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I regularly go to a quiet resort with my dad and Grindr isn’t great here but hooked up with British mixed race guy a couple of years ago - total donkey dick. He’s moved a few miles but found him again and snuck off and got a cab to his. He’s half Jamaican his dick is insane. Went in sucked him straight away and was so turned on - said after a few mins I don’t know how I’m still sucking him we both know what we want. He pushed me over the bed shoved his dick all the way in in one go. I grabbed the poppers to desperately ease the pain then remembered this is what I live for. His beautiful dick inside me only able to think about getting that charged load. He just rammed me hard and I got what I wanted gushing in me. I’m not special he’s a fuck machine he bred another three guys yesterday. But as his load trickled down my leg while I was on the sun lounger my holiday felt far more complete.

Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

NOTE This is NOT my story, I found this on an old zipdrive of ancient porn. If anyone knows where it came from, let me know. ================================= Possession: Sam & Seth Sammy didn't know this was going to happen. Actually, he didn't know what exactly to expect when he decided to do this. He had heard and read stories from other people about the excitement of tea-rooms, as well as saw some of the graffiti in some of the stalls around school. But this...this was beyond his most horrible nightmare. Sammy Van, quiet and unassuming student at New York University, was just a horny 19 year-old college student looking to get his rocks off during finals time. Cramming for economics wasn't all that much fun, and it was beginning to frustrate him beyond tolerance. At 5'9" and 145 pounds, Sammy was considered to be a cute Asian boy. He went to the gym and ate healthily, resulting a nice tight body. He'd gotten stares from both men and women; mostly, they said, because of his nice lips and big smile. And tonight was no exception. Sammy had gone to the bathroom at the library, to take a piss. Standing in the middle of a row of unoccupied urinals, he started to piss. There was only one other person in the bathroom, and the guy was using a stall tucked away at the end of the room. Every so often, Sammy'd turn around and look at the jeans and white underwear crowded around a pair of Nike sneakers. He could tell that the guy was white, with nice hairy legs. Sammy let his dick hang out after he finished pissing, and turned around again, and caught just a flash of movement. The guy was peeking out from under the partition and raised his head as Sammy turned around. His dick started to get hard. A faggot. He thought about a nice hot mouth on his cock, and how good that would make him feel. Stroking his cock a bit, he turned again and watched as the shadow on the floor got darker and bigger. The guy peered out again, then sat up. Smiling, Sammy moved over to the urinal right in front of the stall. He turned around and looked at the sliver of space between the wall and the stall. Blue eyes were looking back at him. His cock was rock hard then, so he turned a bit and waved his 6.5" and smiled. he crinkling blue eyes told him the guy was also smiling. The stall door slowly. The guy stood about 6' tall, lean and wiry with big nipples and a huge cock. Around the cock, which Sammy thought might have been eight or nine inches, was a steel cock-ring. Jeans around the ankles and a white t-shirt pulled over his head, the guy was pretty naked and hot. His cock was shiny and wet as his fist moved up and down the shaft. Sammy took a step and moved toward the stall when the outer bathroom door squeaked. Both of them rushed back into place. The intruder came in and went to an unoccupied stall. After a bit, the smell of shit wafted through the bathroom. Sammy sighed, and put his dick away. He rinsed off his hands at the sink and made to leave when a stall door opened. The guy came out and smiled at Sammy. Sammy left and the guy followed. "Hi," he said. "I'm Seth." Sammy introduced himself and smiled again. "So," Seth said. "You wanna go somewhere?" "Sure. Where have you in mind?" "How about the MEC building? It's pretty late and should be deserted. We can have some fun." Seth gave him an evil smile. Sammy nodded, and the two of them made their way out from the library building and toward the MEC building. They rode up to the 7th floor and ran into no one. The 7th floor was spotless and white, with all the main office doors closed and dark. "They don't usually lock up the floor until 9. And nobody comes up here. C'mon, let's go to the bathroom." Seth led the way to a bathroom tucked behind the elevator area; it had a wheelchair panel on the front. He opened it up and let Sammy walk in, then shut the door behind him, locked it, and flicked on the light. The bathroom was meant for wheelchair-bound individuals, and as such, roomy. The only sound was the slight humming of the fluorescent lights and the elevator shaft. "It's pretty sound proof," Seth mentioned, "so don't worry." With that, he pulled Sammy close began to feel him up. Seth had big hands, and they roamed over Sam's body and grabbed at his crotch and ass. "Mm," Seth growled, "nice and firm." He stripped Sam of his jacket and threw it into the corner, followed by the t-shirt. "Nice and smooth," he said as he ran his hands over Sam's chest and belly, then back to his nipples. Seth pinched them and pulled on them, making Sammy groan. "Oh yeah, hot fucker aren't you?" Seth hissed as he bent over and licked at the nipples, first the left one, then the right, and then back. Sammy closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling the thick tongue tickle his tits, getting them hard and sensitive. Suddenly, Sammy gasped out loud. Seth had bitten hard into his left tit, and was flicking his tongue on the small point of flesh stuck between his teeth. Just as quickly, he let the tit go and slathered it with spit. The charge made Sammy's cock throb against Seth's big hand. Seth attacked the other tit the same way, eliciting another gasp. Seth continued the attack of Sammy's tits for 15 minutes, putting Sammy in a fog of pain and pleasure. Meanwhile, Seth's hand were busy unbuckling the belt and shucking down Sammy's jeans. Seth's hand dwarfed Sammy's 6.5 inches, mauling them as he stroked up and down. Sammy moaned out loud, making Seth chew harder on the tit. This made Sam wince. "Ah...lighten up man. It hurts." Seth pulled off the tit, and smiled. "Don't worry. It's supposed to." With his free hand, he began pinching the sore tit and went to chew the other one. Sammy cried out as he felt Seth's teeth and tried to pull away, causing him more pain as he stretched both the one caught between Seth's teeth and the one between the fingers. "Ah...!" With nowhere to go, Sammy relented and took the pain as his eyes watered-up. Seth stood up straight, both hands on those sore tits and smiled at Sammy. The tits weren't as pained now that Seth's fingers massaged them. Sammy let out a groan. "See," Seth smiled evilly, "I told you." He pulled on Sammy's tits to get him closer, and bent down to kiss him. Sammy turned his head away. Seth looked at him, surprised. "Not a kisser huh? That's okay." Sammy smiled, then twisted his lips and cried out. Seth had cruelly pulled and twisted his tits. "Mmm...that hurts huh?" he said, then twisted some more. Seth put a foot on Sammy's jeans, and took off his own jacket and t-shirt. Seth had a big chest, and big long nipple on each pec. Abruptly, he gripped Sammy's head and pulled him to a tit, and said, "Chew 'em. Hard." Still dazed, Sammy took it in his mouth and tongued it. He felt Seth's hands on his ass and tried to raise off the tit, but Seth locked him there with his bicep. A loud smack rang in the bathroom before Sammy felt the sting on his ass. "I said chew 'em hard!" Seth yelled. Then he delivered another hard slap. Tears welled up in Sammy's eyes again, but he chewed on the tit. Hard. Sammy was furious at the slaps and the rough tit play, and tried to show Seth he gave as good as he got. Seth groaned as he felt Sammy's teeth sink into his nipples. "I'm gonna beat your ass now. And if you stop chewing on my tit, you're gonna be sorry, you stupid chink." A rain of hard slaps fell on Sammy's exposed ass, setting his ass on fire. At first, Sammy kept chewing on the tit, but with each blow sending sharp pains through his body, Sammy started to cry out! "I told you to keep chewing!" Seth hissed as he punctuated each word with a hard slap. Sammy bit hard, and Seth groaned and stopped his beating. Sammy sighed with relief even as he chewed, biting deep into the fleshy nub. Seth pulled him off his tit, and looked at the tear stained face. "Beautiful," he murmured. Seth dropped to his knees and took Sammy's cock in one gulp, and began a hot blowjob. Still reeling, Sammy's mind floated from a haze of pain to a haze of pleasure. Seth was an expert cocksucker, and teased Sam's head with his tongue while he sucked the shaft. One hand gripped Sammy's balls and rolled them around, while the other held onto the fiery ass, slowly caressing each red cheek. Sammy started to pant and piston his hips. Saliva dripped down his balls and Seth's chin, onto his briefs and jeans, but Sammy didn't care. He was riding a wave of pleasure and he felt his cum bubbling up in his balls. He let out loud moans, which made Seth suck harder. He was close to cumming, and pistoned faster. He opened his mouth to groan again, but a scream came out. Seth gripped his balls in a massive fist, making Sammy's knees buckle. Then he felt teeth digging sharply into his cock head. Sammy's hands grabbed a hold of Seth's ears, but that didn't deter the cocksucker. The more Sammy pulled on Seth's ears, the hard the grip became, and the deeper the teeth went. Biting his lip, Sammy let go. And Seth resumed sucking his cock while still crushing his balls. A weird flutter of pain and pleasure ran up his spine and into his stomach from his balls, making him dizzy and his cock harder. Another hard bite made him cry out. Another cry came when Seth's hand left his ass and mauled his tit, trying to rip it off his chest. Then it was gone, and another bite took place. His balls were being pulled toward the floor, and Sammy tried to squat, to relieve the pressure of Seth's pulling. His balls were bunched up at the end of his scrotum, and he could feel the skin go taut. White spots crashed into his vision and he let out a loud scream. Seth's free hand turned into a fist and connected with Sammy's exposed balls - hard. Sammy's knees gave out and he blacked out from the pain. Sammy woke up on the bathroom floor, unsure of where he was. He had passed out for a few seconds. Seth was sitting on the toilet, watching him. As soon as he saw Sammy awake, he pulled him up by his ears, and planted his big lips on Sammy's. His tongue forced its way into Sammy's mouth. Spit was pushed into Sammy's mouth, and down his throat. Some drooled out the side of his mouth, onto his face and neck. Slowly, Seth pulled Sam between his leg, his big cock rubbing against the smooth chest. He encircled his legs around Sammy's torso, pinning his arms at his side. And he squeezed tight. One hand gripped Sammy's throat and held his head tilted up and the other covered Sammy's face, pinching his nose closed. Sammy started to moan and tried to thrash around, but Seth held him tight. Seth forced his breath into Sammy, and then sucked it back into his own lungs. Every now and then, Seth breathed through his nose and got some fresh oxygen. Sammy floated. He didn't know anything else but the rhythm of Seth's breathing. And his mind was fogging over. He was high. He'd stopped thrashing and just moaned as more and more carbon dioxide was forced into him. Slowly, Seth moved his hand from Sammy's throat to his tit. The boy responded instantly, moaning and pushing his chest into Seth's cock. After 15 minutes of control Sammy's breath, Seth stopped. He pulled his face up and watched Sammy's glazed eyes flutter as oxygen hit his system, sending him even higher. With both hands he mutilated the tits on the boy's chest, and lowered his head to chew on the boy's neck and ears. Sammy arched his back in pleasure, riding the buzz and feeling the electric sensations zipping through his body. Seth gnawed on the lobe without mercy, occasionally lashing his tongue wildly in the ear, then back down onto the neck, making Sammy shiver with delight. Sammy moaned and whispered incoherently, grunting every now and again as Seth pinched his tits a bit harder. Seth leaned back and loosened his leg hold. Lewdly, he spread his legs far apart, making his cock stand up proudly. With his hands still manipulating the sore tits, he said, "Suck it." Sammy hesitated until a fingernail dug into his tit, making him quiver. He bent his head and stared at the cock, cut and red, angry. Another yank on his tit made him open his pretty mouth wide. And then his lips enclosed the head, and Sammy's mouth slid down the cock. The taste of the cock assaulted Sammy's taste buds. A strong musky flavor, tangy and sour, mixed with the salt of sweat and cum. Seth had fucked an ass earlier, cum in it and didn't wash. Sammy savored the flavors. He'd never sucked a cock before. Always, he'd been the one receiving the blowjob. He went down until the head touched the back of his throat and came up. And repeated the motion. After a few moments, Seth put his hand on Sammy's head and pushed, slowly, firmly. When the head touched the throat, his hand kept Sammy from backing off. With the other hand, he forcefully twisted the tit. Sammy's attempt to cry out was cut off when Seth jerked his hip and lodged his cock into the Asian boy's throat. Then, with his hand, he pushed Sammy down further until all 9.5" were in the boy's mouth. Sammy thrashed on the floor, gagging, mucus and spittle flying out of his nose. His faced turned a dark red and tears streamed out of his eyes. He was suffocating. Convulsively, he tried to swallow, but the large cock lodged in his throat stopped him. Sammy thought he was going to die. Then, his body took over his fear addled mind, and he started to breathe through his nose. Wet, bubbly snorts filled the bathroom. Seth smiled and watched Sammy's chest heave, from fear, from exertion, from effort. Keeping himself lodged tight in the throat, Seth got off the toilet and grasped two large handfuls of hair. Starting slowly, he pulled his cock all the way out of the gaping mouth. Strands of mucus and spit clung to his cock, connecting a wet web from cockhead to mouth. Then, just as slowly, he pushed it in, all the way in, until a gurgle from the prostrate boy tickled his head. Again and again he repeated this motion, fucking the mouth, picking up speed as he went, until he was thrusting fiercely into the throat. The boy kept his teeth to himself, mostly. Every now and again, the side of Seth's cock scraped along the back teeth, causing Seth to suck in some air at the sharp pleasuring pain. After a bit, Seth pulled out, impressed that the boy was able to take him to the root without difficulty. "I need to cum," he told the boy on the floor. He sat on the toilet again and splayed his legs. "C'mere. Jerk off on my dick. I want you to cum on my cock." Sammy stood up unsteadily. His knees were sore, and so was his jaw. But the opportunity to cum after this long ordeal was too enticing. Seth pulled him closer, making Sammy straddle him. Seth was slowly massaging his big cock. It was red and shiny. "Go on. Beat off." Sammy started jerking his dick, stroking it with his hands. He gasped out loud as Seth started pinching his tit. Sammy tilted his head back. It felt good. Suddenly, he yelped as stars exploded in his head. Seth smiled wickedly. Seth gripped his cock at the base and whipped it again, hard and fast against Sammy's exposed balls. The Asian boy tried to close his legs to protect them, but straddled like that, he couldn't. "Keep jerking off or I'll beat the shit out of you," Seth growled. He watched Sammy's face clench every time his big cock smacked those balls. They dangled and swung back and forth, dark red. The boy's body jolted with every smack, and Seth felt the legs tremble. He stopped pinching the tit and brought his hand back to the boy's crotch. He placed his palm behind the balls, and rested them against it. The he looked up, and hissed, "Listen up. If you stop jerking your dick, I'll rip them off. Got it? If you cum, I'll stop beating your balls. Sound fair?" Sammy groaned, and broke into a cold sweat. Slowly, he nodded. He started stroking his cock again, bracing himself for the attack. He yelled out when the dick connected with his tender nuts. Ruthlessly, Seth whipped his dick against the trapped balls. The boy's face was contorting nicely, making Seth harder. Ten minutes later, Sammy's cock erupted. Sammy nearly flogged his dick to death to cum and stop the barrage on his balls. When he came, his balls pulled up tight, making the assault on them ten times worse. And he shot the biggest load in his life, four spurts sailing over Seth's head onto the wall behind him, twice in Seth's face, and a procession of shots on Seth's torso. Gasping for breath, Sammy hung his head, beads of sweat dripping down his face. His body wracked with shudders as he calmed down. He watched as Seth took swipes of his cum and massaged them onto that big cock. Sammy closed his eyes for a second, and felt Seth's hands on his tender balls. Seth pulled the balls out of the way, and slipped his cock under them, lining up the slick and slippery head with the boy's asshole. Seth watched Sammy's head snap up, his eyes wide with surprise. The boy's face drained of blood when he let out a piercing scream. Seth had held his dick upright, hard against the boy's hole and, with his own legs, knocked the boy's wobbly ones out from under him. Gravity pulled the boy swift and hard, impaling the boy's smooth virgin ass onto the huge cock. Sammy felt like he was torn apart as Seth's cock barreled its way into his ass. A cutting pain lanced up his spine as the nine and a half inches rammed up his hole, tearing into his body. As he tried to get up, Seth pulled his down again, driving his dick deeper into his ass. He screamed again. Seth gripped his shoulder with both meaty hands and began to pump relentlessly, ignoring the screams of pain. Tears streaked down Sammy's face as the invader battered his rectum, stretching his ass out. Seth angled each thrust differently, punching different places within the ass. Seth smiled as the young cute face turned ugly with pain. Then Sammy passed out. Seth stopped when the boy passed out. He leaned forward slowly, and let the boy onto the floor, his hard cock popping out of the abused hole. Flecks of blood, shit and cum flew onto his stomach as his cock slapped against him. He turned the boy over, and propped the boy's knees under him, raising the ass into the air. He watched as the asshole clenched of its own accord, smeared with shit and blood. Spitting onto his cock, he lined it up and slid in. Seth thrust roughly, slamming in and pulling it back out, then slamming it in again. He fucked the unconscious boy for a few minutes, until the boy started to moan. He watched the eyes as the Sammy woke up, eyelids fluttering open. Sammy's moans turned from groggy to erotic within seconds, as Seth's cock punched the prostate button. The smell of sweat and sex and shit hung in the air. Sammy realized that he was being fucked. He raised himself off the floor with uncertain arms. The cock punched this magic place in his ass and sent a jolt of energy through his body. Unable to control himself, the boy let out a groan. Sammy's body was on high sensitivity, every jolt electrifying his nerves. He felt Seth's thick fingers grip hard and painfully onto his hips. He felt the large hairy balls smack against his every time Seth buried his huge cock inside his ass. The hairs on Seth's legs rubbed against his ass and thighs. Drops of sweat dripped from Seth's face onto his back. And Sammy felt every twisted, veiny inch of Seth's cock as it was drilled ruthlessly into him. Seth watch the boy try to pull away from his fucking cock, and smiled. The boy groaned every time he slid in, and his arms nearly buckled. With a firm grip, Seth just tugged the boy back onto his cock. Fascinated, Seth watched the boy's back. There were already black and blue marks where his fingers dug in at the hips. Right at the top of the ass-split, the skin was red and raw from being stretched so taut. Sweat beaded up all over the boy's back. Seth was in ecstasy. He reached out with his left arm and grabbed the boy by his hair, and yanked back. Sammy cried out as he felt like his scalp was being ripped off. Seth bucked his hips and drove his cock deeper, turning the painful cry into a groan of pleasure. With his right hand, Seth snaked it between the boy's legs and felt his hard-on."You like this rough fuckin' don't you?" he hissed, "you like being my bitch." Seth jerked viciously on the cock, concentrating on the sensitive head. "Ahhh..." moaned Sammy, squirming uncontrollably as Seth's hand manipulated his cockhead. The sensation was sharp and pleasurable, almost unbearably so, making him want to cum and piss at the same time. He tried pulling away from the hand, only to back up onto the cock, pressing it into his prostate, making the pissing sensation even more intolerable. "Please, stop...oooh." "C'mon bitch, I know you want to. Do it. Piss all over yourself," Seth said. Even more furiously, he rubbed his palm against the head. "Ahhh...!" Seth felt a hot stream of piss fire into his palm. He laughed as he grabbed the cock and aimed it at the boy, away from the floor. With a sharp push of his left hand, Seth tucked the boy's head under, chin against his chest. He whipped the cock until the hot stream of piss began splashing against the boy's face, flooding his open mouth and nostrils. With every thrust of his cock, the piss-stream surged forth. Seth reveled in the boy's ass muscles undulating as the bladder emptied itself. It was like a little hand gripping his cock. Sammy snorted as piss filled his mouth and nose. The tangy salt taste lingered in his mouth even when he stopped pissing. It dripping off his chest and face. Once again, he started crying. His tears just mingled with the piss, dripping into the big puddle his was above. Seth released the grip he had on his hair, easing the ache on his head. Abruptly, Sammy realized that Seth stopped fucking him. His ass was still filled with cock, but it wasn't moving. Sammy raised his head and turned back to look at Seth. The handsome man looked down at the Asian boy stuck on his cock and sneered saying "I have something to tell you, I'm close to cumming. And if I do, you're going to get an ass-ful of toxic charged cum. Do you know what that means, boy? It means you're gonna get pozzed. I'm gonna fill you up with some lethal HIV pozcum." "What?" Sammy yelled. Frightened, Sammy started to pull off of Seth's cock. But Seth grabbed his hips. "Uh-uh," Seth said, "stop right there. You keep pulling, I'm just gonna pop into you right now." Sammy stopped. "Please, don't cum in me," Sammy whispered, scared and keeping his eyes on Seth's face. "Just let me get off your dick." "I will. Maybe." "Please, I don't want to get infected." "You don't want me to shoot in you?" Sammy shook his head. "Then you'll do what I say?" "Yes." "Good," Seth continued, "so let's play a little game. If you win, you get off my cock and I won't infect you. If you lose, well, what can I say? Deal?" Sammy didn't really have a choice. He was impaled on a large hard cock that was filled with dangerous cum. He didn't doubt that Seth was close to cumming. He was close to cumming with Seth fucking him, and Seth's cock ripped his ass open. Sammy knew enough about HIV to know that if Seth came up his ass, there were more than enough exposed for the virus to get into his body. Slowly, resignedly, Sammy nodded. Seth smiled evilly, broadly. "Okay, here're the rules." He pushed his cock deep into Sammy's ass. "I keep still like this. You have to turn your body around so you're laying on your back in your piss. Trick is you need to keep my cock in you until you're on your back. Then pull off. Once you're off, you're safe. Simple. But, if you pull my cock out before that, I'll just fuck you until I pop my load in your ass. So, you ready?" This was definitely harder than it sounded as Sammy soon found out. But, eager for the deadly cock to be out of his ass, the boy immediately started trying to turn himself and finish this silly dangerous game. He keep his ass against Seth's belly, and tried to lift his right leg over. Sammy got his right leg as high as Seth's shoulder, and got stuck. Soon, he felt himself sliding off the cock, and began pushing himself back on, fearful of what would happen if the cock left his ass. Seth was enjoying watching the boy contort himself on his dick, and was further enjoying the feel of the boy fucking himself back onto his enormous dick. He smiled at the grimace and determination on the boy's face, red with effort and fear. He reveled in the obscenity of the boy's splayed body. Seth pulsed his dick, making it wiggle in the tight ass, and savored the flash of worry on the boy's face, thinking that Seth was cumming up his ass. Sammy carefully moved his right leg back down. A better approach came to him while his leg was stuck on the shoulder. With both knees back on the ground, he rested a bit. Slowly, he crossed one, then the other leg, to Seth's right side. Balancing himself at an odd twist, Sammy shifted his torso until he was facing Seth and resting on both elbows. Propped up by his elbows, Sammy gingerly lifted his right leg, moving it past Seth's right shoulder, over his head, and rested it on the left shoulder. Quickly, Sammy moved his left leg to the right shoulder. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally on his back and Seth's cock was still in his ass. Looking at Seth's face, Sammy slowly backed off the huge penis. Relief flooded through the boy when the cockhead finally cleared exited his asshole. Sammy just laid there in his pool of piss shaking with relief. Eventually, he looked up at Seth, still kneeling there, hot and handsome, with his huge cock jutting out away from his body, red and bursting. Seth got down onto Sammy, laying on top of the boy. He rubbed his hard cock against the boy's, who was still hard despite everything that had happened. "That wasn't so bad was it? See, now you're off my pozcock," he chuckled. Seth bent down and kissed the boy, thrusting his tongue in and out. Sammy held still as the man's tongue invaded his mouth. He couldn't believe that he was still hard, his blood was still pumping through his veins at fast and furious. The rush of fear that came with the deadly dick in his ass gave him such a rush. Still, he'd be out of his mind to enjoy that. Sammy heard himself moan as Seth's fingers once again found his tits and played with them. Splayed on the cold bathroom floor, Sammy responded to the manipulations, feeling his cock slip and slide next to Seth's, spreading his own ass-juices around. He felt Seth hump his cock, grinding it into his own dick, making his whole body tingle. Despite himself, Sammy spread his legs a little farther apart. Seth brought one of his hands off Sammy's tit and over his face, covering his nose. Seth inhaled deeply and exhaled into Sammy. Over and over again, until he sent Sammy soaring on a carbon dioxide high. Electricity shot through Sammy as he felt Seth's public hair scrape against his ball. Again and again, Seth pulled and twisted hard on his tits. Seth heard Sammy moan into his mouth. Slowly, with each hump of his cock, he brought it lower, and lower, trailing slime and precum down the kid's cock, over his balls, and finally, coating the already slick asshole with more juice. Again, he heard the Asian kid moan as he continued the breath control. He humped and pushed his cockhead into the waiting hole. Again the kid moaned. Seth raised his head a little, taking his mouth off the boy. "What did you say?" "Fuck me," groaned the prone Asian boy, "please." "Yeah?" Seth breathed in reply, feeling a spark of uncontrollable lust surge through him. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes." "You want me to put my hard, charged pozcock up your ass? You want me to shoot my poz cum up your ass?" Seth hissed, twisting a tit hard, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Ugh...yes...please...fuck me...rape my ass...fill me up with your poz cum. I..I don't care just Fuck me! Fuck me to death!" Seth jammed his cock up the boy's waiting hole with one thrust. Both of them cried out: Sammy at the pain of the sudden re-entry of the big dick, and Seth as he felt his cock lunge back into the ravaged asian ass. On the edge of shooting for so long it didn't take much for his balls to contract and squirt shot after shot of diseased cum into the boy. Seth drunk in the moment of infection as his balls spewed out their poison. Wishing the moment of orgasm could go on forever. With every shot of his pozcum, Seth thrust himself farther and farther into the boy's ass, working the fresh seed as deep as possible so it would take root. His blasts of seed so intense it finally backed up causing his cum to ooze out around his cock. Finally, Seth collapsed onto the boy, breathing hard, barely able to keep his head up. After a few seconds of silence, Seth propped himself up, and looked down with pride at the boy he just infected. The boy still had that glazed look of sex. A quick glance told Seth that the boy hadn't cum yet, wasn't able to since his arms were pinned when he was being fucked. The boy was slowly grinding his ass against the big dick still inside him, his mind totally lost to what had just happened. Seth got up, and pulled his dick out slowly. The Asian boy mewed as the cock left him empty. Dribbles of cum escaped the puffy red ass-lips when Seth pulled the big head out. Seth shuffled up the boy's body, and put his cock at the boy's mouth. Automatically, the boy opened up. Seth watched as the cum and ass-juice covered cock slid in. "Look at me," he whispered. Instantly, the boy's eyes raised to look at Seth's face. "You belong to me now. You're mine. You took my poz cum into your body, and I will be inside you forever." Sammy whimpered and nodded his head as he sucked the large dick harder. Seth pulled his cock out with a pop, and stood up. Sammy's eyes followed Seth's every movement. The watched Seth tower over him and aim his dick. "Open wide." The boy's mouth stretched as wide as possible, looking longingly at the cock. Seth's piss slit gaped open a few seconds before a stream of golden yellow piss blasted out, hitting the boy right between the eyes. The boy moaned and began cumming, shooting ropes of thick white cum onto his stomach. Seven thick shots fired out of the red cock, slowly mixing with the cascade of piss, and dripping off onto the floor. Seth guided the stream down into the open mouth, and watched with satisfaction as the boy swallowed big gulps of piss. When the last drops were shaken from his dick, Seth started pulling on his clothing. Some of it was damp from the piss on the floor. As he tucked his shirt in, he looked over at the boy, still laying dazed on the floor. Seth rummage through the boy's jeans, and found the wallet. He took a look at the I.D. before putting it in his pocket. He took one last look at the boy, and tossed the wallet onto the boy's wet chest. He left the bathroom, headed towards the elevators and smiled. "Got another one."

I love nice prolapse. I don't have quite a prolapse, but I do have a big and growing rosebud pussy

I have this true story posted on another site. It was written and experienced by me. I hope you enjoy it, I certainly did. This is a true story of what happened at my local sauna recently. I had finished a couple of night shifts and after a decent sleep, awoke feeling a bit randy. With nothing planned for the day, I decided to head to the sauna for some play. I’m a 6ft bear, can’t really call myself a cub any longer. I’m nice and hairy with round hairy arse and a 7 inch cock which has done me well over the years. I arrived around 4, got ready and had a wander. I spotted a regular fuck buddy, don’t know his name but we always fuck together and always bareback. He’s about the same age, late 40’s and with a lovely thick 9 inch cock on him. We made eye contact and met in the dark room. Before long his cock was up my arse, pumping away. This attracted some attention, including a tall well built lad with a similar sized cock on him, only a bit thicker. I’ve fucked with this guy before, he’s a dominant top who just likes to fuck and take charge. My buddy grunted and blew the first load of the day into my arse. Obviously turned on by this, the new lad dragged me into a cubicle. With me perched on the mattress, in rammed his big fat cock, bareback of course. I don’t like condoms, nothing like having random cocks cum up my arse, one after the other. I could sense he was getting into a rhythm, really taking his time in the buildup. Now this lad likes to be watched, so he opens the cubicle door to attract attention. I was too busy concentrating on the hammering I was getting to pay much attention, but I could sense someone by the doorway. After a good 10 minutes of frantic fucking, I could hear him building up to a climax. Then all of a sudden, bam, in shot a dozen squirts of cum. It was one of those ejaculations where I could feel the pulsatile contractions of his cock. Not only could I feel it, but I could hear him moaning as he came. He left his cock in for a minute, and then slowly pulled out. I heard a splash of cum fall onto the floor and could feel a stream of warm cum dribble down my leg. My arse was well and truly filled. Just as he left the cubicle, a young lad appeared beside me. He’d obviously witnessed what had happened and wanted some for himself. He was hard as a rock, maybe 8 inches, not quite as thick but had a beautiful upward bend in his cock. I love sloppy seconds, both as a giver and a receiver, seems like my new friend did too. He came into the cubicle and I reversed onto his eager cock, bareback again. He didn’t need any more prompting and over the next couple of minutes, fucked my already stretched, cum filed hole with that intensity that young guys have. He came with an almost primeval grunt as he filled me up, leaving me dripping cum onto the floor yet again. I was so randy by this point, wandering the corridors with cum dripping down my leg. I just had to find a hole of my own to blow into. Thankfully the sauna was still quite busy so I wandered into the dark room again. In the sling was an older, stocky daddy type, chunky but not too large and a nice pert arse on him, bingo. I was rock hard and came up to him, my cock pointing at his hole. I saw he had a sachet in his hand, and I thought it was a condom, but no, just lube. He lubed up his eager hole and in went my cock. Now I like to take my time when I fuck a guy, I like to feel every inch of his hole. This one was smooth and velvety, tight but not too tight, just perfect. I had some poppers with me and took a few sniffs, building up the sensation. I love to fuck a guy on a sling, staring into his eyes as I fuck the life out of him. I fucked his raw hole for as long as I could, but I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I could still feel the cum dribbling out of my own arse, which just added to the desperation to cum. I took another couple of sniffs of poppers and blew my week long load into his receptive man cunt. I kept my cock in his hole as it slowly softened and recovered for one of my most intense orgasms. I slapped his arse as I pulled my cock out. As I did so, I heard a splatter of my cum fall onto the floor.

So this is a true story which happened recently. I had a few days off work and decided a dirty weekend was on order, so off I went to Blackpool. I just didn’t bargain on how dirty it was going to be. Now your thinking, why Blackpool? Well its easy to get to from where I live, accommodation & beer is cheap and it has a diverse & filthy gay scene, so perfect for a cum whore like me. I arrived around 6pm on a Saturday, checked into my simple but adequate hotel and hit the town. My first port of call was trades hotel. If you don’t know the place, trades is a somewhat unique enterprise for this part of the world. Its a combined hotel, bar & cruise club, so you can stay here, drink here and be fucked here. After buying a beer I headed into the dark room to receive my first load of the trip. I felt my way around to the small recess. There was a few guys trawling around but what caught my attention was the beefy guy being serviced by an older chap. The old guy fucked off when I turned up so I got to work on this lad’s 7-inch, meaty cock. I pulled down my trousers, exposing my jockstrap and lubed up hole. As I was sucking on his tool, I felt fingers probe my hairy fuck-hole so I knew he was a top. I leaned on the leather recess to give him access to my man cunt. In rammed his cock, balls deep, which made me wince. I soon got used to his impressive cock as my sphincters relaxed. Beefy top obviously liked to take his time as he took a good 15 minutes to build up to a climax. He explored every inch of my silky man cunt in his pursuit of orgasm. I heard his breathing shorten before he let out a grunt, and I felt his cock spasm, coating my innards in cum. As his cock slowly pulled out, I felt some of his cum dribble out. As I was exiting the dark-room he told me “I’ll breed your arse again later! I had been bred for the first time tonight. After finishing a couple of beers, it was close to 11pm and time to head to growlr club. Growlr is a men only cruise club above man bar. Its only open on a Friday and Saturday night. The staff are very friendly and the beer cheap. After stowing my clothes in a locker and buying a beer I explored the cruise maze. I came across a very tall, muscular young lad who obviously liked bears. He had a good 8 inch cock on him and was hard as a rock. We kissed passionately and I sucked him for 5 minutes. This attracted some attention, including an older bloke with a lovely, thick cock on him. The young lad wasn’t ready to cum yet so left, to which the older gentleman stepped in. I leaned on the bench to give him access to my arse. He wasted no time in ramming his impressive cock into my cum hungry hole. Now this chap was no looker, but man what an impressive top. This was the first of 2 breedings he gave me over the night. He plowed into my hole with the vigour of a man 20 years younger. He repeatedly rammed his cock into my already cum coated arse, exploring every inch which was ecstasy to me. He certainly had stamina this chap as he fucked me for a good 20 minutes. During this time, I could feel people touching me, feeling the bare cock enter my bare arse, wanking beside this impressive top. The older top seemed to like being watched as he quickly came in my arse, adding a second load to what was already up there. When he pulled out, his cock was immediately replaced by another. I like nothing more than being the centre of a tag team cum dump. Other lads were trying to get some cock, but all the attention seemed be on me. I know what it’s like when I top, I want to fuck the bottom getting all the loads, and on this occasion, that was me. I took another 3 loads over 20 minutes before the group dispersed. Each cock was different in size and shape, but they all deposited their loads in me. My arse was dripping with cum by this point. So load number 6 was the elderly, well endowed gentleman again. A couple of hours had passed and I was well oiled with beer (and cum) at this stage. But man, he was hard as a rock again and took my arse with the same frenzy as before. He added more cum to my already full arse, which leaked out slowly as I wandered back to the bar. I had one final beer before leaving as it was quietening down now. Before I left, I spotted my elderly friend beside me. He gave me a knowing smile and I heard him say to his friend “I could fuck that arse all night” as I headed to the door. There’s nothing like that to boost ones ego. My night wasn’t finished however. The great thing about trades is that the beer and cruising keeps going. Infact, if you stay the night, you can be fucked the night long if you prop your door open. I bought another beer and wandered into the dark room, my friend from earlier (top no. 1) followed me. He fucked me much like he did earlier, long and slow. It felt awesome feeling his cock in me again. After about 10 minutes he dumped the 7th load into my cummy hole, slapping my arse as he pulled his cock out. I could tell he enjoyed himself. Now by this time I was dying to fuck some arse myself. I decided to take myself around the rather grotty rooms to see if any doors were open and an arse on display. As I climbed the stairs, an older silver bear gave me the eye, indicating I should follow. We ended up at the end of a corridor where there was a shower. We both went in and he closed the door. This handome daddy bear was another top! When I dropped my pants, he fingered my cummy hole, turned me around and pushed in his bare cock. He fucked me relentlessly, but there was no space and it was awkward. I asked him if he would prefer to fuck me on the sling. He smiled and said “yes”. We went back downstairs, where the sling resides outside the dark room. I got naked and jumped on. Daddy bear took no time to ram in his cock. He fucked me with a whole new intensity, obviously a power top. He was relentless, thrusting balls deep with me swinging back on the sling. I’d had so much sex by this point, I just needed to cum. I love to wank myself off as I’m fucked bareback on a sling. I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer. I was making increasingly frequent grunting noises, making it obvious I was reaching climax. Daddy bear grunted loudly as he unloaded the 8th load into my hole, and I simultaneosly blew string after string of cum over my cock, balls and chest. I was spent. I wandered back to my hotel and fell into bed, not waking until the next afternoon. Now most times, I wouldn’t be up for more sex, but I was on holiday, so I visited one of the sauna’s after having some lunch. Blackpool has 2 sauna’s, but I like “wet”. It’s immaculately clean, has friendly chaps to let you in and is very reasonably priced. I got ready, had a quick steam, then headed upstairs to the maze area. I noticed an older smooth chap stroking his meaty 6 inch cock as he watched some porn. I sucked him for 5 minutes, but he was fixated on the porn so I let him be. This sauna has a sling, so I made myself comfortable and waited. It wasn’t long before a more mature gent stopped and fingered my lubed-up hole. He obviously liked what he felt as he got behind and shoved in his 7-inch bare cock. Wow, this was awesome, I wasn’t expecting to get cock so soon. He took it long and slow, slowly building up to orgasm. He let out a satisfied moan as he came in my arse, and I felt the familiar sensation of cum dribbling from my man cunt. This was my 9th load of the weekend. Load number 10 came from a handsome, thin, swimmer type of about the same age as me, late 40’s. We went into a cubicle and kissed. I love anonymous loads, but I also love a good snogging session, and man, he was a good kisser. We made out for the next quarter hour or so before he felt my cummy hole, dribbling cum. He took no time at all to push in his slender, but very long cock. I love how all cocks are different, long thin ones amongst my favourite. His cock reached areas of my hole not explored for a while. He came after 10 minutes of thrusting, coating my innards yet again. We finished with some post-coital cuddles. You’d think 10 loads would be enough wouldn’t you, but I’m a hungry cum whore so I wanted some more. I wandered back to the porn room, and the older gent was still there, rubbing his cock, watching the screen. I approached him and he started feeling me up, reaching for my cummy hole. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, to which he jumped over, giving me room on the bench. I bent over doggy style, and he took no time to get behind my arse and shove in his thick 6-incher. I think he was edging himself when watching porn as it was only a couple of minutes of thrusting before he came. I felt that familiar wetness dribble from my arse and I left the sauna a very satisfied man. My 12th and final load occurred in Manchester. I caught the train over on the Monday, checked into my hotel and had a wander around the canal district. I returned to my hotel, got ready and headed to one of the sauna’s in the city. The basement is a maze of a place but it wasn’t very busy being a Monday. Never mind, I had time to kill and I love cruising. After a couple of hours, I parked myself on a bench, arse lubed and on show. Several chaps passed me but no takers. I was almost falling asleep when I felt a finger probe my hole ~ bingo I thought. But then he abruptly left, to which I felt deflated. I remained in the same position, and I was almost leaving when behind me I sensed my companion was back, and he wasn’t leaving until he had bred some ass. In went this 8-inch cock, it felt amazing. He obviously liked my hairy cum hole as he fucked me for the next 5 minutes. I felt his contractions with my sphincter as he shot stream after stream of cum up my arse. God, he was a big cummer! As soon as his cock departed my arse, the cum was dripping out of my arse. I was dripping his cum into my pants as I walked back to my hotel. I had a huge wet patch in my jeans, but I didn’t care. It felt awesome. I quite like Manchester, but not as much as Blackpool!

When I'm cruising at the baths, I am rarely attracted to guys who are simply lying on their backs their room, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe because it looks too passive for my taste, but mostly because I hate to reward laziness. The art of cruising (I admit it's a dying art among millennials) requires an effort, and I am all about rewarding effort. Still, for some reason, the dude I saw last night on his back definitely caught my attention. He was in his thirties, smooth bod, muscular legs, and one arm crooked behind his head. He had dimmed the lights enough that I had to get closer to check him out. Fuck, he was handsome. Light scruff, short hair, and an exposed armpit that was nicely defined and totally begging for attention. His cock was slung like a tube across his thigh. Not hard, not soft, but definitely a force I couldn't wait to reckon with. He said "hey" as I approached, and with his other hand, lazily gave his cock an absent-minded tug. I chose to ignore that, cuz I still wanted to burrow into this stud's armpit. Soo sweet it was, too! Just the right combination of day-old soap (maybe) and natural sweat. I flicked at it with my tongue, and he said "go for it, bro." I chowed down on it, loving that melding of smell and taste that's not for everyone but happens to drive me wild. As I was doing that, I could see that he was now completely hard, and whoa! What was slung before was now a really beautiful cock standing fully upright. It was no match for an armpit, even if I loved nuzzling a stud who so far had only said five words to me. To get the best angle, I knew I had to be kneeling between the stud's legs, so I climbed up and used my own knee to spread his legs. That's often a moment of truth in a bathhouse encounter, since most tops don't want to be made vulnerable like that. But this one was cool, and within a minute, I had full access to his giant cock, shaved balls, and musky taint--another favorite detail that generally makes most men cave when it's grazed. I crooked a finger and brushed the short hairs under his balls. I could feel his cock jump up. So this handsome man of few words is still kicking back, one arm behind his head, while I'm kneeling and trying my best to do justice to hs cock. The fact that he's leaking precum just adds to my excitement. I never know if tops truly understand how incredibly hot precum is for a cocksucker. It's both incentive and reward. He obviously understood, since he squeezed his cock to make a huge gob gather at the tip. Then he pushed my head down as he commanded me to "take it all the way down." I was in pig heaven and didn't even notice or care that I'd left the door to his room ajar. That's half the fun of a bathhouse, and if I'd thought of it, I would have left it that way in hopes that another horny bro would feel confident about joining us. Or at least exploring the possibility. On a Friday night, that was almost guaranteed, and before long, I could see the lower half of another guy standing where I had been, next to the bed. I felt his hand on my head, heard him ask if I was "doing a good job," and then groaned when he ran his hand in a single motion from the back of my neck all the way down my back, over my ass, and slid a single finger along the crack of my ass. Sometimes it's those simple gestures that are the mark of a skilled top. A single finger pausing in the right place for a second is like serving notice that your ass has been noted and claimed. At that point, with my throat getting a workout as the first dude raised and lowered his hips to go deeper, I didn't even care who the newcomer was. I was just glad to be a pig with two tops who seemed happy to use me in different ways at the same time. I never stopped deep-throating the handsome dude on his back. Maybe he and the third guy exchanged glances that amounted to permission for the second dude to continue probing my ass. Either way, without a word, the third dude got behind me and lubed up my ass. I was in no position to say anything with a mouthful of cock, and all I could do was grunt as he slid in slow and deep and opened me up. The first top said "fuck yeah, dude, that's hot." Pretty soon, the guy fucking me was thrusting into me, which pressed me forward onto the first dude's massive cock. Then he'd pull back on my hips, and it was like he was using me to get the other dude off while he was fucking my ass. Forward, back, forward. I was gasping and drooling, and a total mess, but I loved being used by both men at the same time. After a couple of minutes, my host raised his hips, held my head down firmly, and blew a load right down my throat. In total silence, like it was my job just to take it. I never even got to taste his cum, and I might have drowned if I had! I love feeling a hard cock pumping, and I could feel his cum pouring directly down my throat, pulse after pulse. That must have set the other dude off, cuz he then grabbed my hips, pulled me back onto his cock, and grunted, thrashed around, and generally used me like a rag doll to breed. My knees were killing me, and I felt used in the nicest way. A belly full of cum, a gaping hole leaking cum, and two top dudes who didn't know each other but high-fived as I grabbed my towel and headed to the showers. Now I know that appearances can be very deceiving. A stud "at rest" may not be lazy at all, just lying in wait for the right sub to service him, take his load, as well as that of any other random stud he approves of. Lesson learned.

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

My ass was a cummy mess! I looked at it with my iphone camera and I was fucking oozing! It was almost 10:30 now and I wanted to make one more stop that night before I called it quits. I walked out of the video store smiling my ass off and I was sure all the guys knew I had taken lots of cum. I hailed a cab on 8th ave and headed to a small bareback sex party in the east village… **************** **************** ************** I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a bareback party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw. As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a sexy German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others cocks, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more cum up my ass, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz. The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my ass. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my ass cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my ass hole, spitting into me, and tongue-fucking me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my ass. He held my meaty ass cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my ass, and I was staring into the German's face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino's cock, a man who’s face I hadn't even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good slut I was, a good little faggot slut boy. The Latino started slamming into my ass and then leaned into my ear, “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to cum in my ass, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was cumming. He fucked me harder then, pushing his dick as far as it would go. I imagined his cum seeping into my blood stream and my own cock was oozing pre cum. Mine wasn’t the only cock on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of cumming too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your cock?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. "Well I want your cum in my ass, dude.” I turned around and slid my well cum-lubed ass onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of cum from his cock. It was fucking beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own cock before I too came. When I slid off I tried to suck him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense orgasm he had just had up my ass, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was fucking hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death fuck. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole. My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his cock into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck doggy style and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of cum slide out of my hole, down my ball sack and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy's mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to fuck that diseased cum into me more than I wanted anything else. He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his dick. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny cock, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was fucking loving it. “Yeah, boy, suck that dirty cock, use your mouth on daddy's cock. Make daddy feel nice and good with that slut mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his dick, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my ass giving me the signal to 'bring that hole over here'. I spread my ass myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the cum already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS fuck hole available for his pleasure. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, fuck that cum into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his cock head against my open hole. “I want you to fuck me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that ass with your strain, fuck that cum into my blood!” He slammed his cock into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and fucking me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed fucking bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the fuck flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this fuck, you stupid little AIDS faggot whore!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old twink boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker - and loving it. One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this cock with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to cum, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my ass with his cum. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his cock and fucked the German's cum deeper into me. I felt so fucking full and slutty and open and wonderful. AIDs Daddy had been fucking me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve cum in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my ass against his cock and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new cock near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I cum again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS cum? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my ass. Make me toxic. Give me your fucking POZ cum.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out. For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my ass. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his cock. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you're so full of cum. Fuck man, you're oozing all over my cock.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my ass with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “fucking nasty seed!” Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to cum, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his cock while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. It just kept cumming. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my ass for the last time that night. “Damn you're a little poz slut. Your ass was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so fucking hot. I love a little take all loads slut boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my cum. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own cum back into my mouth. I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a cum stain that leaked out of my ass. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my ass leaking poz cum down my shorts.

Just sucked my first cock and it was amazing. I'm bi and have always been curious about guys, but I haven't really acted upon it before, until now. A guy messaged me on grindr and something just came over me. I thought fuck it and so I walked to the public toilets he was at and sucked him off. At first the car park the public toilets are located in was a little busy and we had to wait for people to leave. As we waited he felt up my cock and I felt up his. Then when the coast was clear we went into the public toilets and he pulled his cock out and I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. I sucked his cock for a bit, licked his balls, licked the head of his cock, deepthroated him and then he came in my mouth and I swallowed every last drop. He left, drove off and I walked home with a massive smile on my face. I'm so fucking happy to finally be a cocksucker and taste another man's seed in my mouth. I can't wait to do it again.

I could have wrote this ^^^ says everything I like..... And this, I love treasure trails and bushy armpit hair... I would like to end up in the bushes with you Riverfk... I also love short hair on men. Facial hair A square neck haircut. Bushy pits Thick legs Butt pubes and hairy Arse. Hairy... Accent. And the name Steve. Seriously, If they are called Steve, I want them, that name makes me horny....

I would vote for him only if I lost my mind completely.

You can extend the festivities. Never hurts to rinse and repeat. Happy birthday!

Feel back in the saddle again! Had a guy hit me up on Grindr of all places. We'd played before, he had me breed him the first time. You know the type advertise as 'versatile' but usually looking to bottom 🙋‍♂️ ...... anyway, he was looking to get sucked and fuck some ass tonight! Know he has a nice black cock with a wicked curve down. Some back and forth and he's at my place. I love sucking him, it is such a great cock to suck. Normally I'm an on your knees cocksucker, but for him, lying back in bed was perfect with his curve. When I went to deep-throat his cock I was able to come up and go back down no problem because the curve just slid to the back of my throat with so little effort. For a while I didn't think he was going to fuck me. His balls were pulled so tight, and his legs shaked so much during the suck session I thought he wasn't going to make it. When he does go to fuck, he fucks me doggie. PERFECT position with his cock curve. He doesn't last too long and eventually pulls out saying he's left a big load in my ass. He says he doesn't top often, and we have a laugh about it. Hope he decides to top again soon

soon

Had a guy over to my hotel room last night. I'm guessing he was 30, and really into my dad body and beard/bald head. He was lean, black beard and a buzz cut. He drank bourbon, smoked and shot the shit for a while, then quickly turned to groping and kissing. He was passive as fuck, and I licked every hole on his body. He never mentioned condoms, and I took full advantage of it. Matter of fact, when I told him I was going to nut in him, his 8" cock got even harder. After his ass got my second poz load, I held him up against me and gently jerked his cock, telling him what a good boy he was for taking Dad's load. He shot a huge load all over his stomach and chest as I wanked him. Damn he was sexy.

Yesterday I bounced out early from the office and hit the local abs. I paid my fee and went back to the peeps. Two guys back there. Nothing going on, so I settled into one of the booths with a glory hole and watched the movie playing and hit up the apps to see who might be online and looking to play. A couple minutes later another man entered the adjacent booth. Wasn't long until he had his cock out and was stroking. Motioned for his cock through the gh, sucked him for a couple minutes then turned around and impaled my ass on his nice long thin cock. He fucked me about 5 minutes then knocked on the wall to signal his impending cum load. Took the load. He zipped up and left. Not 15 seconds later another one of guys stepped into the recently vacated booth and was soon thereafter stroking a thick 7.5 inches with an incredible amount of foreskin. Motioned for his cock and was sucking it and savoring his meaty foreskin. Soon I backed up on it and was pounded hard and deep all the while the plywood wall was shaking and creaking. 10 minutes later he blasted....I could feel his cock as it pulsed his load deep. Zipped up and left his booth. Guy three wasted no time in walking in and just sticking his cock through. I began sucking. He quickly said "I want that ass on my cock". Backed up on it and took load three. Ended with 3 loads in less than 15 minutes!

Some of us do indeed take our role as total bottoms very seriously - in every setting. It may surprise you to learn that some of us don’t get ourselves off at all after an evening of service. We just go home when the Tops are satisfied. Our role isn’t “threatened” by fucking another man - it simply isn’t a service we offer. We’re not afraid to do it; it just has zero to do with who we are or why we’re there. I think your confusion on this issue would be less if all those bottoms who do occasionally Top would stop calling themselves “total” bottoms. By definition, they’re not - they’re vers bottoms. Your comments would make more sense applied to that group. But there is a population of us true, non-vers, total bottoms about whom your assertions are simply mistaken.

Junior Year This takes place during my third year in college. I guess I should tell you a little about myself first……. My name is Joey, I am nerd standing 5’9”, weighing 130 pounds, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a small dick, well, small in my mind. It’s just shy of 7” but I’ve always thought of it as small. I graduated high school when I was 15 years old. When I went to college my mother wouldn’t let me live in the dorms saying I was “too young”. Right before my third year I was a month shy of my 18th birthday the dorm manager assured my mother he would pair me with a good roommate so I wouldn’t get into trouble. That’s when I met Caleb. He was also a sophomore, 20 years old. He towered over me at 6’2”, but only outweighed me by about 10-15 pounds. He was a stick compared to me but he had a big dick. I saw him hard once and I swore it looked like it was nearly a foot long….actually he told me it was just over 8” during one of our late night bullshit sessions. He was like a big brother who looked out for me. Caleb introduced me to his two best friends who lived next to us in the dorm. They were Jeff and Mark. The four of us hung out a lot so when Caleb suggested that we get a hotel room to celebrate my birthday. Jeff said he knew of a few girls they could invite over including a freshman who was my age that was easy. I was so ready to be 18 and (from the talk) lose my virginity. My birthday was on Tuesday of the week and we were getting the room on Thursday sine we had Friday off for some faculty day and Monday off for some state holiday. On Tuesday the guys on the floor surprised me with a cake, but Caleb told me that the real party was going to be Thursday night. Over the next couple days I did my best to concentrate on school. After my last class on Thursday Caleb and I headed over to the hotel to get the room. It was decent hotel and the room was nice. I was surprised that we got a room with just a king size bed. Caleb explained that we got the room with one bed since a room with 2 queen beds was too much. Caleb and I got comfortable as we waited for Jeff and Mark to arrive with the girls. Caleb had the habit of relaxing in just a pair of mesh basketball short with nothing under them. To be cool I started to do the same since I could tell most every guy in the door seemed to do the same. We watched TV as we waited for the others to arrive. Jeff and Mark walked into the room alone. Caleb asked where the girls were and Jeff told us that they were supposed to be coming over later. As we continued to watch TV Jeff and Mark got ‘comfortable’ and I got my first look at them without clothes as they stripped down and slipped on mesh basketball shorts. Jeff was a little shorter then Caleb, maybe 6’, but weighed more since he was muscular, he probably weighed 160-170. Mark was about my height and weight. I noticed their dicks seemed to be close to what I had so maybe I didn’t have a small dick. After an hour Jeff tried to reach the girls to find out that they had made other plans. So Caleb said we were going to turn my birthday party into a stag party. I had heard about stag partied before and knew that they could be wild. I am not sure where it came from but all of a sudden there was a porn playing on the TV. It had a young guy built kind of like me with some hot babe getting his dick sucked. The guys started talking about sex, getting laid and blown and I had nothing to really contribute. As we were watching the porn a strange glass pipe appeared and the guys started to light a torch under the end producing a white smoke. Each guy took his turn and when it got to me I wasn’t sure what to do. Caleb told me it would help relax me and make the night more fun. I trusted Caleb and with his help I took my first hit. They guys cheered me on encouraged me to take a second then a third hit before I passed it to the next guy. The pipe went around several times but every time I got it the guys got me to take an extra hit (or two). Caleb leaned in and asked how I liked the Tina was making me feel. I let him know that I really liked the stuff we were smoking. While Caleb and I talked the others were putting more into the pipe. I looked at the video to suddenly see a second guy in the scene. They were taking turns on the babe as the guys began to talk shit with each other. Caleb told us that we now he’s got the biggest cock of all of us. Mark challenged him and somehow Jeff and I got dragged into this challenge. The deal was, the guy with the longest dick would be declared the winner. Jeff chimed in and asked what he would win when it was seen that he had the biggest cock? As the guys argued my eyes were fixed on the porn. The babe had left leaving the two guys horny with each other. Next I saw the two guys in the porn start to kiss and suck in 69. As my attention was focused on the porn I was asked if I was in. Not knowing it I said yes then hear one of the guys say, “then it’s settled, the guy with the biggest cock gets sucked by the others.” Huh? Did I just agree to suck the winner’s dick? I knew I wasn’t the biggest, but guess I agreed to the bet. From somewhere one of the guys pulled out a ruler and we each pulled down our shorts and each guy stroked his dick to get hard. For some reason I couldn’t get hard even though I felt incredibly horny. The guys continued to smoke as this went on and, of course, I was hitting the pipe more than the rest, but now without encouragement from the group. From the looks of things Caleb was so far the biggest, but I couldn’t get hard to measure. Caleb was declared the winner especially since I couldn’t get hard. Caleb waved his 8” cock around asking who would be the first to suck his cock. Jeff and Mark said the guy with the smallest should go first. As I watched the action on the screen I was offered the pipe before I took my turn sucking Caleb. After a couple good size hits I opened my mouth to begin I was told the rest of the bet. Caleb said as we all agreed the first round is one minute sucking, second round 2 minutes 3 round 3 minutes and so on until I cum. The guy sucking my cock when I cum must swallow my cum and then becomes the slam bitch. Not really knowing how to suck a dick I figured I won’t be eating Caleb’s load, but as we got into round 3 then 4 I think I was getting better at it as I would get Caleb moaning and telling me what a good job I was doing. When the others were taking their turn sucking Caleb’s dick the rest of us were smoking and I was watching the porn where this one guy was getting fucked by another guy with couple more standing around. It was my turn again and we were up to 6 minutes. I took a couple big hits off the pipe (4 actually) and began working on Caleb again. I’m not really sure how long I had been sucking Caleb. He was running his hand through my hair, making me feel good about what I was doing when he suddenly grabbed my head and I felt him begin to fire his load into my mouth. The guys just looked at me with lust in their eyes as Caleb recovered from his orgasm. Jeff just said, “on the bed slam bitch!”

I often thing about being what I call "bottom to a bottom". Of course, I wouldn't expect him to fuck me, that's not his thing, but the idea of being in a situation where I am fluffboy to his tops, eat him until he is totally ready, eat and suck the cum from his ass, and suck him off after he is done getting fucked so he can completely relax strikes me as being very satisfying.

the bareback party I was at last night, basically 3 hours non-stop raw fucking, moving from ass to ass as you say' how many? not sure, at least 15, but may have been more; in the dark spaces as you move around you can't be sure if the bum is one you've fucked before or not. Lots of hot man ass, 100% raw, not a condom in sight

I think I've seen this one elsewhere, but I can't recall. Beautiful hairy hole and BIG cock! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/fuck-me-till-you-cum-in-my-hairy-asshole-41285542

@losolent I’ve been following this story since it’s inception and just re-read the entire thing from start to finish over the last few days. Thank you for sharing your craft with us. I hope you keep sharing! Kudos!

Took my first dick at 17 and my first fist at 19. Today I get fisted regularly, so my hole is well stretched so taking a dick is spit and enter. The feeling of walking around with cum leaking out is fantastic as it lets others know what Slut you are.

Spent some time in a bookstore on other side of the state today. Lots of new meat to choose from. I think I sucked about 5 cocks over the lunch hour rush, every one of them feeding me a big load after some aggressive gumming on my part. I was worked up after all the sucking, so I found a hairy faced guy who said I could fuck him raw if I was 'clean'. I told him no worries, and slid my poz cock in balls deep and gave him a nice hard fucking for about 5 minutes before unloading. When I pulled out, I got to see a bit of my cum trickle out on his hairy crack...always sexy. I hope to get back tomorrow and share more of my load with this side of the state.

Spent last two days communicating with an oilfield workers who’s staying at a local hotel. He was apprehensive about meeting as he worried his work buddies might see me going to his room. Well last night the waiting game ended and he invited me over. When I entered his hotel room I see this overweight young guy in underwear. I immediately strip my clothes off and yank his underwear down to reveal a decent size cock just aching to be sucked. I went to work on his cock and it immediately got hard. The moans from this guy let me know he wasn’t going to last long. I lubed my fuck hole and got on all fours at the edge of the bed and guided his cock into my ass. What a great feeling as he fucked me hard and fast and then slow. At times pulling out and I could feel my hole gaping open. He fucked me for about 10 minutes this way then I flipped on my back and he entered me. The angle at which he was fucking my hole nearly gave me my first sissygasm. I would have cum no doubt but the guy couldn’t hold his load any longer and emptied his nuts deep up my fresh hot fuckhole. Hope he hits me up again real soon

Old habits die hard. Still call Macy’s Burdines...

I'm looking for tips on how to be a good cocksucker. I've never touched or sucked another man's cock before. I'm 100% sure about wanting to do it, but I'm pretty nervous at the same time. I'm not looking for a one time thrill, but to hopefully become a pro cocksucker. After getting used to cocksucking, I want to move on to receiving anal. Another thing is that I want to only bottom to black men. I'm not sure about the best way to start off.

Yeah now I've started I don't think I can stop. Can't wait to be on my knees again. Servicing other men is what I was born to do.

Thank you. I feel like I have broken a psychological barrier now I have finally sucked a dick and all I want is more. Everything about being on my knees, worshipping another man's cock just felt so right. I really do think this is going to be the begining of me becoming the faggot I was born to be. I'm going to be driving near a well known cruising spot on Tuesday, so I'm thinking of plucking up the courage and stopping off there to see what happens. I can't wait.

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

I hate to admit it but I caved first. I rolled backwards and grabbing my ankles I presented by tight, wet and cum-filled cunt to my boyfriend. He bellowed with joy as he leapt on my and in one swift movement rammed his hard, pierced and dripping cock deep into my guts. I screamed as he literally ripped into me, his hands finding and torturing my tits as my home desperately tried to accommodate his thick hard member. His lips crushed into mine as his tongue pushed past my lips, calling me his “cunt”, his “whore” as he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. Every so often he would pull all the way out before ramming his cock home again. The assault on my mancunt was relentless - pounding me, opening up my gash and when it wouldn’t open enough, pulling out, pulling my arse into the air and using the fingers of both hands pulling my cunt apart before proceeding to wreck it again. It was too much for my guts which proceeded to spill the stored up cum and precum all over my arse and legs. Scooping it up he smeared by face with it, only stopping to lick the juices up and spit them into my mouth. For what seemed hours he fucked me in every position, tossing me around the bed like a rag doll as he used my hole, pounding me, raping me without mercy. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. Grappling with his hard body against mine, torturing his tits and pulling his balls hard as they slapped against my arse, clenching my cunt tight around his cock and spitting, gobbing into his mouth between deep long snogs was my entire existence. But eventually, he could hold out no longer and with a yell that seemed to come from his soul, he unleashed a torrent of hot cum into the deepest recess of my guts. I felt it flood into every space as he wrapped his hands around my neck, balls deep and ejaculating his seed into me. He finally released his grip as I almost started to pass out and pulled his cock out of my ruined body. I clenched my arse shut to save the precious juices, willing them to bleed through the walls of my guts and into my bloodstream. He collapsed next to me and gently tweaked my nipple. His hand slipped to my hole and gentle teased it apart, coating his finger with his seed and the seed of others, he fed himself a generous glob before feeding me. I shuddered as we gazed at each other, spent and smiling. In love. In lust. And wanting more. Leaning over the side of the bed, I reached for the black box and the cocktail contained within. Pulling open a small plastic back, I dipped my finger in and leaning back I wiped it along my cock. As my boyfriend watched I applied more powder three more times and then lay back. He didn’t need any prompting but sliding between my legs he took my hard dripping cock in his mouth as his hands found my sweaty balls and crack. No one sucks cock like my boyfriend - alternating focus from my glans and piss slit to my shaft he simultaneously pulls and rugs on my balls with increasing pressure and works his fingers into my cunt. Lacing my cock with coke just made him more voracious. Horny as I was, I wasn’t ready to cum yet. As he took the length of my cock to the back of his throat I relaxed and let a small amount of piss leak into his mouth. He growled as he lapped up every drop. I looked up and smiled at him as a hand moved to squeeze my bladder. Greedy boy was thirsty, so I started to dribble my warm piss into his mouth. It wasn’t enough so he pushed down hard on my bladder at the same time and forcing fingers into my cunt. I moaned as I relented and fills his mouth and throat with my piss. Eagerly he drank it down while working my nuts and hole. I arched my back and put my hands on the back of his head, making him gag and retch as he swallowed and cutting off his air supply. He writhed torn between breathing and sucking down the last of my piss. Breathing won out as he pulled away and my piss splashed across his sweaty face. Wiping it off, he knelt before me as the last of my piss sprayed my furry six pack. He smiled and jumped off the bed pulling me after him. We were ready for round two.

Going to wait to be tested but the Flu kick my ass if I did convert as I have never been so sick in my life. As Sam only cares about money, he calls me into the office. Sitting in the office is Chicken Hawk he calls him self as Sam says I will be Chicken Hawk bitch for 30 days and do what he says. I ask if I should I pack some clothes, Chicken Hawk says all you need is what I'm wearing which is saddles, short-shorts, tee shirt then says you won't be in them much. Sam says show him the goods so I strip down Chicken Hawks grabs my dick then forces me to bend over and forces his finger into my hole. Chicken Hawk likes me then hands over the money to Sam before we leave, C.H. says you are going to be a very busy boy so start taking these pills. We drive for 30 minutes into a truck stop then say to me go to that truck, knock 3 times, when the door opens get in and do what ever the drives wants. I knock 3 times the door opens the driver opens the door who is in his 50s pulls me into the back rips my clothes off forces my head to his unwashed dick as I suck he says he like fuck young boys as his finger goes into my hole then says your hole has been used so get on your stomach as he drives his un lube dick into my hole then fuck me as rough as you can. I feel his dick swell up as he cum and lays on top of me and whispers into my ear just to let you know you might catch some STI from me bitch and now get out as he hands me some money. I fall out of the truck naked and put my clothes on as fast as I can. Chicken Hawk shows up, where's the cash so I give him the money. C.W. looks on his phone then says that driver gave you 5 stars so you will be very busy. With in a minute C.W. points me in the direction of another truck gives me a water bottle with some shitty tasting water. I'm in this truck with someone in there 30s who is hung and what ever was in that water is effecting me as this driver is a real stud and know how to fuck. I'm enjoying this as he is doing it right hitting all the right spots and in the dim light I see a Scorpion tattoo on his chest just like my Father & Grandfather and is talking about knocking me up, he gave me 3 loads as I leave I kiss him as we both had a good time. Over the next three week I was getting fuck 20 hours a day at truck stops, book stores, bathhouses and any place Chicken Hawk could find as he kept me well slammed with Tina , GHB and other drugs.C.W. says the next 3 days you are going to take a break before you become a movie star. Next boy Randy

My first time was with my h.s. best friend. He used a condom out of habit because that's what he was used to doing when he fucked his gf. We didn't have any extra lube. The latex started sticking to my skin and was hurting. I told him to take the condom off. His spit and precum was plenty. Ever since, I've fucked bareback 95% of the time. I find it much more intimate and real. To me, using a condom is like having a dildo shoved in my hole... it's nice but raw is 1000x better. Yes, you have to choose cocks carefully to avoid hiv and std's. And I suppose that adds to the thrill and bad boy appeal a bit.

It was just a fantasy at first. I watched clips of bareback fucking. I thought about what it would be like to feel a raw cock fucking me and cumming inside me and it turned me on but I was scared to actually do it. In my straight life I wasn’t using condoms anymore with my girlfriend and I knew how much better that felt. Then I was on a trip to Houston and I was alone and horny, so I went to one of the bathhouses there, Midtown Spa, I think. I hooked up with a guy in the steam room. I started by sucking him and then climbed up and straddled him and just took him in my ass without bothering to put a condom on first. I couldn’t believe how good his cock felt inside me. I was so turned on and we were both sweaty from the steam and it’s still one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. He didn’t cum inside me because I asked him not to (I know — I regret that so much) but it was definitely enough to make me feel like bareback was the only way to go. I had one more hookup, a while later, and he wore a condom. That was such a disappointing experience, I decided that no one would ever fuck me with a condom again. That decision was really justified when I took my first raw load. I was being spit-roasted and after the first guy came inside me the next guy felt even better with all that cum as lube. Now I’m on PrEP and fully committed to taking as many loads as I can get. I love being a cumdump. Nothing turns me on like having my ass filled with cum.

PART 16 After we had caught our breath, we untangled ourselves and i got up on wobbly legs to try to find my clothes. The day had been hotter than anything i could have imagined but now i was starting to have that guilty voice in my head, not to mention my hole was wrecked and my legs felt like jello. I think being more experienced, they had seen young conflicted guys like me before. They were both extremely nice and almost gentle in the way they helped me ease out of the room. Ron insisted on giving me his phone number, which was approved by my original Top man. He seemed happy even that Ron and i had so obviously liked each other. I got back to my place and slipped into my bedroom and stripped off, planning to shower. But as i laid down and stretched out, part of me was enjoying my current state. The mix of man sweat and ass and cum and lube was making me relive the entire day. I was very aware that i had two different men’s semen inside me. HIV positive semen. And now not just from one guy, but two guys. And now here i was hard again just from thinking about it. And when i gently fingered my cummy hole, it just made me regret having left. What was i going to do? It was like i couldn’t control it, like i needed it. Getting fucked had unlocked something inside me. And taking it raw, there was something about it that made such a difference. Something about knowing it was skin on skin, that another man was in me with no barrier, and that i was giving him my hole to cum in. That magical moment was always the thing that replayed in my head, the moment when they would cum inside me. I loved all of it, but there was something about just knowing i was giving them the opportunity to cum in me, and that they wanted to, and that something made me want it so bad. So bad that even if they were HIV positive, i was gonna beg for it anyways. Admitting that to myself made me feel gulilty and it also made me rock hard. The turn on of it all won out though. It won out every time i got fucked and even now in my room as i jerked off. I jerked off thhinking about Ron giving me another fucking. And after i was a little uncomfortable that the hiv part had played big in my fantasy. I decided to sleep in my cummy mess and wait til tomorrow to wash their scent off of me. And i was already thinking to myself if tomorrow would be too early to call Ron, even as his fresh cum was still soaking into my guts.

I didn't get the video until the next day - but it was worth the wait. His camera placement was excellent and he knew how to play to them without it being obvious to Teddy that's what he was doing. I was amazed when on fuck 4 or 5, as he got close Logan said "Gonna cum!" - and I was expecting Teddy to respond with something like "cum in me" or maybe "fuck me harder" - but Teddy started dropping poz chaser lines! OK, he didn't go as far as asking for a "toxic" load or begging to be "knocked up" - but he did say he wanted Logan's "dirty" load "balls deep" and like that. I don't know if that was genuine or what he thought Logan wanted to hear... but it was quite something hearing this coming out of a former condom nazi! I'd noticed - but it hadn't really registered on me - that one of the profile view cameras just happened to look all the way into the attached bathroom - a happy accident of the door placement. But then I get to the part where Logan ushers Teddy into the bathroom, shoves him down to his knees and starts pissing in his mouth! Another of Teddy's raunch limits blown to hell - maybe we need to bottle Logan's B.O. for the effect it has on bottom pigs! I should clarify - Logan was pissing in Teddy's mouth, who was *guzzling it down* not just letting it flow out again and getting wet in the process. The audio from the bathroom was poor, but I did think I heard Logan telling him "don't spill a drop". And then there were those 11 PrEP-busting, bug-laden loads! Logan had told me that he felt a lot of the stuff that some breeders do to willing chasers to try and ensure the bug "takes" was overkill; he felt that the best approach - and one compatible with stealthing - was just to *keep on fucking* after dropping a load, actively massaging that charged cum into the recipient's fuckhole. Of course with him that tended to just roll forward into fucking another load in - but that could only help too. (Of course, he was used to having a highly infectious strain, so who knows?) I had two particular favorites - Logan woke up first on Saturday morning after banging 3 loads in a row into Teddy on Friday night; he had his typical raging-hard, drooling morning wood - and just shoved that into Teddy's cum-oozing hole and started fucking, pinning him down and forcing him to take it. Teddy struggled a bit at first, but quickly got into it with Logan's broad cockhead banging hard on his prostate. The other was the reverse - Logan lying there on his back snoring with a roaring hardon - and Teddy sitting on it... which led to Teddy getting rolled over, held down and reamed mercilessly when Logan awoke. It was clear that Teddy was shocked by Logan's forceful approach - though you'd think after 10 or more loads he'd have gotten a clue by then - but he quickly got into it, encouraging Logan to "ride me hard" and so on. My own hole was no longer sore from Logan's plowing but his powerfucking style was obviously familiar and made my hole clench at times. I had to start stroking as I watched the video and the count of potent loads blasted up Teddy's hole rose; when I got to the last one - the Monday morning wake-up fuck that was just shy of sexual assault - I shot all over my own beard when Logan roared "Take my NUT, faggot!" as he plowed in toxic dose #13, his crotch grinding hard against Teddy's hairy butt. I wished I could see the entire fucks instead of just a highlight reel - but figured maybe I could convince him to show them to me someday, if not let me have full copies. (He had finally agreed to let me have the videos of him fucking ME, as long as I promised not to post them online. Our poz talk was very blunt throughout all our fucking and he understandably didn't want any potential stealth targets tipped off.) During the week I got several updates from him via Signal; he'd had a number of other men lined up to breed, mostly either already poz who wanted to get held down and plowed by a big burly biker or bugchasers who were hoping to get knocked up; but despite having told Teddy he had plans during the week and would be busy, the little shit seemed to not care that Logan had other things/men to do. Logan got progressively more irritated with Teddy's wheedling for more of his cock; "In a way it's an ego boost to have someone so desperate for more of me - but damn it, he GOT a baker's dozen of my loads over a long weekend! What a greedy little creep!" "Yeah, well - that fits." "I didn't tell ya before - but I'd actually started to wonder if he was so bad... then at one point I went off to get us drinks and I overheard him trashing people right and left with his friends when he thought I was out of earshot. I have NO regrets for doing my best to knock him up!" "Glad to hear it, buddy. Other than him being a pest, how's it going?" "Great! Lots of willing holes - had a 'mostly top' guy the other day who wants to go from shooting blanks to live ammo, so I really reamed him hard; after, he thanked me for 'doing the job right' so I hope he gets what he wants. I'm looking forward to that party Friday night you were telling me about, but I blanked on the details...?" "Oh, it's a 'breed the bugchasers' party - 3 slings, 3 pigs who want to poz and they don't know which tops are poz - and at the end, they're only told their *total* of charged loads, not who gave them the poison seed. I've been to a couple, they're lots of fun. The bottoms have to impress the buddy of mine who throws 'em because to have at least two tops per bottom is difficult to put together so they have to make it worth the tops' time. Like I said the other day, you and your machine-gun cock are going to be popular even if you have to wait a while in between turns while all the tops get rotated through. All the bottoms have at least a goatee, so I'm sure you'll breed 'em all. <grin>" "One last thing for now... I discovered I fucked up when I made my reservation - I have to be out of here on Saturday, but I wasn't going to leave 'til Sunday. Any ideas?" "Sure, you can stay here Saturday night. We'll go out, have some fun and you can gift me any dirty cum you don't want to take home. I've got space in my garage for your bike so you won't have to park it on the street." "Great! By the way, have you heard anything from your scientist bud?" "We just gave him your blood sample two days ago - it takes at least a week for all the testing. He told me he would like samples from me once a month for a while to follow what happens. I'll be sure to keep you updated on the results." "I don't know why, but it's really been turning me on to think of having a brother breeder with my strain of the virus... can you imagine us double-penetrating some pig and both of us filling him with the same strain? Just thinkin' about it makes my dick leak!" "Doing your laundry makes your dick leak," I joked, "but I know what you mean. Love the idea of our cocks slipping back and forth next to each other in the fuckhole of a piggy begging for us to plant our dirty seed...!" "Fuck yea! Whoops, gotta run, bud - have a trick showing up soon. I'll take a half day off before the party and I'll see you there - I found the email you sent with all the details." "Ride hard, man!" "As always!"

started raw and stay like that... have used a condom like 5-10 times in my life. like 9 years ive last had one inserted

Epilogue - A Ring of Fire: A black hand snatched the wad of cash - my tips from the Speed Breeding and anonymous dick/cum I had taken - then he took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black bouncer/guard I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” Before I replied I gave him and up/down once over look and my ass shivered in anticipation. He was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. Garrett patted me on the shoulder and laughed, “I’ll see you at home - good job tonight.” My black escort called out behind him, “Don’t wait up.” I smiled at his boldness, bent over to pick up my shorts, shirt, and full bottle of cocaine Garrett had left for me and yelped as two, calloused fingers started violating my hole as his other hand pressed down on my back. “How many loads you take in that ass tonight,” he asked? I ignored the question as I snorted some powder, wiped my nose, and started to push back, riding those digits. He chuckled, “Fucking bitch - you’re in heat huh? Like I told you, YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN.” He growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - and IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. Now that pussy ass is mine. You ain’t ready yet and frankly never will be until I get done fucking is the first time.” All that talk just made me want it and want it now and I started moaning and riding his fingers harder even as he tried adding a third and turning his hand from vertical to horizontal to cut me up and stretch me out. The sharp pain was joyous and I pushed back on it. He started slicing and dicing my wet hole as he continued, “I’M TELLING YOU NOW. YOU AIN’T READY, BUT I’LL GET YOU CLOSER AND AFTER YOU’VE SHOWN ME YOU CAN BE A REAL WHORE AND SLUT FOR GOOD BLACK DICK - NOT THESE PANTY ASS WHITE DING A LINGS THAT SNUCK THROUGH HERE TONIGHT - BUT REAL NICCA DICK - WHEN I THINK THAT PUSSY IS SET, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW. SO QUIT DICKIN AROUND, GATHER YOUR SHIT AND COME ON.” Damn it! What do you call it when a bottom is left hanging like that? Tops get blue balls but what do bottoms get? Blue asshole? I followed him out of the warehouse and had to hustle to keep up. He quickly crossed the street and entered a short alley that cut the block in half and ran between a little neighborhood grocery store and an old bar that only seemed to be open for the daytime drunks. He stopped, turned fast for such a big guy, put his hand around my throat and shoved me against the brick wall, “Hold my fucking lighter for me, then once I start hitting my pipe I want you to get on your hands and knees and lick my boots.” I paused, “What if someone comes by?” I garbled. He just shook his head, “Like I give a shit. They can either watch the show or join in.” Then, with only the glow from his lighter as I tried to hold it steady, he reached down, rolled up cuff of his jeans and extracted a silver case from the top of his Timberlands. I watched as he deftly removed a glass pipe that had a stem about 3 inches long with a gum drop sized bowl on the end. He then stuffed a wadded up piece of Chore Boy metal cleaning pad that he had pre-balled and burned a bit to get the orange coloring off into the bowl. Next he tapped a big yellowish rock out of a little baggy, set it on top of the metal wadding, latched the case close and slid it back into his boot top. He took the lighter, kicked me, “Get on your fucking knees - wait - take them shorts off so I see that ass - there you go - now get on your knees and clean them boots.” I started slurping on his Timberlands as the BBC flicked his lighter, got the rock melting, then inhaled. I reached up to stroke that long dick I was so eager to taste and feel and got knocked up side the head as he coughed out a toxic cloud, “FUCK THAT SHIT OFF. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF AND THAT TONGUE ON MY BOOTS. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE A REAL MAN - THAT STARTS BY OBEYING AND KEEPS GOING BY YOU ATTENDING TO MY NEEDS. RIGHT NOW - MY NEED IS YOU TO BATHE MY TIMBS WITH THAT TONGUE. LATER - MY NEED WILL BE TO BREED YOU SO DEEP YOU’LL GET FLUID IN YOUR LUNGS - NUTT PNEUMONIA.” Having finished up the rock, he reached down with his calloused hands, patted me on the head, took his metal case back out of his boot, set the pipe back inside, tucked it back in and said, “Get up. Get your shorts on. Come on.” About a block away as we headed east we paused at the corner. We stood by the vacant building for about 5 minutes - him tweaking and me snorting coke from my bottle. A few cars were on 14th Street, but it was not until one slowed, then circled round the block and came down the side street that he moved. He eased out to the edge of the sidewalk, the car stopped, window rolled down, the black guy inside leaned over and he and my bouncer escort exchanged words. The car then backed up away from the lit corner and turned it’s lights off. I followed along and the driver got out, walked to the passenger side, and leaned against the door as we approached. My BBC bouncer pulled the wad of my cash tips from his pocket, peeled off a $10, handed it to the guy, who smiled, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the pavement. “Suck his dick,” I was ordered. I looked from one guy to the other and while I wanted to get fucked, got on my knees, grabbed the guy’s hips and started slurping. I didn’t care if someone might walk by - which given the location and time of night was unlikely and the fact that my BBC bouncer was standing behind me watching. “SUCK THAT DICK YOU WHORE - SUCK IT!” the car’s driver said as he started pumping my throat. I did for a bit, but my B.I.C. (Bottom In Charge) role took over and I pulled back, looked up, and breathlessly asked, “Want to fuck me?” That got me a hard boot to the back as a silent ‘shut up’ from my BBC guide, and as the driver did not respond I shrugged, and focused on working my mouth hole instead. The driver’s hands grabbed the back of my head and he started thrusting, pumping, and filled my mouth with a pint of man cum. Satisfied I had sucked him dry he let go of my head, I leaned back, he zipped up, walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove off. I got off the sidewalk and the BBC bouncer said, “You still need to learn. A man’s needs is not always about getting pussy - well it is - but sometimes a nicca just wants a quick blow job or BJ. You need to learn about the niccas here. Take the dick however they offer it. If they are in their car, they are usually just looking for a quick blow job before heading home. If you need more, you need to offer a little something - a little cash but also offering to take it unwrapped is good - they like whore pussy they can pop and drop a nutt in. Now, you’re gonna have to do better if you want me to fuck that ass.” Damn! I had to hustle again to catch up as he headed back to the corner at 14th. “Hey, I never got your name,” I said as I got up to him. He paused, looked at me and said, “No, you didn’t.” Fuck that was hot! Here I was following some anonymous BBC, taking anonymous loads on the street because he said so, all because I was a dick hungry cock hound. I was busy snorting from my bottle when he did a quick step across the street ahead of an oncoming car. I had to wait for the car to pass then practically run to catch up. We turned east on P Street and a block up, crossed over to Logan Circle Park. Tall, wiry bushes had turned what was once a broad walkway into the small park into nothing more than a slim, game trail. Another example of DC’s failed government back at the time. Shadows moved off to the sides - sounds of sex could be heard, voices low, bodies smacking together, and as we got to the middle of the park I could see a small group of men standing under the statute of Commander John Logan astride his horse, looking forlornly over the rundown park. “Stay here,” my BBC guide said. Bits of light randomly shone from the streetlamps that circled the park. Any lamps within the park were long broken, but there was enough light to make out the basics. It was also starting to approach morning, yet a dark and overcast one. Fitting for the dark places I was being taken in DC’s underbelly. I looked down at the remnants of an old park bench, which now was nothing more than a metal leg/end piece bolted to cracked concrete and a few bits of rotten wood. I took my bottle out, snorted some coke, and watched as my guide eased up to the group, shook some hands, then turned his back to me as he did his business. Was he finding me more dick? “Are they going to fuck me?” I asked as he came back to where I was standing. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down the path a couple of steps and quietly said, “No. Something else to learn if you are going to chase street dick is that it’s almost always best to catch guys who are alone. Sitting alone, walking alone, driving alone. Those dudes up there? They’re here for business - slinging dope, rock, needles, whatever. Now, they don’t bother folks who come here to fuck around they just don’t want to be bothered and if you had gone up to ask them if they wanted to fuck you’d get beat down. True - I know some of those niccas would roll up in that ass another place - another time - but this is their business time.” I looked crestfallen and swayed a bit as I snorted some more coke. “Easy there pussy boy,” my BBC bouncer said as he steadied me. “I want you fucked up, not dropped out, cause I’ll leave your ass where it falls. Don’t worry. I came here to get as much rock as they could offer with that nice wad of cash of yours. When I fuck you, I want to be lit as that makes me horny as shit and I want you lit too. You’ll see - the pipe will make you climb my dick like a pro – at least for the second round. You’ll be lucky to stay conscious for the first one. I also got someone here for you to see to see how good of a whore you are and then - then if you do my man right, we’ll see about what comes next.” Well that perked me right up and in my excitement I ran right into the back of my BBC guide who had stopped in the middle of the trail, seemed to orient himself, then pushed through a small gap in the bushes on the left side of the path. Lucky for me he was tall and created a darker shadow to follow. He only went about 5-feet before he stopped, and asked, “How’s it going Russell?” I stepped up beside my guide into a small space that had been beat out in the middle of a bunch of the tall bushes. There was a black guy who was clearly homeless sitting on the ground, smoking a hand rolled cigarette, his face highlighted by the cast from a little fire burning in coffee can. My BBC guide pulled out my stack of tips that he had left, peeled off a $5, tossed it on the ground and said, “I brought you some white ass. Got a fresh boy here who’s trying to learn to be a good street whore and I know with how things are, you don’t get pussy like you used to. Figured you could use some.” The homeless man groaned as he stood up, looked at me, “You trying to take some dick boy?” he asked. I looked from him to my BBC bouncer and back. Yeah I had taken the guy on the street corner up from Garrett’s house who was begging for money, but that was really my only experience with homeless dick and somehow this seemed - ‘worse’. “Yes,” I said. He huffed liked he didn’t believe me. I dropped my shorts, turned, “Come on, stick it in me,” I said. He laughed, “What? You think I lay up around here with a hard dick just waiting for pussy to stumble on by? You got to work my shit first. Nice ass though. You gonna let me bust one in it? Want me to wipe my dick off a bit before you start sucking it? No? Jesus man, think you may have a real freak whore here.” I got on my knees, careful not to tip over the coffee can fire pit and although the dick he pulled out of his pants was crusted, ripe, and smelled like an outhouse, I gobbled that stink stick down. My BBC guardian stood behind us watching and smoking a fresh rock on his pipe as I worked the flesh pipe in my mouth, got it hard, turned around, and let him push it into my ass. “I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME RUSSELL, FUCK IT - FUCK ME GOOD - YEAH JUST LIKE THAT,” I said as the filthy 10-incher pushed in and out of my hole. “CREAM MY WHITE PUSSY MAN, PU T THAT LOAD IN, FUCK IT HARDER, GO ON, HARDER, PLEASE – CUM IN ME…” A few minutes of me talking dirty later, Russell was close, “YOU A NASTY ONE AIN’T YA? HOT DAMN THAT’S GOOD ASS - READY FOR THIS CUM IN THAT ASS? DON’T PULL AWAY NOW - I’M JUST ABOUT THERE - JUST ABOUT THERE - HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT WHITE ASSHOLE UP - FILLING YOU UP WITH MY DARK ROAST. PUMPING THAT PUSSY FULL WITH MY BIG LOAD.” Russell kept jamming my hole as squirt after squirt was added to the cum remnants already inside me. Finally spent, he yanked his dick out, ordered me to clean it off, and once done, plopped back down on the ground and tossed some more bits of paper and refuse in his coffee can fire, fanning the little flames to life. My BBC guide tucked his pipe back into his boot top, led the way out through the bramble path, and before we cleared the brush he stopped, turned, grabbed me by throat and pulled me close. His beard tickled my face as the wisps of crack smoke from his lungs tickled my nose, “Reach down and touch my fucking dick,” he ordered. I would have gasped in wonder if his hand had been looser. All I could do was gurgle a bit. “Seeing that shit made my dick rock hard. FUCK! If it was later at night I would take your ass right here - let you bleed out in the bushes as I rape that pussy to death - maybe another night,” he warned. I shook with anticipation. He let go, we cleared the brush line, he stopped, looked around like he was getting his bearings, then smiled, “I got the perfect place to go next. Spot be hopping 24/7.” We headed zig-zag north a few blocks, then cut to the west, back over to 14th Street, then further north, and cut west again to 15th. At W Street we turned left and immediately veered right off the sidewalk onto a paved path. My BBC guide had been laser focused on our destination and had barely said two words to me. He seemed like he was jonesing for his pipe – about as bad as I was in need of his - and when I pulled out my bottle of coke to snort some he snatched it from me, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “No. No more. You need to do this next part without flashing that damn bottle to the fucking world. Safer that way, plus I need you ready for the pipe.” He now paused, looked around, there were a few passing the intersection a block over on 16th, but otherwise the streets were quiet. “This is Malcolm X Park,” he explained with a wave to the dark, unlit, path. “The park runs oh several blocks up the hill. The white folks call it Meridian Hill Park. Trying to white wash it like everything else in this city. For now, it’s still the place to go for 24/7 freak shit. Drugs, street trade, just niccas looking to hang and smoke, get a blow job, fuck some ass or pussy. Once we walk through them posts there you stick close. If you with me, no one will fuck with you - well they will - but you know, they won’t try to rob or hurt you or shit. About half way up is a spot I know. Used to be a pump house or something for the fountain that is cut back deep into a wall. I know we’ll find the freak shit there that I want – them rough street trade niccas that will gang rape that pussy good and get it ready for me.” I suddenly got nervous and touched his arm, “Won’t we get busted or arrested or something?” I asked. He laughed, “ Fuck no! The cops know better than to go in there even in the day. Neighbors too. They all stay out, that is of course unless they scoping. This is where shit goes down and oh, right about now, we’ll run into the dudes who have gotten off the night shift, or have been at the after parties and too fucked up to go home, or are fucked up enough to get down on the DL, or guys like me who can come here and get what I want by force if need be and no one saying shit. Hell, I think the cops and the city like leaving it like this. Rundown, overgrown, lights all broken and shit. Cheaper, but keeps the wild shit in a central spot. Otherwise you’d have brothas and the Latinos, and the Maryland boys spread out from Adams Morgan, to Logan Circle, to Capitol Hill trying to find some little spot to get into just a minute of innocent trouble.” Sure didn’t sound like anything innocent happened in this place. Like Logan Circle’s park, this one was overgrown, strewn with trash, lights were busted, and as I gazed up the multi-tiered fountain and steps that cascaded down the hillside, I thought this would be a fucking awesome Halloween haunt. Only it wasn’t All Hallows Eve - it was a hazy morning in the nation’s capital, yet I still hoped for some demons to spawn inside my living flesh. “Wait here,” my BBC guide said as we got about halfway up the Hill and angled off to the right into a thicket of hollies that opened before stone archway. Flickers of lighters and matches were like Polaroid snapshots of the men milling about inside. Two guys passed me heading back the way we came. The looks they gave me were a mix of curiosity and a warning like I was treading on ground where I didn’t belong. A few seconds later the bouncer rejoined me, wrapped his hand tight around my throat and put his face close to mine again, “It’s time. Time to get that ass fucked good. My buddies say the spot’s jumping this morning with limited options, so that means you’re gonna get all the fucking nicca dick and nutt you can handle. Here’s how this is playing out. You and I are going in there and off to the back and side is a stone bench. I’m gonna sit back, kick out my feet, hit my rock, and watch the fucking show. You - you are gonna get naked, get on your fucking hands and knees and lick my boots again. Then - then you are going to experience a RING OF FIRE.” “What is a RING OF FIRE?” I asked. Fingers squeezed tighter to cut off any other questions. “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. THE CALL HAS GONE OUT TO EVERY FUCKING CRACK HEAD IN THE PARK - THAT’S WHERE THOSE GUYS WENT OFF TOO. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF. YOU MENTIONED YOU TOOK A FEW DICKS THE OTHER NIGHT AT SOME GUY’S HOUSE WITH HIM AND HIS HOMIES WATCHING THE GAME. THAT’S LIGHT WEIGHT SHIT. YOU IN THE RING NOW WITH HEAVY WEIGHT ROCK STARS. COME ON. WHILE WE WAIT, YOU NEED TO GET READY AND THE FIRST FLAME TO GET LIT IN THIS RING WILL BE YOU - TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME A CRACKHEAD WHORE! TIME FOR YOU TO GET BURNED BY THE RING OF FIRE SO THEN IT WILL BE MY TURN AS MY SEED NEEDS TO COME OUT AND BURN THAT ASS!” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.” A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.” I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.” Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.” I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules: If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick; Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever; Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine; There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only; See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure; The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close; Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time; I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock. “Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready. The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John. I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post. I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load: The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted. A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status. The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say. More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home. That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird: The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of. Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss. Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought. Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah. Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly. Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA! I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party. The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that. Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

PART 3 of Speed Breeding: All I knew about what was going to happen was when C.O. - a local, thug pimp who ran young twink guys on the street - dropped me off at Garrett’s house and told me, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” Garrett and his two homeless BBC buddies had spent the night keeping me filled with cocaine, Garrett’s troll dick, and raw BBC. Garrett said I needed to be fully trained and prepared for Friday night’s sex party where I would be one of two featured bottoms for the VIPs in the Speed Breeding booths. I would be naked and for $20, the tops - ANY top - could fuck me raw and cum in my ass - no questions asked. This was about 20 years ago when there was no PREP, no sex sites promoting BB fucking, and when safe sex and the AIDS-scare meant that raw fucking was a totally underground, taboo activity. Thus the appeal for these men. No awkward discussions on status. No demands at the last minute to wear a condom. No concern about some bitchy queen making a scene at the bar the next time they had a drink about them not playing safe. While I had never done anything like that before, I knew I wanted to and needed to - bad! So far, anything Garrett had thrown at me I had done and taken from his homeless buddies, to the panhandler up on the corner, to Garrett breeding me raw in the bar with his ugly old troll dick minutes after I met him. OK, so I was high on cocaine - coke - for most of it. But fuck it. Time to live a little. I had recently tested POZ and again - 20 years ago - that meant I probably had on a couple of good years left if that. I planned to go out in a blaze of glory and fucking enjoy life for once. Garrett had broken off from the triple tag play twice during the evening as his regular sweater queen butt buddies showed up apparently needing some troll dick too. Garrett laughed when he came back downstairs to my new basement apartment in his townhouse and slid right back up my ass, “You ever taken a dick right after it’s been up someone else’s ass?” he asked, “Wait until Speed Breeding, that’ll be the least freakiest part of it. Much of the ‘sex’ party is mostly posers walking around with a little grabbing, stroking, and sucking. It’s mostly watching and the tease of real sex. A few guys fuck in the corners for sure, but most folks are still too up tight to go all out so that’s where the Speed Breeding comes in. I need to ensure my guests don’t leave with blue balls.” I awoke sometime Wednesday morning much like the morning before in the midst of a tangle of homeless BBC man flesh and like the pig I was becoming reached back and guided a bruiser shaft into my ass. “Fucking cunt,” my guest said as he slid in my ass and began pumping, which awoke his buddy and soon two more loads were inside me. While they took turns using the shower and bathroom and gathering their shit up, I snorted a few lines of coke off a plate Garrett had left and tip toed up the stairs, pausing at the door to the first floor in case Garrett had company. I peeked around the kitchen and saw it was just him. Yeah the morning light only made his haggard, troll features more pronounced but as a thank you I calmly walked in, he turned, and I presented my cummy hole for inspection. “God damn,” Garrett said as he slid in me, BBC nutt sprinkling the linoleum beneath our feet, “You trying to wear my dick down to a nub? I literally cannot bust a load now no matter how much I try. Here, have some coffee. But, with the party on Friday you need to just do liquids for the next two days. No food. It’s important that you are ‘clean’ during the party if you know what I mean. While a cummy hole is one thing….” I smiled, “No worries. I understand. I’m not hungry anyways.” Garrett laughed, slid out of my hole, and as I kneeled and licked his shaft clean he sighed. Once done he handed me a fresh plate, “Good thing I got enough coke to kill an elephant. Fuck - for a newbie you can put that shit down and have a tolerance that most men would envy - and an ass too.” Well I was up, wired, and with our guests gone I followed Garrett up to the third floor of his town house, which served as his extended office. It looked like it had originally been a couple of bedrooms, but he had opened the walls, and the room was filled with boxes, shelves, papers, and God knew what. He adjusted his dick in his boxers as he sat at an old, oak desk, his coffee cup making a fresh ring of moisture on the wood, “As you can see. I told you I need the help.” Thanks to the plentiful cocaine, time flew and while I’m not sure we really did much that first day, it did make me realize there was clearly much more to Garrett than what one might initially see - both as a person and a business man. A deep voice bellowed from downstairs, “WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT MAN?” It was C.O., the pimp. Garrett looked at his watch and said, “I believe you have plans tonight? C.O. may be rough around the edges, but he will protect you, so no matter how new, scary, or whatever the situation may appear, just know he will bring you back home safe and sound.” Home. Part of me had not been sure I would ever have that again, but within a few days I had found one, and new friends. Speaking of, C.O. bellowed again and I laughed, “GET THAT FUCKING WHITE BUSSY DOWN HERE! YOU KNOW PLAYIN COY AND SHIT AIN’T HOPPIN. WHERE’S DAT WHORE? MY NICCAS WAITING ON THAT TWEAKER ASS BUT FIRST I NEED ME A TASTE SO I CAN PUNISH SOME GUTS! I GOTZ SOME MILK FOR THEM TASTEE-OS, DOES A BOOTY GOOD!” Oh yeah, I liked him! Garrett stayed in his office as I went downstairs to greet our guest. C.O. was standing on the lower landing, looking up, and seemed to enjoy the peaks of flesh my running shorts created as I came down the stairs. I stopped a few steps above him so I could look him in the eye, “YOU READY TO GET SOME MANDINGO DICK ALL UP THEM GUTS?” he asked, “READY TO LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS IT TO CLIMB UP IN THAT BUSSY AND BEAT IT DEEP?” C.O. got his answer a minute later as I lay on my back on the sheets still moist and stanking from the homeless BBC tag team and begged him to ‘fuck my white cunt’. I stuffed a few bags of coke in my short’s pocket and we as drove to meet up with his friends C.O. blew some smoke out the driver’s side window, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “WHEN WE GET IN THE JOINT I WANT YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. I’LL SET YOU UP IN THE FRONT ROOM. IF A NICCA SLAPS YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE SPITS ON YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE PINS YOU DOWN AND RIPS THAT CUNT RAW AS HE TALKS SMACK - SAY THANK YOU - NOTHING ELSE. WHORE’S DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO YOU HEAR ME? YOU UNDERSTAND? WE AIN’T PLAYIN HERE. THESE NICCAS MAY START OUT ONE OFF AND A BIT EASY BUT TRUST - AS THE GAME GOES ON, ADRENALINE PUMPS, DRUGS AND DRINK LOOSEN THE BROTHAS UP - SHIT’S GOING TO GET BUCK WILD.” Well, the night was far more that I could have ever imagined and rare that someone can honestly and truly say they were gang raped. Any resistance my ass had was broken. Any instinct to resist, push back, run, tap out, was fucked out me. It is amazing what one can endure and now when I hear tops speak about a bottom that said they couldn’t take a 8-inch dick I laugh - they have no fucking idea how to be a true bottom - a true slut - a true whore for cum and dick and even if you have to pay for the experience, it makes your future life as a bottom so fucking much better! C.O. drove me home several hours later. He double parked, eased me out of the passenger’s seat, and held me up as we walked down the driveway between the two townhouses to the back yard gate and the entrance to my basement apartment. I fumbled with the keys - my mind and body beyond my control right then. Next thing I knew I was face down in the small patch of grass in Garrett’s backyard as C.O. drove his elongated black dick into my well-used ass. “FUCKING WHORE CUNT. LOVE THAT WHITE PINK PUSSY. YOU BEST BE LEAVING YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED AT NIGHT OTHERWISE I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO BREAK MY MAN’S SHIT UP TO GET IN AND TAKE WHAT I NEED. NOW THAT I KNOW YOU A TRUE FREAK SLUT, MAYBE WILL SEND A FEW GUYS OVER ON THE REGULAR, OFFER SOME OFF-THE-MENU SIDE SNATCH FOR THOSE CUSTOMERS WHO WANT SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE OFF THE STREET GRID.” Garrett was waiting in my apartment when I was plopped on the bed. Had he heard us in the yard? Had the neighbors? Garrett shoved a couple pills in my mouth and held up a glass to make me drink like I was an invalid and then I was out. “Drink this,” a distant voice said. Once, twice maybe? I rolled over and moaned. Jesus fuck my body was sore. I swiped a hand across my face - fuck I stank too - or it was the sheets - or all of the above. I eased to an upright position and on the small table by the bed was a pitcher of orange juice, slightly melted ice cubes in a glass, and a plate of cocaine - fat, long lines of snow white - fitting as it was an old troll/dwarf who left them for me. I tried to snort the coke first but my throat was so dry I just gagged and coughed and huffed half of it right back out. A glass of juice later I was better, and then a few lines, more juice, and I was raring to go. I got off the bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts and slowly made my way upstairs. Garrett was not on the first floor, it was daylight out, and the clock said 2:00 p.m. There was more coke in the kitchen and I needed it. Wiping my nose I slowly took step after step up to the third floor and found Garrett behind his desk. He smiled, “And on the third day Christ arose,” he said. I squinted my eyes in question, “Ok, it’s been two days, You’re early. But still.” It was Friday? I had been out like what 30+ hours? A fucking ton of coke later and I was wired and raring to bend over for a donkey dick - literally. Garrett led me to the warehouse where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” In response I tried to snap the finger off that he had wedged in my hole, then bent over, opened up like a summer flower, and waited for him to put his stinger in me to fill me with his nectar. Yeah, Speed Breeding was going to be fucking fun! Stay tuned for part 4. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. 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Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Part 2: Unfortunately, some weeks later he told me that he’d met this guy he totally fell in love with and he didn’t want us to meet again. So I figured, too bad, whatever, have fun and goodbye and enjoy the herpes. I continued pozzing other dudes as it’s my favorite hobby and didn’t hear or see anything from the bitch for a few months. Then one day I was lurking in the same chatroom where I first met him and there he was, advertising his boipussy for any and all breeders again. Never one to miss out on any opportunity to spread my love to my fellow men I chatted him up and we got to talking. He admitted that he’d been terrified when I was breeding his ass with my deathstick but that afterwards when he got his latest test results he was actually disappointed that he hadn’t converted. Being the kind and gentle soul that I am I offered him a second chance, which he eagerly accepted. We tried to arrange a second pozzing session. But as luck, or lack thereof, would have it the little bitch fell in love with some dude again, so my plans for his conversion were put on hold again. This time I was royally pissed off and just blocked his number in my phone and deleted his contact information. About a year went by in which I pozzed quite a few other guys but still sometimes thought back to the little bitch. You really can’t blame me for that because he was and is just one hell of a stunning dude. Predictably I met the bitch again in the very same chatroom after that year. We both recognised each other immediately. I was just about to block him cause I’d just about had enough of his hot & cold act (you know: “Please pozfuck me”, followed by “I’m in love, you’re not allowed to touch me”). Right before I could he send me a message that he’d missed me so much and had been looking for me for months and was now totally dedicated to get infected and he practically begged me to come and pozfuck him. My brain was telling me to block the bitch, but my cock was telling me to go there right away and make the bitch regret what he said. Fortunately my cock won out this time. The very next day I went to his house. I’d ordered him to put the door ajar and be ready, dressed only in a jockstrap, up on all fours in the hallway. When I entered he was sitting ready like ordered. This time I didn’t tie him up and just rammed my killer cock up his slutty hole and fucked him ROUGH. Guess I was releasing some pent up aggression from his hot & cold act. I was filming at the same time and could clearly see some blood on my cock. I told him “I can see blood on my dick, hot. Much better chance of getting AIDS now bitch.”. The bitch was like “Really? Fuck yeah man, give me that poison!”. I guess he really did commit fully to getting pozzed this time around. I took my time ramming his bleeding hole before I dumped my toxic cum up his boipussy. I stayed the night, making sure my deadly cum stayed inside his hole, though I needn’t have worried about it, he was so happy with the poison in his ass he kept it all in. When I left that morning I told him to keep me informed about his health, really hoping he’d get sick soon and that he’s converted. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the fuck flu and when he got tested again a few months later it was still clean. We we’re both actually getting a bit bummed out about that. Stay tuned for part three which is coming up soon.

I am sure I am not the biggest slut but Yes. But that is only because I don't really meet other bottoms sexually. I hook up only with tops or vers guys in a top mood for sex. Why would I hook up with another bottom when both really want the real thing? Those occasions where I met couples where one of them tended to be more bottom I was there as the new guy so the attention was on me mostly and the bottom just joined in playing (or left the room). I have chatted with other bottoms though and sometimes the idea came up to get loaded up together but it never happened. Most of the times the idea was going on vacation together, share accommodation and find tops to fuck us both. But we never did because we never actually met and were basically strangers and sharing a room with someone you don't really know during a vacation was probably one step too far. Maybe some have done that. Would love to hear those experiences.

Part 9 Cum. Sweat. Lube. Before I came to this place, they were all things I would have said I never wanted in my mouth. Yet when I pushed my tongue into the hole of the guy in the sling, I tasted all three and thought it was the greatest thing in the world. He let out a moan as I licked at his hole, and from behind me, I heard the skinheads approval too. I felt him move in, and when his hand appeared on my head, he shoved my face in that that I was right up against the ass, penetrating it as far as my tongue would go. I'd never rimmed anyone before, but he seemed perfectly content with the way I moved my tongue and lips. “I think this kids a bit of a cum addict!” The skinhead said as he held my head still, not letting me pull away. My jaw and tongue were beginning to hurt, but I didn't stop my actions. My cock was twitching between my legs, bouncing and wanting to be used. The guy in the sling made a noise of agreement in between his general moans and whimpers. “Let's give him a bit more...” And with that, I found my head pulled away from the ass, and before I could tell what was happening, the skinheads thick, pierced cock was in my mouth. Instinct took over, though I had no idea what to do with the piercing. I danced my tongue around his dick as he shoved it right to the back of my throat. It made me gag, but that didn't stop him, he kept hold of my head and thrust repeatedly into my mouth. I sucked and licked as best I could, though I figured that most of the pleasure he was getting was from his own actions, rather than mine. I could hear him moaning above me, along with the guy in the sling. I glanced to my side briefly to see that the skinhead had several fingers inside the sling guys ass, twisting in and out, keeping the hole loose. I could also see cum still leaking out around his hole and onto the penetrating fingers. With each thrust, my throat seemed to gag more, and I was certain that I couldn't take much more of it without losing my stomach, but the skinhead seemed to be able to recognise the signs. Just as it was getting too much, he pulled out. My mouth didn't stay empty long though, as he switched his cock with his hand. As the pierced dick stabbed balls deep into the loose ass in the sling, cum-coated fingers pushed their way into my mouth. Instinctively, I continued sucking, tasting the cum and licking at the fingers. “Good fucking boy!” I heard from above, and the skinheads voice had become like a deep growl. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed, his face screwed up, almost as if he were in pain, but the moans he made made it obvious what was happening. With one last howling moan, and an 'Oh fuck yeah!' from the guy in the sling, I saw the skinheads body convulse. I could tell that cum was pumping into into the guys ass, and even saw it as the skinhead pulled his dick out just enough that I could see his cock twitch with each pump. “Get ready for this, boy.” He said, breathless, as his fingers curled up in my hair, taking hold of my head. After he thrust into the guy a few more times, he pulled out his cock and in the same second, shoved my face back into the freshly fucked asshole. I tasted the fresh cum in my mouth and salivated. I heard moaning as the cum continued leaking into my mouth. I licked and lapped at the hole, but after a moment,I found my head pulled away again. The order to 'clean it off' came from above, and the pierced cock found its way back into my mouth, still semi-hard. I obeyed – not that I had a choice – sucking and licking clean the dick, removing all traces of cum from it. “Good boy.” I heard from the skinhead. “Good fucking boy.” Once the dick was clean again, he let me go. Only then did I notice how much of a crowd had built up around us. From where I was kneeling, it almost looked like an endless sea of guys, of all shapes and sizes, all with their cocks out, seemingly waiting for me. It was only then that I felt any amount of awareness of where I was or what I was doing, and when the skinhead held out his hand for me, what little common sense I had left kicked back in. I took his hand and let him help me up. All the action had caused my towel to slip off me, and I quickly squabbled to get it wrapped around me, though it was made impossibly difficult to actually get on properly by my now completely hard cock. I actually heard some tuts and grumbles of complaint as the skinhead led me away from the slingroom. I took one last look over my shoulder at all the horny guys that had been getting off on watching me, and for a moment, felt an almost overwhelming desire to stay.

Part 7 "I am 'saving myself'!" I said after he finished kissing me. He licked his lips - he must have liked the taste of cum in my mouth. "Doesn't mean I can't do anything while I wait." To demonstrate my point, as he sat down next to me, I slipped my hand into his towel and took hold of his cock and pumped it. It wasn't hard when I started, but it didn't take long. "And how long have you been waiting now?" he asked, adding "Shouldn't you have been deflowered by now? I'll wait all night for your ass, but it's rude of him to keep me waiting." The comment made me blush, and he was right. I'd been at the sauna longer than I realized already, and he should have been through the traffic by now. "He'll be here," was all I could really say as a response. He rustled his hand in my hair and leaned in, kissing me on my temple. For a stranger who just wanted to fuck me in a sauna, he was surprisingly sweet. "I'm sure he will be, mate, but just in case, why don't I give you the grand tour?" With that, he stood up and, without actually waiting for me to agree, yanked me up by my arm. I stood-up so quickly that my towel slipped from my waist. He chuckled as I scrambled to get it back on, suggesting I should leave it off. I ignored his suggestion, secured my towel, and followed him out of the steam room. The cool air hit like a bucket of ice water, yet, at the same time, it felt pleasant. He led me through a few doors, in the opposite direction to the far end of the building where we came-upon a staircase I hadn't even realized existed. "I didn't know this place had a basement," I said, standing at the top of the staircase. The skinhead looked back at me and grinned, replying with a laugh "You really don't know what it is you've walked into, do you?" I'm sure my face was beet red, but I shook my head. Even so, I couldn't help but smile when he reached out his hand to me. I took it, and he led me down into the depths of the sauna.

Part 4 I stayed in the hot tub for a while afterwards, waiting for my friend to arrive and for my erection to go down. The hallway that led to the hot tub from the showers went further on into the other features of the sauna, though I didn't know what specifically was back there, so I watched guys go past, generally cruising each other. Two separate couples congregated briefly in the hallway, and ran off to... somewhere. I also saw several failed attempts, where one guy shrugged off the other, or quickly fled. The guys in the sauna definitely didn't behave or look like the image I had had in my mind when I entered the place. Yeah, there were a few elderly men, breathing heavily and trying to grab anyone who came within arm's reach, but most of the guys seemed to be between 30 and 50 and in reasonably good shape. I even saw a few guys who looked close to my age, though in reality, probably none were as young as was I. More than once I mistook the younger guys for my friend, but with each failure, I still kept my hopes up. The water jets cycles off and on again before anyone else entered the pool. The older guy with the moustache guy on the other side of the hot tub turned the pumps back on, as if it were his sacred duty to keep the bubbles going. A few minutes after he turned them back on, someone began climbing up the steps that led into the tub. It was a younger guy, I would guess he was about 25, he had black hair that was slicked-back, and he was almost as skinny as I was, but with clear muscle definition. His cock bounced between his legs before disappearing under the water. He looked at me for a brief moment, before nodding and moving towards the older man. They didn't waste time, and imagine they must have known each other as they just smiled at each other, and without a word, the younger guy seemed to straddle the older man's lap. They locked their mouths together in what must have been a very deep kiss, and the younger man started moaning into the older man's mouth. They seemed to be shifting around in the water a bit for a moment, before finally the younger man let out a long moan. With that, they broke their kiss, and I heard him whisper "Yeah, that's it." After that, they started moving in time with each other. It took me a while, arguably longer than it should have, to realize that the younger guy was getting fucked by the older guy. It took me longer still to realize I was staring at them, with my mouth hanging open. They didn't seem to mind, or even notice, but still, I quickly looked elsewhere, but even so, my attention was drawn back to them. I couldn't help it. They were fucking, right there, right in front of me. They hadn't rushed off to... well, wherever the other couples I saw had rushed off to. Almost subconsciously, my hand drifted to my cock, which was, of course, rock hard, and I began to slowly play with myself, as I licked my lips as the pace of their mating increased. The older guy with the tattoos had closed his eyes for a while, but when he opened them, he looked over and fixed his gaze on me. I felt embarrassed, but he smiled, obviously not embarrassed that I had a front row seat. The guy turned to the younger guy, and whispered a couple of words, and stopped fucking. With that, the younger guy looked around, and followed the older guy's gesture, to look at me. The younger guy looked me over, which made me feel even more embarrassed, but then he smiled and gestured for me to join them. I certainly didn't know exactly what to do, yet they seemed to have me in a trance, as my body moved on it's own in grabbing my poppers from the ledge and moving through the water to join them. Hands appeared on me as soon as I was within reach. The older man had one hand wrapped around his fuck-toy, and the other wrapped around my waist, going straight to my butt, where he started groping one cheek. The younger guy was slightly less forward, and brought his hand up behind my neck and pulling me in closer. The fucking began again as their hands explored me, with the older guy slowly bucking his hips. The younger guy moaned and leaned over towards me, giving me a much softly kiss than had the skinhead, gently brushing his lips against mine. Meanwhile the hand on my ass kept groping and squeezing, but didn't move anywhere. After he'd finished kissing me, he moved his face away, and pressed mine towards the other guy. Before I had time to protest, the older guys moustache was brushing up against my face as his lipped connected with mine. His hand tightened on my ass, squeezing it hard as his tongued forced its way into my mouth, all the while the younger guy held me still. It felt good, even though I didn't know why. The older guy made me feel gross when I first saw him, but the taste of his tongue, the scratching of his moustache, and his tight grip on my ass felt so hot that I almost forgot where I was. I heard the voice of the younger guy murmur in my ear, saying “His cock feels so good in me, he's such a good fucker. You want to feel it?” And with that, the younger guys hand slid down from my neck, all the way down my back and to my ass. This time, he was the less polite one – a finger slipped right down the middle to my hole and pressed against it. I gasped, and pulled away from him, shaking my head. I tried to say something, but no words came out of my mouth. Fortunately, the older guy had been listening in on my earlier conversation. “He's saving himself,” the man said in a gruff voice that hinted he was a foreigner. Amusement was evident in his tone. The younger guy nodded his head in realisation, also smirking at the concept. The older guy resumed, asking “But only your hole, right?" and then suggested to me “I won't fuck you, but you could help me fuck him, yeah?” as he nodded to the young guy. The older guy moved his hand from my ass to my hip, pushing me hard, so I found myself standing behind the younger guy, who promptly stood-up somewhat, presumably to slide off the other guy's cock. Then their hands were back upon me, and one hand guided my cock until it was pressed up against the young guy's hole. Instinct seemed to kick in, as I took hold of his hips, and he moaned as he teased his hole with my cock. “Go on, fuck him,” The older guy urged, adding “You don't need to be gentle. I wasn't the first guy this little whore had tonight.” I looked at the younger guy to see if the comment bothered him, but he just smiled in agreement. Once we made eye contact, he pushed his hips back, and, just like that, the tip of my dick slipped into his ass. I gasped. It was a great feeling, but I'd never fucked anyone before, so honestly I didn't know what I was doing. Fortunately my instincts took over again. As he took my dick, the guy twisted his body to turn so he could wrap one arm over me, he pulled me in to kiss me. The moment meant that my dick was also pulled fully into him ass. It was a slick feeling, and I slid right down to the base without any trouble at all. “That's it,” the older guy said as the younger guy kissed me, adding “Fuck that hole.” I began moving my hips a bit and he moaned into my mouth. 'No condom'. the thought flashed into my head and suddenly I was aware of myself again. I broke off the kiss and pulled out of him in a second. Then, before they had time to protest, I already turned and headed for the steps, muttering unintelligible words of apology as I rushed out. I grabbed my towel and slipped through the small crowd that I hadn't notice forming, and headed back to the changing rooms.

Found this on my hard drive. not sure if this really is a 'Part three" but it seems to have the same "Seph" in it. Again, not my work but someone else's.. ========================================= Once again Seph went out on the prowl, he was visiting LA and needed to find a fresh hole to fuck and destroy. They met this punk in a bar, a seedy hook-up bar and there are lots of them in LA. The punk told Seph his name but didn’t bother remembering, to Seph, he was just another target, another potential victim. The kid was just how Seph liked them, acting more badass than he is, hot body, hot looks, thin - almost skinny, a little rough on the edges, but within a minute you see that is all just affectation. The boy is really not the street-wise thug he wants to seem. They chat. The kid is visiting from somewhere. He wants to be in the movies. Seph does the standard song and dance, and he seems to be warming up to his charms... Seph has an intensity that guys read, and he move fast. Within a few minutes, Seph has the kid talked into giving him a blowjob in the alley – the punk kid has already said he won't let Seph fuck him in the alley, he would want to "go somewhere" for that. Seph agrees, knowing once get it started he’ll have him… They are out in the alley he, is groping Sephs’ cock. The punk says he likes how big it is... "I get that a lot", Seph tells him cockily. He is trying to kiss, and Seph simply pushes him to his knees, he fumbles with Sephs’ belt, zipper and cock, soon he is eye to eye with the huge toxicP oz Pecker. They are justa few feet from a dumpster, and while it isn't reeking of decaying garbage it don't smell like roses either, the wall is brick, and the few old graffiti tags and posters from bygone days are dully lit by one lone lamp at the end of the alley, some 100 feet away. It is the perfect spot for a quick brutal fucking. Seph is a selfish fucker, he knows he want to fuck him the punk here in the alley, the probability that someone, a bar patron, a passerby will see them makes this all the hotter - so Seph has to play it slow, play it right to get his way. The kid licks and nibbles (why the fuck guys lick cock when it was meant to be swallowed Seph don't fucking understand...) Seph panders to the kids ego, telling him how good he is. Slolwy the punk is getting into it, and Seph start to take control more. His hands are guiding his head and throat deeper and deeper. He really can't take it all the way, and Seph let out a few frustrated moans and sighs. He redoubles his efforts, yet he still can not take it. Seph push him back, frustrated and insists he isn't "really" trying, the kid insists he is. It is obvious he can't take Sephs’ whole cock, and Seph tells him so, he looks hurt, Seph tells him to give me his ass, as he tries to say "lets go someplace" The moment he offers, Seph strikes and interrupts, firmly... "HERE". "You are going to have to not scream when I fuck you, you don't want to attract too much attention" Seph smirks darkly. The kid looks up and down the darkened alley, "um ok - you got a jimmy right?" – such stupid fucking word Seph thinks. "yeah, I'm covered". As he stands Seph spins him around harshly, and yank his pants down to his knees, one forceful move. Seph rest his hard poz cock in the kids ass trough, rubbing, teasing... there is plenty of sweat there to act as lube... Seph thinks if he adds just a little spit he’ll be seeding this ass in no time. The punk pulls away suddenly, "we got to be safe, put it on" he says trying to sound firm. “Ok, ok, Seph says, here you put it on for me...” Seph says as he reaches into pocket and tosses a condom at the kid, it sails by him and hits the wall, he turns and bends over to pick it up... the thought of soap in a prison shower comes to mind... And there it is. Shiny, young, tight NEG asshole. Ripe, untainted and spread open, just ready for being bred! Seph pushes him bent over against the wall, pinned, he cannot move. Spit already applied to Sephs’ Poz cock, he is already pushing at the kids back door. And as Seph slowly sink his uncovered, raw cock into the punk, the poor kid wails quietly... "Noooooo!" Soon, Seph is completely buried in him. Balls deep. The kid struggles to stand up but Seph keep him doubled over wedged against the wall. Seph could see that he has recovered the condom, and is clenching it in his hand all the while he is still trying to stand, watching this makes Seph chuckle in a low, cruel way. The kids struggle just adds excitement to the dance, his insistence to stop, his fighting against the toxic dick in his ass and the way his neg asshole tightens and throbs with his clenching feels utterly magical. Soon Seph is hammering him, eventually he lets him stand and support himself against the wall. In time the boy is moaning and whimpering and very much enjoying the fuck Seph is giving him. Eventually Seph asks him if he wants him to cum inside the kids ass. "NO!" he insists, and Seph chuckles again, wondering how long before he has him begging to shoot his poz load inside the boys neg hole. "You ever had a man cum in you before", Seph asks. The punk says no, and Seph keeps drilling him, harder now. "You want me to stop fucking you then?" he repeats no, this time more breathy, more distant. Seph make him beg to keep fucking him. And then fucks him harder still. He shift his hips so he’s hitting him higher in his colon, rubbing it around on all the spots Seph know he wants to be hit... the stimulating places deep up in a man that a good fucker knows... and Seph is using ALL his tools and wiles to get what he want. To get this boy to beg for his seed. They have been fucking now for ten minutes, in an alley, and the whole time Seph doesn’t care to let it last much longer, its time to seed and breed this ass deep. To plant his DNA and defile the raw untainted ass "Tell me you want me to be the first man to plant my seed in you... tell me how much you want me to me shoot my seed up in your raw unprotected slutty hole", Seph pause. "beg-me-for-it" he accentuate his words with an extra hard and deep fuck for each word. And then, he does. “Do it. Cum inside me, BREED ME!” And Seph has won again. Seph leans down and grip his throat and neck with his meaty hand and forces his body... his tight young ass back on to Sephs’ deep pounding cock, and then it happens. His hard pulsating Toxic death dick erupts with the fury of hell deep inside the kids unprotected ass. Like a toxic Gun charged with poz bullets, its blasts it’s poison load deep into the kid. Seph knows the punk feels the release of the charged DNA in him and Seph feel like the conqueror, triumphant and victorious. A man impregnating a bitch. Seph continue to spew in him, douching his ass with his hot white semen. Seph had always known he shot a lot more than other guys and always assumed it was part of the power ‘The Gift’ had given him. More than most guys Seph has ever seen - and this is no different, the punk will be enjoying Sephs’ seed leaking out of him for the rest of the day and into tomorrow. When Seph was finally spent he let the kid stand with his poz cock still deep inside. "Well, now you know what it feels like to has a man cum in you now." ... Seph explain that he shouldn’t let any other man ever does this to him; after all it is very dangerous. Slowly Seph pulls him back into his arms tightly, Sephs’ cock is finally soft enough to piss, so he does. "I am marking you. Like animals do. You will carry my cum and now my piss." Seph doesn’t get a lot in him, but it was enough for the punk to definitely feel it... The poor kid seems exhausted and defeated, he slumps against Seph and finally the huge cock slips out, piss and jizz leak out. Seph, sel;fish bastard that he is, leaves him there, slumped in the alley and whimpering. He gets ready to go but not before he fishes out the kids wallet. He slips out the punks drivers license and chuckles. “Just a heads up Kid… Dumped a hefty strain of HIV Into you tonight, you should really be using a condom!” Seph laughed and walked away.

Posting the "Second Chapter" now... Possession 2: Seth and James. James took a deep breath, and walked into the bar. At the door, a big burly looking man stopped him and asked for his I.D. After inspecting it a bit under the flashlight, the bouncer stared at him for a bit, and then waved him on, practically leering at him. Quickly, James entered into the bar and found a corner. The hard part, getting into the bar, was over. He only hoped that no one he knew saw him come in. He took a couple of minutes to get himself adjusted to the relative darkness of the bar. He dressed casually enough: some baggy shorts and a white t-shirt (a bit on the small side to show off his body) and sneakers. His other adornments included a worn baseball cap and the blue beaded surfer necklace from Abercrombie & Fitch. There were a few young guys in the bar, but most of the patrons were older. James was 19, and a sophomore at New York University. He was completely ecstatic to be able to get into NYU and leave his boring, provincial hometown in Pennsylvania. He'd decided to take some summer courses at school just so he could stay in the city and not have to go home. He'd lucked out in getting a single dorm, and decided that this was the summer he was going to go and finally lose his virginity (to a man). It had taken James months of soul-searching his freshman year to come to grips with his homosexuality, but he'd finally accepted himself, and made plans to live life to the fullest. Still, going to his first gay bar by himself was nerve racking. Tonight, he'd chose the most inconspicuous articles of clothing he could think of to wear. Unconsciously, he tugged the bill of his cap further down. If anyone on the swim team saw him in here, he'd be blackballed and harassed incessantly. As he looked around the room, he made some mental notes of who was cute and who wasn't, but it didn't seem like a whole lot of people were paying attention to him. Which was fine, at least for now. Taking another deep breath, he headed to the bar and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender looked at him and smirked, but didn't say anything. He fixed the drink and slid it over to James. After paying the bartender, James headed back over to his corner. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and almost choked. The bartender wasn't cheap with the vodka. The liquid burned all the way down his throat. A lot of the men came in groups of two's and three's. They sat at the bar or stood around the T.V. monitors and chatted away. There were also a good number of men who were single and trolling through the bar, looking to find a hook-up. James made a conscious effort not to make eye contact with anyone. Just being in the bar for 20 minutes, he had to ignore three old men who made their way to him. Not only were they old, but ugly and out of shape. After an hour, two more screwdrivers and five more unwanted suitors, James was going to figure the night a bust. It was coming close to midnight, and he was tipsy from all the vodka. As he made to move out of the corner he'd secluded himself in, someone bumped into him, knocking him back into the wall. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you," this deep voice said. James steadied himself against the wall, and said, "S'okay." A hand grabbed onto his shoulder, and held him still. "Are you okay?" James looked up to the man, and smiled, "Yeah, had a bit too much." The guy who held onto James was taller, about 6 feet to James' 5'6". His blue eyes sparkled as he smiled and replied, "Yeah, I guess you did." The man continued holding onto James, and James felt this incredible heat burning his shoulder. The heat crept up his neck and into his cheeks, as well as down his spine and legs. James looked up at the man and giggled, "I think I had a lot too much." "Why don't you come over and sit with me for a bit. I don't think you're in any condition to go anywhere." The man took James' hand into his, and led him through the bar toward the back. He sat James down in a chair, and said he'd be right back. A few minutes later, he came back and placed a glass down. "Drink that. The water'll flush some of the alcohol outta you." James gulped down the water as the man sat beside him. When he plunked the glass down, he looked over and found the man watching him. "Thanks," he mumbled. "So, first time at a gay bar, huh?" "Yeah, how'd you know?" "Well," the guy replied, "you're cap's pulled all the way down over your pretty face. Second, you drank way too much for own good. And third..." "And third what?" James asked after the man made no attempt to finish his sentence. "And third," he flashed James a beautiful big smile, "I saw you fidget in the corner when you first walked into the bar." James erupted into a loud gale of laughter. Pretty soon, the guy joined in. When they both stopped laughing, the guy reached over and gave his hand to James. "I'm Seth." "James," he answered as he shook Seth's hand. James took a quick glance at Seth for the first time. Seth had nice clear blue eyes and red hair, which he buzzed short on the sides and back. He was handsome (hot, James thought) and muscular. His biceps stretched his white t-shirt and his chest spread the fabric taut. James noticed Seth's tits nearly punching through the white cotton, and his dick gave a twitch. Seth smiled as he watched James check him out. James was definitely a cute little stud, and his body looked nice beneath that tight t-shirt. And if Seth had pegged James right (as he did about this being James' first time at the bar) he was also a virgin. Seth's cock stirred under his jeans at the thought of popping that cherry. "Let me get you another glass," Seth said, and went the bar. When he came back, he made James finish a second glass. "How're you feeling?" "Better," James slurred and giggled. Seth attempted some minor chit chat, and James did his best to pay attention, but he couldn't. Finally, after about half an hour, James thought it'd be best if he left. He got up, and nearly fell over. Seth caught him just in time. "I don't think you're gonna make it by yourself. Why don't I take you home?" James liked that. He also loved the way Seth's hands felt on his back and chest. His dick was getting hard from the way Seth squeezed his pec, almost teasing his tit. His tit responded and stood up hard against Seth's hand. "Where do you live? Should I call someone?" Seth offered. James shook his head. "I live alone at the NYU dorms. It's over on Third and 10th." Seth half supported and half carried James to his dorm. When they reached the main lobby, Seth untangled himself from James. During the trip to the dorm, Seth let his hands roam all over the boy's body, teasing him, stroking and rubbing him, all in the appearance of helping James keep steady. James was hot and horny and raring to go. The look of disappointment that flashed across James' face when Seth moved away was plain as day. They stood there for a second at the entrance way. "Here you are," Seth said. James nodded. "So, um, you wanna come up for a bit?" James asked hopefully. Seth gave him a devastating smile. "Sure. I'd love to." No sooner had the door to James door closed, than Seth was pulling the boy's body tight against his. He bent down and kissed James hard on the mouth, fiercely thrusting his tongue in and out. James groaned and clung to Seth with all his might. Erotically, expertly, Seth kept filling James' mouth with his tongue and spit, making the boy swallow. His hips thrust and swayed as he rubbed his crotch against the boy's crotch. Seth's right hand held the back of James' head while his left roamed down the back and onto the boy's ass. Powerfully, he kneaded those tight ass cheeks through the shorts. All James could do was let Seth command him. Suddenly, James shorts fell to the ground. He kicked them off with his sneakers. His briefs followed. Soon, James' hard 7" cock was rubbing up against Seth's bulging jeans, leaving wet spots everywhere. Seth pulled away. "Undress me." James immediately started pulling off Seth's t-shirt. James marveled at the hard lean body underneath. His hand roamed over the hard tight abs and up onto the big chest and large nipples. He couldn't help himself; James pushed his face onto one of Seth's tits and began sucking. "Oh yeah, fucking hot little slut. Chew those tits," Seth growled. James licked and sucked and bit them. "Harder! Yeah, fuck!" Suddenly, Seth pushed him away. James landed on his ass hard. "Undress me." James got up onto his knees, dazed, but compliant. He decided to start with the sneakers. He untied Seth's sneakers and took them both off. The manly smell of Seth's feet hit him hard, like a jolt of electricity. James dick twitched so hard. When he took off Seth's socks, he brought the wet smelly pair to his face and inhaled deeply, writhing, rubbing them into this face. He looked up to see Seth smiling at him. "Good boy." Pleased beyond belief, James wanted to get on with the show. He inhaled once more and dropped the socks, and got on with unbuttoning the jeans. James saw the outline down Seth's right leg and knew that he was hung. As the zipper relented to James tug, Seth's jeans opened up before the boy's eyes, revealing smooth skin and a weird tattoo situated right at the top of the base of Seth's cock, where there should've been pubic hair. "Hot tattoo," James whispered, "what is it?" "It means bio-hazardous. It means my dick is dangerous," Seth hissed, sneering down at James. "Do you like it?" James felt a strange sensation, and an unknown urge directed him to kiss the tattoo. He looked up at Seth as he did that and saw Seth smile wickedly. The rest of the jeans slipped off and Seth's cock sprang up, slapping James in the face. Above, Seth laughed out loud when this happened, noting the stunned look on the boy's face. Quickly, Seth stepped out of his jeans, and spread his legs apart. James looked at the cock. It was huge. Definitely dangerous, James thought to himself. Seth pushed his crotch out. Instinctively, James knew what he had to do, he opened up wide, and inhaled the big cock. He only got half of it in his mouth when he felt the big cockhead hit the back of his throat. He started to back off when Seth's hand whipped around behind his head and jammed it onto the cock. James gagged and his throat opened up. Taking the opportunity, Seth thrust hard, forcing his dick down. The cock filled up James' throat, cutting off his oxygen supply, and he began to panic. Seth held him tight onto his cock, watching him thrash and turn dark red. Finally, he said, "Breathe through your nose." James snorted loudly, sucking air and mucus into his nose. As his lungs filled, his panic lessened. Now, knowing he could breath again, James set on sucking that cock with gusto. Seth closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of the hot young mouth working over his large cock. He thrust his 10" cock all the way into the boy's head and slowly remove it. Again and again he fucked the face rough and hard, often scraping his dick across the boy's teeth. But that didn't matter; the only thing that mattered was the feeling he got when his cock forced its way through the narrow throat, the feeling he got when the boy gagged and his throat squeezed, the way the boy grunted when his forehead hit his pelvis. "Yeah, that's right. Suck that big cock. Suck that cherry buster real good. Get it nice and wet so it'll slide up your ass and pop you open," he muttered when the boy took him to the root. "It's gonna feel real good up your ass." Finally, after nearly 20 minutes of hard face fucking, Seth pulled his dick out. Proud, red, raw, his cock jutted out from his pelvis like an angry club. James took a couple of deep breaths, reorienting himself. The cock was covered with his spit and slime. Seth held his cock at the base and waved it lewdly at James. "You want this? You want this cock in you?" he asked. James nodded. "Where do you want this big dick, boy?" James licked his lips. His throat was sore. He opened his mouth a couple of times, working his tongue, until finally, he croaked, "In my ass, sir. I want that cock in my ass." "Yeah? You want this cock to split your ass open? You want me to rip your ass open with my big dick?" Again James nodded. Seth reached down and grabbed James by his tits, and yanked his to his feet. James swayed from the sudden rush of blood and held onto Seth as spots danced before him. Seth led James to his bed and pushed the boy down. On his back, James watched Seth maneuver between his legs, spreading them apart with his own. Despite being drunk, he put his hand on Seth's chest and stopped his approach. "Wait," he told Seth. James reached over to the dresser by the bed and rummaged around. He pulled out a condom and offered it to Seth. "I don't fuck with condoms," he told James. "I can't, man. No condom, no fuck," James said quietly. Seth looked at it for a second, and took it from his hand. James watched as the rubber was pulled taut over the big cock. It looked even more dangerous encased in rubber. Without a word, Seth parted James' legs again and squat down so his cock was lined with the boy's ass. When his cockhead was resting right at the hole, Seth looked into James face. James opened his mouth and said, "Alright. Go slow. I've never...." With a savage lunge, Seth forced his cock into the boy's hole. James' face distorted grotesquely as his eyes screwed shut and his mouth opened to let out a harsh scream of pain. A flash of white accompanied the pain of a huge battering ram forcing its way through his body. He felt the dry condom shredding and ripping his asshole. The pain was worse when Seth pulled his cock out. James' ass was on fire with pain. Seth's cock twitched and throbbed when the boy screamed, and screamed and screamed. After a 10 minutes of fucking, the boy stopped screaming for him to take it out. Sweat, ass-juice and blood had substituted as lube. The boy had even begun to groan when Seth's cock pressed and passed over his prostate. After 10 more minutes of fucking, the boy's cock was fully hard again. Seth pulled his cock out of the boy's ass, and turned him over onto his stomach. The boy barely realized he was in a new position when Seth tugged on his t-shirt. The boy raised his arms and torso to help get the t-shirt off, but Seth stopped midway, and started twisting the excess material in his hand. Soon, the t-shirt was tight enough to bind the boy's arm together over his head, and effectively muffled the frightened loud protests he put up. With one hand on the knot of cotton, Seth used his other hand to pull off the rubber. "I don't do condoms," he told James. Tossing the bloodied rubber aside, he jammed his cock back into the boy's ass. The sensation of a slick, raw, bloody, tight boy-ass was sweet hot to Seth. Viciously, furiously, he slammed his cock in and out of the hole. James thrashed and howled in pain. Seth ignored him and just kept at it. Over and over again, the large cock pummeled James' ass. James stopped his screaming when he realized Seth wasn't listening. Even his resistance to the hot sensations weakened. Finally, he gave up the fear and pain and anger to the hot sensation of Seth's cock fucking him. Harder and harder, Seth fucked James ass, and soon, he elicited moans and groans through the t-shirt. Seth let go of the knot of cotton and grabbed the boy's hips and fucked for all he was worth. "Take it you fucking little bitch. Yeah, take that big fucking cock up your ass. Oh yeah, fuck, you want it? Huh? How do you like my cock now? Yeah, feels good in you raw, don't it? Oh yeah, your ass is so hot and wet. Fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum in you. Yeah. You want that? You want my fucking poison? You want my fucking positive cum in your ass?" Seth ranted. James clenched his asshole when he heard Seth's rant. His hole pulsed and danced on the cock raping him, and James moaned and grunted with every thrust. Seth felt his balls bunch up and a sweet hot orgasm coursing through his body. Seth let out a howl and let himself get swept up in the waves of pleasure as his cock pulsed and fired shot after shot of bio-hazardous cum into the boy's ass. utterly lost in the pleasure of knocking the boy up with his diseased cum, feeling it spread and infect ever cell in the boys' body. After resting and catching his breath, Seth got up and pulled himself out of the boy. The boy flipped over and moaned. Seth reached down and yanked the t-shirt hard and rough and off James. James shook his head to clear it and stared at Seth. Seth watched his eyes trail down his body. Seth and James both stared at Seth's huge monster cock. It was semi-erect, and slimy with streaks of blood and cum and shit. Casually, with a few swipes, Seth cleaned off his cock with the white t-shirt. When Seth finished dressing, he turned and looked at James. The boy was still laying on the bed, never having moved while he watched Seth get dressed. His legs were still splayed apart. Under his ass, a big wet spot had appeared: both blood and cum had seeped out. Walking over to where James' short lay in a puddle on the floor, Seth fished out his wallet and pulled out the I.D. card. He stared intensely into James' eyes as he tucked his souvenir away. He went over the James and pulled the boy to his feet. He bent his head back and planted a sloppy wet kiss on him while his fingers dug into the boy's ass. He then held up his scummy fingers in front of the boy and waited. Obediently, James opened his mouth and took the fingers in. When Seth pulled them out, they were clean. *** When Seth got home, he showered and changed. Before heading to bed, he fished the I.D. card out of his pocket and went over to his dresser. Opening up a leather box, he placed the card in with the other I.D.s he has gotten over the last few years. It was quite a collection.

I hadn't been fisted for nearly a year till David warmed up to me at the Christmas party. I guess we were both slightly drunk. He frankly told me I turned him on, and he'd like to tear up my ass. He had a reputation for doing it long and hard and showing no mercy. Hot as he is, I jumped at the opportunity when he invited me home. He is a gorgeous macho dude who supplements his natural endowment with tats, and multiple piercings, and a P.A. His leather jacket and pants almost make me cum at the sight of him. I couldn't wait to get my clothes off. I didn’t have to. He did it for me. He shoved me down on the bed and jumped astride me. I acquiesced because I knew what I’d cum for. I needed his wrist and fat cock up my ass. He had a special room for his playmates. A plastic sheet lined the large double bed. Cans of Crisco and sundry jars and tubes and bottles littered the bedstand. In a minute my mancunt glistened with Crisco, and ten minutes later he was in up to his knuckles. The swelling, the fullness inside me made me feel sooooo good. He didn’t go in past the wrist, in deference to my lack of experience. But I felt him stretch and open his hand as his thumb and long nails assailed my hole. When he pulled out there was a mixture of Crisco and shit on his hand, but he assured me that was the finesse part of fisting. He wiped himself clean on my chest. It was then I noticed his nails, which were longer than those of most of women. I imagined what they had done in my ass, and precum gushed from my piss-slit. He lifted my legs to his shoulders, aligning his shaft with my mancunt. Without warning he plunged into me to the hilt. The fisting had left me so horny that I welcomed the intrusion—but in a matter of minutes his P.A. bit painfully into my ass. I was about to urge him to stop, tell him I couldn’t take anymore, when his whole body shook, and he shot his poz jizz into me. David is one of those guys who is quite open about his status, and brags about only doing it bareback. That made my conversion so erotic—like playing Russian Roulette with the odds stacked against you. We still get together now and then, always in his special room. He alternately fists and fucks me, and sometimes both, only now he goes in to the elbow. I let him have his way with me, do whatever he likes, because he is my mentor. He gave me the freedom to fuck with abandon. And he taught me the new Golden Rule—do unto others as David did unto me.