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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - ELBOW DEEP PARTY IN HARLEM About a month ago, my candy-man and his roommate were having some issues with their landlord and asked me if I could maybe come down to their place, look over their lease and give them some advice. I had finished my appointments for the day so I told them okay. I got to Washington Heights in less than 30 minutes and sat down with them to examine their lease. They filled a huge water pipe with lots of magic crystals and proceeded to have me blow clouds with them while we discussed their problem at length. In 90 minutes or so, I had outlined a way for them to resolve their differences with their landlord that would satisfy both sides, and they were ecstatic. Now they'd kept me hitting the pipe quite generously and gifted me with a nice amount of tina to take with me as a reward. I was now somewhat tweaked, very horny, and in Manhattan late afternoon on a Saturday. Unfortunately, neither of them was up for pnping, as they each had non-sexual appointments they were on their way to. Before we finished our puffing festival, I checked Chempigs.com on line to see if anyone was nearby and up for hosting. Fortunately, there was someone only 20 blocks away - a guy I'd been trading messages and emails with on the site for some time, always hoping we could play, but never being able to make our schedules match. He invited me to his place immediately and I hopped in the car and headed to Harlem. It took only 5 minutes and amazingly, I got a street space only a half block from his building. I gave him a call when I parked as he needed to come to the lobby to let me in. Good thing I found that close space as it started to rain for the first time in weeks as I was heading to his building. Clayton met me at the lobby door and escorted me to the elevator and up to his apartment. It was a nice - and really large - apartment, and it peaked my interest that it seemed like there was someone else home. Clayton led me to his room and shut the door behind us, looking me up and down and nodding while saying "finally". As mentioned we'd messaged and cruised each other on line but timing had never worked out before. Finally was right! I pulled out my supplies and filled his water-pipe with some quality crystals, and we puffed and shot-gunned as we stripped each other and got things started. Clayton turned out to be 40-ish, and very tall - at least 6'5" or so, to my 6' - and very lean. He's Trinidadian, beautiful cafe au lait skin and a light dusting of hair on his chest leading down in a treasure trail to his pubic patch, which framed a long cock, not quite as thick as mine but definitely longer! His long legs led up to a perky bubble butt also with a light dusting of hair. He really went for my hairy chest, legs, balls and ass and my pale skin. After making out and puffing and getting each other hard as a rock, we had to break so I could quickly clean up in his shower. As I was about to go, he asked if I'd be interested in his roommate joining in a couple of hours, and I told him that it sounded like fun to me. He smiled and picking up the pipe, said "Let me introduce you guys before you hit the shower." Going out into the long hallway, we passed the front door and the bathroom and continued down to what looked like a workroom filled with (unusually for New York City) hand tools and hardware. And also filled with Clayton's very hot roommate, Rod. Rod was facing away and on the phone, dressed only in leather shorts, boots and a harness. He turned hearing us enter and quickly told the person on the phone he'd call back in 5 minutes. Rod was probably around my age (just turned 53), and a shorter, stocky, muscular African-American guy with much darker skin than Clayton's, and he looked awfully familiar. We traded shotguns off the pipe while Clayton introduced us, and we both mentioned that we were convinced we'd met before. Rod told us that he needed to get back to his client and do another two hours of work then we could join him in his much larger play room. We headed back down the long corridor and I jumped in the bathroom with my kit to do a quick clean up and out. I had my travel-ready straight pipe and took a few hits to aid the process, gargled a little mouthwash and headed back to Clayton. He was naked and puffing, stroking while he watched some bareback leather porn I brought. I guess Clayton had been tweaking for a while before I got there, as he was totally AMPED and ready to go... so enthusiastic that I had to imagine he'd been frustrated from playing for at least several hours. In a minute we were on the bed locked in a 69 hotter than any I'd had in some time. It was a beautiful cock, and long, and thank god, I was on top during this segment since although I deep throat well, that amount of length might have been an issue if he decided to face fuck me from above. After long mutual suck jobs, we hit the pipe again shotgunning every hit, and making out between. Finally, we each took a huge hit, followed by each taking a nice huff of Maximum Impact and slid back down to a 69-Rim session, this time with me on the bottom with my neck boosted by a couple of pillows. He had a hot tasty hole that blossomed under my eager tongue; from the sounds he was making, and the enthusiasm with which his beefy tongue was raping my hairy hole, he was a very happy camper. Once our holes were getting sloppy and open it was time to get them filled. While he hit the glass cock, I got behind him and sank into that hot warm chute and starting a slow grinding fuck while he spun out his clouds. He definitely was going for my girth, and asked to turn on to his back for deeper penetration. As face-to-face is my favorite position to both top and to bottom, I was more than willing to comply. We fucked for a while with me on the bed with him, then I got down on the floor to stand with his long legs over my shoulders while I really wailed on his hole at his request. All this time we were either furiously kissing or biting and sucking the others nips and neck. More clouds and we switched... it took a little patience, and maximum impact, but he got that entire length into my hole and fucked me in several positions, making me feel incredible the longer we went. For another hour we would literally pull out of each other and without moving switch top and bottom, filling and being filled. It was heaven. Time came for a break and to join Rod. Some piss play and a quick rinse in the shower and we were moving all our equipment and materials to the very large room at the end of the apartment. Rod had his king size bed and all sorts of leather, restraints, dildos and toys, lubes and porn screens in there. I filled his water pipe and we got spun some more as Rod stripped the leather shorts off to reveal a flaccid cock as thick and long soft as mine is hard. Now I normally have no issues with my endowment - it is average length and greater than average width and I very much know how to use it - but there are times when I'm playing, especially with African or Latino guys that I just have to kind of sit back and marvel, and get over a minute or two of feeling inadequate! The rest of Rod was worthwhile to, a very hot muscular ass and he appeared to be naturally smooth all over... well, he probably did shave his head a bit, but not the body. I brought out some G and we drank some, smoked more, and began to get down to more chemmed up man-sex. Each of us fucked the others, and I was lucky that Clayton had gotten most of my stretching done prior as Ron went in without pause and started his fuck on me. After the mutual all around fuck we broke for a bit more refreshment and clouds and that's when Rod and I remembered where we'd met. A mutual friend of ours on Central Park West used to host Tuesday Afternoon pnp parties about 10 years ago and we'd encountered each other there a number of times. That also reminded Rod that I was a Fisting top, one he very much enjoyed getting hand-balled by, and we knew what would happen next. Working with Rod's "special lube" - a private combo of crisco and j-lube laced with tina and tina piss, I began working fingers into his hole. He was flat on his back on the edge of the bed (a waist high bed) while I alternated sitting on a fuck stool or sitting on Clayton's cock as HE sat on the fuck stool. Very shortly, I was stretching Rods opening alternating four fingers on each hand, determining which arm would be better, finding it to be the left, I sank all five fingers in to his welcoming manhole. He was literally squealing with delight over the attention to his hole, and I pulled my special maneuver. Being double jointed and still flexible from my dancer days, I can rotate my wrist 360 degrees without much problem - by stepping over my arm, now butt to butt with my fistee, I can continue the turning in the same direction. Stepping over with my second leg, I return to facing my fist-bottom and can still complete the rest of AN ADDITIONAL 360 degree turn. 19 out of 20 fisting bottoms seem to go nuts over that! And then of course, I can reverse direction and do it again the other way, bringing myself back to where I was. During the session, Clayton went from fucking me from behind to sitting on Rod face while I blew Clayton or kneeling so Rod could blow him and I could rim him. Anytime I went for deeper penetration, Clayton went behind me again so I could assure eye-contact with Rod. We played several more hours in various combos and I headed home, promising to come back for both more group play and one-on-one's with each hot man. The following Tuesday, I got to do so with just Rod - I arrived at about 11AM - this time Rod took care of the party favors. We blew clouds, had a bit of G, did booty bumps and began a day long session. It was a wild day - though I fucked Rod on and off, most of the time I spent as a top I spent fisting since he was so delighted with last time. I was in his unbelievable hot muscle ass up to my elbow on my right arm, and just past my elbow on my left. And I got both hands in at the same time past the wrist. In exchange, Rod fucked me pretty frequently with that big thick cock of his. And get this... he gave me four loads. FOUR LOADS. I kid you not. Since I spend more time in most sessions topping, I don't get to be bred too often. So, even once is special... but FOUR? There were a few large group parties in my long career of man-sex where I was bred three times, and once or twice four... but always by different guys, never four loads from one! And between the chems and the company his huge cock not only didn't hurt, not only felt good, it felt GREAT. We were two happy pigs when I left with promises to return. I hope to rendezvous with Clayton soon, and get them both not too soon after!

Here is one of my stories from another site and decided to share it and mix it up on here This is a complete work of fiction if this offends you or is not allowed where you are or in your household then I hope you don't have anyone who will look through your history. I pulled up to the rest stop after driving for many hours happy to know I was close to the college campus I was to be atending. I parked and went to stretch my legs and walk around. I went to the bathroom to make sure I would be ok for the rest of my trip and didn't see anyone around so i went to the last stall pulled my shorts down and sat on the toilet. Soon after i was sitting down i could hear the door to the bathroom open and could hear the sounds of flipflops heading in my direction. The door to the stall next to me opened and the guy sat down as well. I started to stroke myself after seeing the strong pair of legs next to me. I could see a tarus zodiac symbol on his foot and i found that to be a turn on. The guy next to me raised and tapped his foot under the partitan three time and I knew what that meant so i did the same to him in return. I didn't see this but the toilet paper holder was slid aside leaving a large enough hole for the mighty cock that was pushed through. My mouth watered at the sight of this mighty piece of flesh and i sank to my knees and devoured as much of it as i could do. I was able to get this thick 8 inch cock at least all the way down my throat thanks to all my years of sucking off the football team and they all were just as pleased and as big as my neighbor here. I was able to fish pull my shorts and underwear in a fluid motoin without interupting the blowjob. I scooped up some of the saliva from the wetness of the blowjob and started to use it to finger my ass in hopes of getting him to fuck me as well. After about 5 minuets of a sloppy wet blowjob I stood up and aimed the head of this slick cock to my hole and was able to take it completly down to the balls in one fluid motion causing my neighbor to moan loudly in snyc with eachother I was happy that no one else was there to cause us to stop. He started to pick up speed and fucked me ravagily and i was loving every moment of it. The feeling of my neighbor pulling out and shoving all of the way back in told me that he was getting close to cumming and i was ready to get filled with his load. With a final thrust i could feel his cock unload a massive amount of cum into my hole causing me to paint the wall in my own load. After my neighbor caught his breath he slid out of my hole and i clentched to keep his load in me for as long as i could. He pulled up his shorts and left the stall and i sat back down on the seat and started to fish out the load from my ass and licked it from my fingers. It tasted so sweet i wished i had so much more of it for later. Once my hole was clean of the guys load i pulled my shorts up and got back into my car to finish the trip to the school. About an hour more and i pulled onto the campus and was all signed in and ready to go to my dorm room and crash for the night. I followed the map that was given to me and found the building that i was assigned to and grabbed what i wanted to bring in for the night and planned on getting the rest in the morning. I found my room number and knocked on the door with my foot since my hands were full. What I didn't expect to see was a strong red headed man standing there in nothing but a pair of tighty whiteys with a perfectly sculpted body standing there running a towel over his six pack. "Oh hey you must be our new roommate." I was taken aback when he said ours and then I thought i was seeind double when an identical redheaded hunk walked right behind the first in similar garb and doing the same to his equally impressive six pack. "Oh i guess they didn't tell you your roommates were twin brothers huh?" I shook my head no and they apoligized and let me in. I saw the only empty area and bed in the apartment and knew that it was to be mine. I set my things down and sat on my bed to wrap my head around this. "I'm Tommy and this is my brother Todd" the first one said. I greeted them both but couldnt help but gaze at the two of them and their impressive buldges in their tight undies. My mouth started to water again like from earlier and i wanted nothing better than yank both their underwear down and service both of these guys and i just met them. We chatted for a bit and i looked down at their feet enough to see that they both had the same tattoo on their foot. It was the same one as the guy from the bathroom from earlier and my mouth went dry. I couldn't believe that one of these ginger hunks had fucked me in the stall earlier and now i come to find out i will be living with him and that there is a second one now. This was going to be an awesome year in college with hopefully more action with these hunks.

I woke up with a raging hardon in the morning and remember the dream I just had in which my new roommates were fucking me at both ends. The sun was just starting to rise and there was just enough light for me to look over at the shared bed of my roomies and was turned on, even more, when I saw they were both naked and one of them had their cock buried in the others ass and the one I could see was rock hard. It took all my energy not to go over there at that moment and take it down my throat so I quickly grabbed my shower stuff and a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower and to relive my throbbing boner. Once in the shower, I replayed the scene in my room and made the change that I was in the middle of the two of them while they pumped their cocks in me at both ends. I used the wash I brought in and started to finger my hole and when I got three fingers in there I was once again interrupted by the sounds of the door opening up to tell me that another visitor has come in just like at the rest stop. I stopped what I was doing so I wouldn't make too much noise and let them know what I was up to. The shower curtain next to me opened up and I looked down and saw two sets of feet walk into the shower together and low and behold I could see the Taraus tattoo on the feet of both of my roommates and I almost came right there and then. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing when I saw both of their feet come under the stall and tap three times in unison and I couldn't pass this oppritunity so of course I tapped again like the rest stop. I looked for anything that would slide away but there wasn't one so I was confused as to how we were going to do this. I saw one of their hands appear under the stall so I took the hint and slid my ass under the stall with the top half of my body staying on my side. I loved the feeling of their hands probing my ass, spreading my cheeks and probing it with their finger and happy for the play time right before. Shortly after the probing a pair of the hands made the attempt to turn me over so I rolled onto my back so now my cock was available to the hunky twins playing with me. My eyes rolled in my head when I felt the two tounges running up the shaft of my seven inches and swirling around the tip of my cock before one of them engulphed it straight to the base in one swoop. The sensation was too overwelming I came in an instant shooting a good seven vollyes of cum down their throat. Once the intense orgasm was over I could feel the mouth be removed but I was still horny for more so my cock was still rock hard. My legs were raised in the air and I started to feel the brush of one of their cocks on my hole and I was lost in such pleasure to realise that one of them left the shower stall and walked over to mine just as the cock that was teasing my hole plunged inside in one great thrust causing me to gasp and open my eyes to the sight of one of the studs watching my reaction and storking his oozing cock. I looked at all of the precum that was dripping down the shaft of the gingers cock and making my mouth water. Once my utter shock was turned to a steady stream of moans the ginger stud fed me his whole cock that I took straight to his balls. I was so turned on that my fantasy that i just thought of happening was going on it triggered another breathtakeing orgasam and all i could do was clench and moan with my throat full of cock and clench with my ass just as full and I could feel the twins both loading me from each end at the exact same time. They both started to pull out and I was breathing heavly once I could and could feel and hear the pop of his brother's cock leaving my ass. Well brother I guess we have a roommate that will make the year at college very intersting. I could hear the other twin walk over and was happy to see the look of pleasure and surprise on his face as well and all I could do was smile and nod. Well boys once I found out who was at the rest stop i knew only once wouldn't be enough. They both looked surprised at eachother and smiled ear to ear. Well rommie get ready for more and welcome to our club they said at the same time and they both spread their assess and there I saw two matching biohazard tattoos over their holes and I was shocked more that I missed them let alone got bred by them on top of it. Once we were done in the shower we went back to our room and they went into the story of how they both wound up poz. They told me that they had been going to allot of the bathhouses off campus and that their father owned all of them and how he brought us to his most seedy one when we came of age and he made sure to have planned a conversion theme night to bring his boys into the family. They had been the center of attention for that night and was paraded around the place for everyone to see the fresh neg meat ready to be pozzed. Their dad made sure each of the guys at the bathhouse fucked his sons at least once and they all made sure to do so and come back for seconds until they all felt that they successfully impregnated the twins to their hearts desire. As soon as they were all done their dad took them straight to a tattoo parlor where he knew the artist specialized in biohazard tattoos and marked his only sons with their soon to be new status. Chuck the artist smiled as they walked in and was happy to start after dumping his dna to the mix and started with the first one as their father fucked one of them while they watched.

Jess you are doing great keep writing. Just to let everyone know Jess is my brother that lives with me.

"Oh yeah, take that poz load you fucking slut." It was the handlebar mustache fucking me. I liked his dick. It wasn't the huge one. It was thick with a big head and curved up. When he fucked me there was a lot of pressure on my prostate and he knew how to work it to make my useless bottom dick cum from amazing assgasm. "Take his gag off," someone ordered from the dark. Hands fumbled for a moment and then the gag was slowly, gently raised out of my mouth. Whoever removed it was a true gentleman and knew how much it would hurt having worn it so long. Hands were on my face massaging my cheeks and jaw. I kissed them as they passed over my lips. I felt a soft beard on my nose before the full lips were pressed against mine. Tongue deep in my mouth, I sucked on it and massaged it with my tongue. He pulled away and rubbed his beard across my cheek then whispered in my ear, "Beg for his load." It was Allen, the married guy who invited me. "Beg for his AIDS," he slapped my face. I cried out, "Fuck my neg hole. Give me that poz load. I want your AIDS. Make me toxic like you." The only sound was the clanking of the chain and grunting from the handlebar mustache as he shot his load deep in my ass. He reached down and grabbed the harness, pulling me up to meet his gaze. We locked eyes for a moment as he tried to figure out which part was the lie. His dick was still rock hard inside me. He leaned in to kiss me. He sucked and nibbled on my lips with such passion I wanted to tell him I loved him and almost did. "Well if the lying little slut wasn't poz, he definitely is now," the handlebar mustache slapped me hard. "Now tighten that hole boy. I'm going to fill you up with piss and you're going to keep it inside." "Yessir," I panted. He let out a long sigh. My wrecked cunt filled with hot piss, expanding, stretching, flushing all their poz loads deep inside me. "Keep that hole tight boy." He pulled his dick from my ass and walked around the crowd. "Suck it clean." I licked the mixture of all of their cum from his hairy balls. Teased him with my tongue. He shoved his dick all the way in my mouth. It fit perfectly, hitting the back of my throat just as his pubes pressed against my nose. I was so intent to lick and suck every drop of cum from his dick and pubes I didn't notice he was unlocking the shackles until I noticed the pain in my wrists. One by one they shoved their dicks in my mouth and I cleaned them with my tongue. The handlebar mustache was unlocking my ankle restraints when he said, "I'm going to plug your hole. You're going to be plugged all weekend. If you aren't getting fucked you'll be plugged." "Yessir." He pressed a large butt plug against my hole and worked it in. It was blunt and hurt, but then it was inside me and the neck stretched my ring just a little. Keeping me open. "I'm going to help you out of the sling now." He guided my feet from the stirrups and lowered my legs slowly. I sat up and let my feet touch the floor. My legs were shaky and sore. He kissed me gently and said, "You need to unload. You're going to cum in my ass, slut." My stomach was covered in my cum because I had been oozing all night from all the fucking. It was dry and sticky, but he spit on my stomach and wiped it down to my shaved dick. Then he spit on my dick. He sat on the sofa and put his legs up. I spit on his hole and started to go slow, but he wrapped his legs around me and pulled me into him. I pounded his hole just as firmly as he pounded mine and leaned forward to kiss him again. His mustache smelled of essential oils I couldn't identify, something woodsy and musky. His tongue was smooth, he whipped it gently in my mouth. In the moments we kissed I was madly in love with this leather muscle bear who pozzed me. It didn't take long for me to cum. We didn't stop kissing. I shot my load in his ass and kept fucking him while we kissed until my dick hurt. He whispered, "Good boy. Now let's take a nap before we head out." Everyone else had already gone to bed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down a hallway. Allen was already asleep in the bed. His husband must have been in another room. I crawled across the bed to Allen. He wrapped his arms around me and the handlebar got in, squeezing me between them. He kissed me gently again and exhaled, "I'm Carlos."

Yesterday I was working in London , I got chatting to a very hot coloured guy , we shared photos and I sent him my "Show reel" on Watts app ie me fucking , pulling out and a close up of the cum oozing out of the bottoms ass. He had great photos of him being fucked by a big white cock , and the closer was his tattoo on his lower back , a tramp stamp there is always a sign of a dirty fuck. After I finished I headed over , I decided not to shower but had him suck my cock and lick my salty sweat from my balls. It had been a difficult day and I relived my frustration by fucking the submissive guy all over the bed , culminating in him kneeling on the bed and me hammering a big load in to him from behind. As always no pulling out , I pumped a thick load deep in his ass. I'm in bed now looking for the next ass to dump in

Frequently (last time yesterday ) I am a self employed tradesman often working in empty properties , if I'm on site I'll always be on Grindr / BBRT sniffing around. If I see some local who looks interesting ,and he has told me they will take my load (I will always confirm that in advance - ie ask "If we meet I look to fuck BB and cum in your ass" ), ill lock up where I am and go fuck. Yesterday I was working in London , I got chatting to a very hot coloured guy , we shared photos and I sent him my "Show reel" on Watts app ie me fucking , pulling out and a close up of the cum oozing out of the bottoms ass. He had great photos of him being fucked by a big white cock , and the closer was his tattoo on his lower back , a tramp stamp there is always a sign of a dirty fuck. After I finished I headed over , I decided not to shower but had him suck my cock and lick my salty sweat from my balls. It had been a difficult day and I relived my frustration by fucking the submissive guy all over the bed , culminating in him kneeling on the bed and me hammering a big load in to him from behind. As always no pulling out , I pumped a thick load deep in his ass. I'm in bed now looking for the next ass to dump in

I teach at a state university and am currently chair of my department. Last year, I was without a secretary for 4 months because of state civil service insanity. It did mean that there was an hour at the end of each day when I was the only one around the office. One afternoon, I got hit up on Scruff by a hot young top. He was blonde and handsome and horny. He was also a student at my university. I am usually more circumspect about that, but he was very insistent. He came by my office at 4:30 and fucked me bent over my desk. He did it a few more times before the new secretary started.

Earlier this week a young muscle guy (early 20s) hit me up. Sometimes I don't see him for a long time and then suddenly he's back. Mostly into long oral edging sessions but fucks too sometimes. Makes me suck him for a long time and then when he feels he's getting to the point of no return makes me stop until the feeling goes away and tells me to continue. This time he made me go for so long that at one point my jaw started to hurt and I thought "fucking CUM already!". Been sucking and edging him more than half an hour. Then suddenly asked if I had prepped. Had my mouth full so just nodded yes. Told me to turn around, lubed up, worked his cock in my tight hole and started pounding. After 5 minutes or so he blasted his load. Felt him shaking so must have been a good one for him 😉 Normally he just pulls up his sweats and leaves only this time he said it had been great and we should do it again soon. Hell yeah!

After cleaning off the cum and my virgin blood off his cock I see the lust in his eyes and smile to him as he picks me up puts me on the bed. He takes the white powder puts some on the head of his dick and shoves in my sore hole. Soon my hole has that nice warm feeling as he piston fucks my hole. When he is finished he says to me that was a nice hole to break in and hope you enjoy your life here. I'm exhausted as I lay there and hearing sounds from the other rooms, some of people screaming in pain and others moans of pleasure. I'm wondering what kind of a place my Uncle is running here.Jess comes into the room and gives me a pill to take. I'm taken to a room with 4 men sitting on four sofas in a circle. Jess says he he is now go have some fun. These men are all over 40 with 8 inch plus dicks, I see a pipe as they hand it to me and say to me baby put your lips around the pipe and inhale the white smoke. I do and it hits me like a train and as I exhale I feel my pulse beating harder as I felt so exhausted from having my anal cheery broken, to now feeling so alive. I wish this chastity device was not on my dick as I'm so horny. The look on their faces is that of lust as one drags me over as I start to suck he cock. Someone has their face in my ass licking my hole and says what beautiful hole with a load in it already as he makes my ass really hard. I'm push off his cock and in the middle as they hand me a syringe and tell me to slam my self. Now what Jess was showing me before with the saline, but what is in this syringe? They hand be a belt to tie off my arm I find a vain , I see the flash of blood then push the plunger in. What happen next was a rush and thought I was going to die from coughing as I could not catch my breath. They are laughing as they grab and start to fuck me and use my body for their pleasure. What I can remember is they were having fun and my holes were really used, as later they gave me another slam as they were fucking me. When I work up later my hole was hurting but felt so full as it had a butt plug in it. In the door was was this very sick looking person with some tattoos and the biggest dick I have ever seen so far with a ring through the head of his dick with spikes. He said his name is Tommy and he takes care of all the chasers, I ask what a chaser is as he is laughing then says you will learn.

Once in the basement I see a syringe they tell me it's propofol to relax me for what's going to happen to me. I see the needle go in my arm and I'm told to count to 100, I get to 3 and the light go out. When I start to wake up I'm bound to a table that has a mirror on the ceiling. Uncle has removed what little hair I had, as he is stroking my dick. Uncle ask me how many times I have jerked off, I say once as my mother caught me and told me I would go blind if I jerked off. Uncle ask me how does it feel, It feels great as he stops. Uncle pulls out a ruler and measure my dick and gives the numbers to Jess, then takes out a syringe go in my arm and takes blood for testing. Uncle turns me over onto my stomach and reattaches the cuffs to the table. Once I'm on my stomach Uncle spreads my ass cheeks and sticks his tongue right on my hole and the feeling I'm getting is so wonderful as I moan in the ecstasy as his tongue does a dance around and into my hole.What I don't realize is my dick is like a rock and for the first time in my life my dick is pumping rope after rope of cum. Uncle and Jess take me off the table and tell me to lick up all the cum as it's my reward. They put on a scale. Weight: 120 lbs. Hight: 5 ft. 7 Dick: 9X6 Status: Negative Hole: Virgin Uncle says I have to be trained so they put a chastity cage on me. I'm strapped to a chair with my head so it could not move with headphones . In front is TV that I'm to watch willingly, for if I do not I will be hit with a cattle prod, as I don't know what it is Uncle shocks me as I jump against the restraints.The The TV starts up and it men kissing other men as they take off their clothes once they are naked they start to suck each other dick. This goes on for a few minutes then it's a older man and a younger boy as the younger boy is sucking dick. Then every few seconds a picture pops up RAW ONLY then it's back to the show. After a few hours of watch older men having sex with boys I'm taken out of the chair and told to rest. The next session is like the first one but the older male is telling the younger boy you want my load and the boy says YES and the word POZ shows up for a few seconds. This goes on for hours and when my eyes close the cattle prod goes off, the words POZ, HIV, RAW,LOADS,POZ ME keep showing up. This goes for days as I have lost all track of time and what day it is.

I have to admit that something about bloody ass fucking turns me the fuck ON! I have seen a few videos with a little blood but would love to find more. Even if it's even a bit more extreme, would still love to see it.

Sounds like a worthwhile investment, I love using the cruel condom , mostly as a bottom , but have dlid my cock in and ripped it along with an eager meg bottom seeking to convert . SUCCESS!!!!!

I Went on vacation to Germany with my (Now ex) Girlfriend my Brother and his Wife around the beginning of August, the first day in Berlin we must have walked a least 20 miles trying to see a lot of the tourist sites, by the time we got back to the hotel we all were so tired and sore, they had a hot tub and a steam room (they called it a "Wellness Center") down in the lower basement, my brother and i decide to go get massages while his wife and my Girlfriend went upstairs to go to bed, it was about 10 P.m. when we got to the wellness center the Attendant informed us that the massages were over at 9 but we could schedule an appointment for tomorrow. sad about that he told us that the hot tub would still be open till 11we said "Cool", he showed us to the locker room where we ask if they had swim trunks for us, he told us the hot tub was "Nude Only" (Germans seem to get naked every chance they get) i look at my brother and said "I don't care i'm going in!" he said "me Too!" my brother and i are about 16 year apart with different mothers but the same father, so the last time i saw him naked he was about 3 years old, he's about 5 ft 11, with dirty blond hair and green/blue eyes, he showed no shame taking off his shirt , pulling off his levis , standing in front of me in a pair of light-blue striped Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts, looking at me he said "Here I Go"! dropping is underwear to show an almost totally shaved cut cock, pretty big too almost seven inches soft an big low hanging Balls, i just thought to myself wow he's handsome all the way around, i quickly dropped my underwear too, trying not to stare to long at my naked brother, i put the rest of my clothes in the locker, grabbed a towel and headed to the Hot tub with my brother behind me, we got in and just let the bubbles do their magic, after about 30 or 35 min. the attendant came in and asked if we needed anything we said "no" he said "very good" "we usually close about 11 but since you're the only ones here, you can stay as long as you like, just make sure you turn the light off" he said "good night" and left, we sat in the hot tub about another 15 min, then it shut off, since we couldn't figure out how to work the timer (all in German) we went into the Sauna which had three levels , i sat on the middle and my brother sat on the top it was just the right amount of steam and heat, after about 5 min. the door opened and another hotel guest came in, he said hello in broken english , he was german , he sat on the third row too, but kind of close to me, just over my right shoulder, the steam was thick enough to cover his face but i could see his hair "Very" long Uncut cock and balls, he kept rubbing his balls that were hanging long and low, he scooted to the edge of bench touching me with his leg, (i knew what this was) i looked over my shoulder again and he was just plan jacking his 8 inch uncut hairy cock, so close to my face i could smell his crotch, i glanced over at brother in the corner to see if he could see us, i was pretty sure he couldn't, but this guys cock was leaking pre-cum on my shoulder, i decided to go for it i put his fat dick in my mouth and began to try and suck it, the angle made it difficult but it felt so good in my mouth, we thought we were quiet but between the guy making quiet moaning noises and me making quiet sucking noises i know my brother figured out what was going on, but by now i didn't care, i got the guy to sit down on the level i was on and i just went face first all the way down his shaft into his dark bush! i started moving my head up and down like a piston, i was so into trying to get his load when i came up for air , i noticed a foot next to me, and the guy i was sucking was sucking too! he was blowing my brother! he was having a really hard time because my brother's hard cock must have been at least 9 inches long with a really fat head, i was laying stomach down on the bench with my face still sucking this nice german cock, but the the guy got up went around to my ass and started eating it like there was no tomorrow! this drives me wild (Now), he flips me over on my back and keeps eating my ass (My Girlfriend would never do this) i'm really moaning at this point, then i'm being choked by one of the biggest cocks i've ever had! my brother started fucking my throat! i can't breathe the head of his cock is massive he's pumping my mouth like a pussy thats to tight, his balls hitting my forehead! i can taste his pre-cum leaking in my mouth and dripping on my face when he pulls out, then i feel a sharp pain i hadn't noticed that the german stopped eating my ass now he was trying to fuck my ass! holy fuck! he's using his spit for lube! it really hurts but it feels good too, my dick gets really hard, my ass starts to loosen up he's fucking my hole pretty easy now, i can feel that he's going all the way in now he's banging into me really hard, my brother stopped fucking my mouth just long enough for the german to start shooting his load in my ass! he pulls out and comes over to my mouth and puts the rest of his load down my throat, i can feel his dick starting to go soft, then holy fuck! my brother plunged his fat 9 inch cock balls deep into my ass, using the germans cum for lube no warm up or ease ing in he just rapes my hole! he fucks me so deep and fast, my ass hole stays open in between his thrust ! my cock gets evan harder, all i can hear is the sound of his huge balls slapping into me! all of a sudden i can feel his cock get bigger and start to pulse and twitch, which make me shoot my load all over my face without hands! his cock goes soft and slides out of the gaping sore hole which is my ass, i'm covered in my own cum, and about a cup of cum pours out of my ass when i stand up, the german guy says thanks (He had no idea we were related) and takes off , my brother just says "fuck, my Mary could never take dick like that!" turns out my brother is a little bit Bi-Sexual and he says he evan got a Blow job from my cousin, he said he loves his wife but got caught up in the moment, all i can say is i hope he wants to get caught up in the moment around thanksgiving! my ass was sore and loose for four days, oh it turns out at breakfast the next morning the other guy in the sauna was married too! man i love Germany!

I grew up on a farm never knowing my father only my mother. We raised some crops to eat as we are vegetarians so no meat for us. We would go to town once or twice a year to pick up supplies, my Mother would not let me talk to others as she said they were evil people. We had no TV , Internet Telephone or a radio in the house. I was homeschooled by my mother with the few books we had. A few days after I turned 18 Mother became really sick, so all I could do is go down to the road and flag down a car for help as a state trooper stop then called the ambulance. While at the hospital a man came up to me and said he was my uncle on my father side and stood by me while I waited for news about my mother. I was told by my uncle that Mother was dead and I was to go with him. In the car we drove back to the farm so I could collect my things, but my uncle was really looking through my mothers papers. Once he found them he told me I will be getting new clothes where we are going so I won't need the rage I have. We drove for 2 days until we came to my uncles home, it was a big building and he said it was all his. Once inside there was this boy Jess who is about me age . Jess was naked and hairless except for the cage on his cock and the metal collar around his neck, Uncle kiss him and ask is everything is ready, yes uncle. Jess ask if I wanted a glass of juice, I said yes, as I drank it it tasted funny with a metallic taste but I was thirsty , a few minutes later I could barely stand, as uncle and Jess help me to the basement.

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

When I was twenty-one I went through a rough patch of being unemployed while in college. I was living in Sacramento with my dad while going to school full time, but having a hard time with drugs. Luckily I was doing alright keeping it a secret from my dad who wasn't home much to notice. I needed money to support my habit. I was smoking ounces of weed every week and snorting a lot of cocaine, which made it really easy to drink way too much at the bars. A friend suggested that I go into business through Craigslist, offering nude services for older, lonely men. I posted a "naked houseboy" ad and quickly began working as a maid for a few men in the area. Business picked up by word of mouth and I started getting requests to meet guys in hotels. A regular even collared me and took me with him on business trips. It was end of summer 2006, a few months shy of my 22nd birthday. I was wearing a jock strap standing on an eight foot ladder, scrubbing the top of the kitchen cabinets in this expensive midtown Craftsman while the owner, an older married guy who typically liked to sit and jerk off with his partner while I cleaned for them, was polishing some silver fondue set they had recently used. "Have you ever been to Folsom Street Fair?" He asked. "No." There was a brief pause like he was thinking about something that made me uncomfortable, so I kept talking, "I've wanted to go, but I honestly don't drive into San Francisco very much. I don't usually stay overnight because most of my friends live in dorms and it's a long drive back." He hesitated, but finally asked, "If you had a place to stay would you be interested in joining us." I didn't hesitate, "Sure." "We go every year," he explained. "Our friends host a gangbang to start the weekend and then we all go for the fair Saturday and either go our separate ways or return to the apartment for more festivities and brunch Sunday. It's a poz group. You are poz, right?" "Yes," I lied. "Okay, because it's a poz-only gangbang. Not everyone is on meds, so it's high-risk with strain-swapping." "Sounds hot." "And I'm sure they'll just love you," he put a little too much emphasis on the word love. A few weeks later I was semi-stiff massaging my balls in the back of their Mercedes as we drove into San Francisco. It was a drive I knew well since I drove it regularly my entire life to visit my grandparents. But I wouldn't be seeing any family this trip. The sun on the horizon cast an amber glow the reflected off windows on the west side of the city. It was blinding walking up the old concrete steps to the front door. Before we even knocked, an older bald man opened the door in a leather jock and harness. "You weren't wrong," he exclaimed through a grey handlebar mustache. He pulled me in for a firm hug, "Oh, I can't wait to get you in the sling." There were three guys inside, all wearing leather, watching porn in the living room. A sling had been set up in the middle of the room and a play sheet was draped over the sofa. I was handed a leather harness and told where to get ready. When I returned to the living room they were hard and ready. My dick hung, swelling in a leather cock ring and the harness was a little loose. My friends helped me into the sling and kissed me. I could feel their hands on my chest, pinching my nipples, massaging my balls, pressing my perineum until I was dripping precum. They pulled my arms up over my head and cuffed me to the sling. Then they lifted my feet and shackled them too. I was neg slut who stealthed his way into a poz only gangbang where I apparently about to become the main attraction and I couldn't escape. Thehandlebar mustache appeared over me, looking down. He lifted a ball gag up to my lips and buckled it securely into place. "How does that feel you fucking slut? Are you ready? Because we're going to wreck that young little cunt." I was looking so deeply into his olive eyes I hadn't even noticed the growing crowd around me. Slippery fingers plunged into my hole. "Damn, I thought you said this kid was a prostitute. He is tight as a virgin." "He isn't a prostitute. He's just our houseboy." Two fingers became three and then another hand was fighting for it's turn. The room was dark with a red glow from a lamp in the corner. Dark enough that I couldn't make out who was fucking me because the light was at their back, their faces were all in shadows. One by one they fucked my hole over and over. One of them had a large and thick dick that hurt at first, but with all the cum in my ass it quickly passed. I lost count of how many loads I felt shooting inside me. Then the room began to fill with light from outside. "Oh fuck, it's already morning," grunted one of them.

St Louis Club had "Lights Out" party last Thursday of the month last night. Got my fave room, by the dark room. Spent lot of time servicing cock in the pit. One guy was trying to fuck me while i was sucking dick. I said "Follow me" to the fuck bench. Got a few loads rapidly in my cumhole. Went back to the pit. Hot man said lets go to your room. He fucked me good. Next Dude from the pit said follow me, and bred me deep with a bbc. Watched this pretty guy get his dick sucked by grandpa, I said "Can I blow my load on you?" He replied "We don't like that." My cum got wasted on the floor. I got dressed and left about 11pm. Just hanging my ass out with jockstrap and open door gets me nothing. Nobody I wanted to breed anyway. XOX

Any bottoms or tops want to come and make some videos?

The hot twink who has been breeding me 4-5 times a month since summer hit me up tonight. He was driving back into town in an hour, and he wanted to pump a load in me. I told him sure and went to clean out. After I got out of the shower, I got a tap on Grindr from a guy whose handle was a bunch of emojis around the letters DL and BBC. I had seen him on before, but we hadn’t spoken. I sent him a couple of butt pics, and he sent me a photo of a gorgeous lean torso above a thick 8” cock. I told him I wanted it in me. He asked if I had condoms. I told him I didn’t have them or let them be used. He said he had to because he was “secretly bi” (not much of a secret, buddy). I told him I understood, but it was a deal breaker for me. After several minutes, he messaged, “you want to fuck?” Just then, the twink messaged to say he was turning onto my street. I told DLBBC that we could fuck, but he would have to wait his turn and take sloppy seconds. As I expected this was too much for him. I told him to hit me up another time. I would have liked to get both loads, but I wasn’t going to piss off a sure thing over this guy. The twink arrived, and we headed to the bedroom. He had on a lot of layers, so it took him a while to get naked. He told me to go ahead and lay down on my belly. He climbed on and gave me a nice 5 minute fuck until he came inside me. He kept pumping for another few minutes, but eventually he told me he couldn’t shoot a second time tonight. He took off pretty quick. I am enjoying the “jizz joy” as I finger my hole.

Not sure if this counts, but when I first graduated from high school I got a job through a temp agency at a cold storage warehouse where I met this cute stud. He seemed like he was twice my size and sort of took me under his wing. Everytime he talked to me he called me "buddy" which made my ass tremble. After I left to go to work at my current job I saw him at a gas station and he asked if I wanted to hang out. I thought he was straight but when I went to his place he asked me what I wanted to do and we ended up fucking. The next day he texted me and asked if I wanted to come see him at work. It was him and one other guy working in the warehouse so when he slipped away no one knew. We went into the bathroom and he took his freezer suit off and fucked me from the back while I held onto the sink. It was hot.

I do like the idea of a credit/debit and escalator (points reducing over time) system- it strikes me as a way to not be over-strict if a user who has been otherwise well behaved makes a simple error of posting in the wrong area... new user with no credit could be hit harder than a regular who has a better reputation. The ability to be able to respond to the admin who gave the punishment would be useful.

When I awoke they were already out of bed. It must have been around noon judging by the angles of light I could see through the window. I could hear voices down the hall, so I wandered naked toward the voices. The plug was heavy against my prostate as I padded barefoot across the old oak floors. My morning wood stayed firm from the pressure of the plug and the leather cockring I still wore. "Oh, to be young and full of cum," Carlos said as I entered the room. "Look at that dick." He grabbed me by the balls and kissed me, then he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Let's go shower and get ready." "Yessir." "Such a good boy." His green eyes sparkled. "Chris and Nathan are meeting us down there. They already left for lunch. I'll show you wear the shower is." Carlos guided me down the hall to the bathroom. He put his large, calloused hands on my neck, cradling my head. I leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped me and pressured me to my knees. He wasn't hard. I rubbed my nose under his balls, applying pressure and massaging him with my face. I licked his balls and sucked on them. I tried to get both in my mouth, but they were too large. His dick swelled against my cheek as I worked his balls. My stomach grumbled loudly. "Oh, you are hungry," he laughed. "I guess I should feed you." He looked down at me and caressed my cheek with his hand, guiding my head back. His dick rubbed against my cheek as I tilted my head back and stared into his gorgeous eyes. I couldn't even tell what color they were because the shade of green seemed to brighten and darken with different lighting. His dick was at my lips. I stuck my tongue out to catch a drop of precum. It was saltier than a lot of cum I'd tasted, but not at all bitter. He pulled my hair until his dick hit the back of my throat and I couldn't breathe because my nose was shoved against his soft black pubes. He pulled my hair again, pulling me back so I could breathe again. We locked eyes again and he spoke, "Blink once for 'yes' and twice for 'no'." I kept sucking his dick rubbing my tongue along the shaft and head as much as I could despite his firm grip on my hair. "Did you lie to get into my party?" I blinked. He pulled my hair hard, pounding his dick to the back of my throat, this time much harder than before, making me gag on his dick briefly then pulling my hair back to release me again. "You are negative?" I blinked. He released his clutch on my hair and ran his fingers through my soft brown coif to the back of my head. This time he gently fucked my mouth for minute. The large head just hitting the back of my throat and oozing precum along my tongue as he pulled back until my lips were around the coronal ridge and I whipped my tongue around the tip sucking precum from his thick dick because I truly was starving and I needed it. He became forceful again, fucking my face so hard my nose was sore. I was gagging on his dick. Tears welling in my eyes as I struggled to breathe. And then he slowed. He ran his fingers through my coif again, "Allen told you this was supposed to be a poz-only load swapping party?" I blinked. "And you lied because you want to be poz?" I blinked. "You want my poz load in your mouth right now, don't you boy?" I blinked. He pulled my hair again, pulled his dick out of my mouth. He bent down and spit in my mouth. Then he continued to work his dick between my lips. He fucked my mouth gently and we stared in each other's eyes until he started to cum. He closed his eyes and leaned back. I kept my gaze up waiting for him to look into my eyes again. His load was thick like pudding on my tongue. Salty with a hint of molasses. I swallowed. His dick oozed loads of thick cum filling my mouth. I swallowed again. He leaned forward to meet my waiting gaze. My eyes must have sparkled through the tears because he ran his fingers through my coif again and remarked, "You're such a gorgeous slut." I kept my lips on his dick, gently sucking and working the head to get every drop. Carlos lifted me up off the floor and licked a bit of cum from my bottom lip. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. I sucked his tongue until he pulled it out and bit my lip. He held my bottom lip firmly between his teeth applying enough pressure that it hurt. He gritted through his teeth, "You want to be my poz slut?" "Yessir." He bit down harder and pulled away splitting my lip open. His teeth were big and yellow, probably from years of smoking, although he didn't smell of cigarettes. He stuck his tongue out at me and bit down on the tip. I could see the blood beading up from his tongue and taste my own from my lip. Blood was just about to drip from his tongue when he pressed it to my bottom lip and licked. He gently licked my lips in a circular motion. Then we kissed. The taste of our blood mixing in my mouth as our tongues met and whirled. I couldn't control myself anymore, "I love you." He smiled. "Let's get cleaned up." We stepped into the shower together. He squirted a handful of lube from a bottle on the side of the tub and began to massage around my hole. He told me to squat and push and as I did he pulled the plug from my ass. A slimy mix of piss and cum whooshed out between my feet. "Good boy." He massaged my gaping hole with his lubed fingers. "I own you now. Anything you want you can have, but you must have my permission." "Yessir." He turned the water on and stood in front of me. The hot shower burned my back, just how I like it. I got down on my knees and kissed his dick. "Open your mouth, boy." He started to piss and I opened my mouth just in time to catch it. It was salty and mildly bitter with an odd musky flavor and a hint of maple that was confusing. I found it delicious and wanted more. "I want to be your urinal, sir. I want to drink all of your piss. I don't want you to waste it in a toilet." "Good boy." Carlos grabbed the steel douche from its holster and turned the knob. He cleaned my ass for me. It was strange being so vulnerable to another man. Luckily it wasn't too embarrassing as I hadn't eaten in more than a day and had cleaned out very deep in preparation for the night before. We were both hard, kissing, pressing our dicks together as he reached around and used the steel nozzle on my ass. "How many loads are you going to take this weekend?" He asked. "All of them, sir." He smiled, "Good boy."

When not watching the videos about men fucking, sucking dick and bottoms begging for POZ loads. Jess is teaching me how to clean out my hole and how to suck dick with a small one and going larger till I'm gagging, that when ever a dick is near your mouth you are to suck, I'm shown how to use poppers as Jess says it helps you be a better cum dump. Jess has a syringe and loads it up with saline then teaches me how to find a vain and inject it into him, then inject into my self. I ask what's this for as Jess is laughing and says you will find out soon enough. Jess is so hot looking with these tattoos and body piercings and how he acts towards me. The videos are now giving me a hard on and I want to grab my dick and jerk off, but the chastity cage is preventing me from doing that. I'm getting very little sleep as all I can think about is dick now and how much I want one in my ass or mouth. To suck it until its hard, in my ass giving me that beautiful cum. Uncle puts a chain to the steel collar around my neck and takes me out of the basement to the top floor. I see 4 doors some you can hear people in them but it hard to make out what is going on. When the door is open Uncle introduces me to Dana and like me he is has a metal collar and a chastity device . The room is small just a bed with mirrors on the walls and ceiling and a bed a small bathroom. The TV is on with people about our age making out, Dana comes to me and gives me a kiss as his tongue is in my mouth so I respond the same way. Soon we are on the bed with Dana working over my nipples bitting them rubbing my cage turning me over spreading my cheeks putting his tongue on my hole, then putting a finger in then two and I'm in heaven. When he stope I do the same to Dana and like me the pre cum is leaking out of our chastity cages. Dana tells me we are being filmed so lets just enjoy each other bodies. The door opens as Dana an I are in each others arms enjoying our bodies. Uncle tell me to get cleaned up and out as he will be back, I ask Dana what's going on as he is laughing then says you have date. I look at him, A DATE, yes you are going to a room and get fuck and as he say that my heart is racing with excitement as it will be my first. Dana since you have never been fuck its going to hurt but in time you will enjoy it then beg to be fuck like me. Uncle comes in and take me down stairs and as we are walking he say this is your first day down the road of depravity as we pas Jess leading this skinny man who looks very sick with many tattoos with a P.A. on the tip of his dick, but the one thing I notice he is rock hard. I'm put in a room and told to wait here, a few minutes an older man in his 60s comes in naked. For some reason I get on my knees and go for his dick as I have been brain washed. He just stands there while I suck his dick, he is getting hard as its a 7 inch dick. He pushes me away and says your first load with be in that virgin ass. Get on all 4s on the bed he commands me, then he buried his face in my cheeks as he tongues my hole and probes it with his fingers. I see two syringes on the table one with a needle and one without. He takes the one with the needle and shoots it into his dick and it starts to get bigger, then says now it is ready to wreck your hole. The other one without the needle but a long tube he puts in my hole, then a few minutes later it starts to burn, it feels great. He hands me poppers an o take five good hits in each nostril, as my hole wants something in it NOW. I feel my first dick rubbing against my hole and the suspense is killing me as I say to him please fuck me, then the head goes in and does not stop until all 7 inches is in me. I have never felt pain like this before as the only lube he is using is his spit. I'm screaming and he says scream all you want bitch as he pulls out and back in as he is fucking me as hard and fast as he can. I hear him grunting as he is cumming as he falls right on top of me in exhaustion with his dick still me, but I like the feeling as his dick is shrinking and once out he rolls over. Something in my brain tells me to go suck his dick. I see the cum but also the blood as he says to me you are no longer a virgin but a hole to be used. How do you like it and where do you want it to go?

Hell yes; so fucking HOT !

Took ronnie4u's suggestion and checked out barebackbastards dot com. Under the "Fetish and Extreme" tag, if you plow through enough pages, there are a couple of nice "toothbrushing" vids, and a couple of fuck scenes where the top's cock is showing a blood streak as he pulls back. What I've never seen, and what would be fucking hot, would be where the poz top cums inside the bottom, then pulls out and feeds his cummy, blood-streaked cock to the bottom. Or, the poz top felches out the bloody cum and feeds it to the bottom. Goddamn fucking wild.

I’m thomas , Dans “son” a cruel condom is as cruel to the top as the bottom. I invented the ass ripper dildo. It has two SMALL sharp barbs stuck in it just behind the glans. Difficult to see and goes in smooth but rips the ass or female pussy on every outstroke. I’m a very very evil guy.

He grabbed me almost violently, yanking on my jock waistband as if it was a leash attached to a pet collar. He pushed and shoved my body forcefully, rearranging my position on the barber's chair, so suddenly, that I hadn't realized I had been standing for a second before I was pushed HARD back on the chair. He manhandled me, arranging my elbows so they were now resting on the seat, my upper body parallel to the cushion, my chest pressed on the leather, my head facing forward. I saw it before I felt it. It was in the mirror a foot or so way from me but it may as well have been a telescopic vision as it looked obscenely large, as if that was even possible. The head seemed fatter and engorged. Had it gotten bigger since it had been in my mouth moments ago? Or how long ago was THAT? The warm still air in the shop, mixed with the scents of our sweaty bodies with the antiseptic and grooming product aromas lingering around us, seemed to be playing tricks on my perception. We both were sweating profusely, beads of perspiration trickling from me, adding another layer of sheen to the worn leather of the chair. I looked at him in the mirror and from my viewing angle, the reflection of his head was cut in the diagonal crack in the glass. His left eye appeared normal, the other eye on the face was off centered with the iris and pupil appearing to be consumed in black. The thick uncut cockhead entered without any restriction. I am not even sure I felt it as my hunger had been building for quite a long time now that I wondered if this was really happening or some deranged wishful thinking. His thick dick slid into my hole, sans spit or other lubrication other than my own natural manhole juice I was creating from my hunger. I turned my gaze from the mirror and tried to balance myself in the forced position on the chair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at his strange reflection anymore. I wanted to savor the sensation of his thick dick throbbing at my hole, in the blackness of my mind, unobstructed by my visual distractions. My heartbeat seemed to be getting louder as I took a deep breath. "You been askin' for THIS, huh Boy?" The dick head remained where it was at the entrance of my very hungry manhole. "How it feelin'?" "Fuck!" I exclaimed, my eyes still shut. "It feels great! It feels so thick, nice and fat!" I squirmed a little wanting to get more of that shaft inside me. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, daring him. He grabbed the waistband of my jock, pulling again on them tightly with such FORCE that my back and upper body suddenly jerked. "DON'T BE FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME WHAT TO DO!!!" He yelled angrily. "I told you earlier : you ain't makin' the rules here. YA HEAR?!?" Outside a car on the avenue seemed to swerve as I heard the sounds of tires running hard and violently against the road surface. The summer evening humidity creeped in from the street, under the locked shop door, crawling on the linoleum floor and up the barber"s chair. He yanked hard on my jock again and then with his right hand shoved my upper body forward that my weight crashed on itself, my elbows unfolding, my chest hitting the warm seat of the chair. My left arm slammed against the hard metal side of the chair. A sharp intense pain came over me. I felt his thick cockhead trace against my asslips again and any discomfort I had just experienced seemed to quickly evaporate. He carefully moved his dickhead against my opening, just slowly, up and down, up and down but with a little pressure so it felt as if the bulbous head would enter at any moment. All he had to do was push. But he didn't. Instead he repeated this tease over and over, toying with me. I squirmed as it all felt magnificent. Suddenly, he shoved his thick shaft into me HARD and swift. And as open, as hungry as my hole was, it still took me by surprise, the roughness of the entry mixed with his sudden forcefulness and change of tone. But I didn't care. A feeling of exasperation and fulfillment came over me as if the inner heat from the large booty bump from earlier was finally subsisting, like smoldering sparks of a raging fire finally settling down. But the heat was still there. He stayed in his current position, barely moving. I finally opened my eyes and turned my head to gaze at our reflection. His head was cocked back, his arms extended, holding on to my waistband of my jock. His eyes were closed now and I could see he was muttering under his breath so low, that I barely heared him. I was only aware of it as I saw the slow movement of his thick lips in his reflection. "Muthafukka...muthafukka...," he whispered to himself. There was a slight sensation of rocking as I sensed his thick dick head sliding inside me but barely an inch was entering me, in and out, in and out. My hole was just so sensitive that everything felt MAGNIFIED. I was rolling my head uncontrollably on the chair, the cheek on my face rubbing against the leather. The dampness of my sweat made the leather feel slick. His subtle fucking continued at this slow pace. I was satisfied that he was finally inside me. I looked at the mirror again and was surprised to see most of his thick shaft OUTSIDE of me. The cock head was sliding in and out of my hole, stretching my asslips as he would pull out, the soft flesh swollen and clinging to this thick shaft, sliding in and out. He was b a r e l y in me. And yet I was feeling completely turned on by his limited entry. The thickness of the cock head, his deliberately slower pace, and the constant pushing and pulling at my asslips was providing a new sensation. It was like the stretch when someone was fisting me but less so and yet more intense at the same time. He kept going, slowly, methodically, in some studied rhythm. I kept watching our reflection, impressed at his skill and how he was making my hole feel with just the limited entry. I could sometimes see the edge of his foreskin wrapped tight and pulled back at the rim of his forehead as he pulled out carefully. And then it would disappear as he would plunge back into my willing and hungry hole. Whatever fire that had been subsiding earlier seemed to slowly creep back in as the effect of the booty bump would rise and fall, like a tide washing in. The engorged dark shaft appeared larger again. The heat in the shop and inside me from all the drugs were all playing with my perception. The fact that his cock was only partially inside with just the head carefully going in and out made his shaft appear longer in the mirror. It was like a camera trick and yet what I was experiencing between my legs only seemed to substantiate it. His skill made my hole so content and filled, even if it was only a few inches of his bulbous cockhead entering me. I didn't want it to end, it felt so good. I could have stayed in this position forever. The shaft pushed and pulled slowly, quickly, slowly again and then VIOLENTLY. Every now and then he would shove HARD all the way inside me. My body would jerk forward by the sudden assault, the shock and surprise of the feeling of his mass and volume completing me. And before I could really savor it, before I could relax my inner muscles of my hole to let him gain more entry, before I could mentally visualize it all inside me-he would pull out quickly. "How's that special pussy feelin' now?" He suddenly spoke, the deep voice penetrating the silence and warm, still air in the room. He pushed in carefully and pulled out in the same fashion. I moaned. It was all I could utter in response. He lunged in HARD again, shoving my upper body forward on the chair. I caught my breath, but barely had time to feel his thickness and mass inside me again before he suddenly pulled all the way out. He retreated so quickly and violently that if felt more criminal that he would leave me so empty, so void. The unexpected emptiness was almost painful as my manhole pulsed from the shock, my heart beat coming back in a loud drum, louder and louder as if it was a soundtrack to the sudden turn of events. I looked in the mirror. My face couldn't conceal my silent disappointment, my hunger. He pulled away from the chair and grabbed the poppers bottle that he had set aside earlier on the counter. "Get up Boy!" He commanded. I took a deep breath and slowly applied pressure on my arms to push me upwards from the chair. I took another careful, deep breath. My heart was beating faster and faster. I swear the sound was thundering in the room. His left arm suddenly grabbed me by my jock waistband as he helped me off the chair. I stood in front of him, trying to regain my balance from the change of position and dizziness. "Get that broom and dustpan," he motioned to one corner of the shop. What?" I was puzzled, confused and still dizzy. "You heard me Boy." I walked to the corner, leaned down to the floor and grabbed the dustpan with my left hand and stood straight and grabbed the broom with my other arm. I looked at him, still bewildered. "Now get over here and get on your knees and sweep all that mess of your hairs around us." "You can't be serious," I instinctively replied, almost sarcastically. He suddenly stepped forward and slapped me HARD with his free hand. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I dropped the dustpan, the metal banged on the floor and seemed to echo for a moment until it was enveloped by the air in the room that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. In between us, on the ceiling, the fluorescent light snapped away again, almost on cue to that moment, the lighting in the room getting dimmer in an instant. "I ain't gonna tell you twice," he said slowly, sternly. I looked at him, almost angry, my heartbeat getting louder and louder. He wasn't smiling or moving. I looked at his thick uncut shaft, still erect and glistening from my hole's juices. I saw the firmness in his stare so I bent down again, this time with my whole body, kneeling on the linoleum floor, collecting the dustpan with my left hand and holding the broom with my other. "You know what to do," he instructed. This wasn't easy. For one, I was very high. Whatever fire I had inside me seemed to have been quickly reignited with the unexpected slap on my face. It still stung on my cheek, his sudden explosion on me. But it burned even more in the emptiness between my legs. I bent forward with my upper body so it was angled lower to the floor with my legs spread wide for balance as my arms tried to sweep the tiny black needles of my clipped hair that was scattered all around us. I couldn't use my arms to support my balance so I spread my legs further, using the weight of my lower body for support, my ass in the air. I heard him step behind me. I was too low now. I didn't have the advantage of the mirrors around us to observe the situation at this level. He paced around me as I could only see his bare legs and his big feet still wearing the beat-up sneakers. I saw the base of the barber's chair behind me and the other chairs around us. Somehow the light from the ceiling didn't seem to penetrate down this deep so the room from this perspective seemed darker, dirtier. He continued to step around me slowly until he was behind me. And then he bent down and I felt part of his large mass and weight of his upper body on my back. "I want those floors spotless," he leaned into my side, whispering in my right ear. Suddenly his hands were around my head, one hand holding the poppers under my nostrils. "You know what to do," he repeated. I breathed deep, deeper than I thought possible. And as alarmed as I was from his unexpected assault earlier, I still wanted to please him. He positioned the bottle under the left nostril, then the right. My breaths were long and focused. And then he placed the bottle one last time on the left side again. I took an even larger breath and inhaled as long as I could as my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. I felt as if I was spinning even more as my head, now lower to the floor, seemed to accentuate the chemical fumes entering me. His weight on my back released itself from me as he positioned himself behind me. I heard him take his own deep, long breaths from the bottle and then a sound that made me realize he was inhaling the sharp, nasty air into his mouth. I heard him quickly seal the cap and set the bottle aside on the floor. "Sweep, Boy!" He yelled, his voice suddenly muffled as his mouth enveloped my hole, his hands at my ass cheeks, pulling them apart obscenely wide as he exhaled the poppers into my burning hole. It was like throwing a lit match into a pool of gasoline. My hole erupted in a new layer of heat, hunger and anticipation. I tried to do as he commanded but it was impossible. The haze of my earlier poppers intake, my body angle made me even more dizzy and unbalanced, and this new sensation on my manhole was too much to bear. I was trying to please him but regardless of how I tried I could barely get any of the mess of tiny hairs on the floor in the dustpan. One moment I would manage to push the broom to collect and push the tiny shreds of hair. The next moment, my daze and condition would take over me and I would spill the contents back on the floor making more of a mess. "Muthafukka...," he muttered, in between breaths, his tongue diving deep into my my now even, hungrier hole. Beads of sweat rained down from my head to the floor. How was it that it was hotter down at this level? Wasn't heat supposed to rise? Or maybe it was : from my head to my ass that was higher in my kneeling position. I was sweating so much that miniature pools were being created on the floor surface, my tiny black hairs floating and gliding around in the perspiration. The hairs appeared to multiply and take over the tiny lakes of sweat on the floor, almost like the blackness consuming his eyes from earlier. He devoured my manhole. He was like a madman speaking an unintelligible language in between my ass. The poppers we had shared was hitting me hard. My upper body-angled lower on the floor-only accentuated the intense dizziness and floating experience I was going through. And of course there was the massive booty bump from earlier and his uncut cockhead teasing that seemed to have gone on for an eternity that added to whatever I was now feeling. It was as if everything he did was some prolonged extra-sensory experience, some expected and heightened more than I was used to, and some completely unexpected, unscripted. I only wanted more. His fat tongue glided slowly up inside my hole. I could feel the thick tip of it enter me, licking on my upper manhole wall. There was a rough coarseness to his tongue that I could sense that contrasted to the soft, moist textures of the inside of my manhole. All my sensations seemed so heightened that I wasn't surprised I could fathom this. And then the tongue would exit, yet continue to lick away, the roughness sliding along the freshly shaved smooth skin around my pulsing manhole. There was the addition of his beard which was surprisingly stiff and bristling. It felt like a rake against my hole. Every movement of his mouth around my hole would illicit a mix of sharp intense prickling pain like hundreds of tiny needles stabbing my sensitive shaved skin. His saliva was mixing with the layer of sweat in between my hole and balls causing so much moistness I could feel it run down my inner thighs, thin rivers of sex sliding down my legs, connecting with the pools of our perspiration on the floor, my tiny black shreds of hairs sailing on the surface. And then he would pull his tongue into his mouth for a moment, wetting it with more with his saliva. His entire mouth would consume my hole and he would suck on it slowly. He sucked with a gentle force to create a vacuum. And then he would release it quickly so that a puckering sound, moist and wet, would come from between my legs. And then he would kiss my hole again with that big mouth and suck some more, creating the vacuum again and release it as suddenly as it had started. He repeated this over and over, the smack and wet noises getting louder, nastier, almost like a sordid rhythm. My manpussy was singing. It was driving me crazy with the dizziness in my head from everything. And just as I was really getting into the intense sensations, his tongue and mouth would suddenly retreat. It was like he knew I was riding on the feeling, almost at its peak, and just before I would hit that high note he would suddenly stop. It felt deliberate. It felt calculated. It felt fucking great. His hands would pull my ass further apart like he was tying to rip me in half. My hole felt wider, bigger. His fat tongue would invade me again. Harder, tougher, pushing with force to gain more entry. The fat, rough tongue would suddenly lap at my burning manhole, furiously flicking at such a pace that every lick felt like a moist stabbing at my hole. I was shaking uncontrollably from the over-stimulation. He was groaning as he ate my manhole, muttering under his breath. "Muthaaa..." The fat tongue would lap rapidly on my hole. "...fukkaaaa...." The tongue would dive deeper, harder. It was too much. I was on hyper-stimulation overload. I dropped the dustpan, the loud clanging of the metal hitting the floor rang in the shop. Little black hairs littered the floor. "WHAT THE..." His mouth pulled away from my hole, his hands pushing away from me. I turned my head slightly to see him suddenly kneel straight up, pulling away from my backside. "DIDN'T I SAY TO CLEAN THIS MESS?!?" His voice boomed in the space. SLAP!!! The sudden sting of his hand hitting my ass took me by surprise. He hit me with such force that my body jerked forward slightly from the assault. SLAP!!! Another swing on my other cheek. My heartbeat was back in the forefront, the rhythm beating faster, louder. The residue of the slaps on my ass burned. I sensed the heat building again as my manhole was left vacant of any activity. It seemed to protest the lack of tongue, dick, and fingers by burning more intensely. "Look at this fuckin' mess!" He complained, getting up now and circling around me. I adjusted my upper body, lifting it from its current lowered position. Suddenly I felt his right foot on my head, the dirty beat-up sneaker pushing on me. "Did I say you could stand up, Boy?" His foot applied more pressure, pushing my head lower and lower to the floor. I could not speak. The burning between my legs was getting more intense that I couldn't comprehend a reply. I nodded my head slightly in response as he continued to apply pressure with his foot, my head so low now that my left cheek was brushing against a pool of perspiration on the floor that was covered with my shredded black hairs. "You disappoint me Boy!" He removed his foot from my head and I heard him walk around me, kicking the broom away from us as it banged against one of the barber chairs and resettled against the corner floor. I lifted my head slightly, careful to not offend him. I so wanted to please him so he could continue with my burning, needy manhole. He lunged forward unexpectedly, his left foot now on my head, pressure applying itself until my face was again at the floor. I groaned. I was hating it and loving it at the same time. My manhole pulsed from the excitement. He grabbed the dustpan away from me and suddenly released his foot from my head. I exhaled a deep breath and turned my gaze silently watching him approach the counter, the dustpan in one hand, his thick uncut monster cock swaying as he moved. I tried not to look. I didn't want him hitting me again although the sudden assaults did excite me. I could feel my hole pulsing, needy for his attention. I heard water running from the shampoo sink station and wondered what he was doing. The water shut off and from my angle I could see he was approaching the counter. He was fumbling through my parrTy kit. He approached me again, the dirty best-up sneakers were now near my head. "You stay right there, Boy," he instructed. His right foot lifted and settled on my head again, more pressure this time that the side of my face was pushed to the linoleum surface, my cheek flattening parallel to the floor. He stood over me, his feet facing my shoulders, leaning forward as he bent down, getting on top of me so that his heavy cock and balls were resting on the back of my neck. I could smell the mustiness between his legs and my hole pulsed some more. He squatted over me as the mass and weight of his body pushed me further onto the floor. I felt one of his hands grab at my ass, roughly pulling my cheek aside. "What a fuckin' beautiful shaved pussy you got there," he said, proud of his work. I felt a new pressure on my manhole. It was thick and heavy and it was going inside me slowly, methodically. I was still dizzy and all his weight on me wasn't helping to comprehend the situation. I knew it wasn't his dick since his body was turned around in its current position. Like -WTF!?! And then I felt the BURN. O H F U C K. He was giving me YET another booty bump. Was he intentionally planning to get me so spun that I would be out of control? Clearly I had already went past that point much earlier. My head was crunched on the floor. My face was itching from the tiny needles of my trimmed hair that was now sticking to my cheek, my chin. I wanted so much to scratch my face yet I couldn't move as the BURNING between my legs only intensified. I stared across the room trying to gather some focus, some sense of normalcy to the situation that was far from normal. And all I could see across from me were shadows setting itself against the corner and slowly approaching, covering the shop further in the dimmed lighting. The mass and volume at my hole pressed in further, pushing the burn of the booty bump deeper. It was thick and felt wet and cold. As it got in deeper, the girth decreased so that any earlier tension dissipated. But yet the burning MAGNIFIED. I closed my eyes, the weight of his lower body seemed heavier on my head. I could feel his thick hard-on throbbing even more on the back of my neck. I now realized he had coated the tip of the rubber handle of the dustpan with Tina that he was pushing slowly into my hungry, burning hole. "FUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL!!!" He shouted unexpectedly. He pushed the handle of the dustpan carefully into my hole. And then he would pull it out at the same pace. He repeated this over and over, taking his time, playing with the rhythm, the speed, the pressure. I was groaning louder uncontrollably, the intensity of what was happening mixed with the continuing graduation of the Tina burning further inside my tunnel. As he pulled out the widest part of the handle would dilate on my hole, the sense of the stretching so dramatic it was causing me to hallucinate, my mind running away from me, visualizing some other scene of a crater expanding in slow motion, a surreal pictorial metaphor inside my head. Waves of heat and fire exploded inside me. Suddenly everything took on a hyper level. The darkness seemed to dance around the room, shadows jumping from one corner to the next, one minute near my face that was still smashed on the floor, the next on the wall, the ceiling. The flickering of the fluorescent lighting above us now seemed to be occurring faster and faster, further adding to my questionable state of mind. My senses were ultra-heightened. I could hear traffic screeching outside the barber shop and the thunderous pace of pedestrians pacing on the sidewalk with my ear to the ground. My heartbeat seemed deafening. The aroma of the shop also took on another level that my nostrils burned from the chemical fog I seemed to be inhaling. And in between my legs I could only feel s a t I s f a c t I o n. He pushed and pulled the dustpan handle so hard and rapid on my manhole that I could barely catch my breath. The quick contraction and dilation of my hole was almost too much to comprehend. One moment I was in ecstasy. I wanted to savor it, to allow the glow of the sensation to pause inside my head. But he would not even allow that. Instead he would pull the handle out violently and abruptly, so fast that it was wrenching. It was another kind of burn and I would jerk from the assault in a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. I bit my lip so hard I ripped the soft skin, tasting a little of my blood. He pushed in hard again, the massive girth of the handle expanding my hole. It felt like one of my thicker toys. He shook the dustpan so that the handle jerked left and right, up and down, violently inside me. The massive amount of Tina inside my hole only heightened the feeling. It should have hurt but the fire inside was tinting all my sensations that I only wished the handle were thicker and longer! I groaned louder, my face rubbing against the floor, more tiny hairs collecting on my cheek. He pushed harder and I felt the wide tip of the handle sink inside me, a momentarily glorious pain as the widest part pushed against my manhole. And then it was was just a feeling of being filled as the entire handle was in my hole. He started banging on the flat surface of the dustpan gently at first, then adding gradual pressure as if he was drumming on it, the vibrations echoing inside my tunnel. The tip of the handle was near my prostate so every time he would bang on the dustpan it would send a tiny shockwave inside me. He would bang hard then gradually less pressure and then build it back up again. The decrease it. Then increase it. The vibrations were maddening and random. I could feel precum leaking out of me as if he was milking me. Precum fell to the floor and mixed with the lakes of perspiration on the linoleum surface. And then suddenly he jumped off my body, pulling the handle out of my hole. He yanked it out so fast that it hurt. But it was a magnificent pain like a large wide cock violently pulling out of a furious fuck. I yelled uncontrollably wanting it back inside me. "GET UP!" He shouted. I was shaking, but not from his command, but from everything else: the drugs inside me, the emptiness between my legs and the heat in the shop that seemed to only increase, like my hunger. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat suddenly became evident again, drumming louder and louder like some dub step rhythm rising from under the floorboards. I inhaled deep and exhaled deeper and mentally tried to calm myself. "GET UP I SAID!" S L A P !!! FUCKING HELL! That last strike really hit me this time. The weight and force and suddenness felt like a hot pan scorching on my ass cheek. It stung so bad it momentarily distracted my mind from the hunger and emptiness in between my legs. I took another deep breath and slowly, carefully stood up, turning slightly to him and seeing my crazed reflection in the cracked mirror. I looked deranged. Tiny black hairs were randomly stuck on my face, my chin and somehow my upper body. I looked very, very high. I looked at him standing at arm's length away from me. He looked equally high if not higher. His thick uncut cock was still standing at attention. Suddenly he threw the dustpan across the room where it hit one of the other chairs, banging against the metal surface of the thick base, the clanging echoing in the room for a moment until it fell loudly on the floor, swallowed by the shadows. It caught me by surprise, distracting me. And then I looked at his cock and back at my reflection in the mirror. Nice haircut. I smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes. The blackness that had consumed his iris earlier had faded and I could make out the color of his eyes. He almost smiled at me. "Get back on the chair." He wasn't yelling at me now. He turned the chair so it was in profile again in the mirror and pulled on the side crank as the chair lowered itself by a few inches. I climbed on, setting my ass on the seat. "No-not like that," he grabbed my right arm and pulled me off the seat, manhandling me again with force, turning my body around, guiding me, so that I was facing the back of the chair, my knees bent and kneeling at the seat, my legs spread wide so that they hit the edge of the chair arms, my ass hanging over the seat. "Beautiful," he said, proudly. I turned my head slightly and gazed in the mirror. My ass cheeks looked slightly bruised from the earlier slapping. My hole looked red and puffy. Was that blood on my asslips? Or was it some imagined paranoia setting in? I couldn't tell as everything seemed over-saturated as if this was a Photoshop image with the color levels artificially adjusted. My heart beat louder and louder. He stepped onto the chair, standing on the platform base that was elevated off the floor surface. He faced me, his hard uncut cock pointing at my hungry hole. I took a deep breath. Finally he was going to really fuck me! Out of nowhere we both heard jingling with the lock of the shop door from the outside. We stared at each other silently for a moment, my head cranked awkwardly, as the door pushed in, opening unexpectedly, the blinds on the inside of the glass door rattling. A man stepped inside. He was concealed in the darkness of the shadows at the entrance of the shop, his face indistinguishable. But I could make out his silhouette. He was tall with wide shoulders and a shaved head. He looked very fit. He stepped in quickly, the door slamming shut behind him as his features became more visible in the dim lighting. "HARRISON?!?" The barber and I shouted TOGETHER. We looked at each other for an instant of shock and then at the man, stunned that we BOTH knew him. "DAD?!?" He looked as equally surprised as we did. And then he gulped and said my name, almost in a whisper, suddenly recognizing me, squatting on the chair, my hole pulsing uncontrollably as his father's bulbous uncut cockhead entered my burning hole.

Another Crunch Boy model Jerome James. This boy publishes bareback videos almost every day.

I was doing the second of my weekly scheduled days at Alpha House. Being their cumdump was the best thing in my life. The tops and cumdumps were generally all happy with the set up, and it gave me more chances to get used than anything else I had ever done. Basically, it was a timeshare. Tops paid their rent, and could come use us anytime they wanted. We paid our rent, and signed up for at least two six hour shifts a week, and of course we understood that we agreed to be used by any top, or his guest tops. Extra shifts were okay, if there were tops waiting for service. We could stay and take loads and didn’t have to pay any extra rent. That’s why I usually scheduled weekdays. They were not as popular for the cumdumps, but you still often couldn’t stay on late for extra loads, because there weren't as many tops at the house as cumdumps. The shifts were early and late rush hours: (4AM to 10AM, and 3PM to 9PM on weekdays) so we were available for before work, and after work, and 10AM to 4PM for lunch breaks. The overlap meant always having at least two cumdumps at the beginning of the after work rush. Weekends started at 8PM Friday to 2AM Saturday. I almost always signed up for late Friday, and stayed as long as anyone was still interested in using me. I noticed that tops more often spoke to each other than to cumdumps. If you have an open hole, but are being used at the other end, if someone wanted to use that hole, they would ask the first top if he minded. Of course sometimes tops started together, if they were friends, or something. Late one Friday night, I was giving a slow blow to a top who likes just relaxing with a mouth on his cock. I heard someone ask him, “Hey, can I borrow one of your cumdumps?” “Sure.” He said. "You can use the other end of this one, if you want.” “Oh, no!” The voice said. “I mean, I know you guys have them trained to take whatever they get here. I was wondering if I could take one to a party my dorm is going to have.” “Well,” the top said, “We actually have some fairly strict rules for using a hole. If you actually damage one, it’s grounds for locking you out. For instance, anything that ends up calling an ambulance, or going to emergency even calling a doctor is totally out of bounds. The fact that it wasn’t deliberate is not gonna cut it.” “No! Nothing like that!” The visitor said. “It’s a party, and I wanted to bring one with me to get double-teamed, and . . . well, I like they fact that they pretty much let you fuck ‘em as much as you want, without putting up a fuss.” At this point I felt his cock pressing up against my ass, and he grabbed my hips. The regular top pushed my head down on his cock at the same time. He gets turned on by spit-roasting and it makes him get hard, and stay hard for quite a while. They probably were still talking about borrowing a cumdump, but I was busy, trying to keep both my ass and mouth working hard to give the best service I could. Being known for doing your best makes the tops more likely to choose you when there are extra cumdumps to choose from. The guest was pretty enthusiastic about fucking my ass, and he seemed to like it when I clenched down on his cock as it was moving in and out. For a young guy, he had pretty decent control, but still driving hard. He started to cum, and I’m sure he wasn’t talking any more, for a while, other than grunting “fuck” over and over. The first top noticed he was pretty much done, and said, “Have him clean you up, and I’ll keep fucking him for being such a good boy.” They switched places, and I worked as carefully as I could, knowing most guys don’t want a lot of stimulation right after they cum. The regular top started fucking me harder than he had been all evening. Deep and hard, and a lot faster than I had expected for his third time in only a few hours. He lasted a long time. The visitor pulled out of my mouth and wiped his cock on my hair. He told me “Good faggot.” I think he was going to talk to the first top some more, but before he was done, someone else asked, “You finished with cuntface?” “Yeah.” The kid said. “He seems like he could take another load.” “Yeah? Well, he’s gonna.” Said the new voice. He wasn’t someone I knew by voice, and I was pretty much face down over the the end of the fuck-horse hanging on to the straps to keep from getting knocked off it. I wanted to tell someone I would really like to go to that party, but I was pretty much busy, and I also knew whether I wanted to go probably wasn’t really in question. I did have a reputation to maintain. One of the rules of the Alpha House is that you do not recognize anyone you know from here anywhere but here. You can be a totally out prancing queen if you want, but none of the House Alphas will hit on you in public. We have a “maid” who cleans the bathrooms, and kitchen, and vacuums and dusts the place every couple of days. She wears a skirt no wider than a ruffle, and a mean looking steel chastity device, high heels, black stockings and a push up bustier while she is here. Heavy make up, and fake nails, but the tits are real. From odd moments while we were here together, I know she’s a computer hardware geek and works nights in the world. I don’t know if she wears girl clothes at her job. I am sure I wouldn’t recognize her if she didn't. Even some of the cumdumps feel her tits, and play with her ass while she works. The alphas treat her like any other cocksucker, but usually just watch her work.

I work out of my home.... some days I have a sandwich and soup for lunch. Other days, I take an extended lunch and feast on cock or ass. Grin. In fact, just yesterday a regular FWB sent me a text around 12:15 and asked if I was free after work? I had a meeting cancelled from 1-2, and I know he retired at a young age and had a lot of time on his hands.... so I replied with "Feel like a nooner??". He was there in 20 minutes. He wanted to see some hot cummy gangbang porn and while I found some on my network, he sucked my cock and nibbled my foreskin. I found something for 'background' noise/viewing and he pushed me onto the bed... and ate my ass for a good 5-10 minutes. Really worked it over slow and got open, wet and juicy. Then he slid his big uncut cock into me in one smooth push. He is a Dutch guy and has a beautiful thick cock... and his balls and pubes were slapping against my ass within minutes. We had a good fast, hard fuck... one of those ones where you just want a good railin' on a guy's hole, ass slapping on both cheeks... that kinda fuck. He blew a massive load inside and stayed inside. This was a nice treat. I'm not sure his cock even got soft... he just kept sliding his cock in/out slow and sloshing his cum all around my guts while talking dirty to me. He suddenly pulled out and I felt the cold air hit my hole. We've been FWB for quite a while and he knows my house. He reached into my closed and pulled out my harness. I raised an eyebrow as he passed it to me. I slipped it on quickly and went to turn back to the bed, and he said.. "Nope.. follow me". He went into my office and told me to fire up something hot on the 32" computer screen. I leaned over to browse to a couple of 'office type' porn flicks I have and I could feel him slapping his cock against my hole a few times. Just as the movie opened on the screen to a hung uncut guy fucking a guy with a shaved head, he rammed his cock in and pulled back on the harness at the same time. He shifted his weight around a little, made sure he had the harness in both hands and started to fuck me slowly while telling me he was going to dump another load in me. He asked if I enjoyed getting fucked over my desk? did I want his cum inside or all over my hole? was this turning me on? Fuck ya! We watched the movie, took our time, snorted some poppers and true to his word... he blew another load deep in my well used guts. When he left shortly afterwards, I logged back onto my computer and prepared for my 3 pm meeting. I fingered my hole and licked the cum that dripped from me as I listened to the folks on the call prattling on about projects etc. I turned to my home computer and fired up Squirt and BBRT to see if I could find another hard cock to add his load into my hole. My buddy literally planted a seed in my mind about home office sex. LOL. Cheers

my sentiment exactly besides even when i'm wide awake it's all about the Men's pleasure so wth i like it better to feel everything that's being done but it's not what matters in the end i am a hole, and a vessel

Not a bad Sunday afternoon at Bush. Crowd could have been better. No sooner than I get there, I follow a guy into the opposite side of a glory hole. Very hot guy, but he immediately backed his ass up to the glory hole. I could have used a little blow job to get my dick started. Overall I sucked 5 cocks for three loads (not a bad ratio) before I blew my spunk down a guy's throat. Happy Sunday!

Worked Front Desk at a motel. One night while closing up the pool area one of the pilots was in the hot tub. Kept telling me how good if felt, I should come join him. Wasn't long he had me bent over the side of the tub slamming his cock deep in my hole. After that he fucked me every time he stayed at the motel. Was also a lot of truckers that stayed in motel. Hooked up with a few. One day a guy came down for coffee and I could just tell he was one of us. Offered to help him carry everything, ended up giving him a blowjob. Next morning I just went ahead and took his coffee to him. Gave him another blowjob.

I used to have a job that involved driving all over the state. I had a number of fuck buds that I would visit in my travels. One of my regulars loved to get wasted with me on weed, then we would fuck like rabbits. He had a big cock that would blast his loads deep inside me. First, we would do mutual cock sucking and rimming, then he would plow me deep and blast his loads up my ass. Sometimes he would ride my cock and take my load. He was cheating on his partner and I was cheating on my wife. After a couple of years of this, he got too possessive and wanted me to leave my wife and live with him. Things ended when I told him that wasn’t going to happen. He moved away, and I never heard from him again. I would meet up with him again if he shows up, but I don’t think he will. I do look for him once in awhile on Manhunt, which is where we met, but haven’t seen him again. Quite a few others, but this was the best one. That was a retirement job, and I have since retired from that. It did give me excellent opportunity to cheat with guys. I have no interest in cheating with women, but love to cheat with guys.

I know how you feel . I used to want to only be fucked by good looking guy that I got to know . One day a Black guy that had been doing me for a wail got me a bit high and took me to a theater with glory holes . He said he wanted me to suck a few cocks , be a bit wasted I though sure why not . After sucking several . He grabbed me and turned me around and pushed my ass up to the hole . I tried to pull away and say I can't take bare cock here . I might catch some thing . He laugh and said that's what makes it so fucking HOT .I was still struggling as I felt the 1st cock go into me . He made sure my ass stayed there till I had several loads in me . I was still wining about it . He told me I would soon be begging for more lol lol . He knew what you was talking about . He later told me he and started several other white cum dumps out the same way .

1/24/2020. me (top) and my one true.

Injecting then flushing multiple times over 20 or more minutes with just plain water is always best for cleaning out. Saline is probably one of the worst things you can douche with. It irritates the lining of your rectum and colon which, in turn, create mucous to soothe/protect which causes muscles “down there” to contract/push out/expel...as they’re programmed to do. That is why you’re feeling like you wanna shit hours later. Psyllium capsules/powder (Metamucil or PURE for Men, etc) add fiber that is essential for colon health. Once you’re clean inside, not eating anything until you’re finished playing is the best way to stay clean. Drinking liquids is cool, yet eating isn’t advised.

3. Shay "Fucking take my poz cock," I grunted. I slammed my cock into the man’s body, pressing my balls against his firm ass. A bit more of my pre-cum dripped into his willing, raw hole. "Gonna infect you," I said. His eyes were locked onto my face; he was unable to look away from me. "Please," he grunted, "Breed my hole. Give me your virus." His pupils were wide and he had the glazed over look I associated with a properly tweaked-out fuck hole. But he had said he didn't party and hadn't even taken a hit from my pipe when I offered. He was coated with sweat; I wondered if the fuck had been that intense. I leaned in and whispered into his ear. "You've taken poz loads before?" I asked. His head nodded; I felt the motion more than I saw it. "How many loads have you taken?" "A lot," he whispered. "It feels so good," he started, then lost himself as my cock slid back into him. "So good when you're inside me," he finally finished. "I know. My raw poz cock. Dripping my dirty toxic seed. Right into your hungry, unprotected hole." He nodded again. The bottom relaxed and my dick went deeper into him. His hole was burning hot, like he had a fever. I remembered he had said something about not feeling well earlier. I had been too focused on the glass pipe, and then his mouth on my pipe to really pay attention though. His sweating and glassy look made it clear that he was definitely sick. "Fuck flu?" I asked. "You think you have it?" "Maybe," he said. I slammed my dick into him, trying to get as deep as I could. "I think so." If he was sick, it meant that my cum would do exponentially more damage than I had thought. "I hope so." My virus would slip in to him easily, and his body was going to be receptive to my gift. "When did you last take poz cum?" I asked. I tried to remember his name, but it had slipped behind the cloudy, druggy haze that fogged my mind. "A few days ago," he said. "And been sick since last night." "Who was it?" I asked. "A guy from on-line. His profile said he was poz." "And you let him cum in you?" "Yeah," he said. "Fucking beautiful cock. Big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. I had also remembered his name. "Plenty of AIDS cum for you, Doug." "I want it, Shay" he said. It was perfect. He was begging me for my toxic seed. There was no need to hide or dissemble. I could go as far as I wanted. Besides, nothing, absolutely nothing, felt as good as a neg hole wrapped around my poz cock. Clean. Healthy. All those polite euphemisms for not being infected felt so far away. I was dirty and diseased, and my partner wanted every drop of it. "Fill me up with your dirty seed," Doug said. It was what I needed to hear from him. What I wanted to do was dirty. It was depraved. But it was so perfectly simple. All I was going to do was cum in Doug's hole. But my semen was special. It was loaded with a virus that could kill, and hopefully, that virus had already started attacking him. "You keep this up, you're not gonna be neg for long." "Poz me up," he grunted. Any remaining doubts about his desires were gone. It was now my responsibility to breed his hole. My cock was throbbing, and I felt the familiar tingle. "Give me your dirty load." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I pulled out, all the way, then slammed back in and held it. "I'm getting close. You want my seed?" "Fucking breed me," he said. "Give me your poz seed." "You want it?" I grunted. "You want my poz cum? You want my disease?" "Please man, infect me," Doug said. "Fill me with your charged up cum." My dick was throbbing and my balls were churning. I wanted to cum in him so badly, but, at the same time, I wanted to prolong the nasty pleasures of pozfucking. "Give me your toxic seed. Your high viral load spooge," he continued, barely able to control his emotions. My dick was twitching. There was nothing so hot as a man who didn't just allow me to enter him without reservation or concern but begged for my disease. Doug had specifically requested no condoms. More than just accepting my infected dick, he welcomed it. He welcomed the virus I carried, and wanted me to inject it deep into his body. It was an exceptional level of acceptance by Doug. I hated rubbers, and only used them when it was necessary. Even then, the two I had in my wallet had several tiny pin pricks in the center. The jabs were just enough to puncture the rubber, and I would inject a small amount of olive oil. The heat from my body and the oil would be just enough to speed along the inevitable break-down of the rubber. For Doug to take all of my deadly manhood and welcome my toxic seed was a gift. It was a gift that I wanted to savor and enjoy. That I was tweaked out was a grace, one more experience that I wasn't sure I deserved. "Please, fuck me with that poz cock," Doug groaned. His eyes were closed, and the expression on his face was almost unreadable. It was simultaneously pain and pleasure; he knew what he was getting himself into by asking for my viral jizz. "Fill me with your poz seed." The sexual animal in him had taken over. All it wanted was pleasure. Doug knew that in order to satiate the hungry wild animal, he was going to have to take a load, and my load was the easiest to get. He was still rightfully terrified by the notion; that he was asking me bluntly and loudly for my virus scared him senseless. I could hear it in his voice. "Make me sick," he said, excited and terrified. He couldn't ignore how his dick had responded; how despite the relentless pounding of my manhood, the intense fever of his incipient fuck-flu, and the aching muscles as the virus invaded him, despite all of that, his cock was now rock-hard. "I'm gonna cum in you," I finally said. "Fuck you up with my poz cum." "Give it to me," Doug begged. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside of him. I wanted to fill him with my seed, and make him pregnant with my gift. "Inject your death into me," he said, in a voice I heard so often at the moment of orgasm. It was the voice of desperation, the voice of utter, unfathomable hunger. He needed this load far more than words could express, and that need was the trigger I required to finally give it to him. "You want it? You want my toxic sperm?" He nodded, smiling now, his eyes now open and focusing on the goal so close at hand. "Take it," I said, "Take my toxic load." I slammed my dick into him. The familiar tingle was there. Only a few more strokes, and I would get off. I slammed in and out, repeating and repeating, pushing myself right to the edge. I wondered what Doug would be like on crystal, if the insatiable, poz-hungry man he was could go deeper, further and darker. I imagined him in a sling, hitting the pipe repeated. Under the cloud's deadly influence, he would be muttering "Kill me." The thought of Doug tweaked and twisted was too much; my dick twitched and surged a bit deeper into Doug's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly, and my dick exploded in the older man's hole. "FUCKING," I yelped, as another jet of white-hot toxic cum spurt out of my dick. "POZZING YOU," I grunted as my deadly sperm landed deep in his hole. My dick was a machine gun, and I held down the trigger as my cum sprayed across Doug's gut. "I'm pozzing you," I continued. The pressure in my balls was finally relieved, as another spurt of cum erupted from my thick cock. There was nothing that compared to the underlying feelings. My fat, toxic, unwrapped cock was buried deep in his wet, unprotected, uninfected hole. I was cumming in him and depositing my high viral load semen deep in his hole. It was a beautiful moment, one that reminded me just how proud I was to be a man. Not just a man, but a man able to spread my seed and pass along my special gift. It was what my virus required of me, and I was more than happy to oblige. "You're cumming in me," Doug mumbled. He was jerking his cock, but it was only barely hard. "You're cumming in me. Your poz cum..." He clenched his ass around my shaft, and squeezed out another spurt of hot cum. "Your fucking toxic seed. In my hole." "Take it," I grunted, and shoved my cock back into him. It prompted another jet of deadly spooge into his hole. My balls were starting to drain, but I hardly cared. He was paying me more than enough for the rest of the day, and from his moans alone, much less his begging, he needed plenty of poz sperm. "Fucking take my poz seed," I moaned again and used my semen to shove my dick deeper into Doug. "Give it to me," Doug grunted. "Give me your toxic gift. Infect me with your dirty cum." His eyes were distant; his fever was affecting him and the virus already in his body was infecting his brain. Our actions were being totally drive by the drugs we had both consumed, our unique fetishes and lusts, and the disease ravaging our bodies. The one thing that was not providing any input to our decisions was our brains. Which is why, when the last few drops of cum dripped from my dick, I leaned in and kissed Doug. I don't kiss clients that often; it's an intimacy that I reserve for people that aren't paying me by the hour. But it felt like I had just given Doug a gallon of sperm; he had enough of my DNA inside of him to almost be me. His tongue quickly met mine, and guided me into his mouth. We kissed. As we kissed, my cock dribbled the last dregs of my balls into him. I had seen it drip out before. It was a sickly yellow fluid that even looked toxic. "It's in you," I muttered, between deep strokes of my tongue into his mouth. "My virus is inside you," I said, then kissed him once more, even before he could reply. "I know," he said. "It's in my gut. Deep inside me." He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against his warm chest. He was wet from sweat, but it felt good against his feverish body. "Too deep to do anything," he continued. "That's where it will do the most good," I said. My dick throbbed at the thought. I had just dumped a load of cum in the man beneath me. It was a thick load of my poz cum, and he had begged me to give it to him. "Fertile fields for my seed," I whispered in his ear, as I rubbed my dick in and out of his hole. He knew I was working my seed into him, forcing it to enter his blood. "Where it can grow," he muttered. "Grow strong and powerful." "Take over your body," I grunted back. My dick was still hard. My balls also surprised me, and few more drops of spooge leaked out. This was the very bottom of the barrel jizz, the worst and nastiest flavor of poisonous cum. "Take over your mind." "Please, work it into me. Make me your child." He milked my shaft and I stroked in and out quickly, working the thick fluids into his body. "Give it to me." I kissed him again. "Breed me until I get it. Once more, I wondered what Doug would be like when he was spun. My dick would be inside of him again, dripping my deadly cum. "Breed me until I die," he would beg. "Fuck yeah," I grunted. My dick dribbled a bit more, but I was spent. "Fucking drained my balls." "Thank-you," he said. We kissed again, this time longer and slower. I had deposited my gift deep in Doug's anus. It was exactly what he had asked for: a hot, thick fluid filled with my virus and my sperm. In the next few minutes would, my sperm would swim deeper into his gut. The unwanted viral interlopers would follow along soon after. The sperm would drill tiny holes into Doug's gut, and the virus would use that to penetrate the blood stream. They would invade, overwhelm, and infect. "Thank you for your poz load," Doug said, almost reading my mind. "Of course," I said, shifting in a futile attempt to keep my now-soft cock buried in his ass. Unfortunately, it was pointless, and with a wet pop, my dick fell out of his hole. "Gonna keep my load up there?" I asked. "Yeah," Doug moaned. "Fuck yeah." He sounded tired, like the entire ordeal had taken something out of him. I had to agree with him; it had been a good workout draining my balls into him. But, I knew the crystal wasn't going to let me take a nap. I sat up next to him, and he lazily pulled a sheet over his body. "You mind if I do another hit?" I asked. I was in for a penny already, time to go in for a pound. "Hit?" he asked. "Oh. From the pipe." "Yeah," I said. He waved his hand. "Oh yeah. Sure." I pulled myself out of the bed, and found my pipe and torch in the galley. I did a hit, then pulled on my underwear and gathered the rest of my clothes. He had sat up a little bit when I entered the stateroom with my clothes. "Dressed already," he asked. "Although, I'm just gonna fall asleep soon." "Yeah," I said. It was a slow dance of parting, not wanting to explicitly say the encounter was over, but also realizing that if I didn't leave soon, I was going to want to fuck him again. I lit the torch and heated the pipe. "It's hot watching you hit that pipe," he said. "You've never done it?" I asked, before putting the pipe to my lips and inhaling. The thick clouds filled my lungs, and then immediately hit my bloodstream. I wanted to share the moment with him. "No. Not yet at least," he said. We were silent as I inhaled, then held the hit. "You like it?" "Hell," I said, then exhaled a thick white cloud. "Yeah," I finished. "Like nothing else. And fucking on it is intense." "One day I'd like to try it," Doug said. "I think it would be fun." "It would be," I said. I did another hit. Even as I put the pipe in my mouth, I knew it was too many. But Doug was staring at me, finding strange pleasure in the entire process of smoking crystal. "Really fun," I said, as I exhaled another thick cloud. Doug was transfixed. "And I can hook you up," I said, pushing it just a bit further. "Cool," Doug said. "That'd be awesome." I put on my shirt. He didn't stop me, but I was no longer worried about what would happen. He had just decided, even if he didn't know yet. He had just decided to partying with me. It might take him a while, but he would think back to this session, remember me, and wonder what it would have been like if we were both partying. I pulled on my shorts. The day was getting warmer, although Doug pulled another blanket over him. "Chill," he said, by way explanation. I smiled. The fuck-fun was wearing off, and the fuck-flu was returning. In addition, I had just turbo-charged Doug's disease with a deep injection of my HIV-infected seed. "Us partying?" I said. "Not awesome. It'll be fucking mind-blowing." I found my socks and put them on. "I can imagine," Doug said. Even in the warmth from the LA sun and the blanket, he still looked cold and sick. My dick twitched. It had contributed a thick load to help destroy Doug's body. Socks on, I stuck the pipe in my mouth once more. "Big hit?" Doug asked. I took a quick glance. The bowl was almost empty. "Maybe," I said. "Almost out." I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. Because there was so little crystal left in the bowl, it heated up quickly, melted and started to smoke. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my lungs. I paced myself, and quickly smoked the very last of the tina. "Yeah?" Doug asked me. I nodded, then exhaled. It was a good sized hit. I had enough crystal in me to power through a few more hours of fun, and there was plenty of room for more. "Yeah," I finally said. "That's hot," Doug said. "Really hot." "We'll do it soon." "Definitely," Doug said. He looked exhausted. "Um, do you mind, letting yourself out? I'm too tired to get up." "Sure," I said. "There's an envelope for you on the table," he said, as I walked out. I grinned. Did it get any better? I got high, I got my dick sucked, I fucked a hot neg hole, I blasted it with my poz cum, and now I got paid for all of it. I waited until I got halfway down the pier before I opened the envelope. There were six crisp hundred dollar bills in it. My fee, plus a generous tip. I knew exactly what I was going to spend it on. As soon as I had counted the money, I texted my friend Leo. "Hey. You around?" Although, it was more accurate to call Leo my dealer and occasional fuck-buddy, rather than friend. He was furry otter-type, with a thick jewish cock, a warm hole, and some of the best shit in town. I had never known Leo to not be around, so I went ahead and ordered an uber to Leo's place before I heard back. Leo texted back before the Uber arrived. "Of course. Got a friend here playing. Come on over." Five minutes later, I was on my way. "On my way. There in 15." "Sweet. BTW, the boy likes his rubbers. You're gonna have to teach him better." "Sounds like fun. Start giving him another and playing with his butt." There was a longer wait. Three minutes. Then six. We were on the interstate, surprisingly traffic-free. "Done and done," Leo finally texted back. "Almost there," I wrote back. "Tell him I want to give him a booty bump." "He's already asked for one," Leo wrote back. Even though I had just had an amazing fuck, my dick was beginning to stir. The picture that followed, of a young man's ripe ass perfectly framed in a jockstrap, only made the throb worse. Luckily, the driver didn't notice or didn't care. A few minutes later, he dropped me off at Leo's building. "Here," I texted, almost as soon as I rang his doorbell. "Come on up," he said, and the door buzzed. It was a quick ride up the elevator, and Leo's door was just barely ajar. I stepped in; the curtains were drawn, and the hallway dim. I closed the door, locking it to ensure we had no unwanted guests. There was a slight haze in the air; the party had already started. "In the bedroom," Leo called out. "I know," I replied, as I kicked off my shoes, and shed my shirt. I brought my bag with me into the bedroom; it had a glass pipe that needed filling. The bedroom was just as dim as the hallway; the curtains were drawn even tighter, blocking out all of the late morning sun. There was a single lamp by the bedside; the bulb was tinted a washed-out red. It wasn't too bright, but it was more than enough to illuminate the ass of Leo's new friend. "You like?" Leo asked, as he pulled the young man's cheeks apart, exposing his tender young hole. "Hell yeah," I said. I reached down and stuck my hand in my shorts. It had been just long enough that my dick was stirring again. "So, Shay, this is James. James, meet Shay." Leo's hand had been on James's back, but he let it slide off and James stood up to face me. He was short and muscular, with a bit of hair on his chest, and the start of a beard. In the red light, his blue eyes had an almost angelic quality to it. He still had on the black jock strap, but I could tell it hid a nice-sized dick. Once we got him tweaked out, I hoped it would shrink into a useless boy-clit. My own dick stiffen at the possibility. "Hi," I said, unsure if I was supposed to shake his hand or pound his hole. "James here has been begging for a booty bump," Leo said. He turned back to James. "Haven't you?" James nodded enthusiastically. "I've got it right here," Leo said, turning his attention back to me. He had the booty bump already prepared. He had used a lube shot, rather than the standard needless rig. "Get him ready in all the important ways," Leo said. "Fuck yeah," James said. "Get on the bed," I said, motioning for him to get back on all fours. I wanted to see that perfect young ass once more. I could hardly wait to get my poz dick deep inside of James. The young man obliged, and jumped onto the bed. He took a second, and got himself aligned, his ass right at the edge of the bed, right at cock-height for me. I unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall, pushing down my underwear at the same time. James was looking back, staring at my erect cock. "Fuck, this is going to be fun," I said. I lined up the lube shooter with James's hole. While I had been in the Uber, Leo had been playing with the boy's ass. James was open enough that it was easy to slip the length of the tube into James. "You want it?" Leo asked. "Last chance to do the right thing." "Fuck that," James said. "Give it to me." "You got it," I said, and pressed down on the plunger while slowly pulling it out of his ass. I was able to spread the crystal and lube all over his ass, and yet, made sure that not a single drop was wasted. "How does it feel, bro?" Leo asked. "Good," James said. "Warm. Wet." "You feeling that tina burn yet?" I asked. "Not yet," James replied. I let my dick rest in the crack between his ass cheeks. There was a bit of fuzz there, a sign that the boy was maturing into a man. "I bet you need a hit," Leo said to me. "Hell yeah," I said. Leo quickly produced a glass pipe, filled generously with crystal, and a pipe. I took it, and in short order, blew three thick clouds. "Fuck, that's good," I said. "I'll make sure you're well-provisioned," Leo said. "And you boy? How's it feeling?" "It's starting to hit," James said. "It's intense." His voice was heavily controlled as he struggled to maintain his composure. A bit longer, and he'd have no option but to give himself completely over to the drugs. "Fuck, that feels," he started to grunted. He rubbed his ass up against my cock, but was starting to lose words. "You want it?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "But..." he started and trailed off. "But?" I asked, lining up my cock head with his hole, then just teasing it for a second. "Can you, well, you know. Use a rubber?" Fear had brought him back to reality. The question was dumb, but I didn't mind. He was young, and probably didn't know any better. No one parties and plays safe. It's all about barebacking. And if he was afraid of barebacking and afraid of getting something, that meant he was most definitely negative. "No," I said. "I really don't think I can." "What? Why?" "Well, you see, my seed is unique. It carries my very special gift, and I need to share it with you." I pressed my dick gently against his hole. He didn't pull back from my dick immediately; if anything he pushed against it slightly. He wanted to stay healthy, but he needed, more than anything, to get fucked. Do you..." he started, than trailed off. He knew he had ask the question, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer. The tina was starting to hit him, and it was increasingly hard for him to remember the right answer to the questions. He wasn't thinking with his head any longer, and instead was thinking with his ass. It suited me perfectly. "Do I what?" I asked. It was time to throw him off-course. It didn't matter what he thought of my answers. I was going to fuck him raw, and breed his hole. "Do you have. you know. AIDS? Because. Well. I don't want to get sick. You know. Get the virus." "I know. That's important. You need to keep yourself healthy. And I don't want to give you a disease." I continued to rub my dickhead against his hole. He was still pressing back. "But you still need to get fucked, don't you?" "Yeah," he said. He pressed back against me, and for a second, I thought my dick was going to pop into him. But he held back, and teased my cock with the promise of so much more. "You need a dick in you, don't you?" "Yeah, but I'm afr...," he started. I cut him off before James went any further, rubbing my dickhead against his hole. "Focus on the pleasure," I said, feeling the shiver run across his body. I wanted my dick inside of the young man. I wanted to feel that shiver of pleasure from the inside. "But," he started again. I motioned to Leo, who was standing by with the pipe. Before James could complete his objection, the glass stem was back in his mouth, and he was staring at the torch warming up the bowl. "Don't worry about things you can't control," I said. "Just focus on what feels good. What you can enjoy." I watched him inhale the thick white cloud. "Do a good hit for me," I continued. "That's awesome," Leo said. "Now hold it," he continued as he handed me the pipe. I sucked down on it slowly, enjoying the slight chemical taste of the smoke. "That's good," Leo said. "It's just today. It's just one guy. He was holding James's hand, comforting the boy as he struggled with the drugs in his lungs, and the poz cock at the entrance to his hole. Leo was almost as good as I was at persuading the reluctant. It was about normalizing it and not making a big deal. Making it seem like the natural thing to do. "Exhale," I said, knowing James needed the oxygen. "Feel good?" I asked James as he exhaled the thick cloud. He nodded. "What are you thinking about?" "Fuck," he moaned. His voice was a bit distant. Between the booty bump and the hits he had done, he was now officially tweaked. "Thinking about your cock. Rubbing up against my hole." "He wants you to get inside him," Leo said. "Yeah," I said. "I want to be in you. Nothing between us. Fucking like men are supposed to fuck." "Yeah," James said, "Just." He was about to say something. "Leo, what do you think?" I asked, carefully cutting James off before he could say anything. "You should take it. It's an amazing cock," Leo said. It was true and accurate. He continued. "You can always ask him to pull out," Leo said. "I'm sure he would listen to your request." True, but not quite accurate. James only thought he had a choice. No matter what, he was going to get bred this morning. "There's so little danger. It's just a fuck. And you know you want it." "Let me fuck you," I whispered into his ear. My dick was pressed against his hole, waiting to slide in. "It'll feel amazing." "Fuck, I want you. Fuck me," James said. He arched his back, and with silent pop, my dickhead penetrated James. "That's damn amazing," I said. "My dick. Your hole." I pressed in a bit further, feeling how warm and alive the boy was. It was going to be fun to help corrupt him. "It feels amazing," James said. "But. Just don't cum in me? You got that?" he asked. "I hear you," I said. I carefully didn't want to commit to something my cock wasn't going to be able to uphold. Already, I could feel the pre-cum dripping into him. It was just as toxic as my load. "Good," James said. "Just don't cum in me. I don't want to get sick," he mumbled. I pressed another inch of my cock into him. "Or die," he gasped as my cock buried itself deeper in his raw hole. "I don't want to make you sick. I just want to have a good time, I said. I was almost entirely in him. Only a last raw inch. "You understand?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I want a good time too. Make you happy." "Best way to make me happy is get me off," I said. "I know. I want to make you happy. Just don't cum in me," he said, one last time. "I want to do a hit, ok boy?" He nodded. Leo caught my eye. "Yeah," I said, and he stuck the stem in my mouth. He heated up the bowl and I inhaled. "I want you to forget everything," Leo whispered to me as I inhaled. "Forget rules. Forget promises. Forget logic." I continued to inhale. "The only thing you should remember is pleasure. Remember only how good your dick feels. Remember only how much you love orgasm." Even though I had been high for a few hours, each hit was still pushing me to new heights. It was going to be amazing, getting to fuck James. I nodded, and Leo took the pipe away. This time, instead of giving it to James, he took it and inhaled. My cock slid in the rest of the way, fully holstered in James's hot hole. The young man was impaled on my dick, and it was time for me to fuck him like he deserved. In front of me, Leo exhaled his hit. "Fuck him up good," he said. "He needs it." It didn't matter if Leo was talking about drugs, virus, or sex. Today, James was going to get all three of them. I pulled out, leaving just my dickhead in James's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, and pushed back in. The young man accepted me into his body, and was practically milking my cock, trying to extract my load. James might have said one thing, but his actions revealed his true desires. He needed dick. He needed cum. Most of all, he needed the virus. "Oh damn, your hole," I grunted, as I found my pace. "So fucking nice." James just grunted with each of my strokes. The booty bump was hitting him full-on, not to mention getting fucked. It was all so completely overwhelming that he couldn't do much else than moan in pleasure. "Oh fuck," he repeated, a mantra repeated for sustenance and comfort, not a phrase carrying any import. Together, we got lost in our individual pleasure. My dick was in his raw ass and his ass was my very own condom. It wasn't long before the drips of pre-cum turned into a steady drizzle, going directly into his hole. He was just high enough to notice the change, but not smart enough to know what had caused it. "Feels good," he grunted. "Your dick. In me." "I know," I said. Leo leaned in and kissed me. His lips were bitter, chemical-tasting and salty. I recognized the taste immediately; it was the taste of crystal. I licked his lips, then stuck my tongue back in his mouth. He touched his finger to his lip. A white dust stuck to them. "Gave you a little extra there," he said. He kissed me again, and the crystal taste was prominent on his lips. I licked them all over again, then continued to kiss him. "Giving James a little extra too," I said. "Dripping into him right now." "He needs it," Leo said. "He needs a lot," I replied, slamming my cock into James's hole. My balls slapped against his thighs. "Don't you, boy?" I said, louder. "Fuck, man. I need your dick," James said, between my thrusts as I'd stab my dick deep into his ass. I thrust it in deep, then carefully flipped the boy over. It took a bit of work, but James understood the importance of keeping my cock in him for as long as possible. Soon enough, I had him on his back and his calves were resting on my shoulders. He was looking at me, looking at Leo, looking at our bodies. His eyes were darting around, as he tried to understand why I was fucking raw him, and why he needed it so badly. "Give him a little more," I said, motioning to Leo. Leo understood exactly, and had the pipe in James's mouth immediately. "Good hit, boy, understand?" James nodded as best he could as he slowly drained the bowl several times. It was a big hit, even for me. If James was as inexperienced as he seemed, a hit that size was going to be disastrous for him. "That's it James," Leo said, keeping the torch there a few seconds longer than strictly necessary. "Just a little bit more." James inhaled more, his lungs visibly swelling. "That's good. Now hold it for Shay," he said, finally pulling the pipe away. I leaned in for the kill. I pressed my lips against his, kissing him deeply, but also keeping him from breathing. I held my breath, keeping him from breathing in or out. He was reduced to marinating in the cloud he had just inhaled. "Exhale," I finally said. He did as he was told; the thick cloud momentarily obscured my view of him. "Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck that feels good." "Yeah?" I said. "You know what feels amazing?" He nodded, the crystal was taking over. "Your hole, boy. It's so warm. So wet. So hungry." I pushed a bit harder into him, pulled a little stronger on the way out. "You know what would feel so good?" "Yeah? What?" James whispered. "You letting me cum in you. Just once," I said. "Just once. Let a real man give you his seed." "Yeah," James said, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a job to be done. But a barely whispered "Yes" demanded more. "You ever had a guy cum in you?" "Never," James said, a bit louder. "Jerk off thinking about it? Leo asked. He was lying down next to James now, running his hands over the boy's body. Anything James said, we could now both hear it. "Yeah, a lot," James said. "It's really hot." The crystal had broken some inhibitions. Now James was trying to convince himself to do what he always wanted to do. "It's really hot," James repeated. "To have you cum in me. A guy cum in me. So hot. Inside of me. Your sperm, in my guts." "It's what you need. Just once." It was part of the process. First, it was just for a second. Then it was to pull out. Now it was only once. But once would never be enough for a young man like James. He'd be back. "Make a real man happy," I said. It was always about me and my pleasure. "You'd knock me up," James said, barely loud enough. Then, he continued, louder. "Just once," he said. "Just once. It would be hot." "Fuck yeah," I said. "It's what you need. To be a proper bottom slut." I slammed my raw cock all the way back into his unprotected hole. He had just given me permission to cum in his hole, and I didn't have to hide anything now. "Knock you up good." "Knock me up," James said. I just smiled and shoved my dick deeper into him. He grunted, part in pain, part in pleasure. It was what I needed to hear, and I kicked my fucking into high gear. "Knock me up," he repeated as my dick forced itself deeper into his body. It seemed to go on for hours. I lost track of time, losing myself in the utter perfection of his hole. I dribbled pre-cum, the stream growing thicker over time. Finally, I recognized the familiar tingle down the length of my cock, the welcome tightening of my balls. "I'm getting close," I said. "Just once," James said. "Cum in me. Please." He squeezed his ass around my dick, milking out a few drops of pre-cum and pulling me ever closer to my orgasm. "Give me your load." He knew what to say. His begging was better than his denial. I loved pozzing up neg hole, but it felt better when it was a welcome blessing I was bestowing upon the man. "Fill you up with my hot seed." I wanted to whisper in his ear about the poz seed I was going to flood his guts with, but that would be later. Right now, it was about easing him into partying and barebacking. "I'm going to cum in you," I grunted. "Fucking give me your hot load," he said. It was just what I needed to hear. I slammed my cock into his hole one last time. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly. Loud enough for everyone to know I was breeding this boy. Loud for the neighbors to know what I was doing. My cock throbbed, my balls churned, and a jet of jizz shot out of my cock, landing in the warm embrace of James's ass. "Fuck yeah," I said, as another spurt made its way into the young man's hole. "Give it to me," James moaned, as he pressed his ass back up against me, eager to get every drop of my toxic fluid. "Cum in me. It's so fucking hot. Inside me." My cock spat out a few more doses of sperm. This was just the dregs of the dregs; most of my load was nestled deep within Doug's hole. But it was enough for James. "That feels fucking amazing." "Oh," Leo said, leaning in to kiss James. "You like getting bred?" "Fuck yeah," James said. "That was amazing." Leo produced a booty bump; he held the injector which was filled with thick mixture of lube and crystal. "You want another one?" Leo asked. "Fuck yeah," James said. "All the ones I can take." There was an ambiguity in the sentence: all the loads? or all the booty bumps. It didn't matter. Both were going to happen.

Love to see that dildo 😛 How did you make it?

Chapter 2 I was going crazy sucking his cock. His precum tasted so good I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. He was moaning so I figured I was doing a good job and if I got him off down my throat he wouldn’t actually fuck me. After a few minutes he tapped my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. I whimpered. “Damn boy you’re a good cock sucker. Any longer and I’d be blasting my load down your throat. Can’t have that happening now can we.” He pulled me up so we were standing face to face. He leaned down and started kissing me. “Mmm son there is no doubt you have a very talented mouth. How about we see if your ass is just as good. You’ve got way too many clothes on boy strip.” Without even thinking I started taking my clothes off. I wanted to please him so bad. I took my pants off and was left standing in a just a jock. “Damn son I didn’t expect that from you.” “Sorry daddy, I was planning on checking out the park over in the next town today. I heard rumors that it was a great place to meet guys and I was hoping to suck some cock so I cleaned out just in case. Then mom waylaid my plans and had me come help you.” Oh fuck I was rambling and couldn’t shut up. I did that when I was nervous. He started chuckling. “Nothing to apologize for son. You look hot in that jock. Leave it on, you won’t be using your dick today anyway. Now turn around and bend over and let daddy take a look at your ass.” I did as instructed and could hear him growling behind him. “Damn boy I’m going to enjoy destroying that ass! Come with me let’s move this to the bedroom. Get on the bed on all fours.” I did as he instructed. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny before. Suddenly I felt his hands on my ass and his finger lightly circling my hole. I let out a moan. Next thing I knew his tongue was licking me. “Holy shit” I screamed out. “You like that boy?” “Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop please that feels so good.” He dove back in and was really eating my ass out. I was moaning and panting so hard. Soon he removed his tongue and replaced it with a finger opening me up more. “Damn you’re tight son. When was the last time you were fucked?” “Couple of years Sir.” “Damn! Why so long? Your boy pussy is begging to be used.” “I know I’m a bottom sir but it just never really felt good and hurt so much and they weren’t even as big as you daddy.” “Did they use condoms boy?” “Yes sir, always fucked safe sir.” “Hmm I think that’s the problem son. True bottoms NEVER make their tops use condoms.” “What about catching something?” “You’re negative right son? Are you on prep?” “Yes I’m neg. I was on prep a few years ago but stopped last year since I wasn’t really getting fucked.” “Mmm son you just made daddy’s dick get even harder. Do you trust me son?” “Of course daddy.” I moaned again as he now had three fingers inside me. “Have you ever had a poz cock inside your boy?” “No of course not daddy.” “See son I have a theory about you. I knew the second I saw you this morning that you were a nasty pig. You just hadn’t found the right man to show you your true nature. Bottom pigs like you son should take any load offered them and NEVER question the top. Now answer me honestly son, why’d you stop taking prep?” I was going crazy. I couldn’t think straight his fingers felt so amazing in my ass. He was totally breaking down my last barriers. “Because I secretly wanted a poz daddy to make me his boy but was too afraid to admit it sir,” I screamed out. Holy shit had I really just said that out loud. I’d never admitted that to anyone before. “Good boy I’m so proud of you! Now you have a choice son. I can remove my fingers from your ass and you can get dressed, leave and never come back or you can beg your daddy to stick his toxic cock deep inside your boy pussy and set you free. What’s it going to be boy?”

Vince spit on the kids hole a few times and then slapped his fat 8" dick against it, Devon tossed the lube on the bed and Vince lubed up his dick and spit on last time and then pressed against that tight little hole, the boys hole resisted as his moans turned to groans and finally Vince broke though and his fat dick started to slide into the boy. Two, three and then four inches and Vince had the look of pure please as I told him his was the first bare dick ever in the boy. He pressed steadily and finally got balls deep in the kid. He fucked him for twenty minutes and then finally shot a huge load in the boy. Devon tossed a marker to him and Vince put the first slash on the kids back. Vince cleaned up as Devon took his place and slide his 10" dick slowly into the boy. He was not nearly as thick as Vince but still thick and began to fuck the kids opened up lubed hole. Vince came out of the bathroom and said will be back, that is one fine ass, just text Danny and Mike to come hit it, good Devon said I send out a few text myself. Devon got to use Andrew for 25 minutes before the next guest arrived and shot two loads in the boy by then, Mike entered the bedroom as Devon was cleaning off his dick in the bathroom and got up behind Andrew and began to eat the kids cummy hole. Mike is white 5'9 175 average build, 7.5" and 25 years old. By the time Devon came out Mike was fucking the kid, it did not take him long to blow a load in the kid and he pulled out and zipped out and took off but said text me when he has a full ass again. Mike passed two guys he did not know on the way out and told them the kid has a great ass, One was Tall blonde lanky late 30's and the other built late 40's with salt and pepper hair 6'2 at least. Mike thought, fuck can't wait to taste their cum in his ass. Devon was in the living room when the guys knocked, he had just slipped a couple shards in the boy and put the mark Mark forgot to place. Devon welcomed the guys and said you two are just in time, he is in here follow me. Brad the lanky one pealed off his clothes and his skinny body revealed a large scorpion on his rib cage on the right side and a fat 7.5" dick and The older guy had a biohazard tat just above his dick you could faintly make out with the patch of hair growing but his dick was also thick and looked to be at least 9". The blonde went first and lined up his lubed dick and slide slowly in Andrew. Fuck dude this kid has a great ass, the older guy began to kiss the blonde, Devon had them in the phone as one but remembered that Rick was the Blonde and Robert was the salt and pepper. Devon told Rick he was glad he could make it, this was only the fifth bare dick the kid had ever had, fuck dude that is so hot Rick said. First Poz load, Put your mark on the left side when you are done Devon instructed. Rick told him he was getting close, stop talking like that and Devon tossed the red marker on the bed and Rick could not hold back and shot his Poz load up the kids hole. Robert quickly got in place as they heard the front door open and Robert Fucked the kids for ten minutes and shot his load, he had not heard it but there were now three guys and Devon standing behind as he placed his Red Mark on the kids back. He got up and told Devon he wanted more of the kids ass and would text in a few hours.

When I started going to the bathroom in my pants after school and letting them dry out without changing. Starting when I was 11, I would be home alone until my mom got home from work so I would just go to the bathroom in my pants and walk around in it. I loved how strong it smelled when my pants would start to dry, even though my undies were still soaking wet. Sometimes I would go in the backyard and let the sun dry my pants faster, then I would go inside and do my homework with my wet, stinky pants on. My mom found out about it but I never got in trouble, even when she caught me in the act.

Bookstore today was fairly busy. I focused in on a beefy bearded 30 yr old. He was shy, and not really talkative, so I pulled my cock out and jerked it as I stood beside him. He watched quietly, and finally I turned to him and told him to suck it in a firm voice. He dropped to his knees and began giving a sloppy blowjob. I let him suck me a few minutes, then pulled out and told him to show me his ass. He reached in his pocket, handed me a rubber, then dropped his pants and bent over a bench. His ass was covered in black hair, and I drove my tongue in as deeply as possible. He tasted musty and I loved it. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I stood up and plunged into his hairy hole balls deep. He let out a brief grunt, but I kept fucking him steady. He asked if I was wrapped and I didn't answer him. I kept pounding him until my tingling balls unloaded in his guts. I moaned as I came, and he quickly jerked his cock and came just after me. Sliding off my cock he sat on bench, and I presented my still stiff cock for him to clean. He tongued me clean, and I tucked my cock back in my pants. I handed him back his rubber and thanked him for the raw ride. He half smiled and I nodded and left.

Had a business trip to LA and went to visit Slammer for the first time. Sucked some really nice cocks, got fucked and collected three loads. Left with my hole nice and sloppy.

Part 21 - The Day Before Thanksgiving Boarding the flight to LA the group had six seats together in upper class as Daniel, Jordan, Lucy, David, Steve and Callum took their seats on the flight to LA. Steve noticing one seat near them at the very front was empty couldn't help but glance at the anxiousness of the cabin crew by the door, this usually meant someone very famous travelling. Callum had also noticed the goings on at the door, but he could see passengers still boarding in economy. Daniel looked up at them from his seat "What are you two doing?". Callum looked back at Daniel "Someone famous is travelling today, cabin crew look anxious, it's always a tell tell sign". "Oooh who do you think it is?" Daniel said standing up and Callum shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly the flow of passengers boarding stopped and the curtain was drawn between upper class and the back of the plane. The airline escort appeared at the door and headed towards them followed by Sam. Mumblings became evident as the other passengers gasped at seeing who boarded the plane and their eyes followed him as he walked towards the front of the plane. Sam saw the surprises on their faces and was smiling at them as he approached Callum's seat, the now short hop to his own seat took longer as he had to hug all six of the group. Jordan was first to ask "We didn't know you were going to LA this morning?". "I have a studio session in a couple of days plus I am spending thanksgiving with Nicky and Kit" Sam replied. Jordan laughed "That is where we are all going". Sam smiled "I know, Nicky and Kit invited me over to join you all on Thursday, hope you don't mind me gate crashing". Jordan now back in his seat "Sam of course not, after all we hope you consider us all as friends". For Sam a flight like this would usually involve numerous interruptions by other passengers wanting a selfie or autograph, he was happy to oblige in most cases except when he wanted sleep. Today he would only get interrupted when the group went up to the bar to sit and chat, the rest of the flight his friends made sure no one could intrude. It was only after 7 hours in to the flight that the group finally settled down and caught a few hours nap before lunch was served an hour before their arrival. The aircraft flew to the north of LA and out over the pacific getting lower and lower as it did so, finally it banked to the left and lined up on the glide path for the final approach. Jordan looked out of the window and clearly visible was Huntington Beach and Newport, the last time he saw this view was when he left Sage and LA for good, he had hoped never to see this place again but the memories flooded back. The aircraft came to a stop at the gate and the group were whisked away by a fleet of limo's to the VIP arrival centre to clear immigration and await their baggage. Sam was staying at the Wilshire Beverly Hills and said he would see them all tomorrow as he climbed in to his limo. Within 30 minutes they were leaving LAX and heading up towards Beverly Hills and Coldwater Canyon. Callum had never to been to LA and this was Daniel's third visit so they listened intently as Jordan pointed out some of the buildings and landmarks. They passed Paramount studios and began their drive through Beverly Hills before starting up hill to the exclusive communities of Coldwater Canyon. By the time they arrived Patrick and Lee were already there sitting out by the pool, Steve hardly got through the door before the children came running up and dragged him off to the pool since he had become their pool buddy on his frequent but short trips. Daniel and Jordan settled in and unpacked before joining the now very busy house, full of noise from laughter, talking and splashing in the pool. By 5pm the children were picked up as they had a sleepover at a friends house which left just the adults sitting outside on the terrace, Daniel was busy making up a bowl of salad in the kitchen on the opposite side of the house. Kit was pouring drinks for everyone from the wet bar by the pool before he called over to the group. "I am waiting for a friend who will join us for an hour before we head out if anyone else is interested" he said. Jordan looked over "Where are you off to?". "An open mic bar off Rodeo for new bands, pretty awesome place if you like country rock" he replied placing a drink on the table. "Sounds interesting will see if Danny fancies it unless the jetlag hits in" Jordan laughed. Sage drove up through Coldwater Canyon he had no idea how things would pan out so he would play it by ear, there was no doubt that one person would not be happy to see him. He didn't worry about that as he could put on his best show to win them all over. He pulled up to the gated community, the security guard checked Nicky and Kit's list and opened the gates, Sage drove along the row of hidden mansions until he found the number of the one he was looking for. The gates stood open so he drove in and parked at the front of the imposing building and got out of the car, walking over to the front door he pushed the button. "Figured some of you might be washed out from the time difference" Kit chuckled and heard the door bell. Daniel shouted from the kitchen "Do you want me to get that?". "Yes please" Kit shouted back at Daniel. "So what is this friends name and is he someone else famous?" Callum asked from the pool side. "Oh, reckon you might fancy him he is muscled beyond belief, his name is Sage" Kit replied again. "What?" Jordan sat bolt upright with a horrified look on his face. Daniel opened the door "Hello". Sage looked, smiled and pointed a finger "Oh hang on your err... Daniel isn't it?". Daniel laughed "Yes, but who are you?". Sage laughed "Sorry, I'm Kit's plus one were heading off to band night later" he replied evading giving his name out. "Oh right yes I just heard Kit mumbling something about it but couldn't quite hear everything". Sage smiled "Oh Daniel can I ask you a favour, I got some bottles in the trunk and need a hand if you don't mind". Daniel smiled at his charming manner being completely taken in "Of course". They strode across the driveway towards Sage's car. Jordan jumped out of his chair quickly followed by Patrick and Lee who understood what was going on. Kit stood there holding his drink. David suddenly remembered where he heard the name Sage from and jumped up following Lee. "What is going?" Kit asked loudly. David looked back "Sage is the ex Jordan ran away from". "Oh fuck" Kit dropped his drink and went running. The commotion on the pool terrace was bodies scrambling to their feet and running through the lounge and round the side of the house shouting Daniel's name as they ran. Sage opened the trunk door and Daniel looked on rather discombobulated at the empty trunk, the dull pain and force stunned Daniel before he fell head first in to the trunk, he felt dizzy as his body was being pushed and forced in to the trunk, disorientated and dazed he saw the light disappear and a loud clunk as the trunk door closed. Sage jumped in the driver seat and turned the ignition key as the engine roared in to life. Jordan flew out of the front door as the car tyres screeched spinning madly and Sage drove out of the driveway at top speed. Daniel panicked punching hard at the roof of the trunk continuously. Jordan sunk to his knees his head in his hands screaming 'No, No' as the back of the car sped out of the gates. Nicky had already called the police and was now calling the gated security guard to stop the car, Kit opened up the garage door and got his Ferrari out shouting to Jordan to get in. Nicky ran back in the house and came out throwing a set of keys at Patrick take the BMW and follow them, Lee and David got in and set off in pursuit. Everything happened in minutes and Sage could not believe his luck at getting the biggest prize so easily. Lucy had tears rolling down her face sobbing whilst Nicky comforted her, Callum was crying in the arms of Steve who just looked on unsure what had just happened. Sage sped through the community turning on to the entry road, he saw the gates firmly closed with the guard standing there, he knew he couldn't stop and with that he pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator. The guard went to pull his gun out but was to slow, he jumped out of the way as the car ploughed in to the gates with a tremendous crashing and clanging sound as they fell free of their hinges spinning to the ground behind the car. The guard got to his feet and saw a Ferrari coming down fast, he managed to pull one of the gates out of the road to let the car pass. He ran back to the booth and got the cctv camera picking up the cars arrival to get the registration plate. The BMW 4x4 screeched to a halt at the gate. "Are you okay?" Patrick called out of the window. "Yes I'm fine, I have just given the registration to LAPD they are on it" he called over to Patrick. The BMW pulled away whilst David sent a text to Jordan asking where they got to and followed them as Jordan gave directions. Sage turned off down a dirt track to hide for a while as he suspected they would be following him, with the car shielded from the road he got out and sensing they were alone he went around to the trunk.

Part iii Surrounded by darkness once more I remained still. Naked and on my hands and knees waiting for the two men I had been left with to do as they would. Being unable to see after the light had been extinguished added a new dimension to my submission. I was completely helpless now. Stripped, humiliated and already bred three times I had given myself over to this new way of being. I had already cum myself once and even that didn't assuage my desire to take more cock. So here I waited; knowing I could only leave this squalid place once each man that wanted to had used me to their satisfaction. The fact they were poz was no longer on my mind, they had hard cocks and I had willing holes to please them. I was probably already tainted so I saw no reason not to take all the cum they could give me. Two sets of hands were tracing over my skin, both rough skinned, both making me shiver in the anticipation of what was to come. As one set of hands worked up my back over my shoulders the other was working lower, over my buttocks spreading and kneading my flesh with a strength that made me shudder. If he was this firm with just his hands what was he going to do to me with his cock? The man who had worked his way in front of me took hold of my head and tilted my face upwards, still unable to see, I felt warm weight against my lips and opened my mouth instinctively. The cock that slipped between my lips was a good size and tasted of sweat and precum. I had already sucked this cock tonight...oh shit! That meant the man behind me was Mr. Big. My head was held more firmly as if my realisation had been transmitted through the cock in my mouth. "Shhhh...relax and you'll be fine." The voice was from the man in front and then I felt the cold glass pressed to my nose. "Breath deep! As much as you can take." He just held the bottle and I just kept hitting it until warmth spread through me and I felt myself losing my ability to think straight. The poppers were my new best friend but even with them I still felt it when spit hit my hole and fingers rubbed around my sloppy, cum soaked ring. I moaned as it felt so good and the cock in my mouth was shoved to the back of my throat and held there. I would have gasped but here was no time, breathing through my nose just meant more poppers and I was already spinning. I screamed. Well I would have if I didn't have my face stuffed with hard dick. The only noise was choked off as I was held firmly in place. Tears streamed from my eyes though in this darkness they were unseen and I could only imagine they would have meant little if noticed. The cock head that had just invaded my arse was so fucking thick. Even after the rough fucking I had taken and the three loads of cum that had slicked my insides I was being stretched beyond anything I had ever known. I couldn't pull away with the man in front of me pressing me back working together with Mr. Big who had his hands on my hips holding me tight and I could tell he was much stronger than me. He was coming in and there was no stopping him. He didn't ram himself inside me but it was a constant pressure, a relentless drive forwards that spread my channel and kept opening me up deep inside. I felt like he was splitting me, tearing me His whole length was thick and getting deeper inside me. I had to breath the poppers again and again and I felt my body relaxing as I gave in to the invasion. I pushed down with my anal muscles trying to open my hole as much as possible and I was rewarded with a pat on my ass cheek as he clearly felt his way forward was easier. The final jab took all my breath away but I felt his balls slap against me. Mr. Big was all the way in. Number Two pulled himself from my mouth and gave me another hit of poppers leaving me panting and light headed. I nearly collapsed to the floor, I certainly lowered my head as Mr. Big began to move. Slowly at first, he withdrew his massive cock from my arse and it felt like he was turning me inside out. I swear my passage was gripping him in a vain attempt to stop any more damage but he wasn't on the same wavelength as me. As soon as I felt his bulbous cockhead pulling on my ring he began his slow push back into my bowels. He would occasionally spit down between us adding a little wetness but I was still stretched tight around his member. Despite the slow movement, or perhaps because of it, the burning that had been enveloping my hole was becoming a hunger. My cock, which had softened from the initial pain of the penetration, was starting to thicken again and because of the pressure inside me it was drooling precum. I was grunting with every motion inside me. In and out, in and out, he was mechanical in his movement making sure my hole was sufficiently open for him. The spit and cum that soaked my anus and the effect of the poppers on me started to make me buck my hips following his movement. This and the fact his huge dick was constantly rubbing across my prostate had me moaning softly with each long stroke. With us both now working in tandem to achieve his total penetration of me, his strokes became easier. This ease of passage was quickly translated into a faster movement which had me gasping and grunting hard. "Oh fuck! So fucking big! Fuck!" My moans and cries were taken as a sign to go faster and he started to punch his prick into me. Jabbing thrusts of his hips that only took half his length out of me but kept me on edge with his every movement pushing more fluid from my cock. He grunted something that I didn't catch and he fucked me hard for about a minute shaking my whole body with the vigour of his pounding. Then he levelled off again resuming a long, slower, sliding fuck into me. I was delirious by this point. The fucking, the poppers, the whole situation had broken me into a fuck hungry hole and I was pushing myself harder onto him. I loved feeling this full, I loved being made to take this huge fuck tool inside me, I loved that these men all wanted to breed my sloppy arsehole. I started to beg for more. More cock, more cum, more of their virus. In answer I was given more poppers by the guy in front of me who just said above my head, "Yeah, this bitch is totally ready. I can't fucking believe he never got fucked before tonight!" Then hands on my head making me look up again. I expected to feel his cock once again sliding across my tongue, and I was hungry to taste his musk again. Instead I felt him lowering himself in front of me and then I was smothered, his fleshy cheeks spread in front of my face and his arse pressed back as I was instructed to lick. I licked, and licked. The cock fucking me pushing me on as my tongue became another sex organ. His taste was musky and sweaty and I felt my cock throb as I licked harder. This was the taste of a man. This was everything I was meant for. His hands gripped and spread his cheeks and he pushed his hole straight against my lips allowing me to kiss and probe his ring with my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue around that muscle and pressed into the centre. He relaxed some and my tongue sank into the whorl. I wish I could have watched this scene from outside my body. Me on my hands and knees like a willing slut being pounded from behind by the biggest cock I've ever seen. At the same time pressing my face between the arse cheeks of another guy so I can rim his hole and relishing the task as only a true dirty boy can. As I did my best to fuck his arse with my tongue he was clearly wanking hard and telling me what good boy I was and how they were loving breaking me in. It didn't take long before the guy I was rimming moaned, "Fuck this feels too good!" He pulled away from my probing tongue and moved around behind me. Mr. Big slowed his fucking and leaned back. This allowed Number Two to straddle me and I guess point his cock directly at my hole because I felt him shuddering and the splatter of wet heat across my crack as he unloaded his cum. He must have been trying to get as much as possible on my hole and all over Mr. Big's dick because once he was done, signified by a firm slap on my arse, he moved away and that huge cock began fucking me again. The pace increased but the added cum was slicking my ring and the motion felt much easier. More poz cum being pushed into me and I was grateful for it. My fingers flexed against the concrete floor as that shaft kept on sliding in and out of me. As he sped up his thrusts I was pushed forwards my shoulders sagging leaving me face down and arse up giving him the angle to long dick me easily. I had been forced open by his monster cock and part of me wondered if I'd ever feel anything smaller fucking me again. The rest of me was focused on the feeling rising in me, the building pressure from his ceaseless pumping. He picked up his pace again and I was barely holding on, a gasping wreck moaning into the floor about big dicks and fuck and so good. Overwhelmed by sensation I couldn't stop myself, there was barely any warning. I involuntarily clenched my anal muscles down on his cock when he was buried all the way inside me and I came. My spunk pouring out of me in a stream splattering the floor as I cried out in definite ecstasy. At this Mr. Big's hands tightened on my hips and he started hammering into me. I swear each thrust was pushing more cum out of me leaving me delirious as my prostate was drummed making my orgasm high painfully long. Within a few minutes of this I could just register him tensing up and the tell of his thrusts becoming arhythmic. I couldn't tell if his cock swelled, I was already stretched beyond what I thought possible, but the roar he gave as he finally unloaded in me left no doubt. He held me firmly in place as he throbbed multiple times adding his own flood of toxins to the multiple loads already soaking into my anal walls. He gave a few more pumps of his hips making sure to push his load deep and he he slowly slid himself from my totally fucked hole. Once he was out I could feel the coldness of the air across my cheeks and arsehole and I knew it would be a while, if ever, before my hole returned to anything like normal. I was left in the middle of that filthy floor. My surprise that both men left couldn't have been more. I don't know what I expected but I think I smiled to the darkened room. Not only had I got what I came here for times a thousand but I had been left here after being utterly used. Somehow I liked that feeling. Somehow, after remaining in position for a minute or two, I felt the strength to move and I thought I really should before anyone else came in. Managing to raise myself on shaky legs I felt around in the darkness for my clothes. Nothing. Shit. My keys. Not to mention having to find a way out of here in just my trainers. "Ahem!" The cough that came out of the darkness was an announcement. I turned to where the noise had come from and realised the pitch black I had walked into had become a greyness. I could see the shape of a man near the doorway holding out the items I had searched for. Reaching out feeling relief tinged with embarrassment and shame at being discovered naked with spunk running down my legs from my gaped anus, I recovered my jeans and t-shirt and pulled them on hurriedly. The man chuckled and there was a timbre to his voice that I recognised, the daddy from before had come back. "Thank you!" It was all I could think of to say. I didn't know if I was thanking him for returning my clothes, or for everything else he had done including removing them in the first place. "My pleasure." He replied with a grin playing across his face, "Yours too I think, given how much you seemed to have enjoyed things. I get the feeling we'll be seeing you around here before too long." He stepped aside and I walked out into the lighter beginning of morning. I walked a little unsteadily across the gravel back to my car, only one or two cars were left in the lot and once again I felt a little self conscious especially as on this walk I could feel the dampness from the spunk soaking the back of my jeans and I was now clearly visible. The drive home was a little uncomfortable but as I played out the events of the night in my head I could feel my cock stirring between my legs and the last thing Daddy said to me repeating itself over and over. "We'll be seeing you around here before long." I couldn't help but smile and wonder precisely how long it would be.

Part ii Naked and on my knees in the darkened toilet after taking two loads deep inside me I was out of breath, sheened in sweat and still leaking precum from the experience. The fact I hadn't yet cum myself kept my brain in a fugue of horniness and my decision making had taken a break after the first guy had started using me. Now confronted by three men looking down at me, including the first man who not half an hour earlier had filled me with his spunk, I found myself reacting like I was on auto-pilot. It was as if I was indulging every pornographic jerk off session I had ever had, after enjoying so much porn and now having already taken two poz loads I guess I just felt it didn't matter what I did now. One of the men was holding his phone up high and in the spotlight that he was creating, clearly recording my debasement, I crawled across the wet floor on my hands and knees as all three men undid their jeans pulling out hard cocks that were now my purpose. As I reached them the man I thought of as the leader, the one who had taken my virginity, grabbed my head and pulled me straight onto his cock. I opened wide and his cock was pushed to the back of my throat. My tongue played around his length tasting the remnants of what I guess was his earlier fucking of me. I was gagging and coating his thick cock with saliva as he guided my head back and forth. My mouth was effectively being used as a warm fleshlight for his needs and I had already submitted myself to it. I came here to find out who I was. Now I had found out I was someone who got naked in public toilets and let strangers fuck them bareback. Who after taking poz loads had stayed for more. Who knew he was being filmed and photographed but kept sucking on the thick cock that tasted of his own arsehole. I evidently was a pretty good novice. "That's a good cocksucker. Enjoy that dirty cock in your mouth. We've got all night to play and these two want to try your holes too." Saying this he was indicating the two men he had returned with but all of my attention was on the thick dick filling my mouth and overwhelming my senses with the scent and taste. "Just so you know we all know each other and these guys are poz too. Once they heard I'd already bred you they figured you wouldn't mind taking some more dirty cum. Looks like they were right too, you need this don't you?" I raised my eyes to affirm that I did need this but the light from the camera shone into my face casting all three men's faces in shadow. I nodded instead, my lips stretched around cock. In that instant I realised that not only had I just had my cocksucking captured on camera with my face revealed perfectly but I had also just accepted I wanted, no needed, poz loads. The two other men now grabbed my arms and guided my hands to their rock hard dicks having me wank them as they watched my face fucking. I groaned around the length of meat stuffing my face as I felt those cocks. Both were so fucking hard but one was huge. Thick and long, I couldn't even imagine how he planned on fucking me but it was clear that was what was in my immediate future. The man in my mouth chuckled in approval as if he could read my mind. "Definitely a night of firsts for you eh?" Sliding himself from between my lips he patted my face with a gentleness that somehow made me even more willing to do whatever this man bade me. He motioned to the smaller man I had been stroking to take his place as he moved around behind me. This left me wanking the massive cock of the third guy. My hand sliding up and down it's length as he appreciatively rocked his hips and grunted his pleasure at my manipulation of his impressive organ. The second man stepped in front of me and pressed his cock to my lips. "Show me how much you love this toxic dick slut!" It was the first thing either of the new men had said but in that one sentence I understood that they all had ownership of me in this place. In putting myself in the position they had found me in I had offered myself unequivocally for their use. I immediately began licking and kissing along his shaft, using my tongue to tease his balls and running back up to his sensitive tip. With one hand on the floor now aiding to support myself and one hand still working Mr. Big, I could only use my lips and tongue to please Number Two. So I did. I worshipped that hard cock. Praising it with my mouth with a fervour that showed I knew my place now. Lapping at it with my tongue before taking every inch to the back of my throat and holding myself there until that cock was soaked in my spit. Then sliding my head backwards and forwards with my lips held tight around him. He too began rocking his hips and groaning in pleasure. Behind me I felt the fingers of my first Daddy press into my puffy, cum-soaked, hole. "Still nice and open I see," his other hand rubbed over my cheeks and squeezed my flesh as he finger fucked me harder. As he picked up the pace making me buck and moan his other hand worked a trail under me leaving my nerves tingling at every touch. As he reached my balls he grasped them and squeezed. His probing fingers worked deeper into me pressing firmly against my prostate kneading me from inside. My mouth full of cock I could only manage a strangled moan as my hips bucked urgently and I felt my balls convulse in his grip. Streams of cum splattered the ground under me and my whole body shook with the intensity. Number Two never relented fucking my mouth and Mr. Big kept my hand gripping his tool tightly. Daddy kept working my balls and pumping my hole with his fingers as he said, "That was so hot watching you cum so hard. Now we find out just what kind of bottom you are." Daddy pulled his fingers from me and almost immediately replaced them with his thick cock. I had no time to react or do anything, he was in me again, his big thick poz dick working my insides for the second time. After he had pumped inside me a few times I realised that I was pressing my arse back onto him and my cock was still hard flopping against my stomach as he began pounding my fuckhole. Even though I has just been so wonderfully milked of my cum my horniness had not abated. My need was still clear and present. I squeezed my hole, trying to show Daddy how much I wanted it. He got the message and gripping my hips firmly he began fucking me even harder. "That's it, that's the little slut I saw earlier! It just gets better now." As he said this his thrusts were deep, and measured, and were obviously all about his pleasure but the harder he used my hole the better it felt. At this point, as if choreographed, both Number Two and Mr. Big stepped away leaving me panting and moaning out loud as Daddy ravaged my arse. With both hands free to press into the ground I could brace myself against the powerful thrusts into me but my whole body still shook from each and every impact. My forgotten cock still slapped against my belly with each hard stroke making it throb harder. "Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes!" I was gasping a litany of my pleasure at being filled. I glanced up and saw the silhouettes of Number Two and Mr. Big still there, still stroking and still filming everything. Fuck. I had completely forgotten that was happening. I felt the pace pick up as I tried my best to stop collapsing from the hard pounding my now sloppy arsehole was taking and the firm grip on my hips became vice like. "Tell me what you need." There wasn't any question here, he was ordering me, making me say out loud it was ok for him to unload his poison inside me. "Tell. Me. What. You. Need!" His thrusts insistent his voice suddenly with a menacing edge and I felt another level to the excitement of having him fuck me. "I need it, your cock..your fucking cock and cum." I panted letting myself go with it, knowing just what he wanted me to say and why his cohorts were getting it on film. There was no going back from here. He slapped then gripped my arse cheek hard his fingers digging into my flesh making me yelp. "Say it slut!" He was jabbing his dick into my guts at this point clearly on the edge of painting my insides with his dirty payload and I obliged his desires. This was the only moment of control I had had in this entire night of filth and I gave it away in a second. "I need your sperm, your cum, your dirty fucking load!" I shouted as I felt him begin to spear me erratically. "Give me your poz spunk, make me dirty! Fucking breed me!" As I cried out my acquiescence his cock throbbed and he pressed himself all the way inside me. Load number three. My soaked ruined hole was now open for all and I knew it. As Daddy began to pull out of me he suddenly thrust one more time into me and pressed his face to the back of my neck. His kisses were a surprise but I pressed myself back against him relishing this moment of tenderness, he whispered in my ear. "I knew you would be a good boy the moment I put my hands on you, I hope to see you here again but I have to go now. I'll let my friends take care of you now, they are both very keen to enjoy your arse and I know you'll let them. Both of them have high viral loads so if it's not already working it's way into you they'll make sure you're pozzed by morning." I moaned like a whore as he withdrew his softening cock from my slick fuckhole and I stayed on my hands and knees. I knew too that I would willingly take their cocks and their loads. What he said made sense, it was already in me, why not just enjoy this? I'd already enjoyed so much. Daddy stood and quietly spoke to the other two while I waited ready for them to use me as they saw fit. As he left the building the camera was shut off and the room was once again plunged into darkness. Suddenly blind I was immediately apprehensive. I could hear them moving in the darkness and then I felt hands on my skin sliding over me, tracing the shape of my body as they both worked around me. I had no idea which was which or what they wanted to do. All I knew was I had just been handed over to their mercy.

"SO HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?!?" He yelled, that boom of a voice filling the small shop. It caught us all by surprise. He looked at his son first and then quickly at me as he pushed aggressively into my hole. "Lock that door, son," he said, sternly. The command was back in his voice. Harrison was still in shock staring at his dad who's huge dick was now pummeling my hole. He shook his head and blinked but the situation remained the same as I groaned louder as his father's cock would pull almost all the way out before plunging back inside me, hard and deep. I had been waiting for this fuck for what seemed like an eternity and I wasn't going to let this surprising family situation get in the way of all the sensations I was longing for. Harrison quickly turned around and secured the lock on the shop door. "We're fuck buddies," I stammered in between his thrusts. "Remember that hook-up I told you about earlier?" I tried to look at his reflection in the mirror. "Well it was with him," I nudged my shoulders as if somehow they were pointing to his son. "But then he cancelled on me at the last minute." I tried to straighten up to continue the conversation, but he hit me again unexpectedly with his left hand-WACK!!!-as he plunged balls-deep into me. "Uh yeah Dad," Harrison approached us. "Remember we were supposed to get together tonight after you closed the shop? You didn't show. I kept texting you for the last hour or so but you never replied." Harrison looked around the shop, seeing my parTy kit on the counter. "I even called a few times," he was talking slower now, looking at my overnight travel bag on the floor, the contents of my parTy kit alongside some used razors on the counter, and at us. "...but your damn phone kept going to voicemail." He saw the glass pipe and lifted it, turning it side to side, looking in the bowl, then at us, fucking in the cracked mirror reflection. "What the fuck." Harrison looked at me, my head turned to the side on the chair, trying to follow through in the conversation in this very surreal situation. His father was lost with the biTch and kept fucking me as if this was just what you did when your grown son came for a visit at your place of business. I continued to groan. "So wait a minute...I cancelled on you," he pointed the glass pipe at me as if it were another digit in his left hand. "And he was a no-show," Harrison pointed the pipe at his dad now, "and somehow you BOTH are here and parTyjng?!?" "LIKEWHATDAFUKKK?!?" Now it was Harrison's voice booming in the shop. "Let me try," I started to reply in a broken stance, "...to explain," I groaned again, trying to twist my upper body slightly so I could face Harrison. WACK!!! Another hard slap and this one STUNG bad that I turned away quickly, feeling him push and pull harder, faster, sudden pain wiped away by intense pleasure that I forgot Harrison was even with us. "SHUTDAFUKUP BOYS!!!" His voice was deafening, commanding, controlling. "Harrison it don't matter how we met. I don't even care how you two met! All I care about is this fuckin' amazing manpussy he got and what it is doin' to my dick!" He pushed in hard. "Now quit playin' with that pipe and light it up!" He did as his father commanded. Harrison added a few big shards to the glass pipe. They were too large to fit inside the tiny hole of the top of the bowl so he slid them into the long stem, until they rattled into the bottom curve of the glass bowl, making the tiniest of noises that only I seemed to hear it in my heightened state. I turned my head, staring. He carefully lit it with the torch, rocking the bowl back and forth as his dad was oblivious to all of this, his cock getting harder inside me. I was surveying the situation, lost between the actual sensations of finally being fucked, being so spun from all the booty bumps and incessant cock teasing from earlier, and this bizarre unexpected twist to the summer evening. The bowl transformed from being partially clear to a small sphere of mist, lovely grey and white condensed clouds forming inside. Harrison took slow deep breaths, inhaling carefully as the smoke rapidly moved down the stem and into his mouth. Everything appeared magnified to me as if my eyes had magically adjusted into micro-zoom. I could see details of the bottom of the bowl, partially discolored from previous over-heating. Part of the stem nearest the bowl was caked with dried crystal almost casting it completely that it became opaque. Harrison continued to feed on the pipe, practicing slow inhales that seemed endless. Finally he lowered the pipe and walked over beside us, leaning down near me, grabbing my chin firmly, his face approaching mine, his eyes closing. I turned my head up and our lips met, his soft lips pushed against mine, opening them silently with a gentle force until his mouth completely covered mine. And then the magical mist, unseen, thick and heavy, entered my mouth. I breathed in deeply, so deep and concentrated that I inadvertently contracted my hole for a moment and felt his father's massive thick tool roughly fucking me. It hurt for a second, but only for that mere moment, as the effects of the shotgun smoke started to have effect quickly. Harrison and I exchanged the smoke back and forth several times, slowly, softly. Finally he pulled away from me, my lips parted wider, wanting him back as he stood up, head cocked back, mouth open, as the sinister fog floated from his mouth to the ceiling, almost in slow motion, glowing a faint light green from the fluorescent lighting. "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" He yelled again, startling us. Harrison turned his head suddenly looking at his father. His eyes looked dazed. The bITch was now with the son and the father. He smiled at his dad. It was a mischievous grin that I was all too familiar with having played with him a few times since we met earlier in the spring. The son disappeared in front of me and in his place was my FFuck buddy, standing beside us rubbing his crotch with a growing bulge. "Ain't that manhole special, huh Dad?" Harrison continued to massage his bulge. The earlier sense of shock and surprise in his voice had faded, now replaced by a lazy, soft tone of acceptance. Harrison spoke with a wrapped edge of anticipation. "FUKKKYEAH!!!" His dad replied. "I've been preppin'his hole for the last hour or so. Gettin' your friend here.." WACK!!! Another sudden slap on my ass stung me hard. "...all loose and open to take my Daddy dick! And he sure is a hungry muthafukka!" He pushed in HARD. "Oh fuck yeah," Harrison moaned. He started to peel off his tshirt, tossing it aside, unveiling his body, a slightly lighter toned version of his father, but a bit more muscled and hairier. His chiseled chest was covered in a dense fur of curly black hair with a ripped torso. His face was clean shaven with a strong square jaw resembling his father in many ways except for the fact that he had a shaved head. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans, quickly pulling that off with his underwear. He was now completely naked, stroking himself. "Fuck that hole," he said, cheering his father on. The father pushed in harder and with force that my body jerked foreword again. He pulled almost all the way out quickly, and then just as suddenly, dived back inside my hole so deep, that I felt his balls slap against my ass. Hard and fast, hard and fast. His pace continued like this for awhile and my hole and my head were getting so lost in the incredible sensations that the shop seemed to go all dark, covered in shadows, the tint of the green fluorescent lighting fading away. My eyes seemed to be shutting itself slowly in response. And then he pulled almost all the way out again. But instead of plunging back inside my hungry hole, he stayed there with just the head at my entrance. The bulbous uncut head seemed enormous now. He seemed to be pulsing his cock. He wasn't cumming. It was a deliberate motion to get the slightest increase of girth of his dickhead. And I felt every amazing moment of it as my sensations were so heightened. His pulsing of the head and the slight and slow movements of his dick head going in and out of my hole was unbelievable. It was like a sequel to his earlier teasing but now he had gotten my hole accustomed to it that I started to play along, contracting and loosening my hole as he pulsed his dick. We were both groaning. "See how he likes that?" He motioned to his son, almost pulling the head all the way out before he carefully pushed it in my hole, just past the ridge of his uncut head. I opened my eyes and turned, observing Harrison who was now approaching us closer on the chair. He repeated the careful strokes a few more times. "Fuck Dad!" Harrison exclaimed, all excited. I looked at his eyes and recognized thaT hunger inside him. "Look how his manpussy asslips wrap around your cock when you pull out!" Harrison leaned in even closer, his hand reaching over. I looked in the mirror and he started to gently caress my asslips that were all slick with my manhole juice. He licked his fingers and brought it back to us, slowly touching my very sensitive asslips with the tip of his moistened finger, gliding it around, feeling how soft and turned on it was. Harrison licked his fingers. "Fukin' beautiful," his dad declared. And then he pulled out so rapidly that I didn't have to time to adjust to the sudden shock of being empty. He pulled away from me, stepped off the chair base platform and stood up straight on the floor of the shop. It all happened so quickly. I was still staring in the mirror and could see my manhole was so open, like a small mouth, pulsing, like it was trying to speak...begging silently to be filled. Before I could actually say anything, Harrison stepped onto the chair base platform, adjusted himself and pointed his dick at my hole. He pushed slowly at first, that I groaned, both in excitement and silently also in disappointment, my mind flashing in an instant that the son would be like his father and torment me further with more cock teasing. And just as that thought was stretching into some other unspoken mental tangent, Harrison PLUNGED IN HARD. OHFUKYEAHHHHH.... He went in hard and deep, rapid and furious, so fast and rigid that everything that had occurred before with his father seemed like some planned set-up. But I knew that was just the paranoia of the biTch settling in for a moment. I let the thought pass quickly and deliberately as the pounding on my needy manhole took all of mind's attention, the sudden shift of nervous thoughts to excited sensations overwhelming me. "Oh fukkk," Harrison moaned, continuing to pummel me with such force that it looked like an assault in the mirror. His father stepped around us, now holding the glass pipe, carefully lighting it as he observed us in action. "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" He yelled again, then took a deep, slow drag from the stem. He continued to walk around us, smoking from the pipe casually, leaning in every now and then to observe his son's long cock fucking me. And then he was in front of me, leaning in abruptly, his head appearing to grow larger and larger as he neared, his right hand grabbing firm on my head, pulling me to his face, his large mouth consuming mine, a heavy dense smoke exhaling into my lungs. I could only close my eyes. It was the only sense of control I had. His face never disengaged from mine. I exhaled the smoke back to him and he kept it in his lungs for a long moment, my mind wandering, so spun, that time had faded. His mouth was like a vice that I could not separate from him so I instinctively breathed through my nose, taking in rapid breaths, inadvertently pulling the smoke back into my mouth as his son stretched my hole. WACK!!! Another unexpected slap, this time hard on my face that I coughed hard, the thick smoke coming out of my mouth in one large exhale, so thick that his crotch faded behind the clouds. "Stay with us Boy," he commanded, he grabbed my chin with his free hand firmly, staring into my glazed eyes. "The fun is just startin'." WACK!!!

I looked at him directly, staring into his eyes with a new hunger. He just smiled back at me, almost silently mocking my vulnerability, my need, my anticipation. I scooted down in the chair further, the leather cracking under me, as I pushed my ass over the edge of the seat further, pulling on both my legs further back, my hands supporting them tightly under the thighs. He stepped forward, grabbing his now very hard cock with his right hand, as he stroked it, pulling on the foreskin so that the thick, bulbous head would appear and disappear, almost winking at me, teasing me. "You wantin' some of this Boy?" I looked at his eyes and then at the head of his dick. I nodded. I think I heard myself groan. "What was that?" He took a half step back. "Y-y-yes," I stuttered, nervously, pulling my legs further back and apart. "Yes...Fuck it." "WATCHA say, Boy?" "Fuck it...please," I begged. He smiled and stepped forward slightly, pleased with himself for commanding the situation. He grabbed the chair suddenly and applied pressure on one side so it swiveled clockwise so quickly that I almost lost my balance in my current position. He looked in the cracked mirror over the counter and adjusted the chair back a little bit in the other direction so that we were both in profile in the reflection. He stepped forward again and yanked on the side lever, cranking it up and down a few times until the chair lowered itself a few inches. He stepped forward aiming the thick cock at my manhole and examined the reflection. "Oh yeah," I whimpered. "Please. Put it in!" I looked at the reflection also, pulling my legs further back and apart. He inched closer so that I felt the thick head brush against the outside of my asslips. I closed my eyes and moaned uncontrollably. "You likin' that, huh?" He shifted the cock head a bit, still on the outside of my manhole, brushing against it, up and down, up and down. He pushed the head in just s l i g h t l y as I felt the massive head spread my asslips with a little pressure. I felt a new moistness, his precum lubricating my hungry hole so that it started to feel slick and wet. I moaned even more. "I guess you likin' it then," he replied for me. "But you ain't ready yet." He pulled back suddenly and my hole closed up slowly from the emptiness. I moaned in regret. "Need to get that special pussy of yours really wantin' THIS!" He shook his thick, uncut shaft, taunting me as we both stared in the mirror. I looked puzzled in my reflection. He turned abruptly and grabbed my parTy bag and fished around inside. "This what I THINK it is?" he asked, waving my contact lens case. "Yeah," I replied, grabbing my legs tighter. "It's Tina but grounded into a fine powder." "Perfect," he smiled at me, unscrewing one of the caps. "Just what I was lookin' for." He licked his right index finger (which was massive in itself) and dipped into the container. The tip of his finger was coated heavily with the white magical dust. The Tina covered his finger like a miniature trimmed white glove in contrast to his dark skin. There was so much dust that I couldn't recall if I had ever had such a large booty bump. This was going to B U R N. "I want to make that special pussy sing," he said, examining his finger and then glancing at my hole. The annoying fluorescent light behind us suddenly snapped again, almost punctuating his declaration. I pulled on my legs tighter. He approached slowly, the finger pointing to the ceiling, almost as if he was holding a gun, ready to shoot. "You ready, Boy?" He looked at me perversely. I replied by pulling my legs further apart. "This gonna sting..." He approached as his hand descended to my hole, almost in slow motion. I glanced at the mirror as the Tina-dusted finger found my hole and dug in quickly. "Uhhhhh..." I moaned in satisfaction and in slight pain. He fed me with so much crystal that it seemed to be lining my colon from my hole and further deep inside. It was like a hot lava rolling inside me rapidly, causing tingling and familiar sensations but heightened to a new level. Everything that the Tina dust touched immediately burned. I was on fire and I didn't want it to be extinguished. "Let's let it cook in there," he said into my reflection, winking at me. His finger never left my hole. Instead he rotated it, clockwise at first, applying a firm pressure against my asswall. It burned with every movement. I bit my lip. And then he would turn that thick digit counter-clockwise, making sure to evenly coat my hungry tunnel with whatever Tina dust was still on that finger. I moaned. He continued, slowly fucking that finger in and out, in and out, but never removing it completely so that my hunger continued to build. I felt a sudden mass and couldn't figure out what he was doing as I looked in the mirror again. "You likin' that huh?" He seemed to announce, again pleased with himself. He pulled the finger out almost all the way from my hole that I saw he had curled the finger inside me for extra mass and volume. And then he pushed back in. I closed my eyes. His finger did a dance inside that seemed like forever. He pushed, pulled and turned and did other countless moves, continuing to tease my hole. I was now moaning uncontrollably as the fire inside ignited to a new level, burning hotter and hotter than I have ever felt before. My heart was beating faster that I thought I could hear it. The heat was intense as was my hunger. "Please," I whimpered. "Put it in!" "You ain't ready until I say so," he stated. He leaned close to me and turned his body slightly. "I wanna hear that special pussy sing." He leaned in and kissed me hard, his large lips enveloping mine so suddenly that I almost lost my breath. I inhaled through my nose. Breathing seemed strangely difficult as my heart beat became more rapid and louder. It was the massive booty bump having its effect. I had never been this high so intensely and so quickly. It was alarming. It was exciting. I inhaled through my nose again and let his fat tongue invade my mouth and kissed him back, licking his lips, his teeth, his mouth. We both groaned. I felt a new pressure on my hole. He continued to kiss me, my eyes still closed, enjoying the heightened sensation and the near panic that seemed to be creeping behind me. My heart beat faster and faster. He had two of his fingers inside my hole which was still on fire. The additional pressure eased up as my very hungry hole swallowed his digits. They twirled inside me in every which way, loosening me up, getting me open, hungry. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, surprised at myself. He stepped back and looked at me sternly. "You like being in control huh, boy? Well let me tell you somethin'. This ain't no booty call. This ain't your spot." He paused and looked around the room. "Remember-you came into MY shop. I make the rules. You got me Boy?" His fingers did a dance inside my hole. He knew he had me. I nodded silently, obediently. The darkness of the early evening crept into the shop as what little natural light left outside faded quickly. The room took on another shade of green, as if the saturation level had been diminished, clouding the room in a subtle vignette of thin shadows at the edges. He suddenly pulled his fingers out. I looked at him in the mirror, dazed, puzzled, selfish in my need to be filled. The emptiness in my hole with its inner fire was maddening. All I could think of was some part of him inside me. NOW. "Put your legs down," he commanded. "You rest for a minute. I don't want you worn out." He turned around towards the counter, reaching for the glass pipe. "We barely started, Boy." He fed the pipe with more Tina and lit it up, slowly cooking it until it was ready. I exhaled a deep breath as my legs came down on the side of the chair. "Relax Boy," he commanded again. "You were getting tense there before. Definitely don't want that." I eased into the chair and slowly pulled myself up to sit a little bit straighter. My heart continued to race, pounding and pounding. I watched him take a big, deep hit from the pipe several times. Then he fished into my overnight bag again, juggling the contents around until he found something. He held a small brown bottle and smiled, handing it to me. He took another big hit from the glass pipe, held it and then set it aside on the counter. He approached me, leaning into me, taking my hand holding the poppers which he steered towards my mouth. He unscrewed the top and aimed the bottle at my lips and silently nodded, commanding me. I took a big, deep breath of a hit as he quickly sealed the bottle. Suddenly his mouth was over mine, exhaling the magic smoke into my lungs, chasing the popper hit. HOLY SHIT! That was a new shotgun experience! The poppers hit my head and made my heart beat faster and faster. I had to shake my head a little from the effect. His face was still on top of me as his eyes stared intensely into mine. Our lips were locked as was our gaze. His pupils appeared to be gradually getting larger, darker, as if they were consuming his irises. Then they would recede slowly, almost back to their original sizes. But before they would hit the origin point they would suddenly enlarge again at a slightly increased speed. Then suddenly, shrink again in some strange rhythm that I couldn't tell if he was somehow silently communicating to me in some new form. I shook my head quickly, shaking it, confused, bewildered, f l y i n g, as the Tina smoke now started to hit me with the haze of poppers. I exhaled back a huge breath and he swallowed my air as his pupils receded to their original size. He pushed away from me, his head and body, retracting rapidly, his large frame silhouetted against the fluorescent green light that appeared behind him on the ceiling, the darkness of his skin taking on a sharp yet faint edge cast by the overhead haze. He exhaled and two fingers found their way into my hole. His head turned slowly at an angle, his right chin lowering itself asymmetrically as he studied my face. I think my mouth was slightly a gape. I wasn't sure. His face was a further distance from mine now. It seemed far away. I couldn't see his pupils anymore or judge their size. His head turned in the other direction as I realized four fingers had been caressing my hole. "I think your pussy is ready to sing." He appeared in focus, sharp. His eyes were all black.