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This story is not true but inspired by a comic I found online. Enjoy. Having just turned 18, I was not going to go trick or treating on my block except Mr. Kleberger, my neighbor, asked me to walk with his twin sons who were probably 7 or 8 at the time. I was in high school, so I wasn't even going to dress up, but my mom said I had to help him and I begrudgingly agreed (plus he was going to pay me and college would be expensive). Since it was last minute, I didnt have a costume and i was secretly relieved that i wouldnt be in danger of having to wear something embarassing on the off chance that i might see someone from ould wear a costume he had and you can imagine my face when I arrived after school and the costume choices were either a toga with some leather arm bands and boots or a Scottish wedding tux complete with kilt. The kilt was too big for me to wear, so I wore the toga and he wore the kilt/tux, while the boys wore Superman and batman costumes. Mr. Kleberger told me his wife was visiting some friends in another state that weekend and it would just be us for the evening, which I heard through a fog that clouded my brain power, brought on by the view of my neighbor and his hot former army ranger body and perfect pink cock. I must have been staring because he volunteered that the kilt was what he wore in his wedding and underwear was never worn between a kilt and a cock. I had a hard time trying to keep my own dick from tenting the toga, which made him notice that you could easily see my boxer briefs under the thin white material. At his urging, I agreed to see if something of his would fit me and not show through as much, but I was flabbergasted by his nonchalant lifting of the costume and tugging down my undies, which made me shoot to full mast while he kept the toga up with a haND and used his other hand to rifle thru his underwear drawer, a prolific collection of briefs, thongs and bikinis in every material and color under the sun. Despite the goal of keeping the underwear from showing beneath the toga, he produced a few bikinis in red, blue and green and helped me try on each one, fondling my package each time as he stood behind me so we could get a good look in the mirror. Next came some more logical options in the form of a few white and flesh colored thongs, and with those he began using his fingers to also lightly work my cheeks and butthole "so the thong lies str8 along the butt crack." Obviously there was more than just the fit causing his handy work, but my naive brain ignored any sexual interest possibly occurring since he was married to a woman. I loved the look of the thongs but he still wasn't satisfied until a lightning dawned on him and he dashed into his office and returned with a package from some online underwear store, newly acquired by him just in time to produce the perfect solution to my toga's dilemma, a white g-string made of the silkiest softest white mesh i'd ever seen or felt. Amazingly fortuitous that he happened to order the new mesh number a few weeks earlier and had yet to open them up. When I bent over to pull the undies up my legs, I felt the soft woolly texture of the kilt pressing against my thighs and smooth butt cheeks, but there was something odd about how it was pressing into me. Somehow the kilt was not hanging down in a normal fashion, but seemed to be wedging itself into the space under my balls and butt. As I finished pulling them up, Mr. K adjusted the kilt so that it slid open and I gasped because all that was left between my thighs, tickling the underside of my balls, was his semi hard dick. He pulled my hips in and lifted the toga up under my arms so his cock was thrusting ever so slowly into the tight envelope between my legs and testicles, whole his fingers adjusted and caressed my desperately hard dick, as it leaked precum through the mesh like a waterfall. "Don't worry about that," I recall him assuring me that it was normal to get excited by the smooth fabrics and no reason to be ashamed of what was just our normal physical response, according to the man whose cock was now dragging across my asshole with each slow movement along my crack. I can't remember exactly how I reacted to his assurances but I am guessing what I thought was a non commital shrug was probably a shudder of ecstacy accompanied by a list full moan. The doorbell rang and Mr. Kleberger was instantly unhooked from where his dick had been working up my ass crack, and I watched in what seemed like slow motion as his dick disappearedunder the kilt with a long string of precum connecting the head, now a much more red shade than the soft pink it had been when it was soft, to a spot hidden somewhere around the point at which the cock pouch met the string on the undies I was wearing. Somehow he managed to press his hard on up against his waist where it could not be detected , then recovered it all with the plaid skirt and headed to answer the trick or treaters at his front door. By the time I got my dick to go down, and readjusted my toga to where you could only barely see that I was still at half mast, another load of trick or treaters had come and gone and the boys were desperate to get going and get some candy. Mr. Kleberger told me that he would stay at the house to answer the door, and asked me me to take the boys through the neighborhood, but not to go past the two streets on either side of our street, and a suggestion that we stop at the house in between the two halves to get defrosted before headin out again. (This was colorado in late october, and the rule was snow always fell on halloween and then it was warm again til December.) I was still obsessing about how hot it had been getting to feel Mr. K's big dick under my sack as we hit the first two streets so the cold was a godsend, keeping my dick from getting fully hard while we were outside. When we stopped to warm up at the house, both boys ran to the kitchen to have somw hot cider their dad had made for us, and while they drank and looked at their loot so far, Mr. Kleberger commented that I must be freezing in my thin costume and pulled me against him to warm up, whispering that he added something extra to my drink and his own, if I thought I could handle the effects. The idea that he was not only touching me again, but bending the rules and letting me have some liquor (I assume it was liquor altho looking back I can't be sure it wasn't ghb or something similar), all added up to the insinuation that in his mind, I was classified as a man, not some little boy. My dick was hard again, and the effects of the drink kept me from noticing that he was still holding me, despite my temperature returning to normal and even beginbing to spike since he was now behind me again, trapping me between his hips and the kitchen counter as he molested my crotch and chest, humored his somehow uncovered cock closer to my hole, and kept me from putting down my glass until I finished the drink, then giving me his drink and telling me to go ahead, since I seemed to like it so much. My head was swimming slightly as another doorbell ring broke us from our entanglement and Mr. K told us to head back out but to hurry back so we could go to a few houses in the other part of the neighborhood that belonged to some pepole he knew before he revealed a surprise for the boys. The mere mention of the surprise had the boys sprinting from house to house, which was not as easy for me to keep up with, now that i was drunkish or under the influence of whatever he put in the drinks, and the even more powerful influence of his sexuality. It took us less than half the time to finish the two long streets and return to the house, where Mr. K waved us inside where he was on the phone with someone, telling them that we would be over in a few minutes. He told the boys to get in his truck but explained that they needed to leave the front seat for me and the surprise, at which point he pointed to a duffle bag by the door to the garage. Both boys hoped up and ran, with candy bags in tow, straight to the truck. I turned to follow, stopping when I felt his hand grip my shoulder. Turning back to face the man who had me semi hard already, I felt my dick go back to fully erect as he stepped close and handed me a shot glass filled with a slight blue liquid, indicating I should drink it fast, while his hand squeezed my dick and he leaned in to whisper. Amazingly he was not saying anything particularly erotic but rather just describing how he had called my parents and ask them if it was okay that I stay the night in order to help him get some stuff finished for work. He asked me if I was okay with that and I nodded feeling the gross soapy tasting stuff in the shot glass hit me almost as soon as it went down my throat. I must have made a face that told him how gross it tasted because he laughed and simply told me that it was well worth it once it took full effect. Sure enough I could barely it sit up straight in the car all the way to the home of one of his co-workers where The Boys trick or treated he chatted with a very attractive older man and his wife. From there we went to another house owned by his boss, a tall dark haired man who was easily twice as wide in the shoulders as I was. The boys had some hot cocoa with the boss's housekeeper while Mr. K introduced me to Mario. The fluid in the shot glass was in full effect by now and without thinking I managed to spurt out loud something that sounded essentially as though I found him incredibly attractive though not nearly that eloquent. Because of the effects of the blue goo, I don't remember exactly what it was I said although I'm pretty sure somewhere in the sentence were the words f*** your hot. Both men laughed as I turned a deep shade of red, immediately realizing how awful it could have been if they hadn't found it humorous. Luckily they seemed to have a very similar sense of irony and humor as the man who I learned at some point in the conversation was of Italian descent, proceeded to reach out and put his arm around me pulling me in next to him and reaching down once he was sure the boys could not see and taking a handful of my ass under the toga even going so far as slipping one finger into my ass crack and wiggling it against my tight asshole. By this point in the evening I was less inhibited but I still gasped at his touch which got another big laugh out of both he and Mr. Kleberger. I had a feeling from the snake shaped bulge working down his right trouser leg that we could have done a lot more than just getting handsy but the boys re entered the room at that point so we said goodbye and we're back in the car. The last stop was the home of some of the boy's classmates which is where Mr. Kleberger told us all what the surprise was. He opened up a duffle bag he had brought from the house and inside were some of the boys' pajamas and street clothes and two sleeping bags. Both boys got really excited as their dad explained that they were going to spend the night with their friends and he would pick then up in the morning. He walked them to the door and returned to the car and explained that he still needed my help answering the door if any trick or treaters came by while he made a few calls for work, and perhaps we could watch a scary movie or something like that when he finished if I could still hang out for the night. I agreed with a nod and we made small talk on the 5 minute drive back to his house which I heard very little of due to his hand stroking my thigh and getting closer and closer to my cock with each rub until he was able to run my groin without any pretense. We pulled into the garage and he lifted the toga material and gave my dick a few strokes through the mesh undies as I moaned, then covered me up and told me to follow him inside. Instead of heading to the living room which was right next to the front door, he headed down the steps just inside the garage door to the ground level basement where a small bathroom and a spare bedroom were all located. "I figured you might like to watch a movie on the big screen and relax on the Murphy bed in here," he explained while pullin a Murphy bed down from where it was on the wall. He told me to get comfy and asked if I wanted to watch TV or a film he thought I would enjoy, which got a shrug from me, so he smiled and walked to the dvd player and inserted a disk that he pulled from a pocket on his coat, which I'd seen him take from his boss before we left. He handed me the remote and said he would be back in a few once he finished his calls, but that this disc had some videos I would like. As he went upstairs to make the calls, I felt deflated hoping to get to play with him some more, but I decided to wait to see what happened once he was done with his calls and played the first clip on the dvd. The screen lit up with a scene featuring a man in a mask stalking a half naked man though a warehouse, bUT before they could build any tension it cut ahead to where the masked man caught the other man and proceeded to hold him down and tear off his shorts and rape the guy. I was shocked that this seemed to be just a rape scene from some movie, and while you couldnt see exactly what was going on, the nudity and movements left little to the imagination. This must have been a mistake I thought but I didn't want Mr. K to find out so I turned the volume down and played the next scene on the disc. This was yet another sex scene, this one featuring two men having sex with a woman, and again the scene showed enough nudity and implied penetration that I was hard as nails and jerking my dick slowly while I watched. The three or four scenes after that one confirmed that these were each sex scenes from movies so I began flipping through them at 2x speed to see as many penis and butts as I could! That's when I got to a scene that was suddenly very different, obviously shot on a camcorder by an amateur camera man. This scene showed the couple we met earlier in the evening in their bedroom as they began undressing and fucking around. I could hardly believe my eyes. I skipped to the next scene and again it was the couple from earlier but now the wife was getting tag teamed by her husband and another man who seemed familiar. Once I got a good look at him I realized it was Mario! The scene was short but had my mind spinning. I laid down to keep from passing out and started the next scene. The screen showed a different bedroom now and on the bed was a gorgeous guy who couldn't have been too much older than me, but was muscle-bound and hot as fuck, wearing just a tight pair of red briefs. The camera operator reached out and groped the boy on the bed, and then set down the camera on a table and came into the shot. It was mario again! Mario told the young man to lose the briefs and turn over before he took off the briefs he had on and began jerking his big cock. I couldn't help but play with my butthole and cock as he first fingered then licked and finally fucked the guy without a condom on. My eyes were glued to the images and I was so focused on their sex that I didn't realize that I could no longer hear Mr. Kleberger on thr phone. It wasn't until I heard his feet coming down the stairs that I began to scramble to change the scene and just turned it to one of the str8 sex scenes when the door opened and Mr. Kleberger walked in carrying some bottles under his arm and the bowl of candy. He smiled and asked if I liked the movie scenes and I told him I did, very much. He made me a drink with the bottles and sat next to me on the bed, lettin me know he had shut off the outside light since we were probably done getting trick or treaters anyway. We sipped our drinks and he asked if he could show me a film on the disk he enjoyed, I nodded and he selected a title from the menu that appeared to be the whole movie which disappointed me until he told me it was about a young man who worked as a prostitute and got into some very bizarre situations. Sure enough less than 5 minutes in there was a scene where the guy was dressing up in woman's clothes and had to jack off for a man, and two seconds later another scene where an older woman hired him and 3 others to gang bang her. Mr. K removed his shirt, since it was so warm and when he sat down he did so behind me and pulled me back so I was between his legs with his arms around me as he leaned against the pillows and headboard. The kilt had ridden up as I scooted back and I could feel his throbbing cock as he very slowly and subtly rubbed it against my butt. He asked me if I had ever smoked weed and I admitted I had smoked with a friend, but i made the single hit from my friend's pipe sound like I had smoked a dozen times. Mr. K produced a joint from some unknown location and while i was scarred to do dtugs, i didnt wamt to stop the fun so i took a big hit when he handed it ti me, followed by coughing a lot while he chuckled and patted my back. He showed me how to shotgun a hit then, and after the first shotgun, he kissed me and each time after that we made out more and moee until the joint was done, and we were making out in earnest. Meanwhile he had one hand untying the belt on the toga while his other hand was working it up my thighs and pulling it up to take it off. My hips lifted up off the bed so he could get the toga further up and when I sat back down he pulled me in closer and his dick was now firmly between my cheeks and pumped every so often, playing with my hole and poking my balls from below each time he pushed. He spoke softly about the movie, telling me he always wanted to meet someone like the boy in the film, and asking me if I would ever do stuff like that for the right price. I was drunk by then and agreeing to everything he was saying, so I think he knew I wouldn't object when he moved us to the side of the bed, pulling me down to my knees and removing his kilt entirely before telling me to open my mouth. This wasn't the first dick I had sucked which must have been apparent because he was pleased and very complimentary about the fact I was deep throating his big pink cock and had no trouble choking even when he was going fast. Before too long he told me he was getting close and he had another thing he wanted to try. Pulling me back to my feet, he spun me around and pushed me back on to the bed, then peeled the undies off my dripping dick and began sucking my cock and licking my balls and ass. I was already leaking pre cum and moaning like crazy so he must have decided to just go for broke, because when I couldnt feel his tongue on me and opened my eyes, he was lubing his dick with something from his nightstand and pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. I told him I wasn't sure if I could handle getting fucked and he laughed, tellin me he had no intention of fucking me, he just wanted to see if he could get the tip in me since I was so tight. I asked if he should put on a condom, but he insisted that we weren't actually going to fuck so there was no need for anything like that. My drunk horny ass was in no position to disagree, literally, so I let him fold back my legs and put the cool slick stuff he had been using on his dick on my hole with his fingers, inserting one then two and working them in and out while I grimaced and held my breath. He kissed me and told me to relax, reaching over and pulling a pipe from the pocket of his discarded pants and heated the pipe from below, which I had not scene anyone do before. He shot gunned some hits to me again and suddenly I was hornier than I had ever been and feeling much less drunk, although the high was clouding my judgement enough that I felt even less resistant to his fingers. He lit the pipe for me and made me take 6 big hit's in a row, and I was surprised at how easily I took them compared to the joint. When I was done with hit number six he set the pipe down and moved back between my legs, but this time he went ahead and worked his cock up between my cheeks until the head was pressing harder and harder against it. He leaned in, pushing my legs further back until my knees were next to my ears so he could kiss me. Thats when he thrust his hips forward fast and burst through my sphincter until half his cock was speared into my hole and I screamed into his mouth while we kissed. He told me to breath and covered my mouth, which seemed counter intuitive, then he kept pushing forward while I squealed and groaned until I felt his hips flat against my ass cheeks, which were spread to where I felt they might rip open and leave me split right down the middle. He removed his hand and told me to take a minute and get used to his dick, and I told him to take it out, but he said it was too late for that now. I tried to convince him that it was too big but he kept reminding me that he was already all the way in. I even tried to ask again that he put on a condom, and he said he would once I was used to his size, since it would hurt too much to take his cock out now and put it back in. He then slowly worked it in back and forth bit by bit, which made me shut up and squeal some more which only made him enjoy it more. Within a few minutes he was working it in and out 4 or 5 inches at a time and as he had told me, my ass was starting to relax and accept it, and my dick, which had deflated during the initial pain, was making a come back with each slide of his meat across my prostate. We took some more hits from the pipe and sure enough I began to enjoy his fuck. "I knew you were going to take this dick, you little whore," he said as he built up speed. "I could tell you were begging for it the moment we moved in back when you were just a kid. You had that look on your face that says 'make me take your raw dick and I will be a cumslut for life!' I just didn't think I would want your ass so bad once you grew up, but I can't help it, your butt is like a bubble I have been wanting to pop since it grew in." I should have been offended but it turned me on knowing he was watching me and wanting me. He continued to tell me how much he had dreamed of raping my butt and turning me into a plaything, how he had ordered the underwear specifically for me to wear and planned our costumes so he could fuck my ass, even if he'd had to get me wasted and do it once I passed out. Somewhere in his furious fuck, I remembered we were fucking sans rubber, and for the third time that night I brought it up, which made hI'm cover my mouth and tell me to forget the condom, cause he was about to breed my boy butt and that was the last thing he wanted to hear about it. I might have argued except he grabbed my cock and jerked me with gusto as he neared his own orgasm. Bring a teen boy, the stimulation of his hand on my dick and his cock in my ass was too much and with his command that I "shoot that boy whore load!" I did just that, spraying us both up to our faces, just in time for his dick to ram further than it had reached yet that night and unload spasm after spasm of hot cum deep in the darkness of my butt. Since that night, we played a lot of times, often with his boss or the other man from his office, and even once with some boys from my school, but I still get hard on halloween remembering the trick he played and what a treat it was!

Leading him into the bedroom, I picked up the remote control clicked on the tv, launching it immediately into a revolving loop of the hardest, sweatiest and wettest porn. We stood and watched the scene for a while, two guys - one my favourites, dirty Aussie boi Kieron - pounding a shaved headed British guy in a black and white jock. Each thrust keenly showed on the bottom’s ecstatic face. I looked at Milos who was licking his lips. I jumped onto the bed and onto my back, reaching into the draw I pulled out my pipe - always loaded with T and a lighter. “Wanna join me?” I asked. Milos looked uncertain. But I’ll let you into a little secret I m’ve learned about boys like Milos. They start off smoking spliffs cos it’s cool and poppers because they’re good for wanking and that first bout of getting fucked with rubbers. Then they get into the gay scene and take some coke and before they know it they’ve graduated to pills, mdma and prep because when you’re high who wants to fuck around opening a condominium packet? They think they’re party boys with their lines of coke, pills, powder and V. And finally they start taking the odd bump of k. For them, k is hardcore. I mean, who ever wants to fall down a k-hole more than once? For them, Tina is for losers. Who wants to become an addict and fuck up their lives? But that’s the secret they harbour deep in their souls. By this point they’re watching hard, bareback porn - the hardest. They’re popperbating to raw fucking, doing piss (only) when they’re high and spending time in saunas and dark rooms. But in the back of their minds they’re not intrigued by Tina, they want to try it and just want to find someone they trust, who won’t make them take too much. And “just the once” because who doesn’t want to be a bottom boi slut n whore at least once taking load after load and hopefully from a group of men they’ve never met? Gentlemen, may I present Milos. Poor fucking cunt. He was hungry for Tina. Just the once. I was going to make him my Summer Time T Whore. He looked uncertain but I could tell from his eyes that he wanted to. I lit the pipe and watched the smoke start to swirl. I took a gentle toke and placed the pipe on the bedside. I stretched, flexing my abs and closing my eyes, I started to knead and stretch my bollocks, lifting my hand to my face to sniff the mix of all day musk, sweat and his saliva that made my bollocks wet and sweaty. I knew he was watching. I could feel it. I spread my legs and let my hand drop to my cunt and moaned a little. I felt pressure at the end of the bed, and opening my eyes, I saw Milos straddling my feet. I smiled and beckoned him over. Pulling him into my arms, I drew him in for a kiss. He didn’t resist and our tongues proved each other’s mouths and without thinking about it Milos got his first taste of T smoke. I pulled him in closer, my hand cupping his jock. I told him he was “gorgeous”, “sexy” and “hot”. And I wasn’t lying. He was. And I knew at some point during our session I would tell him I “loved” him. And at the precise moment I probably would. In the midst of animalistic, drug-fuelled fucking there is always a momentarily lapse into “love”. I opened the poppers and took two deep huffs and closed the bottle without offering it Milos. Pulling him back towards me, he instinctively opened his mouth and drew in my poppers breath. Swapping breath, clean, poppers or otherwise is such an amazing thing - neither of you wanting to pull away until you’re dizzy. And good prep when debasing a new boi. Finally we pulled ourselves apart and I dropped my hand to his arse. The butt plug was still there and as I began to leverage it in his hole we kissed, his hands finding and tweaking my tits and making me moan involuntarily. Finally I pulled it out and looked at it, glistening and sticky with his arse juices. I pushed it into my mouth, savoring his salty taste in my mouth before he greedily pulled it out of my mouth and sucked on it himself. I grinned, pulling it back I traced it down his back and inserted once again in to his wet hole before pushing him down towards my cock. He slid down and took my cock to the back of his throat, involuntarily gagging as he miscalculated how long and thick my cock had become. He pulled back and drew a line of precum from the head of my cock to his lips before sliding down my shaft again. His hands kneaded my bollocks as he gorged and spat on my cock. One hand lightly fingered my hole before he pulled it back and took a deep sniff. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers into my mouth, eager to taste my own musky cunt. As he sucked my cock, worshipping it I picked up the pipe, lit it and took another gentle toke. Holding it in, I replaced the pipe and stared at him. Like a feral animal he moved up my body and grabbing my head in both hands pushed his lips against mine and opened his mouth. For an instant I held my breath and then ever so slowly, I released the vapor into his mouth. He sucked my breath into his lungs and held back from releasing. Our eyes were open and we were staring at each other. As I watched, his pupils dilated and his cock, still trapped in his jock shuddered as he pushed it against my own throbbing tool. He pulled away and breathed out, burying his face in my chest. My hand slid down and grabbed his cock through the sports fabric and whispered: “More?” He looked up. The confusion was gone, replaced with a new look, a desire for more smoke, for the opportunity to releases the depraved cunt he had been hiding for so long. I handed him the pipe and lit it. Guiding him I coaxed him to take two short tokes and then a deeper one. Taking the pipe from him, I pushed him into his back and swung behind him. I pulled up his legs and revealed his arse in all its glory still strapped into the jock. His arse was hairy, from cheeks to crack and when I pulled his cheeks - muscular and hard - apart, I sighed as I saw the dark fur covering his crack and hole. I bent down and took a deep breath and my cock went rigid as I inhaled the smell of his unfucked cunt - I caught a faint whiff of sweat and rubber from the dildo before running my tongue the length of the groove. Milos gasped as he felt my my tongue travel between his cheeks and then return to start lapping and chewing on his hairy hole. I inhaled again as I pulled his cheeks further apart, and slightly buzzing began to push and probe at his hairy hole, seeking to taste the insides of his arse, still sweet and unbattered by my cock. I pulled his arsehole apart, probing it with my fingers and tongue. Milos opened the poppers and took a deep hit before handing the bottle to me. Two deep huffs and I was eating his cunt out, pushing my tongue deep into his hole, gobbing on it and prising it open to watch my spit get swallowed up before exporting him to push his rosebud out for me to chew. Before I lost all sense of time I stopped and pulled off his jock. His cock sprang free and, uncut, as it sprang back it spewed precum all over his hairy belly. I pulled back his gorgeous foreskin and focused on his cock, his hands moving to the back of my head. I growled as I swallowed his cock, pulling in his generous foreskin with my teeth and sliding my hand up and down his spit-wet shaft. I slid a finger under his arse and gently eased it up his hole making him gasp. I pulled it out and pushed two fingers into his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl them with gob before pushing them back into his wet home up the knuckle and twisting them in sync with sucking his cock. His hands found my tits and tweaked them, making me spurt precum. I finally pulled off and pulled him to me for a deep, wet snog as I continued to finger his boi cunt. We were now sweaty, and slightly high so I grabbed the pipe and we shared a few clouds of T. We were in a frenzy of kissing, grappling and sucking each others cocks and licking out each other’s pits when I suddenly found his legs over my shoulders and my cock primed. Without asking I rammed my cock into his hole. No niceties or pleasantries just my raw, unrelentingly hard cock deep in his cunt. He gasped as I ripped into his hole, and for an instant tried to push me off, but as quickly realising this was what he wanted. His legs wrapped around my body as I started to pound his hole open. Each thrust causing him to wince and grunt in pain, but his legs pulling me back in deeper every time. We were locked together, eyes locked, my balls slapping against his butt with each deep stroke; only stopping to pull out before slamming back in and making Milos yelp and grin. Our breathing in sync, I told him how tight he was, and he answered telling me how he wanted me to use and open up his cunt; breed him; fuck him in every way. And I responded by pulling his head back by his hair and gobbing in his mouth, calling him my cunt boi and how I was going to stretch his arse, breed him and fill him with my piss. But not yet. After one final hard deep thrust, I pulled out and pulled his arse into the air. I looked at his hole. It was slightly more open, but not enough. I pushed my tongue in and tasted my precum as he automatically pushed his bud out into my mouth. His hands reached round to strike and squeeze my cock before I pulled him up and we faced each other on our knees. His cock was dripping as I grabbed it. Pulling back his foreskin I wiped his cockhead with my fingers and licked them. I leaned over and opened the draw. As he watched I pulled a box out and opening it took out a bolt, and dexterously weaved it into the head of my cock. “Fuck, yeah man,” he whispered as he stroked his cock and balls. I leaned over the bed and picked up his bullet. I gave it to twists and held it under his nose; then repeated it for me. It burned it was so strong. Taking a bottle of water from the side of the bed I drank half of it before watching Milos finish the bottle. Then I pushed him into his back and fell into his sweaty, open arms. As we kissed we started to feel the heat in our bodies increase as the k started to take effect. I love K. I love the sensation it gives me of being outside my own body but most of all I love how it makes me as sweaty as fuck and rampant. Tonight was no different and I know what I wanted. I lay down and swung him on top so his arse was over my face. He needed no instructions and pushed his wet, sweaty, fucked hole into my face. I moaned as I was smothered by his hairy arse and felt him lean down to suck my cock and chew on my piercing. My hands rubbed and pummeled his hairy sweaty back as I tried to push my face quite literally into his arse. Every so often he would pull back and push his cock down my throat, taking charge as he fed me cock and cunt, only stopping to gob on my face or share hits of poppers. We were laughing from how sexy and horny we felt. The verbal was hard and dirty and we were in tune. Suddenly he pulled my arse into the air and pushed his face into my butt. As I’ve said before, I’m not one for being eaten out but tonight I gasped from the sheer pleasure of feeling his stubbled face and rough tongue on my sweaty musky hole, matching my own tongue on his cunt lap for lap. He told me how good my arse tasted - musky, sweaty, earthy - as he spread my cheeks and pushed his fingers in. Subconsciously I thanked God that i’d been on a light diet for the last few days in preparation for my original plans to be a total bottom for the whole weekend, as never before had I wanted someone’s tongue in my arse as I wanted Milos’. Releasing me he rolled me over and into all fours. Throwing me the poppers he spread my cheeks and burrowed into my arse. As I watch the porn - now Josh Weston being fucked by a bunch of black dudes - Milos licked, chewed and ate out my arse as I reached back and held his face against my arse, only pausing to rub his uncut cock against my hole. I could feel my hole getting wetter and wetter and the urge to give up my cunt was almost overwhelming. But not tonight. As he once again teased my hole with his cock I reached under and squeezed his bollocks hard enough to make him yell and unbalance him. I seized the opportunity and push him into his stomach and rammed my cock into his unprepared arse, forcing one arm up behind his back. As he struggled I slapped the side of his head. “No, you cunt. You don’t get to fuck me. I’m going to make you my sub boi and ruin your butt.” I slapped his head again and as he begged me not to stop I plowed his arse with deep hammer fucks, pulling all the way out before ramming my cock back in balls deep. As he breathing grew ragged his arse finally gave way and I drove my cock deeper than ever before, feeling his arse muscle give in as he gave in to the piercing ripping his insides open. I released his arm and slide two fingers in under my cock, widening his hole, and feeling my precum ooze out. I pushed his head into the pillow and became focused on thing and one thing only, opening up his arse with my cock and fingers. Beneath me, Milos was grunting not from pain but from a new sensation deep in his cunt he’d probably not experienced before but which every bottom eventually comes to feel - the need to be filled, pounded and used. Once that feeling takes over nothing else matters. Suddenly Milos was pushing his arse against my cock in synchronous rhythm, and pulling his arse cheeks apart so that he could feel me as deeply as possible. I flipped him over, and pulling his legs open, pushed my cock into his arse. Now we were one sweating, seething bestial mass of flesh. Joined cock to arse, lips on lips, tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths, we had reached that moment when we were connected. As I felt my balls tighten, I grabbed his head in both hands and our eyes locked. His hands reached round to pull me deeper, his fingers finding my sweaty cunt and fingering my hole. I couldn’t hold back any longer and with a yell I began spewing my spunk into his hole. Spasm after spasm wracked my body as I released wad after wad of cum into his hole. His hand went to his cock and within seconds he was cumming at the same time, each jab of my cock releasing a torrent of his spunk over his sweaty hairy body and my heaving chest. Still I kept fucking him, pushing my spunk deep into his guts. For an eternity we remained fused as I unloaded my balls until finally I collapsed on him, still snogging as he scooped his seed and smeared in over my lips before kissing me. Finally I pulled out, and rolled over onto my back, fluidly pushing him down and feeling him lick my cock and balls clean of any cum that had managed to escape. Catching my breath I rolled him over me and buried my face in his arsehole. Without a pause, I felt Milos push his arse over my face and as I opened my mouth, I felt a stream of my cum, precum and his arse juices flood into my mouth as he sucked my cock. It tasted so good and I swallowed the load, feeling it burn my throat as it flooded my own stomach. Rolling off, Milos kissed me once again, his tongue searching out any residue from his insides in my mouth. At least, temporarily sated we lay there, panting in each other’s arms. Still slightly buzzing from the K and T, we stroked and caressed before I rose up with my still hard cock slapping between my thighs and beckoned him to follow me.

The only advantage to living close to a big University is all the fresh meaty this time of year. I hooked up with a very horny 19 year old lad late afternoon, 6’ tall, lean ripped smooth body, hairy legs, arse, a big natural bush & very thick veiny 8” uncut cock. I went over to his & he wasted no time getting his tongue deep in my hole then his big thick dick! He raided my cunthole hard & bred 2 thick heavy loads deep in me, he made me cum both times too. I left with my butt plug in & a cunthole full of his cum. Just after 10pm I had a 20 yr old black lad come for a discreet anon fuck, Only pic I’d seen was his huge 10” uncut dick, when he arrived my cunthole ached like crazy & my hole started opening up as I drooled at the 6’ 7” tall muscular god. He was a bit nervous so i took him to the bedroom to suck him off & relax him. The icing on the cake was him getting naked & seeing how hairy his muscular body was!! Gorgeous big hairy pecs, hairy abs, trimmed bush, 2 big egg sized balls in a low hanging scrotum & big hairy muscular legs & arse. I feasted on his big cock & balls, he was pissing out pre cum & I was eating every drop. He soon started to assert his dominance & got me on my back, legs spread as he spread my cheeks with his big hands & plunged his big tongue deep in my pussy! Rimming & fingering my pussy till he got in position & pulled his foreskin back & pushing his spit lubed bell end in my hole, my legs around his waist his huge physical mass was magnificent, no guy has ever made me feel so sexually submissive! His huge arms either side of me, his big broad bolder shoulders & hairy pecs above me & his handsome face looking down at me!! I wanted this gods babies!! 🤤 He plunged his dick in & it was like a big black python in my guts! He fuck me hard & went balls deep with every thrust! Sweat dripping from his hairy pecs on my face as he gave me my first of many orgasms! Its now 2am & he’s just left after breeding 5 big loads in me. I can smell his ripe pungent smell all over me & my guts filled with his thick cum. He enjoyed my pussy so much he coming back again in the afternoon.

Dropped into the local bookstore today after work. Made a beeline past the booths to the public room in back to see what was going on. Found a young guy standing in the corner, leaning against the wall. As I came in he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a beautiful cut 7-incher. Still fully dressed, I took a couple of hits off my brown bottle and dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock head was already slick with precum when I took it into my mouth, slowly working the entire length down my throat until I could tickle his balls with my tongue. My head was swimming as I worked my throat back and forth on his shaft, occasionally gagging and drooling onto the floor at his feet. It wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands groping my ass through my dress pants. Without missing a stroke on the cock in my throat, I stood up, remaining bent over at the waist, and undid my pants to show this new unseen stranger that I was open to his advances. They fell to the floor with the whisper of fabric. Taking his cue, this new guy slowly worked my boxer briefs down over my ass, letting them drop around my ankles as well. I immediately felt a tongue on my exposed hole, and heard my ass eater's frantic grunts over the sound of the porn on the TV. I love having my ass eaten, and this guy was an expert! I tried to enjoy his rimming while continuing to work the other stranger's cock with my mouth. Before long, the tongue withdrew and I felt a light pressure in its place. I knew what it was, of course. He held there, pressing on my hole with the tip of his cock but making no effort to enter me. So, I took matters into my own hands. Grasping the first cock in my hand, I slowly eased back onto what proved to be a thick monster! My ass stretched around the head as I worked my way down his shaft. With a few more hits from my brown bottle, I thrust myself backward, impaling myself. The first guy stepped forward so he could continue to feed me his cock, and there I stayed, bent over with a cock in each end, for what seemed like a blissful eternity. Eventually, the first guy gave into my oral skills and let his load fly. With a satisfied sigh, his cock bobbed and pulsed in my mouth as he pumped a considerable load onto my tongue. I savored the salty flavor for a moment before greedily gulping it down. That was all the other guy needed. He grabbed my hips and gave a few mighty thrusts, and I was rewarded with the sensation of his cock doing the same dance deep in my hole. I gripped his shaft tight, intent on keeping all that seed inside me. As he pulled out, I spun around and wrapped my mouth around his softening cock, cleaning all the cum and ass from it so he could buckle up and leave. I never did see his face, or hear his voice. Just the way I like it. Some days the bookstore can be a bust - waste of time, waste of money. But scenes like this make it all worthwhile. I'll always cum back for more!

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

My goal is to implement topic-specific chat and 1-on-1 chat before the end of the year. Chat about bareback (breeding) will be on https://bbbh.men Chat about bareback porn will be on https://bbbh.com Chat about poz fetish will be on https://pozpigs.com Chat about oral fetish will be on https://oralpigs.com Chat about oral sex porn (no fucking) will be on https://oralpig.com Chat about hardcore fetish (fisting, piss, BDSM, etc.) will be on https://twistedpigs.com (possibly with a group chat for each major fetish) Chat about hardcore fetish porn will be on https://twistedpig.com Chat about vanilla sex, exhibitionism, etc. will be on https://spunkbuds.com (and yes, "vanilla" includes "condom-free" sex these days) Chat about vanilla porn will be on https://spunkbud.com You'll have one login for all the sites, though your profiles will vary between the sites. I've been quietly reserving your BZ profile names in the background. So there's no sign up necessary if you're signed up here. You'll be able to claim the profile name you use on BZ by using your BZ login credentials. 1-on-1 chat will hopefully come (shortly) after group chat is broken up. Why now, when I promised it so long ago? Because the porn sites I've been working on (e.g. https://bbbh.com) are finally coming to a point of completion and one of the remaining tasks is to implement basic user profiles for those sites. And once I have that it's a good time to deploy chat more broadly.

Not sure if I posted this before: When I was in my late teens, I had sex with my mom’s friend (almost daily) for several months, while we were working at her restaurant (he was the manager; he’d call me to the back office, we’d go at it for like 20 minutes, finish up, and pretend we’d been updating menus or sorting out payroll issues or other shit like that, and get back to work). One time I was sucking his dick and the phone rang. Seeing the number, he said he had to answer, but he held my head on his cock and had me keep sucking while he talked on the phone, the conversation went on for several minutes (sounded like he was talking to a vendor given what he was talking about) with him struggling to keep his voice and breathing sounding normal, but doing a really amazing job of it. Eventually I felt him tense up, and he said “Sorry gotta go; yea yea I’ll tell him bye!” and slammed the phone down as he shot his load down my throat. I had never had him cum so much, or risk making noise like that (he was grunting/panting so loud I am convinced my coworkers heard him and chose to ignore the situation). I looked up and he was grinning this gloating, total bastard, ‘Holy-shit-did-I-really-just-get-away-with-that?!?!’ grin, looked me right in the eyes and said “That was your mom; she wants you to call her at the end of your shift.” Yep. I sucked off my mom’s friend while he was talking to her on the phone. If he hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known, and my mom is totally in the dark about us. I haven’t seen the guy in over a decade, but he and my mom are still friends, have lunch together occasionally and other shit like that. I have no idea how she’d react if she found out about any of this.

Just tonight I was fucked by a sweet 25 year old cute as a button white midwest boy who's been messaging me occasionally on Grindr for the last 8 months. He was definitely cornfed. He's a sexy big boy. Kiss liked a champ and was so into me and I him. His profile says vers so I took advantage of his hot, hard as rock dick. I sat up on top and worked his bone into my hole. We fucked a good half hour. After a lot of hot sexy cuddles he jerks off a load and I manage to get my mouth over his cock. Bam - tons of cum in my mouth. Swallow. So delicious. Want to see this sweet boy many more times. An hour before the 25 year old came over I had just finished up with another new older guy I met on A4A. Haven't seen him before. Tall beefy guy, good sized gut and a very hot thick 7 1/2er. I like big men and he fit the bill. He had contacted me in the morning and by early evening he was fucking me. He tossed me around a little making his way to my hole. He ate my ass so good. He fucked me a few different ways before I whispered to him to cum inside me. That helped him decide if it was alright to cum in me. Bring it! He got me on my back and fucked his load into me. Men are so damn hot when they want to cum in you. I was loving his cum in me. My hole is now cummy for the young fella from above. He never knew there was a load in me the whole time he fucked me. Happy bottom

-Part 5- We were now in his car- I was filled with anticipation for what was to come. I had asked where we were going and was told not to worry about it. The car came to a stop in a parking lot and he said "come on". I did. I was surprised to find us at an ice cream store. He got us both vanilla soft serve and we sat outside. "It's important to eat, never forget that little one. Maybe later I'll take you to dinner. Or maybe we'll be occupied with other activities" he said. And then something taboo happened: we got to know each other. He told me what had led him to here and I told him about me. He was a good guy. It took away a little of the mystery but now I was even more excited to connect with him. maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me. I wondered if this could ever be something real? That terrified me. ______ "Come on in" He said as he opened the door to his place. "My roomate won't be home for a few hours, This will do for an hour or two- until its time" He led me to his room "I'm just subletting till I find my own place, excuse the mess" I looked around and it was pretty barebones: bed, nightstand and a bunch of boxes against the wall. He came up behind me and started kissing my neck. with his hands at my sides he grabbed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I turned to face him. he was naked except his jock. When had he stripped? It was hot. "What now?" I asked. "Well- that depends how adventurous you are?" "Try me" "famous last words, little one" And then he pulled me to him, making out fiercely. tongues on tongues. Minutes or years passed and he broke us apart and said "follow me". He led me to the en suite bathroom attached to his room and turned on the full shower. While it warmed he explained "We're out of stuff. Just for the moment- but if you trust me I have a plan to keep you feeling good, hop in the shower" I took off my clothes and he hummed in appreciation. I was never one to feel great about my body but he made me feel sexy. I felt seen. I got under the water and the sensation of the warm water cascading down my body was something else all together. He got in and we made out in the steaming shower. feeling each other and jerking each others cocks to full hardness. He had a bottle of lube in the shower and used it to lube his cock and my ass and bent me over. He started to fuck me nice and slow. I was enjoying this moment so much. As he fucked me he pulled himself into me and forced a whisper in my ear "You ready?" "For what?" "For our next adventure" and with that i felt warmth in my ass at first I was confused. Was he filling me with cum? And then I realized...piss. He was filling me with piss. I'd always harbored a secret fetish for piss so moaned in appreciation. "Good boy. Let me fill you up. This isn't just piss. this is chem piss. You'll be soaring again very soon. do you have any for me?" he asked. grabbing a cup from the ledge. Instinctively I knew to follow orders and fill the cup with my own piss. I did. and handed it back to him. he raised the glass in a cheers motion and then brought it to my lips and had me take a sip. Then he drained the rest. By the time he was done the chem piss was starting to take hold. He slipped out of the shower saying "meet me in the bedroom when your ready" . A few minutes late I met him in the bedroom. Things had changed. The blinds were down. a pleather sheet was on the bed. and the contents of one of the boxes had been upended. It was full of sex toys. A few dildos, butt plugs, poppers, cuffs and restraints. And there he was. Sexy as all fuck in a mask, black leather chaps, and a cock ring. he grabbed my hands and cuffed them in a leather cuff. Then forced a black mesh jockstrap on me with a comment that "My dick wasn't necessary right now" He kneeled me on the bed and entered me. Fucking me hard. both of us flying high on the chempiss. So many positions, toys, moment of sweat and sex flashed before my eyes. High on chempiss and poppers, two hours passed effortlessly. I had just relaxed into a post orgasm moment. Content with his cum in my hole when the phone rang. "Yeah?" he answered. A few quick exchanges. Then he hung up. "Okay, little one. It's time." Lets get cleaned up and out the door. Within minutes we were on the road once more. Where to now? I had stopped caring and just trusted I'd get to where I needed to be. End part 5

I’d been a late bloomer for most of my life. Accepting myself as gay was hard and so I only lost my virginity at 27 after I had moved to Berlin for a new job. After that I was still pretty shy but grindr and other apps helped me make up for lost time at least a little. Maybe a year later I was sitting at my desk bored off my ass and decided to have a look on grindr. As it was still pretty early there was not much going on nearby, but I soon got a message from a guy who was really close by asking if I was also working at his company. Turns out I was. He was only 22 and his profile pic was a headless but nicely toned torso with a pretty nice bulge. We messaged a bit back and forth and then he sent me a pic of his cock and asked if I would suck him. Being shy I hesitated at first, but I was intrigued by the idea of having sex at work, so I agreed. I had no idea what I was in for. He told me to go to a bathroom that was pretty secluded where we probably wouldn’t be disturbed, switch off the lights and get naked; then text him to come. So that’s what I did. He got in shortly after and opened his pants. I couldn’t see a thing. We got closer and he pushed my head down on his cock telling me I was now his bitch and I should suck him good. This light dom/sub play was new to me and I hesitated for a moment, but he used that moment to push his cock deep in my mouth and made me gag on it with his hands holding my head tight. That’s when I clicked. I loved being his bitch and gagging on his big cock, so I just started sucking as if my life depended on it. “That’s right, bitch.” He said. “Swallow my cock. You like it, don’t you?” We kept going for a while and I really enjoyed it. When I started jerking my dick, though, he heard me fapping and twisted my nipple. “No, slut! You are to please me and not yourself.” I was his bitch and I was in heaven. It took him just a little longer until his breathing got harder and he said: “I’m about to cum and you’re gonna swallow it. If you really don’t want to, clap your hand twice on my butt and I’m gonna stop. But I would be very disappointed.” I thought about it. Did I really want this young guy, whose face I had never seen, cum into my mouth and then swallow it? I was too far gone though. I was his bitch. So I kept going and increased my sucking. “Yeah that’s right, bitch. You’re mine. Here it comes.” And he came with a big load down my throat, that I somehow managed to swallow completely. “Now lick it clean. I don’t wanna go back to work with a sticky cock.”, he said. When I was done, he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up and before he left the bathroom he told me: “You can finish yourself off now, slut, and wait at least 5 minutes before you leave! I don’t want you to see my face.” I only managed to say thank you and then he was gone. TO BE CONTINUED

Yes, and yes!

A couple of times I've kept track over the entire year and posted some pretty impressive numbers, but it's a lot of work keeping track. There are a couple of strings in the forums regarding load tallys.... I must admit posting the high numbers, for me, means doing a lot of the big events - IML, MAL , Decadence, Folsom, Prides, CumUnion, etc. There, it's easy to get 50 loads in a weekend. There's been times when I've gotten that in a day too, but those are the outliers. There've also been times when I've gotten only one or two. A lot depends on my headspace and how much effort I put in. I don't have an ass that'll stop traffic, so I sometimes have to work to get men into it.

I was unhappy with just a few hundred partners a year so I started hitting CumUnion parties and sex events as much as I could just to see how many partners I could pack in during a single year. You should try it. It's amazing how easy it is to get so many partners and then your body stays hungry at that level so the count stays up there.

I have several hundred sex partners annually but last year 2018 was a banner year. Due to all the sex events like Folsom and PigWeek that I went to on top of working in the sex industry, I scored 903 sex partners and over 1,100 sexual acts performed on my body. I have had good high use again this year but will not match last year's numbers. Still there is always 2020 to try again.

It’s the load. Having that silky velvety feeling in your ass with the undeniable smell of cum on your fingers as you dip it up your ass. I live for the load and the next hard fuck. The fuck is to loosen and make my hole gape open. The load to slicken up and lube up your hole for the next guy.

My fuckhole needs to be fed AIDS loads.

Last night I offered my ass up to the same guy from my previous post. He shows up and I suck him and he fucks me on my back but couldn’t cum. Said he had just jerked off so he was spent. No big deal but I was a bit miffed inside because all the cleansing one goes through in preparation. Anyhoo I’m sitting at work this morning and a young 21yo hits me up via Grindr. Wants me to come suck him and get fucked. Of course I’m game so we arrange a time. On the way to his place I’m worried about what might happen since I couldn’t wash out before going. Last thing I wanna do is ruin his experience with me. I bury this feeling and forge ahead. Upon entering his house awaits a very skinny young man. His living area was the only thing situated in his house so he offers up his couch. He sits down and whips out a nice 7 plus inch cock that I immediately take into my mouth. It was so tasty and long I couldn’t get enough. I was deep throating him then licking his shaft and balls then back to sucking and working my tongue back to deep throat. On and on I went for ages before finally standing up and pulling my jeans down. I put lube on my fingers and thrust them up my fuck hole. I reached back while bent over his coach pulling one cheek to the side so he had a good view of his target. Min a flash his cock was buried to his balls and nice deliberate thrusts into my ass pipe followed. He didn’t last long, maybe 3 minutes but each stroke was fabulous. He jammed his cock deep as he unloaded his nuts deep into my slutty ass. I could feel his cock pumping it into me. After he had bred me I thought oh no is this gonna be messy when he pulls out. I was so relieved his cock was only glistening with his cum when he pulled out. We thanked each other as I pulled up my pants. Lube and possibly cum wet all around my hole. I am still enjoying that feeling as I type this.

Work was usually incredibly boring. Office work is dull and was only alleviated by the fact that I had my own office and sat with my back to the window so I always knew when someone was coming in to see me. The advantage of this was that it meant I could watch porn and cruise fuck-sites whenever I wanted too. And the reason I didn’t have to worry about a firewall detecting my nefarious activities was thanks to an intern the previous summer. Most interns are dorky, geeky jerks. But last summer my company took in an intern in the IT department. He was short, dark and hairy. Greek I found out on his second day. I hadn’t noticed him at first. He’d come over the fix the printer in the outer office and a colleague mentioned that I might ask him to look into the fact that my computer kept freezing. I agreed and it was only when I looked up that I drew breath. 178cm, lean, stubble despite having clearly shaved that day and from a momentary flash of eye contact either gay or curious. I stepped away from my desk so he could sit down and stood behind him. Not too close but close enough to be able to look down the back of his shirt and see a glimpse of a hairy neck and back. As we chatted it too all my concentration not to get a semi let alone a hard on. We made small talk - his name was Milos and he was staying with relatives downtown so he could intern for the summer and was cycling to work to save dollars. After a couple of minutes he said that it had something to do with my network or something like that and that he’d be back. I thanked him and got back to work, only pausing at lunchtime for a quick wank in the toilet cubicle imaging his hairy arse riding my face. A few days later I was working later than normal as my boyfriend was out of town and I had the next day off as I was planning a weekend of hard chem sex with as much cock and spunk and piss as I could handle. Everyone had already left for the day as I’d been reminded to use the back door as the alarm had been set, when there was a knock on my door. Looking up, there was Milos holding a cable in one hand and a backpack in the other. “Hey, Milos.” “Hey. Sorry I was on my way out and I saw your light on and wondered if know might be a good time to sort your cabling.” He smiled discretely. “Sure, I’ve just finished for the day. Just let me get out of your way.” I stepped aside and to the other side of my desk. He sidled past me, slightly too close, and dropping his backpack on my desk, disappeared under it. I leaned over and took in a good view of his butt. He was out of his regulation chinos and shirt, wearing jeans and a tee. The tee had risen up to reveal a hairy back and what was clearly the waistband of a jockstrap. A yellow jockstrap. As we made more small talk, I took a risk and quietly unzipped his backpack. Nestled inside was a buttplug, a bottle of poppers and prep pills. I grinned. Milos was either a dirty fucker on his way to meet someone or a dirty fucker who knew what he wanted right now. I rezipped the back pack and moved it across from where he had placed it and waited. He finally got to his feet, rearranged his jeans so as to give me a flash of the yellow waist band from the front and after glancing at his back pack started tapping away at my keyboard. “It’s sorted, but I’ve noticed you’ve a firewall problem, so let me change that so that it doesn’t give you any more hassles.” He tapped for a few more minutes and then stepped to one side. “Take a look.” I walked around the table and looked at the screen. There, as he looked at me, was a scene of four guys fucking. Hairy guys. Sweaty and fucking raw. He leaned over and turned up the sound on my speaker. Grunts, swearing and slapping sounds filled the room. “Does that work for you?” I looked at him. His eyes were bright and eager, his mouth slightly open. I grabbed him by the chin and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated and I pulled him towards me, one hand on the back of his head, the other on his arse, probing through the denim to find the entrance to his arse. He moaned and grinded his crotch against mine, both of us instantly hard. He pulled away and looked down at the screen, as we watched one guy, in a jock was being gang fucked by the other three. Even though there was no sound, we could tell he was getting a good hard and deep fucking, only pausing when one of the tops stopped to eat out his arse and then piss all over his hole. Milos whispered “Nice jock.” “Yeah but it isn’t yellow.” He chuckled and pulled slightly away. Kicking off his trainers, he pulled off his tee and slipped down his jeans. He was fucking gorgeous. Standing there, he was hairy from head to toe. Thick luxurious hair that made the yellow jock he was wearing, impressively tented with the start of a damp patch, stand out even more. He had a swimmers build and clearly, under that hair a flat, six-packed stomach, great muscular legs that were clearly supporting a fine arse and nice thick forearms. I leaned over and opened his backpack. “I think there’s a few things in here of interest too,” I said as I pulled out the poppers and the butt plug. Milos grinned as I popped open the bottle and handed it to him. Without hesitation he took four deep huffs and handed the bottle back. I smiled and took two deep huffs and handed him the plug. He took the plug and gobbing on it, proceed to suck and lick it, staring at me intently. Handing it back to me, he leaned against the desk and turned to look at the computer screen. I tasted his spit on the plug and then gobbed on it myself. Standing behind him, I traced it down his back making him moan and rested it as the top of his pert, hairy butt. He pushed his arse out, rubbing against my engorged cock in my chinos. It was my turn to moan and as I leaned forward to kiss his neck I caught the faint whiff of sweat building up on his hairy torso. Right there and then I wanted to fuck his tight hairy cunt, over my desk. And he wanted it too. His breathing was shallow and expectant as he hand reached round to grabbed and rub my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers. I smiled and gently pushed the tip of the butt plug against his hole. He pushed against it and sighed as the tip slipped into what was a very tight hole. Feeling resistance only made me harder. Fuck he was really tight. This hole needed more time and a lot of abuse. With sudden force I pushed the plug into his arse. His sharp intake of breath proved he was both tight and not expecting it. I wrapped an arm around his throat and pulled him back. “Does Milos want to play?” When he didn’t answer I tightened my arm against his throat. His arms automatically came up so I kicked his legs from under him forcing him to regain his balance and cutting off the air a bit more. “Answer me, you cunt.” He nodded as he regained his balance. My hand slid to the plug which I rotated and pushed into his arse making him moan. “Leave the plug in, getting fucking dressed and follow me,” I grabbed my bag and didn’t look back, but could hear him scrabbling to get dressed before padding down the stairs behind me. I unlocked my bike and waited while he unlocked his. Cycling was difficult with the steel hardon I was sporting but tonight I was horny and going to make the intern pay. Obediently, he mounted his saddle, wincing as the butt plug make contact with the hard seat and followed me home. I walked to the front door and without turning back knew he was following. I walked into the front room and flipped the heating on as I heard him click the front door closed. I dropped my bag and turned to face him as he entered the room. I ordered him to empty the contents of his bag onto the floor. Out spilled lube, the poppers, the prep, a handheld douche, some arse wipes, a dildo, a metal cockring and a bullet. No condoms. But Milos has clearly planned and I licked my lips at the prospect of his clean cunt. And clearly the bullet contained K. I smiled and ordered him to strip to his jock and pick up the poppers. He slowly started to undress and it took all my willpower not to stride over and rip his clothes off and snog him. He was magnificent. Lean. Hairy. Very hairy. And glistening with sweat from the cycle ride and as the room started to heat up. Licking his lips, he took four deep huffs and then stared at me intently. Fucking cocky bastard, I remember thinking. As he watched, I slowly undid my shirt and pulled it from my chinos. At the time I was prepping for a competitive swim so I was ripped as fuck and had clipped my chest hair. I knew it as I had planned to spend a second weekend at the sauna being fucked by as many cocks as I could. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I saw his eyes widen as he looked at my torso. I grinned and kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. Slowly I dropped my chinos until I stood before him in a pair of white 2xist briefs - my cock straining to escape. “What do you think?” I asked. He moaned and his hand dropped to his jock. “No!” I barked. His hand dropped to his side instantly. I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. I could feel his breath and he could feel mine. I took the poppers and then dropped my hand and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his jock, and squeezed it roughly. He gasped in shock. He was packing a decent sized cock and balls. I leaned in and kissed him. “Ready to get fucked?” He nodded. I smiled. Fucked yeah. But I meant fucked up. I gave his cock and balls a final hard squeeze, took four deep hits from the poppers, slid my underwear down and then pushed him down into my crotch. Twelve hours since I’d last showered, and countless piss breaks later, I was one musky smelling cunt. On his knees, I pushed his face into my hairy crotch. He didn’t flinch and I heard him moan as he inhale my sweaty scent. I felt his tongue extend to taste my fragrant balls, licking the sweat from them greedily but waiting obediently before doing anything else. I regretted not wearing a cockring or a piercing at that precise moment but realising we had all night, I pulled his head back and, as he automatically opened his mouth, gobbed into his mouth, before guiding it into my stiff cock. It was all the incentive he needed. Grabbing my arse, he focused solely on my cock and balls, only stopping when I jerked his head back to gob into his mouth. Fuck it felt good. Lost in the poppers, wetness of his mouth and sliding my hands over his hairy, increasingly sweaty back and down to the top of his butt I pulled his mouth off my cock and grinned. Tapping his mouth to keep it open, I looked into his eyes as I spurted a small amount of piss into his expectant mouth. Without flinching he swallowed. I smiled and slapped the side of his head as he smiled back. Holding the sides of his head I slid my cock back into his mouth and released my afternoon’s bladder into his greedy gut. I didn’t even need to put my hand on the back of his head as he pulled my cock into my mouth and expertly sucked my cock and milked it for every bit of piss like it was fresh water from a tap. When there was no more piss left he lapped my musky balls and lifted them up with one hand, his tongue searching out the crack behind. I knew what he wanted, so I turned round and placing one hand on the end of the sofa looked over the shoulder and spread my cheeks. My dirty Greek fucker didn’t need any instructing, diving deep into my hairy, sweaty crack. Gobbing and licking his way to my hole he whimpered as he gorged on my musty cunt and I took a few more deep huffs of poppers. After he had licked my arse clean of its sweat I took a final deep sniff before I hauled him to his feet and we snogged. And I mean deeply snogged - sharing the taste of me as our hands searched each other’s bodies and crevices, fingers slipping into mouths, and arses as we tasted each other. Then I took him by the hand and stopping only to pick up the cockring, dildo and bullet, I led him upstairs

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!)

I still cant believe how perfect this story is! I am stealing this title and idea for the video I want to make.

I’m not just about the load, but I am very disappointed when a top doesn’t cum. It’s like watching a movie and missing the ending, just frustrating and unsatisfying. I get off on pleasing men sexually. I want my top(s) to enjoy fucking me, and when a man reaches orgasm as a result of claiming my ass as his fuckhole, I get this feeling of like “I served my purpose, I serviced him to completion, I relieved the ache in his balls” etc, and I just feel this sensation of warmth and contentment throughout my entire body. I am fine with a man cumming in my mouth, but I prefer that feeling of being a cumdump/slutty faggot that I only feel when a man coats my insides with his DNA. Sex is more mental than physical for me, and the way I feel when a man cums in my ass is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had. Having sex and not getting cum is just not even close to that feeling.

I'm not one of those bottoms who's like "Oh my God, it feels so good having this dick up my ass" I wish I was one of those guys who another man's dick hits all my pleasure buttons. To me it's all about getting bred with a hot load. That is the reward for all my hard work. I feel honored any time a man chooses me to deposit his cum into. I will never turn down a long fuck as opposed to a fast in and out. I'm just happy if the Top is having a good time. Really get off on pleasuring another man.

Yesterday afternoon I got hit up by a guy I had randomly talked to over the course of 4 or more years now. Some guys you hear from occasionally and it just doesn't work out but they revisit you now and then with the hopes of getting laid. This was one of them. He had never really shared a face pic. He suggests we try and fuck soon. I already have late plans with a fuckbud that evening. I would have to fit him in before the later night festivities. Horny as fuck, I tell him to come at 7:30. Guy comes in to my place. Whoa - totally hot and handsome Puerto Rican guy with beautiful brown skin. 53 and skin like a 30 year old. Gorgeous big cock and tight body. We got busy kissing and he rolled me on my back. I wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck bare but in an instant he was pressing his dick into my hot hole and I was in heaven. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and emptied his balls into my ass. Perfect short breeding session. Gives me time to get ready for my regular bud. My regular bud shows after 10 and I'm ready for round 2. Sure enough I got properly fucked by my bud. Another good day with two dicks in my ass. Love it! I love helping top men get their nut.

Good boy!

Dirty Fuckers! - Bareback - By mascbtmoh: " Very hot 3way with a guy we met at the bathhouse. We sent this guy on his way well fucked and full of our DNA "

Family knows I'm bi, but stays out of my business like I stay out of theirs. Some cousins have asked if I'd ever "date/marry" a guy and that was the extent of it. Some close friends know I bottom, I've told them the stories of the dick/people I've been with. My old coworker, who was really more a close friend, knew. Told her I took a 10" bbc one day at work. She couldn't fathom how I managed that. Another old coworker from my previous job knows I'm bi now, and a bottom. He's a gay, and out. Asked me everything, and I told him. It's nice having a person I can talk to. He lives about 6 hours away, and wants to plan a time when I can visit so we can fuck. He knows I BB, just told me to be careful. No shaming from anyone that knows. and if they didn't approve I couldn't give a fuck. Its not their body, its mine.

At the steak house the boys got up and went and talked to a waiter. They seemed to know him Chad use his pad and pencil and made a note and handed it to the waiter and the boys came back and sat down. I said friend from school and they both said yes at the same time and then started shoving steak in like they had not eaten in years. After we left the boys were in the front of the G wagon and Brett leaned back his seat and pulled out his cock and said suck me bitch. So I crawled up and started sucking him. Then Chad pulled my left had to his cock, he was hard as a rock and leaking pre cum by the bucketfuls. I noticed that at some point Bret was rubbing my crotch through my pants. This was the first time any thought had been given to me. I liked it but in my mind I new a good faggot did as he was told and so was not expecting more. At the house we got out and the boys started taking off there shirts as we walked Chad grabbed me and shoved me on the hot tub cover and pulled my pants down. He spit on his hand and cock and the next thing I knew I was impaled on his beautiful cock. He slammed a pill bottle down in front of my face and said we got some Viagra. We plan on tearing up your ass all night bitch. I got so turned on by the nasty talk from the boys. Calling me names and treating me like a piece of property. It did not take long and Chad grunted out take that slut. take that fucking load. After he came down from his climax he pulled out and walked around to my mouth and shoved it in my mouth as Brett who I had been sucking shoved his hard cock in my ass. This went on for hours with the boys taking turns cumming in me, on me and at one point I hear Brett say I going to piss the bitches ass full man and I felt the warm hot piss coming out of his dick and in to me. It was amazing. Brett leaned down to my ear and whispered you ass belongs to ass, you are a god damn faggot and we own your ass bitch, this is all you are good for. The boys were right non of us slept and as morning rolled around, my ass was numb from all the fucking. Chad said we have an early practice today and a team meeting afterwords. Will be back tomorrow bitch, oh and I'm taking the G wagon and I need money for gas its almost empty. I handed him the gas card and he and Brett looked at me and to me I was not allowed to leave the house, no shower, no clothes and I was not to touch my cock. They both smacked my dick and said they didn't know why I had something I would never use it was wasted flesh. I stood and watched as the boys drove away in my new $155000 G wagon thinking to my self what did I get myself into. For 50 year I lived the life of a hermit and one look at a boys crotch and face and now I'm owed by two eighteen year old studs.

Saturday night - tapped several guys on Grindr and got a reply from one about 20 minutes away... his response was “I’ll breed ya.” Looking at his profile, no HIV status was listed. That generally means poz in my experience, but I ask just out of curiosity. He replies poz - I ask if he’s undetectable or toxic - he says we’ll discuss in person. We discussed it alright - with him pumping my face up and down on his cock. “You’re on PrEP, right?” “Uh, huh,” I nod as I’m sucking his cock. “My cock is toxic. You want it in your pussy?” “Uh, huh,” I moan and nod in the affirmative. A few minutes later, he’s pounding my pussy and when he gets close asks if I want his toxic load - “please breed me with your toxic poz cum!” And he blew a nice big load in my cunt. First time I’ve knowingly taken a toxic load, although I’m quite sure with as much anonymous cock as I’ve had in my pussy that it wasn’t the first time. Something about poz guys that soooo hot!!! 😈

On the way to my room he told me his name was Chad and he was a senior at the local high school. I could tell he was unsure of what was about to happen. I was as well but I wanted that 7 inch fat cock in me so bad. When we arrived in my room I told him to lay down while I got read. I went into the bathroom to clean out for him and to lube up a little. I must have take to long as when I came out he was out like a light sound asleep. I crawled in bed beside him and dreamed about what it would have been like and hoped he would still want my ass when he woke up. The next morning I heard him wake up and exclaim "fuck I late" he was looking for his clothes that were still out by the pool. I asked what was wrong and he said I am supposed to be at practice in 5 minutes. I told him to calm down and told him where his clothes were and said he could take the 458 to just bring it back afterwords. He was gone in a flash. Five hours later I still he still had not returned and I was starting to get worried. I had cleaned my ass and was ready but he was no where to be found. When I finally heard the car coming up the drive I was excited and hopped he still wanted to fuck my ass. I was sitting by the pool and I look up to see him and another young man and my heart skipped a beat. I knew I was about to get my ass whooped or worse. Chad said this is my friend Brett and he like your car a lot. Before I could respond Chad was pulling off his t-shirt and Brett was following suite. The next thing I knew I had to naked 18 year old boys standing in front of me with hard cocks. I looked at Chad and said so am I dreaming and he said I told Brett you have the best head and that you said I could pop your cherry and he wanted to join. His girl wont take care of him either and we both have blue balls. As he said that he started pissing on me and in my open mouth and a few seconds later so did Brett. I sucked a load our of both boys by the pool and the Chad asked if I still wanted fucked. I just stood up and said you know the way to the bedroom and all three of us headed to my room. I was pushed down on the bed on all fours and Brett shoved his 8 inch cock in my mouth. It was not as thick as Chads butt just that little bit longer. I felt Chad lubing up my ass and felt his cock head on my ass. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. After practice I went on line and watched a porn that showed how you bitches like to get fucked. Are you read? Before I could respond he started pushing in a little slow at first. After he had the first inch or so in he whispered take it bitch and shoved in to the hilt with no mercy. I tried to cry out in pain but my mouth was full of cock. He started fucking me hard. Pounding me like his life depended on it and after a few minutes of intense pain I felt amazing and I loved it. He fucked me for 10 minutes or so and then pulled out as fast as he went in and he a Brett switched places. Brett spit on my ass and pushed in all the way and was fucking me just as hard as Chad had only he was going a little deeper. Chad shoved his cock in my mouth and I was tasting my own ass juices while sucking this beautiful boy. I hear Brett say dude I going to bread this god damn faggot this ass is amazing. I hear Chad say fuck yeah it is I already shot one load in it and I ready to go again. I had not felt Chad cum but it now explained the taste in my mouth. Brett started saying take it bitch take my god damned load and I felt his cock swell and shoot. His whole body tensed and shook with each shot of cum in my ass. When he finished he pulled out and rolled over on his side and Chad then shoved in and after about three or four strokes he said take it bitch and this time I felt him coming in my ass. I cleaned both of there dicks when they had finished and then Chad said fuck I'm hungry. I told the boys if they would like to clean up and let me clean up I would take them to the local steak house and I for buy them dinner. We cleaned up and on the way out the door to get in my G wagon Brett said I just told my mom I was staying at your house tonight Chad. Chad chuckled and said yeah I told my mom I would be at yours. I knew then it was not over and my ass was in for a wield ride.

Great job converting him!

I have been stealthed just now.... I have been having no strings fun with this super sexy black man for over a year now. He has great pecs that he likes for me to lick and suck before I get started on his beautiful 7.5 inch dark thick dick. He loves to lean over and play with my "pussy" while I suck him...he pushed my head down as he did it this time, which made him go into my throat. It was incredible. I love that he calls my hole his pussy. Made me super horny. He told me to assume the position...and I did it quickly, ass up, legs and thighs spread, chest and shoulders on the bed. He usually just slowly enters me, but I could tell from his stance, he wasnt mounting me just yet. Instead, he had lubed up a black dildo and started opening me up. It was a long one, and I could tell he was trying to open up my inner ring. It was a little painful, but once he was through, my prostate started quaking. He left the dildo in and started tapping the end in different spots until it started really thumping my prostate good. When I was close to having a full body prostate orgasm, he said, "yeah baby, let that pussy cum boy..." and I did... so good... he pulled out the dildo quickly and thrust inside my pussy with his dick....I had another pussy orgasm and I could swear I felt him cum within a minute...but in the throes of my own orgasm I couldn't tell. Now, he has fucked me several times, but never bred me. He pulled out and lay on his back and started jacking his dick. He said, "stuff that pussy with the dildo and jack your dick boy." I did as he asked and started sucking his nipple closest to me while we jacked. He came, but not very much. I, on the other hand nutted A LOT...he smiled, and we cleaned up and I headed home. I just sat on the toilet, and it looked like a horse had inseminated me from all the cum. I need to tell him next time that it is ok to breed me, that he doesn't have to pretend....but I'm definately not mad about it. I love when my top breeds my pussy.......

Westernization of savages at its finest

Next, try some adult diapers. You can become an adult baby

Slammed up real hungry for more AIDS

Oh PLEASE don't stop now

Apologies to anyone who thinks it improves the story, but I am so tired of Vengeful, Sadistic Masters. It’s totally cool when you know that’s what the story is about, but this really good incest, coming-of-age story just suddenly took this weird turn.

007 - Ruined Raff opened the door. He and Dev said nothing as Dev entered. Raff just nodded down the hallway towards us, then went back into Jesse’s room. Dev stomped towards us, his chunky boots making each step feel like it was shaking the room. That tattoo really did go everywhere. His face was covered in so much black ink, a person would be forgiven for not even realizing he was white, from a distance. His hair was a short mohawk, and he had a look of pure fury on his face. He wore a white vest, though even as he entered the front room, he pulled it off and threw it to one side. He took one look at Jesse. “Fuck off.” He barked, and those two words were the closest thing to a complete sentence I’d ever hear him say. Jesse instantly shot off and, winking at me, scampered off towards his room. I was completely alone, with this diseased madman. He gripped me by the hair and yanked me off the sofa, onto my knees. My scalp burned with pain, and I let out a yelp, but Dev clearly didn’t care. He thrust my face into his denim crotch, and instantly, the smell of his body filled me. It was disgusting and intoxicating at the same time. I tried pulling away, terrified by how rough he was, but that only made it worse, as he slapped me with the hand that wasn’t holding me in place. Once he was sure I’d stopped resisting, that hand went to his belt buckle. In one smooth movement, he got everything undone and pulled his cock out - no underwear to slow him down. It was a deadly weapon hanging before me, not quite fully hard yet, but still huge. The chunk of metal hanging out of the tip must have added a couple of extra pounds to the weight by itself. It scraped against my teeth as he forced it into my mouth. There was nothing for me to do except kneel and take it. I was powerless. Dev didn’t even let me control how to suck his cock, he just held my head still and fucked my mouth. His dick wasn’t as big as Raff’s, but the piercing made it much harder to manage, and Dev showed no mercy. I choked and gagged, snorting out of my nose, which earned me another smack. It was all I could do to keep my teeth open wide enough to not cause any problems. The feeling of the piercing bashing against the back of my throat made me want to throw up, but I knew that Dev wouldn’t stop even if I did, so I forced myself to keep it under control. It went on for what felt like ages, but I couldn’t get used to it the way that I would with any other dick. The shape of the piercing, and the force of Dev’s thrusts always felt unnatural, never becoming any easier to take. I couldn’t tell how deep he went, but my lips were definitely reaching the black tattoo. For a minute, I thought I might actually die choking on this monstrous cock, but it finally came to an end. Dev pulled out of my throat one last time, then smacked me once more, hard enough that, in my weak and confused state, I lost my balance and fell. My face was a mess, I could tell. My eyes were streaming tears down my face, while mucus and saliva dribbled out of my nose and mouth. Dev didn’t even seem to notice, much less mind. While I was trying to find my way back onto my knees, he went over to the mirror and made a line for himself. Judging by the length of the snort I heard, it must have been a pretty big one. I’d barely stabilized myself when Dev was back on me. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up, throwing me face down onto the sofa. Holding me down by the back of the neck with one hand, I felt the other on the buttplug that I had completely forgotten was there. The force he yanked it out at made me yelp, but my ass didn’t stay empty for long. I felt something cold and wet against my hole, as the piercing pushed into me, and then he was inside me. That infected monster was about to breed me, and I couldn’t stop him. He showed no more mercy on my ass than he did on my throat. With nothing more than my spit and the leftover lube from the plug, he rammed himself into me. I yelled out, but he didn’t relent. In just a couple of thrusts, I could feel his balls slapping against me, the full length of him tearing my ass apart. “Holy fuck!” I yelled. “Holy fucking fuck!” A couple more thrusts, and Dev was freely, easily pounding into me. My ass offered so little resistance to him, it was as if I got fucked like this every day of the week. My body was nothing more than a useless hole for Dev to fuck, but my head was swimming in the cocktail of drugs I’d dunked it into. Jesse’s voice seemed to echo around my head. He’s given me his gift. He’s made me like him. And Dev is going to do the same to you. I let out moans and whimpers. We’ll both be free. No more fucking around with condoms and stupid rules. We can fuck like real men. Unbidden, images of Raff breeding Jesse came back into my head. My stomach felt like it was churning in a storm. For a minute, I thought I was still going to be sick, but I realized it was something else. Dev pulled out of me completely, and for a foolish second, I actually thought he was finished. But instead, he flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him, and what I saw was horrific, like some devil standing over me. He was sweaty and his face looked furious. I realized, far too late, that the symbol on his stomach was a biohazard mark. Some voice in the back of my brain found that quite funny. But it wasn’t the sight of him that horrified me. What horrified me was my own cock, rock hard, begging for attention. Dev pushed my legs up to get at my hole, and rammed himself back into me. He got something he always wanted, he just needs a few minutes to accept it, Raff’s voice said. Dev’s face twisted into a wicked grin as he stared straight into my eyes. Sweat dripped down from his face, onto mine. A drop landed near my lips and instinctively, I licked it up. There are people who would die for my cum. Dev shifted his arms, and suddenly, his hands were wrapping around my neck. Dev’s become a lot more fucked up since he came off his meds. His grip tightened. He was strangling me, and my cock felt like it was going to explode. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ was all I could say, though with Dev choking me, it sounded more like weak grunts and gurgles than any kind of actual word. I was getting light headed, and my vision started going funny. Things went blurry, and Dev’s tattoos looked like they were moving. Was this a hallucination? I’d never hallucinated before. My brain made Dev’s face take on all sorts of horrific forms. One second, black horns seemed to be erupting from the tattoos on his head. The next, he looked like he was snarling like some horrible beast. For a moment, Dev was gone completely, replaced by anyone my mind felt like conjuring. Jesse, Reese, Raff, old partners and fuck buddies, even a teacher I’d had a crush on back in school. “Look at me!” Dev growled, and my eyes suddenly refocused on him. His face was turning red and he was gritting his teeth. His hands were still at my throat, though not quite so tight. He must have realized just how close to passing out I was. “Fuck! Fuck! Fucking take it, you cunt! Take it!” He yelled so loud it hurt my ears. He slammed all the way into my ass, and I could feel him erupt into me. It felt like an eternity as his balls unloaded their filth into my waiting ass, and I let out a long moan in time with the growling grunt that Dev was making. He started bucking his hips, fucking his load into me, even before he’d finished pumping it out. He stayed in me for a while longer, and we just looked at each other. His wicked grin was back, and he licked his lips, which made me smile, despite myself. My cock was still rock hard between us, but I didn’t want to do anything with it. All I cared about was the feeling in my hole. I’d been converted. That piercing must have torn my insides up, and Dev felt like he’d cum enough to fill a bathtub. There was no way his gift wasn’t already in my bloodstream. If I felt any panic about that then, the drugs completely drowned it out. Dev leaned forwards. I thought he was going to kiss me for a minute, but instead, he simply licked up the side of my face, tasting my sweat and leaving a trail of spit. He must have noticed my dick getting squashed between our stomachs, because when he moved back up, he looked down at it. With a gross snorting sound, Dev spat on my cock. The feeling made me gasp. He took hold of me, pumping my dick and covering it in his spit. It felt good. Finally, I felt him pull out of me. My body felt completely ruined, and all I could do was lay there, covered in all our fluids, as he pulled his jeans back up. Without another word, or even a look back, Dev turned and left the room, grabbing his vest as he went. A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut.

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Yeah, I know… Should be done by now. But I got distracted by other stuff. Just to give you an idea of what I've been working on… I wanted to move my porn sites over to my new platform, but the big piece that was missing was a way to handle "tags". I wanted a unified tagging system that dealt nicely with duplicate concepts (e.g. "dick" is the same as "cock" is the same as "penis" is the same as "willy" – there's no point having multiple pages for each of those especially when you add in compound concepts like "uncut dick" or "big dick" or "big black cock"). So that got me into developing an entire hierarchical dictionary of terms that are used in porn, etc. For example, "big dick" is a type of dick, and "monster cock" is a type of big dick. And "big black dick" is a child of both big dick and black men. (And on and on and on… If you're a library sciences guy you'll love what I've done.) Then place names came up as tags, so that got me off on geocoding. So now I've integrated a place name database (states, counties, cities, neighborhoods, parks, etc.) and another database for businesses (e.g. gyms, bars, bathhouses). But those databases have flaws so cleaning will be needed. All the geocoding / place stuff is crucial to hookup sites, so it's not just about tagging. In the middle of geocoding stuff, I realized I needed to finish my rating system. I threw out what I'd worked on before where everything was rated on a 5 star system and went to thumbs up / thumbs down + fav for rating of general things and then 5 star ratings for more detailed stuff. [If you're wondering - faves are same as thumbs up only they'll appear on your profile page and in % positive calculations they wipe out 2 thumbs down rather than 1. And you'd use the star system to say rate a porn star as a top, bottom, or flip fucker.] Then I had sorta set a deadline for myself to figure out on-demand t-shirt printing (wanted it done before I go on vacation). So when I got to a level of completion on the geocoding stuff I switched over to t-shirts. Instead of going the easy route and doing a pre-configured store, I'm building my own store. The idea is I want to know which members buy stuff and give them perks. And I want them to submit pics of themselves wearing/using what they buy and then I'll use those pics (with permission) in the store. If the pics are popular they'll get free or discounted stuff (e.g. more t-shirts). I hope to get some beta code working and get my first order placed today or tomorrow. I'll clean up a few things before going on vacation, and when I'm back next month I'll tackle things in the following order (over a number of months): Finish off my work on user accounts, logins, and links between sites in my network of sites that are all on the same code platform. Get the store done and a few designs up for sale so it's ready by late November / the holiday buying season. Ask for community help on cleaning up the geocoding stuff. I need people with local knowledge who can specify the commonly understood hierarchy of places. (e.g. BBRT has both "New York" and "Manhattan" when they're the same place). Setup really basic profile pages. Shut down chat on the Breeding Zone domain and split it into chat on BBBH.men and PozPigs.com (and possibly OralPigs.com). Implement 1-on-1 chat. Get my minor porn blogs migrated to the new platform, and work out any problems. Get the rawTOP porn blog migrated to the new platform. Get Raunchy Fuckers (my tube site) migrated to the new platform (a substantial project). Program content pulls from sponsors for my porn sites (a substantial project). Get Cumdump.Network and PublicUrinals.com up and running (requires geocoding stuff be done). Flesh out feature set for BBBH.men, PozPigs.com, OralPigs.com, TwistedPigs.com, and SpunkBuds.com (the full-featured hookup sites). So 1-on-1 chat is on the list – #6, but it will probably be late December (?) before I get to down to that point. I need to get the porn site related items (down to #10) done by mid-March since I'll meet with a lot of my sponsors at a conference in late March. Non-porn items may take a back burner if I'm at risk of missing that deadline.

Part 7 The rest of the week went by uneventful. I wasn’t called back into my boss’s office the day after getting pozzed by the client, so I guess he was happy with that meeting. Friday came and I knew I had a standing appointment with the boss at the sleazy hotel. After work I headed home and got ready, had a couple of cocktails to help relax me. Time slipped by quickly and I headed out. I got the the hotel with about five minutes to spare. Parking, I noticed that the lot was fuller than it normally was, which led me to wonder if he had some guests with him. As I got out and headed to the door, I saw the Marine again. “Damn faggot, you can’t get enough cock huh" he yelled at me. I just put my head down and moved to the door. Suddenly, I felt his hot breathe on my neck. “Don’t you remember what I said last time, faggot?” he asked. I nodded. “Tell me then.” “AIDS kills.” He started walking away laughing. I knocked on the motel room door and waited, over come with shame. What I was doing, whoring my ass to all these poz men? My boss opened the door and motioned for me to come in. “I was wondering if you had forgotten about our meeting,” he remarked. “No, not at all, Sir. I was held up in a bit of traffic,” I answered, even as I knew I was lying to him. He was already naked. I watched his furry ass as he walked to the bed. I immediately was hard in my pants. He turned as sat on the corner of the bed, balls hanging as his cock started to twitch to life. I started to undress, slowly removing each piece of clothing I was wearing. Once I was naked, I walked over to him, my cock pointing the way. With out words, I dropped to my knees, between his open legs. His cock felt heavy in my hands as I gripped it around the base with both. I could feel his eyes on me as I lifted the engorged head to my mouth. Stretching out my tongue, I licked the head of this cock, slowly, savoring the musk, a mixture of crotch sweat, piss and pre-cum. As I cleaned his cock, the head began to pump more pre-cum out of his piss slit. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly took the head in, wrapping my lips around the spot where the shaft meets the ridge of his cock head. I sucked just a little, not moving, just sucking a little as if his cock was a massive straw. Pre-cum oozed out and coated my tongue. My mouth began to produce a large amount of spit, that mixed with my bosses pre-cum. I could feel his hips more, thrusting towards me as I teased the head of his cock. He was moaning. “Suck me please,” he begged me. I slowly push my lips a bit further down his shaft, until I felt his cock head hit the back of my throat. I slowly moved back, licking the under part of this cock with my tongue as it slid out of my mouth. I could see that his cock was wet from spit just shy of half way. I slid my mouth back down is cock, then pulled back when he hit the back of my throat again. I repeated this over and over, picking up more speed as I did. He was thrusting his hips more, forcing his cock into my mouth more. The head popped into my mouth. Feeling this, he pushed more causing more of his shaft to slide into my mouth, until I was nose deep in his crotch hair. He placed his hands on the top of my head and pulled me off of his cock, which was coated with thick spit from my throat. “Only one other man has ever done that” he said, “Mr Meeks.” “No shit” I exclaimed in genuine surprise. “Furthermore, I am part of him, just as I am now part of you,” he continued. Holy shit, my boss infected Mr. Meeks. I was shocked. Both were married men and both were poz. “I'm part of twelve men now, with you being the twelfth." “I’m honored” I said. “Of course you have not gotten the fuck flu yet, but you will,” he confidently noted. I tried to get back on his cock, put he pushed my head away. He stood and went to the bathroom, returning with a toothbrush. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed, ass outwards. I have some prepping to your ass to do.” he said. I did as instructed. I felt him place the toothbrush at my hole, then forced it in me dry, scratching my hole as it did. He moved it in and out, ruffing up the walls inside my hole. I winched in pain. “It’s for your own good,” he said, “I need you to convert.” He pulled out the toothbrush and started to working it in and out, but just around my hole. Once he was satisfied that I was prepped, he put the toothbrush in front of my face. It was pink in some spots and bright red in others. I grabbed it and looked at it. He placed his cock head against my hole, and pushed hard in. It was only lubed with my spit. I could feel my hole resisting, which only made him push harder. “Open up you mother fucker,” he demanded. I pushed my hole out as well as pushed back on his hard cock. It was only seconds later that my hole gave and he drove his massive cock balls deep into my hole. The pain was intense and I jumped. He quickly grabbed my hips to prevent me from pulling off and escaping. Not waiting for me to adjust to his cock inside me, he started to pull out and push back in. Slowly at first, then increasing his movements and speed. After a while the pain subsided and my hole adjusted to him being in me. I started moaning as he pumped in and out of my hole. I realized that I was pushing back to meet his cock as he was thrusting in me. “Fuck me!" I demanded, adding “Breed me with you poz cum.” His grip tightened. I could feel his nut sac swing as he fucked my hole. I was swinging up and hitting my sac as he pushed into me deep. “Faggots are fucking in this room,” a voice outside yelled. I knew it was that damn Marine, or someone who claiming to me a Marine. “Spreading their fucking AIDS” he screamed at the top of his lungs. My boss’s cock became rock hard as he power drived my hole. I knew he was getting ready to shoot. His grip tightened and he slammed into me, erupting his poz load into my hole. “Fuck, wanted to last longer, but between knowing you were prepped well this time and that fucker out side, I just could not hold it. He slowly moved in and out, pumping the last of his cum into hole. As he pulled out he slapped my ass. “Can’t give you three loads tonight. I'm already late for an event I must attend." Disappointed, I nodded, got off the bed and started to dress. He walked to me naked and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Monday is a holiday, we are going to meet here at ten in the morning.” he said, “we are going to teach that Marine a lesson he won’t ever forget.” I smiled with him. That fucker pisses me off each time he opens his mouth. “I’m going to poz that fucker!” “I hope he is here Monday.”

Part 6 The next day I was back in the office. It was a quiet morning and I wasn't sure if the VP had reported back to my boss the events of yesterday’s meeting or what. I had not heard from him all morning, so I concentrated on my work. I had just sat down after returning from lunch, a liquid one just in case, when my phone rang. Picking up the phone, I hadn't even answered with a hello when I heard my boss' voice bellow “My office, NOW!” I jumped. I moved quickly to my boss’s door and knocked. Then waited. “Come,” my boss' voice answered from the other side. Opening the door, I found not only my boss but the fucking VP who had pozzed my hole yesterday evening. “Sit.” I shut the door and moved to the guest chair. “Mr. Meeks has filled me in on your meeting. While he complimented your hole, your attitude was an issue.” “I’m sorry, Sir. I wasn’t sure how I should be. I had never met you, Mr. Meeks, and I apologize. I hope you give me an opportunity to correct my attitude.” “I will use that hole again,” Mr. Meeks replied. I was glad to hear that he wanted to fuck me again. I didn't want to fuck-up this whole special project. “It has been brought to my attention that one of our high asset clients will be in the area tomorrow night. I will be sending you to him as a gift from our company,” my boss said. My cock twitched in my pants and start to leak. I could already feel the cock in my hole. I wanted it. I could feel the pre-cum flowing out of my piss slit as I listen to them pass on the information I needed for the client. Mr. Meeks occasionally adjusted his crotch in his dress pants, while he was standing next to my boss. Their instructions were not hard, just had to act some, but that would be easy. My boss rose from his chair behind his desk, revealing his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his suit pants. It was semi hard. “Remember, we have a meeting Friday night,” he cautioned. “Yes, Sir." He grabbed his cock and tucked it back into his fly, then zipped up. The next day I got the info and set out to meet the client, arriving at his hotel at 4:45 and making my way up to the fifteenth floor. Taking a deep breath I knocked on his door. It was just a moment later he answered it. “Good evening, I am Kent. Mr. Meeks and Mr. Troy sent me.” “Oh yes, yes, please come in,” a voice answered. Once inside, I made my way to the middle of the room and turned to face him. He was about six-four, solid man. He had red hair and was a bit pale. He was only dressed in a white robe, tied closed around his body. “Please make yourself comfortable,” he invited. I removed my shoes and socks first as he stood there watching me. I began to unbutton my shirt and remove it next. I undid my jeans and dropped them to the floor. After stepping out of them I was completely naked. I stood there watching him, remarking “This is way more comfortable,” rubbing my hand across my chest. His hands went to the ties of his robe and undid it. I watch the robe open exposing his naked body underneath. He was completely smooth except of a small patch of red fur just above the base of his cock. To the right of it was a scorpion tattoo. He removed his robe and threw it on the floor next to the door. “I like your scorpion tattoo, so you are a Scorpio?”I said, playing dumb. “Something like that,” he replied. I moved over to him and dropped to my knees. His hardening cock was right in front of me, slowly growing outwards from his body. “I only play safe” I said to him right before I put his cock head in my mouth. “Me too,” he replied with a smirk. I slowly slid my mouth down the shaft of his thick cock. I slowly back off his cock, just to slid it back into my mouth. I could hear him moaning as I sucked his cock. I reached back and started to play with my hole, running my finger around it, then sliding it in. “Oh yeah, finger that pussy,” he moaned. I continued to suck his cock and finger my hole. I slid another finger in my hole, stretching it a bit. “Let’s get you on the bed and have some fun,” he suggested as he withdrew his cock from my mouth and stepped back, helping me to my feet and onto his bed, where he placed me in a kneeling position, my knees almost on the edge of the bed. He disappeared into the bath room, bringing back with him two condoms. I listened to him open the package of one condom. He slipped it onto his hard cock. I could hear the condom snap a couple of times. “It’s okay, just pulling to tip out a bit, so there is room for my load inside it.” I smiled, I knew what he was really doing. He was trying to rip the condom a bit so it broke as he fucked me. He snapped the condom again. “Got it right where I want it.” He knelt down and started to eat my hole. His tongue pushed in my hole some. He then pulled his face back and spit on my hole. He quickly stood and pushed the head of his cock against my hole. I pushed my hole out and his cock slid into me, very slowly. He then pulled out his cock and jacked it, pulling back the condom, stretching it a bit more on his cock. Again he lined up his cock and pushed into me, this time sliding in balls-deep, and staying there. “Sweet hole,” he murmured. I pushed back against him, pressing my ass against his crotch. He gripped my hips and started to slowly move back and forth, his cock slowly moving in and out. He was pulling his cock out until his head was just in then sliding back in. I reached back while his cock was almost out and touched it, making sure the condom was still on. “It’s still there my friend,” he remarked, adding “no fucking with out them." He picked up speed and was now thrusting faster and harder. He was moaning as he pushed into me. His balls were swinging as he fucked me. He pulled out for a moment and then slammed his cock back into my hole with such force I fell forward on the bed. His body followed mine and he was now on top of me, raising his hips up and down driving his cock in and out. “Oh fuck, your hole is amazing,” he said, “even through the condom, it’s like velvet.” “Yeah fuck me, fuck me hard,” I exclaimed with genuine pleasure. He continued to pound my hole, harder and faster. Abruptly, however, he stopped, explaining “I think the condom just broke. I won't fuck you anymore - unless you want me to.” “Please keep going, but promise to pull out before cumming and shoot your load on my back.” “Are you sure” he said, “I'm disease free.” “Yes.” He continued to fuck me harder and harder, his breathing became quick and shallow. “Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!” he exclaimed. “Pull out and shoot,” I ordered. “Oh, shit, it’s too late! I've already squirted some in your hole,” he said. “Pull out” I yelled. He pulled out and I felt another shot hit my hole, then he pushed back in. “Oh fuck, I am back in your hole,” he acknowledged. “Take it out, please,” I begged. “I shot my load in your hole” he answered. “I’m so sorry/” He was pushing his cock deep in me, slowly pumping it as if he was milking the last of his cum out of his shaft. He slowly pulled his cock out. I turned quickly and saw the broken condom on his softening cock. He pulled it off. “I’m sorry my friend” he said, “I don’t know what happened.” “It’s okay.” “I am disease free,” he repeated. I just nodded. “In light of the situation, I think our meeting is complete for the night. I will pass on to your bosses that I enjoyed the meeting, even with the accident that took place.” “Thank you” I said, as I moved to redress. I quickly put on my pants, socks and shoes. He watched me from the bed where he was sitting. His legs were wide open and his cock and balls were hanging. “I really do like your tattoo” I said, putting on my shirt and starting to button it. Once it I was dressed, I tucked my shirt into my pants. That’s when I felt the note I was to give the client. “Oh I forgot to give this to you” I said handing him the note. I checked for my keys and I left the room, heading back where I parked my car. When I got there, I fished my cell out. I noticed a text from a blocked number, strange because I didn’t know you could send that way. “I lied” it read, “I shot a high viral load filled cum wad in your hole.” I just laughed a little, then another message came through. “Enjoy it while you can, fucker.’

Part 5 I spent the weekend at home, alone and drinking. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had to let it soak in. At least the weekend when by slowly, which was good as I wasn’t sure how I was going to face work and my boss on Monday, but eventually it came around. I arrived at my cubicle on time without having spoken with anyone, not even those on the elevator. I kept my head down and just waited, searching for a ready explanation to give anyone who asked if I was out of sorts. Not finding any creative explanation, I decided I would answer any inquiries by simply saying I had drunk too much over the weekend. Which wasn't by any stretch a lie. Once my computer was up and going, I went through my morning routines. Emails first. Fuck. There in my box was an email from my boss, telling me we had a meeting at ten in his office. Deep down I was hoping that it was a department meeting, but at ten I learned it was not. “Excellent job last week, Kent,” he said as I entered his office. “Thank you Sir,” I replied. “Please take a seat,” he said, moving around from behind his desk. Sitting on the corner of his desk, suit jacket open, his crotch open to my view. My hole twitched knowing what was lurking behind that zipper. “I had a good chat with the VP of Public Relations and needless to say he would like to get involved in our special project.” “Sir?” I asked. “He’s in a situation similar to mine, so I've offered him your services. He doesn't know your identity, but would like to meet you tonight at the same motel where we met.” “I don’t know.” “Same room, but at six” he said, adding “I have arranged for you to leave early, with pay, so you can be ready for your meeting.” “Sir, I ….” I tried to say. “Don’t disappoint me, Kent,” he said, “you are providing a great service to the executives of our corporation.” “Yes, Sir, I'll meet him at six.” “I knew you would, always a team player,” he replied with a smile, adding “you can leave at lunch time to get ready.” “Yes, Sir.” “Do me proud” he added as I stepped out of his office, but not before he commented “Oh, and our time Friday will be a standing appointment, got it?” “Yes, Sir.” The day went by fast at work and then at home. I quickly found myself back in my car heading out to the sleazy motel to be used by another man. I was a little nervous not only entering the motel during the day, but on who was about to meet. I had never met him before, nor had I ever laid eyes on him. Parking behind the motel, near room 13, I looked around. The only other vehicle in the lot was a black Range Rover. Taking a deep breathe I got out and headed to the door. I could see the curtains of the window open a bit. I fought the urge to peek in to see what I who I was going to met. I reached the door and knocked, abandoning the idea of peeking in the window. When the door opened I was shocked, instead of a very old man, I came face to face with a man in about his early forties. He had blonde hair and blues eyes, clean shaven. He was dressed only in white briefs, which were already tenting outwards. His body was toned and completely smooth. No words were spoken. He simply motioned for me to enter. Once inside the door was shut and locked. He pulled the curtains shut. I was standing in the middle of the room, staring at the bed, the one just a few days ago my boss fucked me three times and knocked me up. His hand on my ass brought me back to the present. I didn’t waste any time. I began to remove my clothes, until I was naked in front of him. Without saying a word, I moved to the bed and sat down. He just stood there and watched, rubbing his crotch through his underwear. “What position do you prefer for fucking?” I asked. “On your back, ass at the edge and your legs stretched up to heaven,” he replied. I laid back, making sure my ass was on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs. I watched him drop his briefs. His cock was not as big as my boss’s, but then few cocks would be. Still the blond man's cock was a good seven inches, cut. He moved towards my ass, slowly stroking his cock, which was already hard. Once at my ass, he pushed the head of his cock into my hole, but just only to hold it in place, it didn’t go in. “You understand that this will be a fuck with no condoms.” I nodded. “I don’t pull out either when I shoot my load.” I nodded again. “Oh, one more thing. I am highly toxic” he said slamming his cock into me balls deep. I screamed. I was pre-lubed but I was not relaxed enough for him to enter me. He pushed in further as his body met mine. “Wanna be a cold fucking whore” he said, “I will treat you like a cold fucking whore.” He pulled his cock back until his head was just inside and then slammed back in. The pain was intense. His hands gripped my ankles, pulling my legs wide. His cock was being rammed in and out of me. “Still shooting neg, bitch?” he asked. “I think so.” “So, no fuck-flu yet?” “No, Sir.” His balls were bouncing off my ass hard, as his cock used my hole. “You know you’re just a fuck hole to us” he said, “nothing more.” “Yes Sir, fuck me and breed me.” “A fucking whore who gives it away for free.” He was sweating good now. Beads of sweat was running down his chest. I turned my head to see our reflection in the mirror. I could see his ass muscles clinch up, causing deep dimples to form on his ass as he murmured “Leaking toxic cock slime into that whore ass.” I watch more beads of sweat run down his back and over his beefy ass. At times I could see the reflection of his cock pumping in and out of my ass. “Look at me, cunt.” I turned my head and looked him in the eyes. He pulled my legs open wider, causing a little pain in my groin. “Your fucking cock’s not even hard” he said, “you’re just a pussy boy.” His speed was picking up, his cock was pumping my ass harder and harder as it steadily thickened-up. “You should feel privileged getting my toxic load, bitch.” He slammed his cock deep into my hole and as he did so, he lost his balance and fell on top of me, his cock, however, remained buried deep in my hole as it pumped his poz load into my ass. “Fuck,” he exclaimed as he quickly lifted off of me and withdrew from my ass, wiping his cock on my leg and moved away. I slowly lowered my legs and stood. It was over quick. “At least you could say is fucking thank you,” he snapped. “Thank you Sir, for your toxic load.” He nodded in acknowledgement as he ordered “Get dressed and get out.” I quickly pulled my clothing on and stepped towards the door. As I reached for the door knob he called-out "Hey, I'll email your boss when I want that hole again,” adding as an after thought “It’s the best I’ve had in a long time.” I stepped out of his room and stood in the hall, my back up against his door, trying to take in the session in, recognizing he had treated me like shit, yet apparently wanted it again. "Damn, that’s fucked up," I said quietly to myself. “Got that pussy fucked again?” a voice to my right said. Walking up the sidewalk was the Marine. Shit, I thought, this is all I need. “Different john, I see. Maybe you should charge them. Sell that pussy if it’s that good,” he said with a laugh. I headed to my car to make my departure, but before I reached it he grunted “Hey faggot!” ever so helpfully reminding me “AIDS kills.”

Part 3 I kept fighting to push him off of me. I had a good idea of what he had and I didn’t want it, however my efforts to extract my ass from his cock were just a waste of energy. “It’s too late. I’m so turned on” he said smiling, “I've been leaking into your warm hole since I slid in." His cock was pumping faster and harder as he pressed his weight down on me, holding me still as he explained “I need this release," his breath becoming increasingly coarse, even as his cock because increasingly turgid. "I’m so close,” he murmured as his hips pounded ever faster. I gave-up on escaping and counted on him finishing-up after which I could escape, and clean-out his load. Grunting, he fucked me with yet increased energy. "Here it comes,” he announced as he pushed deep into my ass, raised up his body, his hands anchored on my chest as he positioned himself for his explosion, exclaiming "I'm shooting my toxic HIV into your hole!” as he pushed against me more and more, almost slamming his hips into me, repeatedly exclaiming "Take it, take it,” only to collapse on me, laying there gasping for breath but otherwise motionless. I tied to wiggle out from under him, as he was in a relaxed state from his climax, but he sensed it and pressed more of his weight to me, explaining "Oh, we're not done. I still have a couple of loads left in my balls," as he pushed deeper into my ass, somehow trying to find ever more depth. Then with a slight chuckle he explained "I've been saving this up for a while.” I accepted that I was stuck, that I was going to get more poz loads out of my boss. He didn’t wait long until he started to pump his hard massive cock in and out of my hole. With his cum in me, his cock was now wet. I moaned over and over as he fucked me, commenting “The whore likes my big poz cock.” Giving into to the demon lust I answered “Oh God yes, fuck me, fuck me Daddy!” He stood up, grabbed my ankles in his big hands, spreading my legs wide. “You got it baby’ he said smiling pumping his cock into me hard and harder. Oh my hole had never felt like this, it was stretched around a huge cock and the sensations were out of this world. “Give me another load” I yelled. “What kind of load do you want?” he asked. “A poz load, your poz load!” I was now getting into this. I had dropped my guard, my fear and I was letting loose. I wanted more of his furry body, more of his cock and more of his cum. “Oh fuck yeah, I knew I had you pegged right,” he remarked almost to himself. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he pounded my hole. Harder and harder he fucked me. The mattress was squeaking and the bed was hitting the wall causing a rhythmic pounding noise. The thuds were getting louder and louder, the faster he pounded my hole. “Oh fuck yeah, give me that big cock” I yelled. He was now pulling completely out of my hole and ramming it back in. The thuds were getting louder too. “Someone’s getting fucked hard in that room” I heard someone out side say. “Harder," I yelled. He was really starting to sweat, which was matting down his fur. He was breathing hard. I could feel his cock hardening up as his balls drew up close to his body as he grunted "Oh, fuck, your ass is milking my cock.” “Shoot it in me deep” I yelled, "poz my ass.” He slammed into me hard and collapsed onto my body, knocking the breath out of me. I struggled to breathe. As the shooting of cum in my ass slowed, he raised up a little, giving each of us a slight breather, after which he explained “The next fuck, you are going to do the work and ride me.” I just nodded.

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!)

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I had this guy fuck me a couple of times in NYC. I lived in East Harlem, and he lived on the UES. I'll never forget him. I had cruised his profile on BBRT and on A4A. He was hot, latino, and definitely showed that he was poz. I was hooked! The first time I went to his apartment, I was very excited. I'd made sure to clean out my hole especially good, because his profile said he was generously hung. Not sure what that meant, I just knew I didn't want any unwanted surprises. All I wanted was his load deep in my hole. His apartment wasn't huge, but his bedroom was where the action happened. He was wearing running pants and a wifebeater. I was turned on immediately. What with the wifebeater, his cock showing through his pants, and his facial wasting, I was in pig heaven. He led me to his bedroom, where I got on my knees and pulled down his pants. He was wearing a cockring. Which plumped up his cock even more. I sucked and treated this cock with respect. From my guess, he was about 8" and cut. Gorgeous! The scent coming from his trimmed pubes was overpowering. I would've done just about anything he'd asked of me. When HE decided it was time to fuck, he had me stand up, get naked and get on his bed on all fours. Only then did I see the mirror kiddycorner from the bed, which gave the perfect viewing angle for him to watch himself breed me, and surely countless others. He didn't eat me out, but used the slobber on his dick as lube. I'd done a huge huff of poppers as his cock sank in. I'm usually a little tight at first, but with the poppers and my mindset, his thick cock just sank right in. I moaned and he moaned and he stayed right there, just savoring the heat of my hole. He began an almost frantic thrusting of my hole. I was holding on for dear life, loving every moment of this bronco ride. My hole opened up for his cock unlike it had for any other. It was amazing. Suddenly my hole felt not loose, but it wasn't grabbing onto his cock, and he told me he loved that. He kept calling me, "puta." I loved that. I was dizzy from lust and the poppers. Suddenly I heard a noise coming from my ass that I'd never heard. It was like a sloshing, wet, messy sound. I asked him was that my ass making that sound. He only replied, "si." I asked him did he like it? He again replied, "si." After nearly ten minutes of his thrusting and calling me, "puta," he didn't even ask where I wanted his cum. He just thrust in, and growled loudly, letting me know that his cum was being planted deep in my hole. Like I would've complained. But in case I'd had any other thoughts. After I'd cleaned his cock off like any good bottom should, I got dressed and left. Cut to a couple months later. I was at his apartment, going through the same thing. Sucking his gorgeous chorizo, getting in the position, and hitting the poppers. Only this time he was even less personal. It was like I wasn't even there. I didn't care. I only had one thing on my mind. His cock and his cum. I would've done anything to get it. I got into position and he sank deep in my guts again. He didn't savor the heat this time. It was like he was on a mission to just fuck and fuck and fuck. I was a happy piggy. He began the frantic thrusting. In and out, in and out, and before long my ass was making the sloppy, wet sounds again. I asked him if my hole was loose enough for his cock. His only reply was to just keep thrusting his cock in and out of my hole. Again, no announcement of his impending cumming, just the final thrust into my hole. When he was cumming in my hole, I heard my ass growling like a stomach. That was a new one. Never before or since has that happened. I was amazed. This guy knew how to fuck. I knew I wanted a repeat. As I left his apartment, there were sirens going off everywhere. Apparently, at the moment he was cumming in my hole, an earthquake had hit NYC. I was stupefied. The only earth moving I'd felt was in his bedroom, between his cock and my hole.

Part 2: The Predators Start the Feast You might think Ricky doesn’t give a shit about his boys, but in truth, he loves them. That’s why he always fucks his boys last after everyone else has gotten their turn, impregnating the wasted body he owns. He kisses me like a romantic lover, protects me like a father, and fucks me like a master. But business is business; he’s a dealer in holes and the customer is always right. And he makes sure his property knows his place. He walks over to me slowly, and the men part around me. My moaning slows to a hurried pant, and I slowly realize from my daze that Ricky is approaching me. He gently pulls me to him by the throat, and I look up into his dark, loveless eyes. My mouth hangs open, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His square jaw, sharp, dark features, and deep frown glares back down at me. Bending down to meet my lips with his, he pours the bong smoke into me. It’s still so thick that I cough instantly, my lungs not fully recovered from the monster hit I just took. I was getting worried about how high I was getting, now not fully able to walk and my body feeling too relaxed and tired. I was still outrageously horny, thirsting for more hands, more tongue, and some cock... but I also wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep in the sling. “Yo Buster, come give this boy some uppers,” Ricky said, still holding me. I leaned in on him. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and I rested my face against his hairy chest. Two large hands with thick fingers clutched my ribs and glided down to my ass, where his grip tightened. And then I felt beard on my crack and just the cold tip of a tongue tickle my hole. I moaned as my arms and torso crawled with goosebumps from sheer pleasure. Buster was a large black man, about the same size as John. He had a stern, unsmiling face, nipple piercings, and wore a leather harness. He was the real deal. Ricky turned me over to him. Buster took off my wifebeater and wrapped my left arm with a tourniquet. My heart raced as I felt my arm tighten. The guy rimming me stopped and guided me to a small stool. I sat down slowly. Just now, I realized that the men in the room had closed in on me a little. The jock handed Buster a syringe. “All loaded. Trust me, there’s enough T in that to keep the little bitch awake all night and maybe all of tomorrow night too,” the jock said, chuckling. Buster tapped the needle and gave it a small pump. My hole twitched. Alcohol. Cotton ball. “Make a fist.” I have a huge, plump vein running all down my left forearm that bulged when the alcohol smoothed its way over. Buster aimed the needle straight into it, pressing it just enough to get a bit of blood swirling back into the point to make sure he struck gold. I was now fully awake, my heart about to beat out of my chest. The moment before the slam never stops getting exciting. My eyes were fixated on the point and his movement. Buster pressed down and slowly released the chemical solution into my blood. Once it was cleared, he unbuckled the tourniquet, which snapped off instantly. The blood went straight to my face and the chemical taste hit my throat as well as a coughing fit as harsh as the one from the bong. Wow. I was truly in heaven while in hell. Everything, everything in the whole world and all of the parts of my being condensed and was swallowed into a tight black hole between my legs. I felt incredible as I felt the devil’s energy rush through me and I quickly climbed into the sling, spread my legs as wide as I could, thrust my head back and unleashed a huge sigh of relief. My legs and smooth body suddenly looked incredibly sexy to myself, and the men around me were handsome hunks that exuded a musk of intense sexual desire, ruthlessness, and sadism. Each and every one of them wanted to breed me, letting their warm seed churn inside me and maybe even impregnate me with a virus. I wanted to offer my pure, youthful body to the degrading ritual about to befall me. “Look. At. That. Boy!” one of the men groaned, unzipping his pants. “Should we give him a booty bump before we start? I just love seeing this slut get FUCKED up! Look at him squirm trying to get his legs into the stirrups!” “Nah, we don’t want him to overdose.” “The fuck do you care?” “You break it, you buy it,” Ricky said calmly. “Do whatever you want to him, but if anything happens to my hustler, you’re all gonna owe me a lot more than $20.” I was all the more turned on knowing what I was worth. $20 barely covered the drugs. My holes were being rented out for much less. The men put down the pipes and the bong. They were ready to get the party started. I heard a collective sound of zippers from all directions. The stench of their cocks and balls filled the room. Some were well-trimmed, others were hairy. Some were quite small, others were as big as Billy Glide’s meat. My heart beat as fast as a racehorse in anticipation of my first cock. Incredible how meth can make even your resting heart rate this high. The guy who called dibs on me earlier was short (maybe 5’5”), stocky, bald, and wore a tight polo around his muscular body. He looked like he’d be one of the funny guys at the office, and I recognized his voice as one of the more verbal ones talking dirty about me to the other guys while I was getting fucked up and groped. His cock was average size, very well-shaped, and clean-looking, a good one to loosen my hole up and keep it warm for the others. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto the stirrups. The sling was actually very wide and my legs strained to be spread so far apart. He rubbed a few drops of lube on his dick and around my hole. My hole was being stretched too, and I could feel a cold breeze against the opening. “Mmmm, bon appetit,” he said as he pressed his mushroom head against my sticky ass. The pink lining of my ass instantly expanded and swallowed his meat as I felt an indescribable pleasure strike through my body. Then, he slammed his dick into my body and I felt it stab through my guts. I yelped and my body instinctively bucked, but I was held in place by the sling. And then, I could only feel pleasure as every single nerve in my body became its own sweet spot, and I begged for him to keep fucking me. “YES!” he yelled triumphantly as his balls hit my ass and the tip of his dick struck the deepest corner of my rectum it could reach. He sounded kind of like an avid fan screaming when his team scores a goal. The other men hooted, woofed, and cheered him on. The guys were now relaxing while jacking their dicks. Some of them lit up cigarettes and smoked while they watched the guy fuck me. “How does that hole feel, man?” “Aw man,” the guy fucking me groaned, pulling back out and this time gently thrusting into me, savoring the friction between his cock and the insides of my pussy. “So... so tight! I don’t think I can last long!” “Look at him,” John sneered derisively. “He’s looking up at you with those puppy eyes. You better show him no mercy before he thinks you’re makin’ love to ‘im or somethin’.” I realized I was almost in tears from pleasure, every cell in my body worshipping his cock and the feeling of it inside me. While he fucked me, he was a God to me. My entire existence was for his trivial pleasure. “Oh, we’re not making love,” he said. Suddenly, his pace quickened and he started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick jammed into my sweet spot over and over again and my toes curled and uncurled. The sling shook back and forth violently. “OH, OH FUCKING GOD! OH! OH! OH!” I cried. My dick was entirely soft from the drugs. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Each thrust made a sound like his penis was grinding meat. And it was – he fucked me like he was trying to hurt me. He probably was. “Someone shut the bitch up and stick a dick in his mouth!” A middle-aged man with grey pubic hair and a massively thick cock slapped my cock with his face. I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue, and panted like a dog wanting food. Then, he slid his dick down his throat. And further and further down he went, until his dick actually hit the chemical tasting part of my throat. I was about to have a gag reflex as tears instantly welled up in my eyes and my throat churned loudly, but he slid his dick out just in time. Just as I was about to gasp for breath, the top leaned forward and thrust so deep into me that it felt like he hit my stomach. The drugs completely numbed me to the pain and all I could feel was an intensified orgasm in every nerve. The top’s cock stayed there, throbbing, then brutally thrust in once more. Suddenly, the inside of my ass filled with heat, and I felt thick wads of hot cum spill out of my ass as he stabbed me a third time. “OH! OH GO-,” I screamed in, but before I could finish, the grey daddy shoved his cock into my mouth and muffled my screams. As the top slipped his dick out he spat on me and said... “God can’t hear you now.” The men howled with laughter. “Next,” Ricky said. Continued in Part 3

I lost track of time as Jason fucked my hole. I was tweaking so hard my hole burned with pleasure. Jason's large dick stayed rock hard, scissoring into my insides brutally as the other three men took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. "Whew, I'm high," one of them groaned. "Not as high as this good boy right here," another one chuckled as he grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth, then pushed down and gagged me with it. Meanwhile, Jason leaned down and licked my face as he impaled me with his dick. He fucked me so hard he was trying to hurt me. "Damn, his pussy's so tight," he growled as he took a draw from a cigarette. "Cum inside me," I moaned weakly as the other mens' dicks slapped my face and poked at my lips. "You want my poz load? You want me to breed that sloppy little cunt?" he roared. I opened my mouth to answer, but Bruce had mounted my chest and slid his dick into my mouth. I felt Jason grab my ankles hard and spread my legs as wide as he could. His dick hardened in my ass and trembled, and I felt pump after pump of warm fluid rush up my rectum. "TAKE. MY. LOAD. YOU. LITTLE. WHORE!" he roared, slamming his load deeper into me with every word. I flexed my toes in pleasure as he rammed his cum into me. He slid his dick out, leaving my ass feel empty and sore. The head of his dick made a little "pop!" sound as it left my hole. At the same time, Bruce pulled out of my mouth and came heavily on my face, adding thick white clumps of semen to the spit already covering my face. Before I could take a breath, he pushed his dick inside my mouth again to have me clean it off, while another one of the men plunged his dick inside my ass. The other men laughed degradingly and spat on my body. I had no idea what time it was or how long they had fucked me for, but John and Blake fucked me and added their loads to my pussy before leaving, then Jason fucked me again, then Bruce. I pushed into Bruce's cock as he churned the cocktail of cum inside me. Globs of white cum leaked out of my ass, stuck to his dick, and trickled down onto the bed. My sticky ass squeaked as he pummeled my cunt, lubed only with poz cum. My legs bounced with every thrust of his big dick. A waterfall of white fluid had leaked onto my taint down my asscrack. Bruce leaned down and put his hand over my throat. “You want Daddy’s poz load inside of that tight hole? You wanna be Daddy’s dirty little drugged up whore?” “Yeah, Daddy! Fuck me!” “What do you want? I can’t hear you.” “Fill me with your poz load! Make me your bitch! My boypussy is to service your big dick, poz me up and use me like your piece of meat! This hole is yours!” I barked. “Fuck yeah it is!” he roared, spitting into my face as he rammed his cock into me, cumming violently. I moaned in pleasure as he jammed his tool as deeply and sharply into my gut as he could. My ass made a sound like he was grinding meat, and my hole was now overflowing with so much cum it bubbled and lathered onto his dick. He scooped the excess and crammed it into my ass. Then he moved over to my face and rubbed the cum on his dick onto my face. “Good whore,” he groaned. “Let’s seal the deal.” Bruce left the room for a little bit and came back with a tattoo gun. “Stay still,” he ordered. I felt a painful burning prick on my ass, but I relaxed and rode my high. In sloppy handwriting, Bruce had permanently labeled “Cum Dump” on my asscheeks. At this time, Jason re-entered the room with ten other middle-aged men. Some were fat and balding, some looked gaunt, others were built and muscular. Their dicks had various sizes, but all of them were paid customers. I laid their groaning, my ass bubbling with white goo and my face covered in globs of cum and spit. Jason walked over and stuck me with another .7 slam. The mens’ cocks grew hard watching my pimp drug me up. I had come down a little from my high before, but now I was wired all over again. My existence was nothing but a hole, a disposable dump n’ run. My purpose was to be bred by men, and if I let them, Jason would slam me. “Go on, boys; he’s all lubed up. Get your $10’s worth,” he said, grinning. I lifted my legs and tossed my head back. Continued in part 4

Part 2 Jason pulled his cock out of his mouth, then spat on my face. Globs of his warm spit covered my cheeks and nose; I was completely covered in saliva. He then took his cock and mixed our saliva on my face. I moaned in ecstasy. "Fucking slut," he said. He reached over to his desk, and pulled out two full, syringes. One was dark red. "You know what's in here?" he asked. I shook my head, still gasping and moaning for his cock. "This red one is yours and has my poz blood in it. One slam and you're guaranteed poz. It also has .6 g of Tina in it. You ready for this slam? Once the need pricks your arm, there's no going back." I hadn't known Jason was poz, and I didn't even care at this point. The idea of having his bug, that he was exerting this power over me and changing my life, that he didn't care about me and just wanted to drug me up and use me like a piece of trash... that was overwhelming. Without hesitation, I screamed, "YES! SLAM ME WITH THAT POZ BLOOD!" He tied a tourniquet around my arm and had me make a fist, then slid the needle in. I felt a little prick, and then a hot rush. He released the tourniquet, and my mind exploded. I coughed as my head buzzed and spun. I felt a loosnening and heating of my body. Jason then slammed himself and popped a viagara. I moaned and writhed on Jason's bed, pulling off my tank top and showing off my asshole to him. Jason grabbed my legs and teased my pussy with his hot breath. Then he leaned in and began slurping. I felt his 5' o clock shadow rubbing against my asscheeks like sandpaper. His cold tongue massaged my hole as I flew; I had transformed into a full-fledged poz tweaking slut, and I was having the ride of my life. I never imagined I'd be begging for cock with empty syringes around me and my face covered in spit. It was a dream come true. He pried my cunt open with his fingers and fucked me with his tongue. I moaned loudly, and my eyes rolled back into their sockets. I was so high I would've done anything for Jason's dick at that point. I wanted load after load in my hole. Jason spat on my ass and rubbed his spit into my hole as I groaned. "My cunt feels so wet," I groaned. "All the better for me to fuck it," he sneered. "Wanna get even higher?" "YES!" I screamed as he hungrily plunged back into licking my asshole. He pulled his face away, then threw me on my back. He repacked the pipe and handed it to me, then grabbed a bottle of car grease and lathered it over my hole. He took a funnel from his drawer and planted it in my ass. The thin funnel planted itself in my ass loosely. He stood up. I had already lit the bowl, and felt the sweet taste of chemicals rushing into my body. He aimed his dick at the funnel and began to piss. I felt the dark yellow liquid trickle into my ass and up my intestines. My stomach churned as his chem piss flooded my system. He pissed for what felt like eternity; my body was full of his juice. He then removed the funnel, and my ass began overflowing, so he planted a butt plug and allowed the piss to sit inside me. At that point, I must've been so high I was bordering on overdosing. It took only what felt like 5-10 minutes for the piss to suddenly get me higher than what I thought was humanly possible. I was flying to the point where I was practically screaming for more cock. In that moment, I achieved nirvana. I realized that my whole life has led up to this: This is my purpose in life. A boy's hole is to be used by men, and he is just a piece of trash to be fucked and fucked again. I didn't care about dying early; this was my mission and goal in life, and I didn't want to do anything else. I wanted to be a chem whore. "Put on your shirt and boots, we're taking a little trip," he told me. I was confused, but I did as commanded. I left his apartment shamelessly, with my cutoffs torn at my ass and a buttplug still crammed in. He threw a coat over me, and we walked downstairs to another apartment. There were four men in the apartment playing poker at a kitchen table with bags of crystal everywhere. My eyes glowed at the sight of the drugs, already hooked. Two of them were burly and hairy, although one was significantly shorter than the other. The last one was an older man, dressed in a business attire with peppery hair. Jason introduced me. The shorter one was Bruce, the big guy was Blake, and the older gentleman was John. "What's that?" Bruce asked. He walked up to me and slid the plug out of my ass. A flood of slampiss flushed out of my hole. He grinned. "Price of crystal's going up. This is our cash cow," Jason said proudly. "Pozzed and hooked on Tina already. I say we break him in." "It's 'it', not 'him'," John corrected. "He's property now." The room spun so much that I couldn't even stand up straight. I must've blacked out for a minute, but I phased back in moments later on a bed at the sight of Jason completely naked. He had a large biohazard tattoo on his chest. His giant, hard dick was brushing up against my asshole, which had been lubed with car grease and vaseline. He had one of the blunts I brought. "Light up, man. We're gonna be using this trash for a long time," Bruce chuckled. The rest of them were passing around a bong as they watched Jason's tip enter my hole. It was large, thicker than any dick I had ever taken. I moaned in ecstasy, having needed his toxic pole inside me for so long. "FUCK ME!" I screamed, and everyone in the room laughed. "Take it, whore," Jason murmured, as he plunged sharply into my ass. I could feel my insides being torn up, but the drugs took away all the pain and kept all the pleasure. It was unbelievable, and I needed him to fuck me harder and faster. "Yeah, fuck that garbage," Blake laughed as he spat on me. Jason smoked the blunt as he quickened his pace. He was fucking my as hard as he could, completely empowered and entranced by the pleasure of plowing up my partied up hole. "OH YEAH! OH-" "Shut the whore up," Blake ordered, and Bruce rammed his dick down my throat before I could finish. Bruce's dick was 6" and fat, a beautiful dick that was almost made for porn. Bruce and Jason fucked my brains out together. Jason pressed the blunt to my lips, and I inhaled without thinking. As my mind floated, I felt happy to finally serve my purpose. Continued in Part 3