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Having Rod's parents come home presented a number of problems and stumbling blocks for Jerry's plans. But knowing that Rod would want the piss, made Jerry hopeful. How was he going to get Rod alone. It was a real conundrum. Rod still had one of Jerry's buttplugs, too. Jerry spent Sunday night thinking and fretting about how to facilitate turning Rod into the cockslut that he could be. Jerry fell asleep thinking about Rod's big fine ass and how he would fill it, keeping that guy happy, and making Jerry happy at the same time. Rod went to school every morning. He came home, left the car and walked to work. Mr Higgins was there until 4 every day and sometimes til five . Rod had Sundays off. Mr Higgins took Wednesday's off and the store closed at 6. Rod went to Wednesday night church straight from work. Well, Jerry worked nights this week It would be hard, but Jerry decided to play it cool. He'd give Rod a day or two to make a move. Sunday night after church, Rod checked his computer. He hadn't seen it since all the excitement. When he did, he found accounts that he didn't even need a password for. The computer remembered the password. Rod had never seen such pictures and videos. Rod stayed up until midnight. He was totally taken with what he was seeing. He was a little afraid, but unwilling to stop looking. Burly guys with big dicks, fucking, Guys being spanked and whipped. Cock suckers galore. PISS drinkers. Rod really liked that. When he went to bed he dreamed of being in many of those scenes. By Monday morning, Rod was rock hard. He was afraid it was happening again, but the routine, the piss the shower, and all settled him down. His usual peck from his mom and his on her check led him out the door for school. He started the car, drove to pick up Rog and went on to school. It was the usual routine, except his dick would rise and fall more than usual. It was when he let his mind wander to those videos. Jerry must have watched them. How else would they get on his computer. Yes, Jerry, must have a lot more to teach Rod. The more he thought about it, the harder his big dick got. This time he didn't move it back and forth against the zipper. He wanted to, but didn't. One thing was certain. He wanted to talk to Jerry and get his fresh piss direct from Jerry's nice dick. Yes, he'd find a away to get that. He wondered if Rog took Jerry's piss. Rod made up his mind to call Jerry after Mr Higgins left the store. Maybe, he could get that piss and well, maybe Jerry would do a few of the things from the videos. The day dragged on. More excitement to come. Jerry has Rod hooked. r

Freddy was visiting his first bathhouse. He was just a few days past nineteen. Freddy was out and open about being gay for years now but never really did anything. Never had a boyfriend. Never even had done anything sexual before today. He was handson and in good shape. Standing at 5'9 black hair brown eyes with a slightly tanned skinny body. He was spending time studying and playing sports. Too busy. Today he change all that. He had let a couple of guys suck him off and returned the favor. This was all done with condoms. He did not know the difference. This bathhouse had a section he was told to avoid by one of the guys he was with. Freddy was told that going there ment submiting to certain things he may not want to do. Well, after a few hours Freddy decided to take one last walk around the place and if he saw nothing new he would leave. He had his fun. He saw the area he was warned about before and did not plan to enter. However, a man came out of one of the rooms. Freddy knew this was one of the bigger rooms that could hold multiple amount of men. The man was fully clothed. "Kid, I need to talk to you." Freddy was a little nervous about this. "Don't worry kid. We are supposed to be shooting a porn film in here and a camera operator is out. We need someone to just hold a camera and record. That's all. I can pay you 250 bucks for this. What do you say?" Freddy was intreguied by this. "Just the camera and nothing else?" "I promise you will do nothing you do not want to do." Freddy agreed. The room was plenty big. There was room for him, the other camera guy and the director. Freddy was given a robe to wear as introductions were made. The director said to call him Pete and the other cameraguy was called Mack. Freddy was given a camera on a tripod and was told he just had to keep the lens focused and record where Pete pointed. Mack knew what was needed from his camera. A georgous young guy walked in completly naked. He was only carring in what looked like a drivers licence. Which was strange bec Freddy had to turn his in for the room he had. HE looked very young and seemed very excited. Pete had this new guy sit on the bed. Pete stayed off camera but talked to him. "So, tell us your name." "Call me Seth." "'Seth you got that second ID so you could be here?" "I did. Here it is for all to see." His last name was blocked but it showed his name was Seth and that today was his 18th birthday. "Now Seth, I want to make sure you understand everything you are agreeing to and that you concent to all of it." Seth replied, "Oh yes, I know everything involved. I am absolotely POSITIVE, I want all this." Pete had the guy pose for a couple of minutes when the doors opened a second time and another man walked in. This man was huge in more ways than one. About 6 feet 4 inches tall. He must have weighed over 200 pounds and it was all muscle. He also had a dick that looked like it was 10 inches soft. He was covered with tattoos. He had a couple of different biohazard and scorpion ones. Freddy knew what was happening now. Seth was going to get Pozzed. "This little faggot looks cute. I get to give him my gift on his birthday. This will be fun." Freddy felt his dick get hard. He tried to controll it but could not. This was turning him on like nothing he had seen before. Seth tried to suck the new guy's dick but was unable to. He did not have the experience to take it all into his nouth. "Lie on your back" Seth was told. The big man, no one said his name so we will just call him Pozzer, removed a couple of items from under the bed. They were a bottle of lube and a toothbrush. Freddy was confused about the toothbrush until Pozzer put a little lube on the bristles and inserted it into Seth's ass. Pozzer pushed it around for a few seconds and pulled it out. It was covered with blood. Pozzer then put some lube on his massive and hard dick. Seth was told to lift up his legs and grab his ankles. He did as instructed. Pozzer then shoved his cock right into Seth's ass. It was tight and Seth yelled out in pain and pleasure. Pozzer pushed harder and harder until Seth had taken all of his dick. Pozzer was violent with his grinding and fucking. Seth was in extacy. He was yelling out "Fuck me, Poz me. Give me all of it." Pozzer was more than happy to do it. Pozzer came multiple times into Seth's ass. Freddy could see some cum drip out even with the huge dick blocking the way. Seth also shot a couple of loads of his chest. When Pozzer said this was his last load Freddy felt something happen. No one was touching him. He was not rubbing his dick against anyone or thing. He could feel that he was about to cum. As Pozzer shot his last load Freddy started to cum as well. The director say what was happening and moved quickly to swallow Freddy's load. Pozzer slowly pulled out his dick and had Seth lay there while also licking the cum and blood off of Pozzer's cock. Peter suggested that Freddy lick the cum off of Seth. He did so. He tasted cum for the first time and loved it. "Well Seth, it looks like you took your first Poz loads. Any regrets?" "None. I am headed to the doctor's office tomorrow to get tested. I cannot wait for the results." Pozzer then said, "I am super toxic and you got multiple rounds of my death cum. You are infected for sure." Seth jumped up and hugged Pozzer like he had recieved the best gift ever. Seth even had tears of joy over this. Freddy had to admit that he had never been this turned on before. "Now Freddy," Peter said, "Are you ready for your turn to be Pozzed?" Part 2 coming soon.

Justin was a bit dazed and his eyes had to adjust when he went outside but he headed home and knew he needed to get ready for the straight guy who was coming yet tonight. He got home and had some time and got on BBRT. He had well over 100 messages and he opened the first, he read it. Boy, you did a really good job tonight at the bookstore, it is always hot to find a young boy who knows that his holes are for big dirty dick and backs up his ass and just lets a hot hung guy fuck and blow his dirty load in you.. You need to be at the bookstore tomorrow at 11 AM. Same middle booth will be empty for you! I will have you out of there in time to get to your audition for the gangbang. I know they are going to pick you having had my dick in that sweet ass of yours. Justin sent back and email and that read - I will be there, 11 Am. Then Justin went to look at his profile, it had nothing in his status, said he was a top and the description read looking for a boyfriend, all bottom who likes being shared with other men. Justin thought, I would like to be his boyfriend he is so nice and hot and he thought of that big curved dick. The next email and the one after it were BBC's both poz and telling Justin they need to fuck his hot little neg hole. He saved and then ten more poz emails from hot dick then he deleted four and then an email from a young guy. His message stated that he was coming into town next week and looking to be with a guy like Justin. Wondered if he could help him learn about sex. Justin responded he wanted to meet when he got to town. He looks at his profile and nothing was marked but his pictures showed a tall lean guy with a big dick. Justin was salivating. He looked at his watch and needed to get ready for the straight guy. He hopped in the shower and cleaned up and then grabbed another drink. He then went back to BBRT and send D a message. Hey, you said you had some more supplies hidden around my place can you help me out. I could use a couple. Five minutes later as Justin went through more emails D responded. You have two rocks in the nightstand to the right of your bed. Good slut boy! Justin quickly went to the dresser and took the two rocks and slide them deep in his hole. Just started to feel better, and he went back to BBRT. He opened an email from the guy who wanted him to come to try out for the gangbang. The email read. This is to confirm that you are one of two who are still in the running to the guest of honor at our gangbang. Each bottom must take a rapid HIV test and pass it as neg to be in the running. The third bottom tested positive and can no longer be considered for the party. The tops who are coming are very excited and have told us from the body pics we shared on our flyers that they would prefer your jock body and fine ass to be the bottom so make sure you are the address below at 2 PM tomorrow. Be cleaned out and ready. Justin rubbed his balls and cock and thought how fun that sounded and he knew he was neg so it sounded like they would pick him. He shot an email back and said, I am neg so no worries there and yes I will be there at 2. He was ready for his straight guy and soon an email came in from him. I will be there shortly, make sure you have a blindfold on and lay on the edge of the bed with your head with your head were your feet would normally go and do not move once I enter the room. Got it? Just shot back and email quickly and said yes Sir. The straight guy sent back an email and said 10 minutes. Leave the door unlocked. Justin went to the door and made sure it was unlocked and he grabbed his last drink from the fridge and drank it down. He then got on the bed as instructed and put the blindfold on while he lay flying and spinning. He heard the door and then felt a rag on his nose and he was passed out a minute later. Dan had come over to rig him up. He restrained his legs and arms and took his arm and tied it off and gave him his first point. and removed the rope. The boy tried to shoot off the bed but his restrained arms kept him in place. He was breathing heavy and moaning as Dan grabbed his cock and balls and pulled them out from the jock strap. He rubbed and played with his boy dick and aching balls and Justin moaned and tried to move. That little dick kept oozing precum and then Dan heard his straight buddy come in. Your fag whore is ready, he just took a point and I left five more on the nightstand. Use all you want if you have left overs you can drop them off. I also filled the fridge again with G so feed him what he needs for your use. Dad grabbed the kids balls and crushed them in his hands and he let out a cry and he quickly let go. If he give your any trouble this will always get his attention. Dad headed for the door and soon they both heard the door close behind them.

Anyone who knows me, knows I hit the gym generally at least five days a week. Today I got a really good workout in, and decided that some time in the sauna was a well deserved reward. So I hit the shower before the sauna, it felt great to just stand under the water for a while. When I got to the sauna, there were a couple of guys, one of the guys I recognized from my regular gym. Great body, and always liked it when he cam from the pool in his Speedo. Today he was wearing a very loose pair of shorts, with the head of his dick poking out. We kept on glancing at each other; my gym shorts started to tent. He got up and headed back to the showers, and after about a minute or so, I followed him. He went to the last shower stall and left the curtain open; he was stroking. I dropped my shorts, got in the opposite shower, and left my curtain open as well. We both started stroking, After about five minutes of this back and forth, he suggested that I join him. I didn't have to think twice, joined him. We started stroking each other, playing with the other's nips, and making out. He started playing with my hole, he then spun me around and plowed balls deep in my hole. He started pumping his cock in my hole, it felt great. We kept this going for several minutes; biting my back as he was pounding me. Then he just erupted in me, and I blew my load on the shower floor. I definitely need to hit this gym more often.

Spent a couple of hours after work Thursday at my favorite seedy motel. Turned the lights down low, flipped on the porn channel on the TV, got myself ready, then left the door ajar and climbed on the bed ass-up. Between BBRT, Grindr and Doublelist I had lined up 8 tops, but of course I knew some would flake. A couple guys, though, are regular breeders of mine, and always show when they say they will. First guy arrived within 5 minutes. BBC with a 3-day load (I took the previous one, too, so I know!). The second guy is on the DL. He loves to fuck me but I'm not allowed to look at him or talk to him. He usually breeds me silently, then disappears out the door, but this time as he felt my hole, he realized I'd been filled already and was extra turned-on as he pounded me. He got verbal for the first time, calling me a cum dump slut and a pig for raw cock. It was hot, he has a great cock, and at the end he made me clean both loads off his shaft. Delish! The third guy was a younger guy from Grindr, and his dick looked bigger on the app than when he walked in. Still, he managed to slide it in, and within a few minutes he added his DNA. I had a bit of a wait on the other two guys because of traffic. Guy #4 is another DL married dude whose face I'm not allowed to see. He has a long, thick cock that curves down so it hits my prostate as he pounds me. I've come closer to cumming from anal with him than with any other, and he did not disappoint! I spent 15 minutes being driven into the mattress as he worked out his sexual frustration on me, and as he came he said, "take my 6-day load!" His cock just kept pulsing in my hole, and I didn't know if it would stop. Afterward, I expected him to go into the bathroom, but instead he told me to get on my knees and clean his cock. Soooo fucking hot, taking that still-hard shaft down my throat and tasting my ass and the cum of four different guys all mixed together! I knew the fifth guy was outside waiting, and Guy #4 messaged me from outside to let me know someone else was there. He didn't need to, though. Guy #5 is a long-time breeder bud, and had instructions to come in as soon as the other guy left. I re-assumed my position on the bed, and he came in, ran his cock down my cummy crack a couple of times, then slid inside. He must have really needed release, too. He grabbed my hips and pounded me harder than he ever has before. Within a few minutes his speed increased and then he stopped with a gasp, and I felt the familiar pulsing as he added his load to the others. After the last guy left, caught up in the moment, I did something I've never done before. I realized that I wanted to taste the brew in my ass. Reaching behind me, I pushed some of the cum mix into my hand, and licked off every drop. Amazing! I left the rest where it belonged - inside me - dressed, and went home for the night.

Went to a local ABS after work, was sweaty n dirty n horny in my work gear / work boots. Sucked a few guys off and swallowed their loads. The 4th was a younger stocky guy who just finished suckin another dude off. I was watchin a vid and he came into my booth. He unzipped and pulled his hard thick cock out i sucked it for a few minutes and licked his balls. He pulled me to stand up and pulled down my jeans and underwear and started sucking my cock. Told him its sweaty from work but he liked my sweat stink and dove right in suckin my cock and lickin my sweaty balls. I was oozin precum already and he slurped it all up and got me rock hard. I pulled him up and forcefully turned him around and bent him over exposing his hot meaty ass. Spit on his asshole and pushed my cock in, precum was still flowin and lubed his hole. After a few fuck strokes i slide all the way in his ass. Continued fuckin for a few minutes gettin verbal tellin him what a hot ass he ass, and tellin him i was gettin close. Kept fuckin and grunted as i pulled his ass into me and impaled him balls deep, shootin my load deep. Fucked my load into him for a few seconds then my cock slipped out. We both pulled up our jeans and he left with an ass full of cum.

part 1 having visited entourage on a previous trip, I decided on this years journey to vegas I would try out hawk's, the similar establishment oddly located in the same plaza. Having cut way down on sex in the past months, I was ridiculously horny when I arrived, sometime around midnight on a weekday. I was disappointed at first, the large playroom in the back, while full of interesting things like cages and a raised area, was deserted. In fact almost all of the public spaces were empty, and the few open rooms were occupied by men already in progress. I felt a bit let down, so I went into the sauna area to relax. Inside was an older gentleman, about 50, who chatted a bit before moving closer to gauge my reaction. I was tired of waiting and figured I could stand a no if he wasnt interested and grabbed his cock. Thankfully he didnt mind at all, and leaned back as I jerked him hard. I suggested we leave the steam room, and we found our way to one of the darkrooms along the hall. I didnt waste any time and got his cock in my mouth as fast as I could. it was only about 7 inches long, but fat and meaty, with a nice amount of give, a great cock for fucking. He quickly pulled me up and started playing with my nipples and grabbing my ass, before turning me and bending me over onto the couch nearby. My ass was already lubed, I didnt have a condom in hand and neither did he, and i dont think either of us cared as he pushed his cock up my ass. With poppers, being crazy horny, and him having such a nice cock, it was a nice smooth push with no pain. His cock bottomed out and I moaned with ecstacy, he felt incredible. He pumped my ass for a few minutes, having me drool into the couch, when another bottom came in with a top and bent over next to me. Both of us began grunting and moaning as we were fucked, and the new top asked my top if he wanted to switch. It got a bit awkward, as the other bottom demanded my top rubber up, but I got crazy turned on as his top saw my ass and took his condom off! He didnt even ask me at all just took his place behind me and stuck his cock in me. he was longer and thicker, and I grunted with the effort of fitting him. My previous top lost his wood and left, and the now empty bottom watched as I got fucked hard by the man who brought him there. My fucker demanded I beg for him to "breed my pussy" which I did nice and loud cause dirty talk turns me on, especially in public. He pulled out and I felt one of my favorite sensations, a load of cum leaking out of my ass down my legs. It was warm against my skin and I felt so incredibly hot as he stepped away from my cummy ass. A man I hadnt seen approach stuck his finger in my ass, and I instantly blurted out I wanted his cock in me. My previous top told him to fuck my pussy raw, and cheered him on as he stuck his small cock up into me. He started cumming incredibly fast and I just said thank you over and over as he slowly pumped the last of it in. I stood up and the man who had made best use of me grabbed me and asked me if I wanted his help being slutty. I had cum actively dripping out of me, he was well built and easily 3 inches above my 6feet, I melted into him and said id love his help. He grabbed me firmly by the back of my neck, and led me out of the room like it was a leash, it was unexpected, rough, rude and I fucking loved it, he wouldnt even let me put my towel back on. He led me down the hall to an open room with a man jerking off in it, and bluntly asked if he wanted to use my pussy. The man in the room was short, fat, very hairy, and had a small stubby cock, id have turned him down on my own, but I was put against the wall and told to beg for his cum, so I did. It took a minute for him to line himself up, but he came in seconds, and I found a vicelike grip on my neck pulling me out of the room. Ive been fucked by gross men plenty, normally when cock craved, and I always feel filthy, which only turns me on more. I got excited in the next doorway, it was a big cock on a muscular man, but he wasnt interested. The next was a black man with an average cock, who wanted to use a rubber, but the man holding my neck told him no condoms and we moved on. In the back room area I was put in the sling, though it was still a ghosttown. I was told to stay, and my new owner left, I soon found out to get cock.

I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

Hi I know this isn’t that big for others but I wanted to share this. Today I chucked out the last few condoms I had. I’m no longer going to buy any.

I have been a trucker for quite a while, often making the run from Montréal to Chicago. My favourite place to stop in Gary, Indiana. There is a chain truck stop there that is right across from a small porn shop with private booths. I go there to watch a porn. Frequently I'll get down on my knees and suck a dick. I sometimes call my wife and family after while in my sleeper, I can feel and taste the semen from the guy I sucked in my mouth as I converse with my family. It seems so nasty to have it in my mouth as I talk to them. Last month was a turning point of sorts. I was walking out of the place back to the truck stop when I was stopped by another guy who was also leaving. He was a few steps behind me and asked “Got a light?” Pausing, I passed him my lighter. “I have seen you here before” he commented, unsure how to respond. He did, however, know how to keep me on the hook as he remarked "Whatever you are looking for, I would love to help you find it.” I stammered “I can't let the others see me talking to you here. Watch where I go and later come to my truck. The driver's door will be unlocked. Just act as though you are the driver of it. Okay?” He nodded and I turned and walked. I was so nervous. Mixture of emotions churning inside me. This had become more personal and the anonymity was gone. My cock and butt both were tingling at the same time. I didn’t look back as I walked across the street then through the parking lot to my truck. I opened to door and jumped into the cab. I pulled the curtains shut and sat on the bunk. A long long period passed when finally I herd the door latch and then the door opened. His blond head appeared first as he climbed up into the cab. He sat on the seat while I sat glued to the bunk, virtually speechless, even as I recognized the nice tight young body in the cab of my truck with me. “So, do you know why I'm here” he asked as he dropped onto his knees, shuffling across the three foot gap between the seat and the bunk. “I'm here to fuck with a big burly trucker, 'cause I fuckin' love fucking around with married guys.” My cock was like a flag pole. This young guy was a little slut and there I was with him. He popped my cock out and started sucking. He put a hand up and pushed me back so I was laying on the bunk. He was sucking me and then propped one of my legs up on a shelf. I felt his finger probe my asshole. Oh this felt good. I was very close to cumin' when he stopped, got this his feet and returned to the seat. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. It feels great,” I replied. He then pointed to the picture in my cab asking “Is that your family?” I replied it was. He smiled saying it made him hot to see the family the people that trusted me to be faithful when I was out on the road. Then he got to his feet and shoved his erect cock in my face. “So, what do you want more? To be faithful to your family or to fuck around with me?” I grabbed his hips and put my mouth around his mushroom headed dick. I sucked him slowly but eagerly. Fuck he tasted good. I reached between his legs and poked my finger into his butt hole. It felt warm, wet and slimy. I popped his cock out of my mouth and looked up. He looked down at me “Relax, it's cum - from guys who fucked me earlier today. Yeah, I know I'm a slut. You should probably tell me to leave because I want to make you like me.” It was like I was hearing a rattlesnake warning but I became willing to dangle myself in its strike zone. My cock was throbbing as he told me to turn around. I was in a trance of lust as I complied. Turning around and getting on all fours on my bunk. I felt his mouth and tongue on my asshole. He was eating me, tonguing my ass, fingering me deeper and deeper. I felt him rise and he was obviously fumbling with something. Next, the picture of my family was floating down toward the bunk as he obviously threw it in front of me. At the same time, his cock started rubbing at my asshole. "Take a good look at them. You're not going to be able to stop fucking her. You're not going to be a good father if you take me in your hole, and you’ll be worse when you get home 'cause you know what you're going to do to your wife. Right?” My cock grew harder and was throbbing like never before. He knew I was super horned-up. “Tell me what you’ll do to your wife, even 'though you've let me fuck you.” I couldn’t deny what I was thinking any longer. "I’m going to continue fucking her, even though I have been fucked like this.” His cock slipped into my ass. It felt so good. He started pumping me faster and faster. Then my phone rang. He stopped “Answer it. I'll be quiet," he promised. I reached for the phone and answered it on speaker. He continued to fuck me slowly. “Hi, Honey, how are you?” the voice on the other end asked. “I'm great” I replied. I continued conversing as the guy steadily pumped my asshole. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He bent down and whispered into my ear “If you really love her, hang up and I'll stop. If you tell her you love her I will cum into you - with all the risks of my unprotected slut-cock blowing its load in your hole.” It was like I reached a corner. I realized what I was looking for in the porn shop - a reason to never stop going there. “I love you babe. I miss you, and can't wait to see you,” I said to my wife as his steaming hot cum flowed deep inside of me. He reached down and hit the hang-up up button on my phone. "Tonight is your first night as a slut” he said just as the phone began to ring. I got dressed and went with him back to the porno shop as my phone continued to ring away. That night I didn’t just suck a couple of cocks: I pushed my ass to the hole and took all the fuckers I could. It occurred to me that I was not just delivering a load from Montreal to Chicago. I could be bringing a hot load back from my long hauls ... deep inside me.

I pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned hotel. Located near what used to be the airport, back in it's day one could rent rooms by the hour for rendezvous before heading into the city. Since the airport closed, so did the hotel. It was never a 5 star place to begin with and time has only made it more seasoned. I parked out back, though I'm not sure why. Barely able to contain myself, I started to knock on the door to room #8 but it was already slightly open, so I entered and locked it behind me. I heard a deep, growling voice from the room say, "Bend over the bed, bitch." By the time he said it, I was already taking off my clothes. It pays to be one step ahead. I felt a pair of strong, callused hands grab my hips as he shoved his cock into my hungry hole. I grunted loudly, then breathed through the pain. I didn't know his name or what he looked like - and to be honest, it doesn't really matter. Does it? He reached under me and stroked my already hard, throbbing cock. "What are you, bitch?" I couldn't really answer, I was to lost in lust. I couldn't think. He was so commanding, taking control of me as soon as I walked through the door! How could I not melt?! "I...............I don't know." He started to pound my ass harder. Deeper. Somehow, he was able to make sure I felt every inch of him. "Bullshit, bitch! What! Are! You!" I looked within myself for a moment and realized what he wanted - for me to be honest. For the first time, to be honest about what I am. Slowly I looked back at him, his face still hidden in the darkness of the room. "I'm a fucking whore. A cock chasing, cum lusting whore!" For being honest, he stroked my cock harder and faster. "You're a married man that came to a hotel room specifically to get fucked in the ass and get HIV - and trust me, you *will* get it" I gripped onto the headboard as I started to cum. I couldn't stop it. All I could do was grunt and moan while nodding. He reached under me with his other hand and gripped my balls tightly. "Say it!" Finally, I understood. "Yes! I'm a married man that came here to get ass fucked and become HIV positive!" With that he stroked me deep and held it. I screamed it again as I came hard, my body quivering. He shoved me down into my own cum as he started to throb deep inside of me. "What do you want to be, bitch?" As he came inside of me I found myself baring my soul. "I want to be an AIDS infected cock whore!" It was then that I heard the high pitched click of high heels on tile and a very familiar voice. She had fiery red hair and green eyes - and a wedding ring matching mine. She knelt down next to me and smiled. "And you *will* be, Charlie, I promise you." *To be continued*

I don't mind pestering a guy I want. There's this dumb chav on grindr; tall, lifts, drinks, smokes, fucks like a low iq Anglo should, brutal and unimaginative and relentless. I've bugged him into meeting about 5 or 6 times now and I've realised that the later the hour and the more bizarre the grammar becomes, the higher the chances that he'll weave his lazy muscled arse down the road to mine and bully my regularly used manhole for a good couple of hours at least- his stoopid, huffing, sweaty body picking up pace and force enough to literally rock the room we're in when he's pounding me doggy style on the bed (that's his nearly only position, lol- let me repeat: low iq Anglo). And I really kinda sorta slightly fucking hate him- he's rough, thick, monosyllabic, downright rude; I mean, he never talks to me like a human; he sort of barges past me when I answer the door, walking his cheap dirty trainers all over my carpet, goes into the kitchen where I quickly ask him to head, bends over to start rolling a joint on the counter and just orders me to pull down his trackies and lick his "Sweaty, hairy shithole." He actually says that- and does that- on our first meeting. He's a walking advert for toxic masculinity. He's like some sort of knuckle-dragger transplanted from the 20th century. He needs to learn to behave like a modern man. He's also much bigger than me and a bit scary to be quite honest, so I do what he says and "lick the gym out" of his "shitter". The boy fucks good, though, in his way- just over 6 foot and nearly thikk from his gym and soccer and all that boy stuff, he can be put in front of a raised hole and told to fuck it and the lad does what he's told. For ages. He seems pretty good at taking orders and criticism, his slow-witted face, his thick lips and square jaw pout a bit as his breeder cumbrain processes simple suggestions. I like using long words when I speak to him, just to watch his cheeks colour in anger at being too working class to comprehend what I'm saying and having to ask for clarification. So I'll have to turn around, stare into his blue eyes and say slooowly, "I want you to use your hand to rub my bell-end at the same time as you're fucking me, yeah?" A good thick, straight cock, nearly seven inches, big, low-hanging bollocks he seems too proud of in my opinion, all of it nearly bare, strangely, and a bit boyish looking compared to my own furry body, all of this I got the privilege of servicing as his "faggot cumdump". Yeah, he's big and fucking hot but he's also a homophobe, a racist, a sexist, and really fucking dumb. So I'm kind of planning what to do about that...

Last night I was horny as usual so I decided to throw an ad up offering a blow job to anyone who was stuck at work. A little after midnight I got a reply from a guy about 30 minutes away from me, saying he was working and "horny as hell". The stats sounded good, so I wrote back mentioning it would take me a few minutes to get there if he was cool with that. He replied he was, and gave me a general area of the city as his location. Normally this would be a warning sign of a time waster, but after doing Craigslist ads before that shut down I have developed rather a sixth sense for bullshit and something about this just said "nervous straight guy needing to get off". I got in the car and started down there, and after a short time he asked me how long until I got there. I replied that I thought I was about 20 minutes away, but with an address I could put it in the GPS and give him an exact time. He gave me an address of a place "close to where I am" and said to message him when I was close and he would guide me the rest of the way. I kept on, as I still had the feeling this was for real, but he was nervous. I got to the address he had given me and he replied saying if I felt like giving him a phone number to call it would be quicker. What he hell, I thought and gave my number. I started back down the street, and an unknown number called my phone. It was him, and I gave him the intersection I was at. "You just passed me, turn around and turn right on (side street." Alright, I was there and then he said "Um, turn into that first driveway, I'm actually in the fire station there." HOT DAMN! He instructed me to park next to a vehicle in the front parking lot, and he would be at a door between the 4 big bay doors on the front of the station. I got out of the car and saw a figure through the glass of the door. We saw each other and hung up. I was led into the garage where the fire trucks were and was still in disbelief at my luck. He was good looking from what I could tell as it was pretty dark in that part of the garage but hell I was going to suck off a fireman in the actual fire station so who cared what he looked like ha ha. We went towards the back of the garage, and after being cautioned not to trip on some fire hose on the ground we entered this emergency command center trailer thing. He shut the door almost all the way, so there was just as little sliver of light. He unzipped his blue work pants and fished out his dick, which was already hard. I got to work, and he laid back on this little counter thing and let me go at it. He was about 7 inches, cut and had one of those dicks where the head is a little bigger than the shaft. He lifted his shirt and grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. I played with his nips and felt around his chest and that seemed to do the trick. He put his hands on my head and jerked me up and down, kinda using my mouth as a fleshlight as I felt him up. After about 5 minutes he announced he was going to cum. I got 4 or 5 healthy squirts of sperm on my tongue, which I savored for a few seconds before I swallowed. I licked the drops off his dickhead until he was soft. "Thanks, that was what I needed." He zipped up and we went back to the door of the garage, and he thanked me again and I was soon back on my way. I sent him an email telling him I had really enjoyed it and if he ever needed head to hit me up. I hope he does.

I was at a house party Saturday night . Guess I was the feature bottom the most twisted anyway I remember 8 but had 10 marker lines on my far head and 22 on my ass cheeks . All in all good night .

J"erry began to worry when his phone hadn't rung by 4:30. He almost dialed Rod's number and then at 5:05 Jerry saw Rod's name in the phone as it range. Let it ring a few times. Don't be too anxious. Jerry feigned surprise at Rod's call. Rod said, "Man, uh, buddy, uh, Jerry could you come by the store?" Jerry replied, "Troubles?" Rod assured him it was not real trouble but he needed advice and uh some special juice. Jerry agreed to head to the store. Jerry felt sure he had Rod hooked. Now, he just needed to let him have a little rope and he wouold hang himself. Jerry took his time and that drove Rod crazy. The store had one customer when Jerry came in. "I'll be with you in a minute," Rod called. The minute the customer left Rod led Jerry to the back room to the pan for emptying the scrub bucket. It was much like a shower. Jerry played dumb. Rod had to ask for the piss. Jerry was happy, he had been saving it all day and felt as if he would explode. He even had asparagus for a late lunch at 4. The piss would be strong tasting and smelly. If Rod took it, he had him. If he turned away, Jerry would have to work harder to get that hot piece of hot ass to do whatever he wanted. Rod begged saying, "Please, Jerry, I really need it. Please." Jerry made him carry on for a while and then he whipped it out. Rod was thrilled. He knelt in the scrub bucket basin and said, "I really need it. I have been waiting all day." Jerry worked hard to start and stop the flow so as not to overpower Rod until he learned to take as fast as it flowed. Rod kept swallowing. Jerry kept pissing. Jerry thought it took forever for Rod to take it all. Rod licked his lips when the dick came out. Jerry said, "Well, you owe me a favor, Rod. Now suck this cock and swallow my cum, full of protein, you know." Rod looked confused, but took the dick and started sucking. It took a good 15 minutes and all the strength Jerry could muster to make the orgasm last so long. When, Jerry recovered he asked, "Was that a fair trade, Rod?" Rod agreed. He asked Jerry how he could get some piss in the morning. Jerry said that it would be tough as the piss has to be fresh. Jerry considered. OK, he thought. Can I get the piss again tomorrow? He asked Jerry the question. Jerry said, "Well, I guess so. Will we do it here again?" Rod agreed. But he asked Jerry to call first. Jerry waited for Rod to finish his closing routine and they walked part way home together. All the while, Jerry was scheming how to get into Rod's ass again. All the while, Rod was wondering how he could get Jerry to hurt his dick and fuck him. It seems to be a match made in heaven. Stay tuned for the next episode

Again with the labeling. There's countless forums for political expression outside this site without instantly alienating half our BB brothers and pitting them against each other for political entertainment. A little class amongst pigs please, and respect for the United States by not amplifying the dirty laundry of our political system on an International sex forum. Thank you.

Deep in my hole with his throbbing meat spewing his thick seed. I luv the slime feeling the feeling of being nothing more than a breeding bitch.💊👠

The only guys who I encounter who ever want to fuck with rubbers are young, DL guys with girlfriends. They are terrified of bringing anything home to the their girls. Usually, it isn't HIV they are worried about (especially since they will be topping me). They are worried about everything else that might expose them as a cheater.

I’m 19 and get hit on all the time by older men, some I would nothing to do with and some I can’t wait till they are fucking me. The one who fisted for the first time is over 70 and when he is around I can get into the sling fast enough. It’s not about the age but how you act.

I love arse... I trully love rimming and eating it. But bottom bloke here, no problem taking it, and I am proud to be a Bum Boy and service Tops with my ass.

I love pissing down a faggots throat just to remind it what a subhuman whore it is and let it know that I don't have any respect for it. Like all the other men, I'm just using the bitch. Difference is l don't pretend to think its anything but another cumdump.

Justin went home and drank one of the drinks and went to bbrt and opened it to kill some time. There was a note there in the first email, good work slt. You have been putting our supplies to good use and I have left you two rocks a bit larger then you have taken for your sweet boy pussy. I also left you more to drink, signed the letter D. Justin took a shower and cleaned out and up and then slide the two rocks in with some lube. He Rushed off to address the old man gave him in the text, it was ten blocks so Justin took and uber to make sure he got there on time. The house was really nice in an expensive area of town, it was a two story with a big front porch and an American Flag flying in the wind. Justin went up to the door and there was an envelope with a Large W on it. He opened it and read it. Whore, glad you made it and you are obviously on time or the note would have already been removed. You are to walk to the back of the porch and enter that door, there is a long string hanging on the door knob. Once inside you will find a blindfold. Please the blindfold on after you take your shoes off, Leave your shirt and shorts on. There is a bell on the stand, once you have the blindfold on ring it. Justin grabbed the bell and rang it and stood there blindfolded. The tall older man came up behind him and tightened the blindfold and grabbed both hands and used a zip tie to fasten them behind Justin's back. Even though he was entirely nervous about what was going to happen his mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting this guys ass again. The guy grabbed his neck and told him to walk and he steered Justin to the living room. Justin sensed he was not alone and the guy led him over to kneed and Justin did. The guy said "boys, you will find that sometime between women, while your girlfriend is on the rag or just not putting out you will need to services of a fag." I stumbled across this fag and he is not our service whore to use.." Michael you are first, pull your shorts down and stand in front of the fag, Michael wasted no time in standing there with no shorts and his dick hard already. The guy said open your mouth faggot, Justin did and the young guy slide his dick into Justin and it was big fuck, as long as his dads and (just thought the guy must have been their dad) but thicker. Justin sucked on that thick dick while the tall guy held his head and pushed it onto the big dick. The kid he was sucking began to moan and leak precum. Then the guy said that's a good start Michael, let your brother Breck have a turn. The other kid stood up and he too was rock hard but he did not wait, once Justin opened his mouth the shoved his dick and started to fuck Justin's throat as Justin gagged and slobbered all over the kids dick. Good Breck, show your brother what a fag is for. Breck fucked Justin's mouth violently and soon Justin vomited. Breck pulled off his dick out and Justin tried to catch his breath. He had not eaten anything so it was just bile and saliva. The other guy grabbed a towel and cleaned up Justin's face and then told the boys to get on the sofa on all fours and let the fag eat their holes. He pushed Justin forward and soon his mouth was at Michael's hole and he started to eat and lick. His hole was so smooth, hairless and tasted so good. The guy said, you like tasting my my grandsons hole? He just turned 18 and needs to learn that fags can be a service to straight guys. Eat his man hole fag whore. Justin ate and tongued the boys hole and Michael moaned and pressed back. Then the old guy grabbed Justin's head and took it and shoved it in Brecks ass and Breck pulled his ass apart so Justin could get in his 19 year old hole. He two was smooth and tasted even better. He pressed his ass back and said Eat my hole you nasty fag. Breck started to moan and call Justin a fucking whore, This went on for three to four minutes an then the kid said I am about to cum you cum whore, The other guy said Open your Fucking mouth slut and Breck began to fuck Justin's through and it only took four good thrust and he shot deep in Justin's throat. Justin was disappointed that he could not taste that huge load as it ran down his throat. He did get a taste of that young cum as his dick took one more pulse as the head rest on his tongue and Justin got to taste that thick rich cum. The kid saw the satisfaction on Justin's face and he said open your mouth fag and as Justin did he spit a huge wad of spit in his mouth. Swallow that you whore. Michael jumped up and fed Justin his cock and Justin sucked and licked and swallowed it and before loan the kid said I am gonna cum and Justin pulled back enough so his tongue could lick under the head and before long Michael shot a huge load in Justin's mouth and when Michael pulled out he savored hit before swallowing every last drop. Boys I know you are both gonna be ready to go again but let your grandfather have the whore and I will call text you when you can use him again. The boys both left the room and the older guy whispered in Justin's ear. You fucking whore, you are about to have three long term breeders use you as their cum dump several times a week. These boy need to learn what fags were brought into this world for. With that he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, his dick was hard this time. He seemed to get off on watching Justin service his grandsons. Open that slutty mouth of yours and suck on my man dick, you just let two boys fuck your mouth and you swallowed their cum now you need some man cum. The older guy guided his cock into Justin's mouth and Justin nursed and sucked his cock and the guy slowly guided more and more until he was fucking Justin;s throat again moaning. Fuck boy you really want my cum too don't you. I am going to unfasten your hands and you are not to touch yourself, only my dick, balls and legs. Understand boy? Justin said Yes Sir. The tall guy sat down on the sofa and had Justin come over and lick and suck on his balls while he jacked his dick. That's it fucking fag, after several minutes the older guy lifted his leg and told Justin to lick his hole. He worked his way down to the mans hole and he licked and tongued him and the older guy kept pulling his legs higher for Justin to get his tongue in deeper. He moaned and said fuck, if my ex wife had a mouth like yours I would have never divorced her. He spent the next twenty minutes servicing this mans hole and then he put his legs down and said get back on my dick boy. He text his grandsons to come in and when they did Justin was sucking on the big cock up and down and the guy pulled him off and told Justin to stand. He did and then he was ordered to drop his shorts which he did and he was in a Jock. He grabbed his neck and steered him into the room and when they arrive his hands were bound again. The older man got on the bed and told Justin to get on the bed and the two boys helped Justin get up and they had him straddle his grandfather and as Gramps lubed up his dick they lubed Justin's hole. The older guy told Justin it was time and he put his dick at the boys hole and then pressed him back some and Justin began to slide down on that long dick. He moaned and the guys said just like a cunt. Breck you are first, just like that porn its time to practice and with that the older guy pushed Justin all the way down on his dick and pulled him tight against his chest and Breck got up and lined his cock up at Justin's hole and pressed in roughly and Justin yelped and made a lot of nose. Breck was not gentle and he used the most uncomfortable angle to open Justin's hole. Granps told Michael to grab a towel and shove it in the boys mouth, he quickly did and the boys cries were muffled and Breck and Grandpa both fucked Justin till Breck lost his load deep in Justin and pulled out and Michael tried and Breck had to help guide his dick in and Michael only lasted a few minutes and shot his not a minute later Breck got back in and fucked and Grandpa shot his nut and Breck lost another in Justin. He told the boy today's lesson is over, we will have this fag back in a couple days. Don't tell your parents! With that they both got dressed and left. Justin laid there and the old guy came back in and said You are one hot fucking whore. Cum in your ass and stomach you love our dna don't you. Justin said Yes Sir. The old guy said, I am gonna take you back out to where you walked in. Once I get there the light will be shut off and I will unbind your hands. Do not move till I have left the room and when you leave go out just like you came in and speak to no one. Understand? Justin said Yes Sir.

Part 6 - Cruising for unprotected sex It was the mid 90s and I had not long turned 30. After many years of carefully practising safe sex, I was starting to fuck and be fucked without condoms more and more and I was really getting off on the risk. It felt like there was no safety net and I loved it. I had not heard the term barebacking at this time - it was referred to as "sex without a condom" or "unprotected sex" if anyone referred to it at all, which most people didn't. There seemed to be an assumption that everyone was playing safe and certainly all of my friends thought I was. They had no idea that even the phrase "unprotected sex" made my dick go hard. When I then started initiating sex without a condom I was surprised at how many guys were up for it - and especially surprised at how many guys who were in relationships seemed happy to cheat on their partners without protection. One hot summer night I was cruising on Hampstead Heath with my friend Alan from Scotland. I had been friends with Alan for ten years and when he came to stay with me in London we would sometimes go cruising. Alan had been with his partner for many years but he liked to stray now and then when he was away from home and the year before I had discovered that Alan sometimes fucked without a condom. We had a threesome with a blond lad we met in a pub in West London and both Alan and I had fucked the lad without a condom. The next morning Alan had admitted he got bored of always using condoms and we had ended up in bed together where I fucked him and came deep in his unprotected arse. Alan had told me he was horny when he arrived earlier that afternoon and and after a meal in a restaurant in West London, we decided to head up to Hampstead Heath. I had been really turned on watching Alan fuck the blond lad without a condom and even more turned on by that fact that Alan had offered me his arse and let me cum in him. I was very horny and looking forward to going cruising and I wondered if Alan would fuck without a condom again. We cruised around for a while and then I recognised a guy I had met before standing a little way back from the path. Matthew was in his late 20s, short, with dark, spiky hair and really fit body and arse. I had met Matthew and his partner a month or so earlier one Sunday lunch time in the same bar Alan and I met the blond lad. We had started chatting and it was clear they were up for a threesome. I liked both of them, but was especially attracted to Matthew - he had a great body and a really fit, slim arse. They told me that, although they had the occasional threesome and enjoyed sex with other guys, they only ever fucked with each other. Matthew's partner explained that they felt it was too much of a risk to fuck with other guys even with a condom, but indicated that they were happy for me to watch them fuck. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to get to fuck Matthew, but the thought of watching him take his boyfriend's cock up his fit arse turned me on and soon we were on our way back to their flat. Soon we all had our pants down and Matthew went down and started sucking me as I kissed his boyfriend. Matthew sucked us both for a while and soon we were all naked on the bed and Matthew was sucking his boyfriend's cock with his arse in the air and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. I rimmed Matthew for a while and then we changed places and I felt Matthew's tongue up my arse as I sucked his boyfriend. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then Matthew knelt up on the bed and I watched as his boyfriend pushed his bare cock slowly but surely right up Matthew's arse. Matthew sucked my cock for a while as his boyfriend fucked him and then I pulled out his mouth and went round to watch them fuck. I could tell his boyfriend was close and soon I was watching as he thrust his cock hard up Matthew's arse and unloaded in him. I watched as he pulled his cock out and some cum slid out of Matthew's hole. I was very horny now and ready to cum and Matthew turned round and took my cock into his mouth. His boyfriend got up and said he was going for a shower. "I'll leave you to finish him off," he said to Matthew as he nodded to me with a smile and left the room. Matthew sucked me for a while and then, as we heard the sound of the shower, Matthew pulled his mouth off my cock and turned round, pushing his arse towards me. I was really surprised, but I didn't hesistate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed right up him, my cock sliding easily up his cummy hole. "We have to be quick," he said as I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him. I knew that wouldn't be a problem as I was already really close to cumming and I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him harder. After about ten or twelve more thrusts I began to cum in his arse and just as I finished and pulled out, we heard the shower going off. We were sitting on the bed when Matthew's partner joined us with no idea that I had just fucked Matthew and dumped a load up his cheating arse. Matthew recognised me and grinned as he came towards us I introduced him to Alan and we chatted for a while. I asked where his boyfriend was and he said he was away visiting family. Alan and Matthew were obviously attracted to each other and soon we had moved off the path and into some bushes. Alan got his cock out first and Matthew went down on him and soon he was taking turns sucking us, alternating from one to the other. After a while, Matthew stood up, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over to suck Alan's cock. His arse was now in the air and I went round and began to finger Matthew's arse. He was already lubed and he didn't even look round as I pushed my cock up him an began to fuck. Alan looked at me "Are you wearing a condom?" he asked. I shook my head and Alan grinned. I fucked Matthew for a while and then Alan took over and we took turns on him for a while - it was all very horny. I shot my load up Matthew's arse first and then Alan added his. When we had all pulled our pants up, Matthew said he was going to look for some more cock. Alan and I cruised round for a bit longer and soon Alan was cruising a fit black guy and I watched as they headed into the bushes. Alan motioned me to follow and I stood nearby and watched as the black guy unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his pants and Alan got down on his knees. The black guy seemed quite happy for me to watch as Alan began to suck his big cock. Alan sucked him for a while and then stood up and I watched as Alan fingered some lube into his arse and bent over. The black guy produced a condom, took it out and rolled it on to his cock. I heard Alan groan as the black guy pushed up his arse and I had a great view as they began to fuck. I was just thinking that the only thing that would make this hornier was if they were fucking without a condom when Alan pulled off the guy's cock and stood up. He said something to the black guy and the black guy nodded. I watched as the black guy pulled the condom off his cock and Alan bent over again. The black guy stood behind him and pushed his cock back up his arse - now without a condom. He began to fuck Alan harder and I could hear Alan grunting as the black guy pounded his now unprotected arse. I could tell the black guy was getting close and I heard him panting "Can I cum in your arse, mate?" and seconds later his head went back and he pushed his cock hard up Alan's arse and held it there. When he had finished cumming. the black guy pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared. Alan looked over his shoulder and grinned at me. Seconds later I was standing behind him and my cock was up his arse. I began to fuck him and before too long I was adding my load to the black guy's. On our way back up to the path we saw Matthew again, leaning up against a tree being fucked by a stocky blond guy. It was a really horny experience and I was especially turned on by the fact that both Matthew and Alan were not only cheating on their partners but were letting total strangers fuck them without protection and load them up. I had another very horny experience later that summer when I was staying with a couple of friends in Hamburg. I had known Udo and Steffen for a few years and had stayed with them a few times. Of all my friends, they were the most committed to safe sex and they were both heavily involved in gay men's health campaigns and the promotion of the safe sex message. They had quite an open relationship, and although I had never fucked with either of them, we had gone cruising together in a club in Hamburg a few times and I had seen them both enjoy sex with other guys, always, of course, using condoms. Udo was in his mid 40s and Steffen was, like me, in his early 30s. On the Friday night Udo was working night shift and was getting ready to go out. Earlier on Steffen had asked me if I fancied going cruising at the Stadtpark with him later that night and Udo had said he wished he could come with us and told us to have fun but play safe! We both said we would and Udo went off to work. Later on Steffen and I got ready to go cruising and as I showered, I began to play with my cock. I wondered if I would get some time to myself - I really wanted to fuck some arse and possibly get fucked myself- preferably without a condom - and I knew that for this to happen I would probably need to lose Steffen at some point. When we were both ready Steffen asked me if I was up for a change in plan. He told me he knew of a much more interesting cruising ground outside Hamburg and asked me if I fancied giving it a try instead of the Stadtpark. I nodded and he grinned. "Great," he said and then, slightly to my surprise, he added "We dont need to tell Udo." Soon we were on the Autobahn heading out of Hamburg. Steffen drove for a while on the Autobahn and then exited onto another road and a little later I saw a sign for a picnic area up ahead and soon we were pulling into a layby set well back from the road. There were a lot of cars in the car park and quite a few guys heading into the bushes and soon I was following Steffen into the woods. It was a beautiful warm summer's night and I could smell aftershave and cigarette smoke somehow this made me even more horny. A couple of guys greeted Steffen and I guessed that this was probably a regular haunt of this when Udo was working night shift. We cruised around for a while and then headed over to a car which had a crowd of guys round it. Quite a few of the guys had their pants down and were playing with themselves and each other as they watched whatever was going on. We moved closer and I saw that a young blond guy was kneeling on the driver's seat being fucked from behind by an stocky older guy. Near by a couple of guys were being sucked and I knew this was going to be a good night. Steffen and I watched as the guy fucking the blond lad shot his load and pulled out, pulling a condom off his cock and throwing it on the ground. The guy standing next to him stepped up and pushed his cock up the blond lad - without a condom. I looked at Steffen, who shook his head, looking disapproving. I was really turned on, especially as after a short time the guy came up the blond lad's arse and pulled out and another guy pushed up him without a condom and began to fuck. Nearby a young Turkish lad was being fucked against a tree, and I was fairly sure that the guy fucking him wasn't using a condom either..... Steffen said he was going to take a walk into the woods and asked if I would be alright here for a while. He told me not to wander too far away from this area as I might get lost and said would come back for me in a while. I was well happy - my cock had been hard in my pants for some time and I couldn't wait to get in on the condom-free action which seemed to be going on all around me. I watched the action for a while - the blond guy was now being fucked by another guy and there was a queue of guys waiting to fuck him. I guessed that not many of them were planning to use a condom. I wandered around for a while and then I got cruised by the young Turkish guy I had seen being fucked earlier on. Another, older guy was cruising him too and soon the three of us were in the bushes. The Turkish lad sucked us both for a while and then stood up. He stood up, and turning around, he pulled his pants down and bent over. The older guy motioned to me to go first and I pushed my cock up the Turkish lad's arse. I knew I wouldn't last very long but I really needed to cum so I fucked the Turkish lad as the older guy fingered my arse and before too long I was shooting a nice big load of cum right into his arse. I pulled out and the other guy took over. I was feeling great, I was still very horny and I knew I would have no problem being able to cum again and I decided to cruise around and see if I could get a few loads up me before Steffen came back. I joined a group of guys wanking and sucking nearby and soon my pants were down and I was in the middle of the action. A young nerdy guy with glasses was the first to bend over and take a cock up his arse and a few minutes later I was bent over being fucked beside him. The guy fucking me was not wearing a condom and when he shot his load up me another guy took over and then another. I ended up being fucked by five or six guys in quick succession - only one of them used a condom and at least three of them shot their cum into me. I decided it was time to move on. The nerdy guy was still bent over being fucked and a fit, mid 30s blond guy was now bent over next to him. I needed to cum now and when the guy fucking him pulled out, I went up the nerdy guy and shot my load up him almost immeditely. I was drained now and ready to call it a night. I looked around but there was no sign of Steffen so I decided to go and look for him. I walked deeper into the woods, fairly confident I could find my way back if I needed to. A few guys were headed in the same direction and I assumed that this path led to another cruising area. After a very short time I came to an area with picnic tables and, if anything, this area seemed to be even busier. A number of guys were bent over being fucked over the picnic tables and it didn't take me long to realise that one of them was Steffen. He was being fucked hard by an older guy and several others were standing around him wanking and I knew instinctively that Steffen was being fucked without a condom. I moved closer and watched as the guy fucking him pulled his bare cock out Steffen's arse and another guy took his place. As the second guy pulled out, a tall thin guy with glasses took over and fucked Steffen and before long he was obviously cumming deep in his arse. When he pulled out a load of cum spurted out of Steffen's arse. I was genuinely shocked - but very turned on. I watched at three more guys fucked and loaded Steffen and then Steffen stood up and I thought I had better make my way back to the car park area - I didn't want Steffen to know I had been watching him. Steffen joined me a short time later and we made our way to his car. He asked if I had enjoyed myself and I told him I had a great time. He grinned and soon we were driving back to the flat where we had some supper and went to bed. The next morning I got up and Steffen was making breakfast in a T shirt and boxer shorts. I had always thought Steffen had an attractive arse, and I couldn't help wondering just how many loads he had taken up him the previous night. Just then Udo came in and as we sat down to breakfast he asked us if we had enjoyed ourselves at the Stadtpark. We both said yes and both assured him we had played safe. Later that year I was back in Hamburg with my friend Michael and a group of his friends spending a long weekend at the Christmas markets. I enjoyed the company very much although I only knew a few of them - some of the others I had met and one of two I didn't know at all. I was the only one who knew Hamburg well and soon I had become the unofficial tour guide. On the Saturday afternoon, most of them were going shopping in the town centre but one of the guys, Paul, said he wanted to visit the St Pauli football shop and asked me if I wanted to go with him. I had got talking to Paul the night before and we had discovered that we had quite a lot of interests in common including German football. I liked him a lot and, as his partner was not into football and was intending to go shopping with the others, I was happy to take him up on his offfer and we set off for the football ground, stopping for lunch together on the way. We got on well and I liked his sense of humour, which was very similar to mine. Paul was the same age as me, dark haired and quite slim with glasses and, as well as enjoying his company, I found him quite attractive. We visitied the football ground and both bought some merchandise and as we came out the stadium, Paul asked me if the Reeperbahn was nearby. The Reeperbahn was a fairly notorious area of sex shops, cinemas and other dubious establishments and, although I had not been there for a while, I had enjoyed a few visits there in the past. I told Paul it was just down the road and he said he would be interested to see it. We had plenty of time before we were due to meet the others and so we headed down there. The Reeperbahn was not quite as seedy as I remembered it, but it was still packed with sex shops, cinemas and live shows and I could see that Paul was enjoying the experience. He asked if I knew of anywhere interesting to go and told me he had always wanted to visit a sex cinema. I admitted I knew a good sex shop and cinema but said I had not been there fora while and couldn't say what it was like now. Paul was keen to visit it and soon we were in the sex shop browsing around and after a while Paul suggested we visit the cinema. "You only live once!" he said. We paid our money and soon we were being buzzed through into the cinema. I could tell Paul was a bit nervous and he took hold of my arm as we stumbled into the darkness of the cinema. After a while our eyes got used to the darkness and we went for a walk around. There were two cinemas - a large screen and a smaller one and then a load of video cabins and some cubicles with glory holes. Paul's eyes lit up. "Glory holes!" he said and added "I've always wanted to try them." We cruised around for a bit longer. The place was not very busy but a few more guys had come in now and, though most were much older than we were, a few younger guys had now come in. After a while, Paul suggested going back to the cabins with the glory holes. There was nobody about and Paul looked at me. "Do you want to try it?" he asked. I wasn't sure quite what he meant but he opened one of the cabin doors and indictated me to go into the next one. Paul had been flirting with me quite a bit during the afternoon and I wondered just what he had in mind as I went in and shut the door and then looked through the hole. Paul looked through at me and grinned and then I heard him stand up and I heard the sound of a belt buckle. I looked through again and saw Paul's trousers and pants coming down and a moment later his hard cock pushed through the hole. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him and I heard him groan on the other side of the partition. He had a really nice big cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking him. After a while he pulled back and indicated to me to push mine through the hole. I pushed my cock through the hole and into his mouth and soon I was enjoying an amazing blow job. Paul sucked me for a while and then pulled off. I looked through the hole and saw that Paul was now sucking a cock which had been pushed through the other hole. He saw me looking and motioned to me to come and join him and soon I was in the cubicle with him. Paul sucked the cock for a while and then I took a turn then the cock was pulled back and Paul stood up and pushed his cock through the hole again. When he pulled back, I looked through the hole and saw it was one of the younger guys on the other side - a good looking, slightly chubby blond guy. I pushed my cock through and let him suck me for a while and then Paul took another turn. He pulled me towards him and soon I was standing behind him as he got sucked through the hole. He turned round and kissed me and soon my hand was on his arse, and my finger was pushing between his cheeks and soon I was fingering his hole. Paul pulled back from the hole and bent over to look through it, giving me an excellent view of his hairy arse. He then turned round and pushed his arse against the hole. He sighed and I assumed he was being rimmed. Then he grunted and moved forward and I saw the cock pusing up his arse through the hole. I was really turned on now, especially as I could see that that Paul was being fucked without a condom. Paul moved forward and leant against the other wall, giving me a great view of the big bare cock thrusting up his arse. Paul pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I reached for his cock and began to wank him as the guy began to fuck him harder and then Paul bent lower as the guy began to thrust even harder up his arse, and from the noises he was making I coudl tell he was cumming deep in Paul's arse. Paul straigthened up and pulled away from the hole and I saw the guy's cock being pulled back through the hole. Paul kissed me again and then turned round and bent over the little shelf at the back of the cubicle. I didn't hesitate - I pushed my cock into his cum filled arse and began to fuck him. I didn't last very long and as I shot my cum into his arse, Paul shot his out in front of him. Paul looked at me as we pulled up our pants a little later "I won't tell anyone if you don't!" he said with a grin. A short time later we joined the others for a drink and I watched Paul chatting to his partner - another guy with no idea that his boyfriend's cheating arse was loaded with cum. Part 7 to follow

I’m going to give this another try and see what happens… ———— I was beat when we got back into town so I told Louis that I was just going to go home. He nodded and headed towards his place. I got home just after sunset and kicked back on the couch, a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. I loved the smell wafting off my body - sweat and cum was the best cologne a guy could have as far as I was concerned. I finished off the joint and rubbed my fingers through my beard. Parts of it were crusty from the dried cum in it. I relived the afternoon’s events and picked up my phone. “Did u leave a big 1st load in Ben or did he have one in already?” was the text I sent to Louis. A few minutes later I got a message back “loaded or a lot of lube, not sure.” I thought about it a bit and the loads I tasted sure didn’t taste like lube. I started to wonder who bred him before we got there. Did they know he was going to get fucked after? Did he taste our loads after we left Ben? There seemed to be more to Ben than just a lonely, horny, queer farmer. In the end I was happy that Ben’s sex life wasn’t just the occasional random hookup. I didn’t hear anything from Louis the next week or over the following weekend. By the next Wednesday I was concerned and sent off a message “up 4 a beer?” A couple hours later I got a response - “love to. not today. mañana?” I replied - “Sure. Where?” “Chaps? 6pm?” Louis answered. I was surprised that he wanted to meet there but I wasn’t going to argue and sent back “ok.” I got home from work and changed into a different pair of jeans that weren’t covered in mud. I pulled on a tank top and grabbed some leather wrist bands. I walked into Chaps just before six and said ‘Hi’ to the guys I knew before getting a beer and sitting down at the bar. About five after, the door creaked open and in walked Louis. Right behind him was one of his co-workers that I’d seen at the Spoke & Spike several weeks before. It was the one that I had hooked up with. Louis came up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I could feel he had something under his t-shirt. I guessed that he was now out to his co-worker, but the guy still seemed surprised at the long, deep kiss. After we swapped some spit, Louis called over the bartender and ordered a couple beers. While the bartender was drawing the pints, Louis said “So, Brandon here says that I should watch out for you… that you’re just a hookup guy. Oh, he says you get a bit rough, too.” I saw Brandon blush. It was nice to know his name, finally. “Well, Brandon. It kind of depends how I meet the guy. A guy I meet on an app looking to suck and swallow I treat differently than someone I meet in a non-sexual place” I replied. The beers arrived and I saw the bartender smirk. I wasn’t sure how much Louis had told Brandon about our relationship, so I was being careful with what I said. Brandon took a sip of his beer and looked back at me, unsure what to say. “If I get a bit too rough, I expect a guy to tell me, not bitch about it later. I’m not one of those guys that expects the bottom to take whatever I give. But, unless you say something, I don’t know. I gathered you didn’t like our hookup since you ignored me the next time I messaged you” I said. If Louis didn’t know that Brandon and I had hooked up before, he did now. “He can be a gentle puppy too” Louis said with a laugh. I turned to Louis and said “You can be an aggressive bastard when you want.” He smiled and nodded in reply. I could tell that Brandon was a little confused. He obviously knew that Louis and I had fucked and probably more than once. I turned to Brandon and asked “So which was it? Was I too rough or was there just no chemistry for you?” Brandon stared back at me. I could tell he didn’t want to have this discussion in front of Louis, but I didn’t care. If he came here with Louis and knew that we would meet, then any topic should be fair game. “Maybe we should head to the back and find a table” I suggested. We went to the back side of the bar to one of the tables against the wall. We were out of view of the door and most of the other customers. A few tables down my bud Stoney had his boy kneeling at his side in just a jockstrap while he talked to a few other friends. At the bar two other guys were aggressively kissing each other and one had his hand down the back of the other’s low cut jeans, fingering his hole. I could tell that Brandon was a little uncomfortable seeing the blatant displays of gay sexuality around us. “I’m still waiting for an answer, Brandon” I said after taking a sip of my beer. Louis was now staring at him too, waiting for his response. I leaned in and Louis quickly did the same. I said “It’s just between us… I won’t say anything or think less of you. I just want to know so I don’t scare off any more sexy guys, like you.” Brandon looked at me and then at Louis and then back at me. He swallowed hard and then said quietly “I was fuckin’ scared. I don’t hookup with many guys and you just seemed to use me as a fuck toy.” “Brandon, I’m sorry. You seemed to enjoy sucking my dick… Most guys that don’t have much experience freak out at the piercing and you didn’t. As I said, if a guy gets too rough with you, you need to tell them. Hookups are different than Stoney and his boy Chris over there. Chris has spent a while getting trained and knows he should do anything that Stoney says and take it no matter how hard things get, knowing that Stoney will respect his limits. On a first time meet, you need to tell a guy if you don’t like where things are going. Shit, I face fucked you and pounded that tight ass of yours and didn’t get a whimper or complaint. I thought you liked it” I said. Louis’ eyes got big and I could tell he was imagining what Brandon and my fuck was like. He wrapped his arm around Brandon’s shoulder and smiled, giving him one of those “been there, done that” wordless acknowledgements. “Just remember to say something from now on, ok? Friends?” I said, raising my glass. It seemed to shock Brandon that I was so nonchalant about the whole thing. We clinked our glasses together and took a drink. “Uh… I did like it, but I had never done anything like that before. I guess most of my sex has been pretty tame compared to you” Brandon said, staring into his glass. “Dude, you have to try new shit. Figure out what you like and what you don’t. Hell, before I met Ryan I thought I was straight” Louis said, laughing hard afterwards. Brandon was shocked hearing Louis’ comment, but a smile slowly came over his face. I think he had found someone he could relate to and it wasn’t me. We continued to talk, but not about Brandon’s and my fucked up hookup or my meetings with Louis. Well, not until he told Brandon about meeting me here and how turned on he was about the guys in leather. Brandon laughed and he said that he had watched a lot of porn and thought guys in leather either looked really hot or really cheesy. Louis smiled and then grabbed the sides of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. I grinned, looking at Louis standing there in just his leather harness, jeans and boots. His chest hair had fully grown back in, the left side full sleeve tattoo looked really good and I could see the fresh outline of the beginnings of his right side ink. Brandon’s eyes bugged out but then he licked his lips. I’m not sure if he ever had thought of Louis in a sexual way but I knew he was now. So did several of the other bar patrons and I heard a few catcalls. Louis had set the tone for the rest of the evening and I was proud of him being so… confident. I pulled off my t-shirt off and tucked it in the back of my jeans. “Well?” I asked looking at Brandon. It took a few moments and then Brandon caught my drift. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his t-shirt off too. I had forgotten how good Brandon looked. He wasn’t muscled, but his thin body was nicely shaped. His hair was cut short and faded to nothing as it got to his ears. His pale skin was devoid of any decoration but he had a little fur on his pecs and a thicker line down the center that got wider as it passed his navel. His nipples were the “small but with hard eraser nubs” kind that felt good under my tongue and were easy to nibble on. I remembered that he had a nice bulge in his pants of the “show’er” variety that got thick and hard instead of growing longer. We gazed back and forth, checking each other out while we finished our beers off. I got up and went to the bar, ordering another round. When I came back with Louis and Brandon’s beers, I put my hand on Brandon’s shoulder as I reached around to set his beer down. I took the long route and rubbed the cold glass over each of Brandon’s nipples with the beer in my left hand. I could hear him moan and saw him close his eyes. I leaned in and let my beard brush over his shaved face while my right hand wrapped around his body and I pulled him tight to my chest. “See, I can be soft, too” I whispered in his ear. I set the beer down and slipped back to the bar and got my beer and the change. Louis and Brandon were talking but stopped as soon as I got back to the table. We chatted and scoped out each new bar patron, comparing how each of us liked them. As we finished the third beer, Brandon looked at me and said “Did you really want to meet up with me again after that first time?” I furrowed my brow and looked over at Louis, wondering where this was going, but got nothing but a slight smile. “Of course. You’re hot, gave good head and seemed to like a hard fuck. That’s what I look for… in a hookup” I replied, with an emphasis on the hookup part. “I… Uh…” and then Brandon gave a long pause with both Louis and I staring back at him. “Uh… I have never done a three way” Brandon said. “With guys or girls” he continued. His head swiveled back and forth between Louis and I. “Do you two want to show me how?” Brandon finally asked.

From the look in Ben’s eyes I could tell that Louis was now inside him. With the lack of movement, Louis was probably letting him get used to his cock before the real fucking would begin. My mouth met Ben’s and I began kissing him and a moment later Louis started rolling his hips. I couldn’t tell if Ben was whimpering into our kiss or if it was short moans. I ended the kiss and worked my way down his body - licking, biting, kissing, sucking on whatever I found. Of course, I reached my goal when I had Ben’s rock hard cock in my mouth. I played with his cock, tugged on the ring with my teeth, licked his balls and sucked it down to the base. As Louis got into more of a rhythm, I let Ben fuck my mouth with Louis’ thrusts. It didn’t take long before I realized that Ben was doing most of the work - fucking my throat and then fucking himself on Louis’ shaft. I decided to let Louis take him all the way so that I’d have a nice creamy hole to fuck. Louis would let Ben ride his cock for a few minutes and then start pounding to meet Ben’s backward thrusts. They did that cycle a few times. Ben’s pierced cock would punch into my throat and I would squeeze as hard as I could around it as he pulled back. Louis started drilling harder and I reached back, cupping his balls. They felt heavy, but it was only temporary. The harder he fucked, the harder it was to hold on to his nut sack. I felt it start to tighten up and I knew Louis was almost there. “FUUUCCKKK!!!” growled Louis as he slammed in one more time, planting Ben’s cock into my throat again. I could feel Louis’ body shake from the orgasm and it transmit through Ben’s body. Louis pulled back and rammed in again, surely shooting another few ropes of pearly white cream into Ben’s gut. I felt Ben’s cock start to throb in my mouth so I pulled back a bit to feel his cock spray the inside of my mouth with his load. I sucked the last bits of cum out of Ben’s dick and stood up. Both Ben and Louis were breathing heavy and Louis was still planted inside Ben’s hole. I gave them a few moments to come down from the rush and then said “I hope you’re up for more.” Ben nodded and I moved around behind him. Louis’ cock plopped out and I could see the sheen of cum covering it. My cock slid easily into Ben’s chute. I only got halfway in when Ben started pushing back. I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around him and thrust the rest of the way in. My hips started rocking and my cock was sliding in and out of Ben’s very sloppy hole. I wondered if all of that cum was Louis’ or if Ben had gotten bred earlier too. Based on his eagerness to get fucked, I kind of doubted that Ben got fucked as much as he wanted, but you never know. Sluts come in all shapes and sizes and from anywhere in the world. After a few minutes of fucking Ben upright with my chest against his back, I bent him over. Louis caught on and took his place feeding his sperm covered shaft to Ben’s mouth. Ben did have a good ass to fuck and he was good at using his ass muscles to show his appreciation. I rested my hands on Ben’s hips and picked up the pace. I love the sound when a cock plows into a well bred hole and with the background noise of the birds chirping, the rushing water from the creek nearby and the sun beating down on us it was a beautiful day. I kept varying the speed of my strokes and occasionally grinding my hips on Ben’s lightly furred ass. I wanted this to last a long time but eventually the sensations took me to the point of no return. I put my hands on Ben’s shoulders and pulled back a bit, taking him off Louis’ cock. The thrusts got harder and slower as my balls churned away. I planted my cock in deep and let it roar. The spurts were strong and plentiful. I moaned as the shots kept coming until finally they started to fade. I pulled Ben the rest of the way up and when my chest stopped heaving I kissed the back of his neck and said “Thanks, Ben.” Louis moved back in and began kissing Ben while working his nips. A minute later Louis looked at Ben and said “Want some more?” I chuckled and thought of Louis as the energizer bunny. Apparently he had gotten fucked too much lately and his cock wanted equal time. I pulled my softening cock out of Ben’s ass and Louis guided Ben over to the truck. Ben bent over the back of the truck with no further help. I guessed that he had fucked like this many times before. Seconds later, Louis was plowing back into Ben’s pussy. I stood back and watched Louis fuck Ben and my cock quickly got hard again. I stroked my cock and then licked the cum off my hand. I kept watching Louis fuck Ben and wished once again I had a video camera capturing the action. I moved a bit and got a different angle, which was just as hot. I realized that I liked watching Louis fuck other guys. It wasn’t as good as when we fucked, but it was a close second. I moved again, getting closer to the bikes. I picked up my leather jacket and then moved back behind the pickup truck and laid my jacket down on the ground. I wanted my next fuck to be missionary so I could look into Ben’s eyes as I fucked and bred him. The coat would provide a little cushion from the hard dirt. Louis didn’t last as long as the first time and I heard him start to grunt. Ben yelled out “Fuck yeah!” as Louis buried his cock into him and added another load of cum. I stood there waiting for them to stand up and pull apart, but Louis just laid there on Ben’s back holding him tight. “Ahem” I said and they both turned to me with big smiles on their faces. They stood up and I told Ben “Over here, on your back.” Ben gave me a nod, laid down on my jacket and pulled his legs back. I pushed my jeans down until they were bunched up above my boots and kneeled down. I pushed him back further and then licked around his cummy hole. His thighs were coated in cum and I mopped it up with my beard before I dug my tongue into his hole. There was a lot of cum in there and the taste was heavenly. As much as I wanted to eat Ben’s ass for hours I needed to fuck him again too. I lowered him back down and my cock slipped into his hungry hole. Once I bottomed out, Ben wrapped his legs around me and I started to piston his cunt. My face was inches away from Ben’s and our eyes were locked. I fucked harder and then slower, mixing up all of the seed inside him. I tried forcing my cock to rub against his prostate and once I got the right angle, Ben’s cock started oozing precum. “Oh god yeah… just like that… oh fuck… harder, sir… OH FUCK… I’m gonna cum” Ben said. The expression on his face told me he was trying not to cum. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for permission or if he felt as a bottom he shouldn’t cum. I don’t think a guy should ever deny himself an orgasm during sex, so I nodded at him and said “Do it, boy. Cover us with your load.” As soon as I said it, I felt Ben’s cock pulse between us and a few spurts hit my beard. His sphincter spasmed around my cock and I started dumping more of my jizz into his gut. After we both finished shooting, I laid down on top of Ben, so that I could coat my torso with his sweat and cum. I leaned in and kissed him before leaning back and pulling out. I stood up and saw Louis with his cock in his hand, stroking, and wondered if he had any more cum to shoot. I reached down and pulled Ben to his feet. “Holy shit. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had” Ben said. Louis and I were both nodding. While I’ve had hotter ones they weren’t way better and it had been a while. Ben was a great fuck who knew how to work his ass and mouth and was really fun to be with. It was nice to see Louis start to get more assertive, too. I pulled up my jeans and then pulled both Louis and Ben in for a long three way kiss. The sun was dipping lower in the sky and I knew we needed to start on our way home. “Thanks, Ben. I’m glad we could meet up. I’d love to do this again some time” I said after we separated. Ben reached down and picked up his shorts and then my jacket. “Definitely. You have my number” Ben replied. Louis slapped Ben’s ass and ended up covering his hand with cum. He laughed and licked it clean. Ben pulled his shorts on and then slipped back into his work boots. Louis and I went back to our bikes and put our shirts on and I put my jacket back on. I knew we both smelled of cum, but it was going to make the ride back home more enjoyable. “See ya around” I said as I hit the starter. Louis followed suit and we headed back to the highway. When we stopped for gas I’m sure people thought I was crazy with the huge grin I had on my face. It was one of those hookups that turns out perfect in every way.

PART 1 It was approximately two months before high school graduation that this happened, which is to say it was about two weeks after I turned 18. Not that I looked 18. I was lucky if people thought I was 16. Although I was 5' 10”, I only weighed 155 pounds, and given my baby face and short brown hair, I didn’t look like a man - yet. But it was men I wanted, that’s for sure. I was 18 and I had a car. It was time. Sure there were gay guys at my school, but I wasn’t into guys my age. I liked guys older than me, guys around 40. Men with big man cocks and big manly cum-filled balls. That’s what turned me on. Now I just needed to find such a man who happened to like me. With that in mind, within days of my birthday, I had my first profile up on a gay hook-up site. Initially I received messages from young guys who were quite like me, or at most a few years older. One or two were tempting but I held out. Besides a few blowjobs back and forth ealrier in the year, I had no experience with men. But in my mind, I was always the one sucking cock and always the one offering up his hole. I was a bottom before I even knew what a bottom was. Then one day he messaged me. He was older, 43, and definitely a top. His pictures didn’t have his face but what it showed was amazing to me. He was 6 1” but thin at 165. His graying hair was cut very short. And then I saw his dick. Magnificent isnt even a strong enough word. The pictures showed a solid eight and a half inch cock, with a nice mushroom head and a thick slightly bending upward shaft. His big balls hung down. They looked massive. Now, my balls are a nice size and I cum tons when I shoot, but I figured a guy with giant balls such as this guy sported must cum buckets. I couldn't see his face, but honestly didn't care. This guy's body was my fantasy come to life. I read thru his profile. And then I saw it: HIV status - positive. Still, I wanted to read his message and at least say thanks for messaging me. Just looking at his pictures had me so hard. It was too bad he had hiv. I couldn’t risk that. So I clicked on the message. “I love your pics. You seem like a really hot young guy. That sexy body. And hot little butt! I saw you like older guys. Hot older Top men, guys that can show you things, take you to places you haven’t been yet and that your body doesn’t know it needs yet. I’ve helped young men like you before. I’d love to meet you. And I can tell by your profile you are gonna want to meet me. I have a huge cock that loves attention and I love showing a young guys hole the attention a boy hole needs. I have exactly what you need. Don’t waste time and message me back. I want you in my bedroom.” wow, he had me rock hard. I mean rock hard. And shaking a little. This was real. This hot as hell man wanted me. And badly, it seemed. I was so scared of the hiv thing but I stared at those pics and read his message again and I didn’t know what I would do but I would find a way to keep safe. I had to meet him. With very very nervous hands, i typed back. “You are really really hot. I’m a little scared about what we can do because i am not hiv positive, but I can’t help it, like I just want to meet you and see you face to face. Your cock is so amazing. I have a car, so I can meet almost anywhere but I love with my parents, so can’t have anyone here.” And I hit send. Within minutes, his reply came thru. “Come over now. We are both horny. My address is 710 elm lane, by the new high school. Can you be here soon? So ready to meet you and have uou here.” I replied within seconds. “Be there in 20 minutes.” I tried to make sure I looked ok and ran a brush thru my hair and went out the door before I could change my mind. What was I doing? But I told myself nothing has to happen unless I want it to. And he was so sexy. And that huge cock. I was hard the short drive over there. I parked on the street and made my way towards his house. It was dark, so that made it a little easier. It was my first time just going to a guys house to hook up. I was nervous as hell but my cock was leading me. I was so horny I almost couldn’t take it. I walked up to the porch and knocked softly. The door slowly opened and I was face to face with my internet friend. His body was more amazing in person. Clad in just underwear that bulged like crazy, he was all his profile said and more. Then I looked at his face and he looked at mine and both of us had a shock. It was Mr Johnson, my 11th grade history teacher. I was shocked and embarrassed he would now reject me and still so horny, maybe even more so now. Mr Johnson a gay Top! All of this shock and me standing in the doorway lasted maybe 3 seconds. And then he gestured for me to come in and I did. My cock was like steel and I was determined to go further, though I didn’t know where. I just knew two things: mr Johnson was my perfect gay man standing in front of me and I had to be carful and not forget he had hiv. I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me inti the house. The sound of the door jarred me from my thoughts. This was happening. This was really happening.

I've been struggling with bareback urges for years now. I've been thinking that I'm young, I shouldn't waste myself... I lurked Breeding Zone, almost bent over in darkrooms several times waiting for the top, but I always turned back. However, I realized that's what I crave with all my body and I've been sexually repressing myself. I got sent for a business trip to Istanbul and I thought "that's it, that's when I will be bred". I got myself a heart tattoo on my right asscheek. As a promise to myself and a gift to first top to breed me. Do you have any trips for fresh bareback bottom bitch? Because I won't be bothering with safe sex ever again.

I have always wanted more regardless of how many I've had.

And used codoms. I've gotten down on the floor of the glory hole booths and cleaned the cum with my tongue at Club Houston.

Stop drinking the kool aid. McConnell, Graham, Scalise, Jordan, Meadows, Nunez, Gaetz and just about every Repug only care about remaining in power. I'm not pleased with many of the Dem candidates, but America needs to DUMP TRUMP!

We woke saturday morning curled up next to each other, the damp morning air chilling our near naked bodies. I looked around the tent and our jeans and boots were sitting in the corner. I pulled off my harness and rubbed the crusty pouch of my jock, wondering how much was my cum and how much was the guys that fucked me the night before. The cum had glued my jock to my pubes so I just left it on and pulled my jeans on. I fished around for my tee and pulled that on too. The rustling was enough to wake Louis and soon we both were dressed. "You want some breakfast?" I asked and got a groggy "mmhmm" in response. We climbed out of the tent and headed back to the bar. We took a pair of seats at the bar and Joey brought us some coffee. A minute later, two shots of bourbon were set next to our coffee cups. "You boys look like you had a rough night" Joey said with a smirk. "Like you didn't know what the fuck happened to us" Louis grunted out. "What happens in the campground after hours is up to the campers" he replied. I lifted my hand and pointed at the padlocked cuff on my hand. "So which camper do we see to get these off?" I asked. "Ah... Well, those stay on for the weekend. The rules say that the designated pigs get carte blanche the rest of the weekend. No one can say 'no' to you as long as you have the cuffs on. You can ask for more or you can return the favor to them" Joey explained. I scowled back at him and lowered my hand to the bar, downing the shot. "Why didn't you tell me what was going on this weekend when I made the reservation?" I asked. "I thought you knew. You sounded interested when you were here last year and we talked about some of the events we hold" Joey replied almost apologetically. Almost. "How about some breakfast?" he added. As we ate breakfast, guys would come up to us and pat us on the back or ass, some thanking us for the good time. "Much better than last year, Joey. I think that's a new record... three and a half hours. Maybe more. They wore everyone out" a towering muscle bear said from across the bar. Louis just dropped his head and shook it before taking another bite of breakfast. I finished eating and looked over at Louis who was only half way done. "Eat up. You need lots of energy so we can take advantage of the cuffs. I'm already thinking about who's first" I said quietly to Louis. A smile started to grow on his face. When Louis finished, I asked Joey for two cups of coffee to go and we headed back to the campground. It had already gotten warmer and when we got to our tent I pulled my tee off and threw it in the tent. "Harness, please" Louis said. I handed it back to him and watched him put it back on, tugging a bit to get it to sit right before grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. "Ready?" he asked. I whispered to him my game plan and he nodded back in agreement. We walked over to the playground first and found the tree that was our fuck spot from the night before. We looked over the steel rod that was bored through the tree that we had braced ourselves on for hours. There were still two wet spots on the ground where cum had pooled below our asses. "It's time" I said and we started our tour of the campground in daylight. Eyes were glued on us from each campsite that we walked by. We gave friendly camper greetings to everyone we met, but made mental notes. A few guys hid inside their tents when we got near, making us chuckle. We passed by the place that we got ambushed and I stopped. Looking at Louis I asked "Any idea how many guys you took last night?" "No fuckin' clue. I was drunk when it started and someone kept blowing smoke in my face and stuffing poppers up my nose. I lost count after 11." We started walking and came up on a campsite where two guys were sitting at their picnic table drinking some cheap beer. One was in his mid 40's with a trimmed beard, pony tail and loose t-shirt on. The younger one looked like a college age version of him with scruff and a few small tats on his arms. "Morning guys. How's it going?" I asked. "Fuck" the younger one said under his breath. "Doin' OK. Just trying to get the edge off last night's drinkin'. How 'bout you?" the older one replied. "Good. Doin' the same. Need some fresh air to clear my head. Uh... I'm curious... You guys related? You look pretty similar" I asked. The older guy chuckled and said "Yeah, he's my real son. I'm Larry and he's Trey. This is his first time here since he is finally old enough." I looked at the son and he was blushing and looking down at his beer. I patted him on the back and said "Welcome to the Pig Poke. Hope you have a good time." I could feel him shaking under my hand and laughed to myself. I started walking down the path and said "See ya later." I could hear a huge sigh from Trey. Louis was following me and I could hear him grumble. "We haven't made it all the way through the campground yet, then we choose who" I reminded Louis. We got to the end of the row and followed the path over to the next one. We passed a site with two guys about our age laying out on a blanket face up and naked. They looked good and didn't flinch as we walked by, though I could see that at least one was looking at us. They were a contrast to most of the guys in the campground since they were light skinned black guys and mostly hairless except for their pits and pubes. One had a goatee and the other a chin patch. The next site had a nice looking 50's bear sitting at the table. A thin otter who was probably 10 years younger was cleaning up the campsite naked. He had a cage on his cock and his ass was still red from a paddling he had gotten earlier. The bear barked out an order to the otter and Louis and I immediately recognized the voice. "Mornin'" I said with a grin and kept walking. The next site was empty but the last one in the row had a large tent with four guys sitting at the picnic table playing cards. I could see the outline of two more guys in the tent, one sucking the other off. "Mornin'" I said as the four turned to look at us. "Mmmm, thats what you guys look like in the daylight. Nice. Thanks for giving it up for the rest of us last night. You both were great fucks" the taller of the four guys said. The other three smiled and nodded. "Not like we had a choice but you're welcome. We didn't even know there was an event here this weekend" I replied. I could tell Louis was checking them out, but so was I. They all were cubs in their mid to late 30's, just wearing cargo shorts and sported a tattoo of three greek letters on either their chest or upper arm. They were all muscled to some extent and easy on the eyes. "See ya around" I said as I continued walking. I could tell Louis was getting impatient and wanted to fuck someone now, but I wanted to see what all the options were. We couldn't fuck them all so I wanted to know I was going to leave my loads in the best ones. We walked over to the last row of sites. These all had a view of the river and from past experience I knew there was to be no outdoor sex in them, at least in the daytime. An older couple was at the first one, sitting in two camp chairs, holding hands and talking. They were probably in their late 60's or maybe early 70's and in decent shape. Their full white beards hung down low to their belly with a smile peeking through. "That was quite a show you boys put on last night. All of us really enjoyed it" the shorter one said. "I didn't realize we were the entertainment" Louis said sarcastically. "I had hoped that you enjoyed it as much as we did" he replied. "It wasn't what we were expecting, but sometimes you just deal with it, right? Enjoy your day" I said and continued on our walk. The last campsite on our rounds we saw a sexy muscled cub leaning back in his chair. He was in his mid 30's, his body was well defined and had perfectly manscaped hair on his chest with a trail that disappeared into his tight shorts. His strong jawline was accented by a thin chinstrap beard and moustache. I chuckled to myself thinking "this guy spent more time grooming today than the rest of the campground combined." "Well if it isn't the cumdump faggots from last night. Looking for more dick to fuck those pussies?" the guy said. I laughed and said "You must be the token straight guy. You chose the wrong weekend to be here or maybe you're just a closet case that needs some homo sex." I could tell that the guy was surprised at my reply and decided to dig a bit more. "So, were you just watching and jacking your little dick or did you get the nerve up and actually fuck?" "You guys didn't complain about my size when I fucked you last night" the guy answered back. I laughed again adding "We really didn't have much choice and definitely didn't get to pick who fucked us. Some of 'em I could barely feel and there were some hung ones too. Some threw a good fuck and others were pretty sad. Anyway, we gotta go figure out who gets to be our bitch today." I watched his jaw drop, the thought that we weren't just a pair of horny bottoms never crossing his mind until now. Louis and I wandered back to our bikes and I leaned against mine looking at Louis who seemed to be getting angrier by the moment. "Relax. Guys like that think they're hot shit tops and most of the time it's just a bluff. One day he'll get his due" I said quietly to Louis. "Now... I'd like to double up on a couple and then we can go off and do another pair solo. We got until tomorrow morning so that should give us plenty of time. If we got time we might squeeze in a few more. Who are your top three?"

Well I am an older guy 54 and I definitely love younger! I really don’t see myself in any of those scenarios, if I invite someone over to fuck me I definitely want him to fuck me! I don’t play mind games either I am always very honest and open about what I want and what my feelings are. I have been with several younger guys, yes some in a sugardaddy relationship but always had a great time sex wise and non sex wise. I find the older I get the less baggage I have, because I just can’t be bothered with drama! I am currently visiting Thailand and next week I will meet up with a guy who I met here 2 years ago he is 28. The last time I spent two weeks with him and had a blast, so much so that I will spend a month with him this time! We were chatting today and I warned him he better be ready because I am super horny and we will fuck like rabbits! 😂 So I guess what I am trying to say is not all old guys are the same! So keep hunting until you find a good one!

Justin begged him to just let him suck him off and finally the guy agreed. Justin started to try to get on his knees but the guy held his hips with one hand and pushed him forward and forced his mouth to stay on the cock and his ass was up. The guy go the little tin out and slide three rocks in him. Soon Justin was flying and sucking deep on that big dick. The white guy played with his hole and whispered in Justin's ear. Boy, your hole is really hungry isn't. You need fucked bad don't you! Keep sucking that dick and get it really wet and then back your sweet white ass up on the huge dirty dick. Show me how much you want that huge duck boy. Back up and show me how hungry that hole is. Show me that little slut pussy loves BBC. Justin turned around and grabbed that big dick and held it and pressed his ass against it and it popped inside him. The guy rubbed his chest and told him what a good boy he was, press down and open that cunt. He put poppers under the kids nose and Justin started to sink down on that big dick and when he was half way on it he tried to pull up but the guy grabbed him and held him and beat his hand on the wall and the guy started to slow fuck Justin, the good looking guy wrapped his hand around Justin's face and covered his mouth as he moaned and squealed loudly as the guy opened up and stretched his cunt more. Justin laid his head on the guys chest his mouth covered and his hole getting raped by a huge black dick. The guy holding him kept whispering what a good whore boy he was, backing up on big dirty black dick and taking their cum in your hot young white hole. The guy could tell his buddy was about to blow the third charged load in Justin and he held him tighter and said, boy if I did not know any better I would say you were trying to get pregnant! You are such a hot slut! You have some of the hottest cum in you boy. You have more work to do. Be here tonight at 10 same booth boy. The guy took his hand off the boys mouth and Justin said I will Sir. Good cunt boy! Now suck my dick till I cum in your mouth you made me rock hard being suck a cum whore. Justin sucked and jacked the guys dick and after four minute the guy grabbed Justin's head and shoved his cock deep and shot another load into Justin. Good boy! What time are you gonna be here tonight? Justin said 10 once he finished coughing. With that the guy opened the door and left Justin on his knees feeling spent but satisfied. The place was empty, Justin grabbed his phone and it had an address and 8PM. Text me only once and confirm you will be there with yes sir. Justin text "Yes Sir" the text back was follow all instructions, there will be a note on the door with direction and instructions. Do not text me back,. Justin put himself and just when he was going to unlock the door and leave the both to the left and right opened up. The temptation was too great and he turned around and sat down and looked through each hole. On the right was a skinny twink and to the left a jock both looked like college boys. Justin rubbed the hole to the right and nothing happened and then the hole to the left and soon the guy pulled down his shorts and exposed a long thing uncut dick. It hardened quickly and he slide it through the hole. Justin sucked and worked his dick and it only took three minutes and the guy shot in his mouth. Justin pulled off and turned and the other guy had put his thick 8 inches through the hole and Justin went to work on the twink who said nothing but let Justin work his thick mean for ten minutes and shot a thick load in Justin's mouth. OMG Justin thought that kids cum was so sweet.

much better now. went back to steam works on sunday expecting much of the same but hopeful for getting loads in my hole. damn...when it rains, it pours... i arrived and hopped onto darkroom fuckbench - almost immediately i got a thick raw cock plugged into my hole - great start. this managed to get an audience happening. i never looked back and don't know what he looked like-didn't care as i just wanted his cock and load in me. he fucked my hole long and hard. a thick cock was shoved into my face from the side of the fuckbench-i made sure to be as noisy as possible with slobbering sounds and sighing moans as i sucked his cock. more guys appeared to arrive to watch. mating calls maybe... 'where do you want it?' 'yeah - i want it, in my hole!'i answered. the top quickened his fuck rhythm and eventually shot his load, held his cock inside before slowly pulling out-my hole felt wet and filled. load 1. encouraged by this the next top walked over and stuck his cock in my hole. the guy i was sucking didn't wanna blow so eventually walked away. no loss - as i was thoroughly enjoying this new cock fucking my now cummy hole. in time he gave me load number 2. this time unannounced - but i had made sure to reach out my hand under my balls - catching the drippings of cum leaked from my hole as he pulled out - 1 and 2 splashes into my hand - i wiped my hand over my face and mouth while sucking my fingers clean - cumdump bliss. ================================================================================================= where i got my last load was from the bearded bear cub with the thick hung cock watching behind me. after getting these 2 loads, i got up to have a short break and have a drink. i returned to the fuckbench. the bearded cub came back, eventually entered my hole and steadied his rhythm which i enjoyed. he pulled out so i guess not ready to cum. after a short break i went over to the sling room and hopped in. again the cub found me presenting my hole and gave me an intense deep fuck, we both sharing amyl. i reached out to push his cock back into my hole when it flops out - covering my hand with cum dripping from my hole -again hands licked clean. the cub stopped to have another break. i walked back to the fuckbench to rest - the sauna was almost empty now. in time the cub found my hole again. i settled in for another fuck. another top watching this decided to fuck the cub as he was fucking me. i positioned myself and pushed back to accommodate this. the cub was enjoying this. he pulled out and then swapped places with the other top. i was enjoying this a lot. in time the cub got on the fuckbench next to me and the top entered his hole. i slobbered and sucked the cubs nipples as he was getting his hole filled-he moaned and snorted his amyl. i sniffed into the cubs armpits and smacked both arse cheeks-the top was turned on watching this and blew into the cubs hole. the cub moved to get up-i whispered in his ear 'i wanna clean you out'-i got up around to his arse as the top pulled out. i spread his thicc butt, breathed in deep the cum odour from his freshly impregnated soaked hole. got on my knees, stuck my face into his butt and stuck my tongue into his hole. cum trickled onto my tongue. warm cum on my lip tasted sweet, the smell filled my nostrils. i ate and sucked on his hole enjoying a freshly felched cum load. his cock and balls in my hand throbbed, he wasn't going anywhere. he stuck his arse out even more as i grazed my beard up and down his hole and taint. i covered my face and hair with the cum leaked from his arse. a good long 5 minutes of this happening as guys stood behind me watching - what a desperate and shameless slut i am, will do anything for a cum load. i left shortly after thoroughly satiated. i will be back again soon.

There's baggage then theirs damaged personalities. Had a few relationships with older guys and I find the ones that have never accepted the ageing process to be a lot like how @Sunovabesh describes. They either fetshize you for your youth, treating you like a trophy or bimbo, or they play fucked up games to see how much you "like" them, which just makes you get turned off from the chase. Gay society is very youth focused and once you get older the abuse starts to increase, but these guy bitch about being treated bad all the while doing the same thing that they bitch about or worse inviting abuse by running after every fuck boy that shakes is ass in close proximity.

Jerry heard the back door open and Rod called, "Jerry, you here?" " I am bro, I'm in your room waiting to check you out," came the answer. Before he even started up the stairs he said my Mom and Dad called, asked if it would be all right with me if they spent the night. I told them I'd get Rog to stay with me. " Best friends are great to have. And a best friends Big Bro is a lifesaver," he practically shouted. Jerry smiled a big smile knowing he wasn't even on call for work. He was still smiling when Rod walked in the door . "Happy to see me," Rod asked. Jerry answered, "Sure, I know when someone needs my professional expertise." Jerry thought to himself if Rod only knew what kind of professional expertise he meant. He might not be so happy. Well, Rod, it is time to have a look. Rod's routine was simple, loafers off first, socks, shirt, then finally pants. He always followed the routine. Jerry pulled out his surgical scissors and began cutting off the gauze. When the thing was finally free, Jerry thought it had grown since this morning. Rod asked, "Jerry, how does it feel." Rod blushed when he answered, " it needs to be jacked. It has been hard so long that my balls ache." Jerry said, " just blue balls it will go away if we can get the thing to go down. I think, we'll let the air get to it. Is it all right for you to stay naked. I mean no one is at home." Rod only guessed it would be all right. But Jerry insisted on another treatment, so out came the rod, really a sound and a larger one than before. This time Jerry inserted it 6 times. Jerry smiled knowing that cock wasn't going down. In an hour or so, Rod would let Jerry do anything to make it go down. Then Jerry pulled out the buttplug. It made a plopping noise and Rod moaned a pitiful moan and mumbled, "I feel so empty, Jerry. I hate the way it feels." Jerry knew what to do, He pulled out a large needless syrings, already loaded with lube laced with G. "This will help, Bud," is all that he said. He flooded Rod's ass with the G laced lube. Within miutes, Rod needed the nasal spray. He felt weird. Jerry said that Rod needed a more powerful version. He opened a brown bottle and put it under Rod's nostrils right and left. He had him take six hits, err, breaths. Rod was flying high. Jerry wondered about the syringe of Miss Tina. Then decided that he wouldn't need it. He might not need the truth serum. The kid was flying high than a kite. Jerry watched as Rod tried to put his hand in his ass. Rod couldn't even realize what he was doing. He'd soon be a zombie. Jerry got a pan with some water and waited. When Rod's hand went limp, Jerry pulled it out of the hottest ass. He put the blindfold on the boy. His identity was still obvious. He used an alcohol soluable marker to write clumsily. I am a cumslut on Rod's abdomen. He extracted a series of dildoes from his suitcase. Wrapping Rods fingers around each one. He took a pic with the dido in hand, then a pic with the dildo in ass. He started with the smallest and ended with the biggest buttplug Jerry had. Jerry left the buttplug in to stretch that virgin hole. He kept sending them to his home computer so as not to overload his phone. He pulled out the entire package of sounds and worked on Rod's cock until he could take the biggest of the lot. Rod actually appeared to have a slight smile on his face and looked totally content. The pics would prove invaluable. Jerry cleaned the writing off the unsuspecting boy's abdomen. Then lifted the jock's legs. Jerry had the up high, the phone was set on movie. He pulled out that big plug and shoved in his dick in one push. Jerry fucked that hole until he couldn't hold back the cum any longer. He reinserted the small butt plug. Jerry went to the kitchen to get food and find sport's drinks. Rod was going to need hydration and the electrolytes badly when he started to come around.

I had finally crossed the line. I could not help myself. I got so frustrated with the guys wearing condoms. being ass up on the dark room fuck bench can be hit and miss most nights. I go to steam works as apps don’t work for me in the small city that I live in- likely not their type. Spending late evenings as an all-loads-taking cumdump on my knees on public display is so much easier in the sauna - hate standing around waiting. I often get raw cocks drop by but lately all the guys seemed to be wearing rubbers. I hate the feeling as it scratches and rubs my hole - much prefer raw cock. I was horny and needed cock and cum in my hole tonight. i peeked between my knees behind me and could make out shapes moving behind in the dark inspecting my hole. hands reached out to touch my ass, a few fingers reached in to finger my hole. In time a cock entered. I was relieved but pissed as he was wearing a rubber. I took several hits of amyl and matched his fuck rhythm-anything to tolerate this thick rubber cock. The fellow cumdump next to me on the fuck bench looked at me with envy but I was sore -not in a good way. when the top quickened his pace and I could feel the cock thicken I knew he was about to blow. I made a decision right then and there - I am getting his load. when the top blew his load I reached my hand under and gripped his cock. When he slowly pulled out i gripped onto the rubber making sure to milk the last few drops of cum into the tip. The top regained composure and walked away into the darkness. I was left on the fuck bench bent over holding a loaded condom in my hand. I held onto my trophy until I was able to find a dark corker, pushed the condom into my ass ring and squeezed all the contents in. Threw the rubber in the waste bin and sucked my fingers clean. load number 1. load number 2 from a young cub fucking my hole on the sling. Again I yanked the condom off his cock as he pulled. He made a quiet laugh as he watched me doing this - he could tell I wanted his load in me and what a desperate and shameless slut i am. again I emptied all the cum in my hole. i could not believe how desperate i have become. Anything for cum in my hole. perth steam works cumhole here.

Justin bolted out the door and headed to the address and there was a note on the door. He opened it and the note read: Fuck toy, the door is open. Come in and drop your clothes but leave the jock on. There is a twin mattress on the floor and a blindfold and poppers on it. Face away from the door and get on all four with ass pointing to the door. Put the blindfold on and take the hit the poppers six to eight times. Justin opened the door and it was pretty dark but entered and took his clothes off and his eyes started to adjust and he could see the mattress and he knelt down and got on all four picking up the poppers and the blindfold and slipped on the blindfold and started hitting the poppers. His ass was already tingling and the poppers only intensified it. He waiting and nothing happened, he hit the poppers again and then he felt a hand on his ass. It traced his ass and found his crack and then rubbed his hole and slide a finger inside. Justin moaned. Just felt a coolness as his ass was being lubed up and then another finger slide in, now two fingers were fucking his hole. Oh yea that;s it Justin moaned. Justin felt another hand, this time at his head and then a straw and Justin did not have to be dole to drink, it was as nasty as last time but Justin remembered how he felt afterward last time and he sucked it all down and within minutes he was relaxed and zoned as the guy slipped a pillow under his chest and took his left arm and then his right out from under him and then curled them back behind his back and tied them together. The guy fingering Just had slipped two nice rocks up Justin without him feeling it. Justin soon was flying. The two guys both pulled back and Justin was ass up chest in a pillow and flying. Then Justin heard the door and clothes drop and then a hand on his ass and again the guy felt his ass and found his pucker and slide a really thick finger in him. Justin moaned, then another finger and this guy was rough. Finger fucked him for three to four minutes and then pulled out and lubed up his dick and slide in the boy. Fuck that was on fat dick Justin thought, it may be bigger than the other dick he fell in love with earlier tonight. The guy fucked Justin for a minute and spit on his back and said slut open that cunt. Justin tried to open up more but the guy did not seem pleased and pulled out and then Justin felt pressure on his hole and the force became more intense. Poppers appeared at Justin's nose and the guy said fucked you are gonna give me what I want, breath and relax that fucking hole. The pressure subsided and Justin heard a guy say here this one should help hit him open and then you can just that huge one on him. The pressure continued and Justin took a few breaths and the head popped it, fuck that felt good he thought and then the guy started pushing and the dildo seemed to get thicker as he went in. Justin moaned and the guy kept working his hole with the tapered dildo and at first two inches and then three and Just was not taking four inches and his hole was stretching to take the thickness, The guy started pulling it all the way out and shoving it back in and then again and again and after five minutes Justin had seven inches inside him and he was moaning like a bitch in heat. The guy pulled out the dildo and Justin felt so empty and then he felt the other dildo and this time he was stretched enough that the pressure and resistance gave in after a minute and this thick dildo stretched him open one, two and now bottoming out at three inches. Then the guy said I knew you would fucking open up. Then the guy told the other two, the boy needs something to drink and a little something to lift the mood. The dildo eased out and a straw appeared at his mouth and fingers started to probe and Justin got two more rocks and some more g. The dildo worked back into Justin's hole and Justin moaned and said more please more!

I could literally swallow un unlimited amount of cum. as a sissy girly pussyboy who turned into a tranny cumdump in high school I have always been a super obvious faggot since day and a pretty obvious bottom. plus when you're as slutty as I am word gets around pretty quick abut how easy it is to fuck me or get a blowjob from me in highschool. even straight guys have always been into hitting me up for blowjobs on the dL mostly cause everyone knew I would basically suck off anyone that asked. almost every single time I slept over at another boys house I would end up blowing him and often a couple other guys. I even had a few straight guys get me to suck them off out in the open at parties.i used to spin hours sucking off guys in public restrooms and the porntheatres every day.it was nothing for me to suck off 7 or 8 guys in a couple hours after school on the way home. at some points I was sucking off so many guys I literally couldn't keep track of the number and when I get going its more like drinking cum than swallowing. once I became a regular bareback cumdump for anyone anywhere I stopped swallowing as much cum just because guys usually end up blowing their loads in my ass

This is my understanding as well (having read a number of reputable sources on the topic). There's something about Truvada-resistance that means that people don't stay Truvada-resistant for long. My guess is that the mutation isn't stable and it mutates to something else that's not Truvada-resistant. Or it's a weaker strain that loses out to non-Truvada-resistant strains when it encounters them. The fact that Truvada-resistant strains are rare and/or weak is one of the reasons why Truvada was chosen for PrEP. Now, as to the question about are we on the brink of another apocalypse… IMHO, yes, in so many ways. But it's not a uniquely gay thing. I really think kids today will see millions of people die in their lifetimes from the effects of climate change. All the evidence points to something close to a mass extinction of humans in the next few hundred years. As far as something like another AIDS crisis – I don't think it will be because PrEP fails. Antibiotic-resistant STDs are the most likely candidate for the next big thing since there are already cases of it happening. But what made HIV/AIDS unique was HIV's long incubation period. In other words HIV had spread widely by the time anyone realized it was happening in 1981. That's not the case with antibiotic-resistant STDs. People know about them pretty quickly. They affect a few people and can generally be isolated. So I'm guessing the worst case is a sex party with hundreds of guys, and a big majority of them die, as well as a big majority of the people they had sex with the days after the party. That's horrible, but it's hundreds of people, not thousands or millions. That said, yes, something completely new could appear (like HIV did). But worrying about that is living your life in fear – which is generally a really bad idea.

It’s been awhile since I’ve done it but it’s great! There’s nothing like feeling hands on you and cocks sliding into you because you’re a fuck hole that’s available to use. No other reason other than my hole is open and has nothing to do with visuals or having strings attached.

Nice. Ever rubbed your fingers in it and shoved it up your own ass? I've done that. What could be more anonymous and filthy than cum off a floor that I push up my own ass?

Chapter 5 I sat on the exam table in just my jock. One thought kept running through my mind...I know what my next tattoo’s going to be! Without even realizing what I was doing I stuck a finger in my mouth, then leaned back on the table, brought one leg up and started fingering my hole. My eyes were closed and was I moaning. I was up to two fingers, lost in my own world so I didn’t notice the doc had returned. “Damn Scotty, I have to say I never imagined you’d progress so quickly but fuck look at you go. Tell me, what do you want?” “Poz cum sir. I need poz cum!”” “Good man. Is that the first time you’ve admitted it out loud?” “Yes,” I said starting to blush again.” “Don’t be embarrassed. You’ve finally realized what’s been missing from your life. You should be proud of yourself. Now let’s do this test so we can get you knocked up.” “Doc I was thinking. We don’t really need to do it since it’s going to happen anyway.” “Well, good point, but to be honest with you, I’m a little selfish and want to know for myself. You see, I want your family here to be the ones that convert your ass not some random hookup.” “Fuck me! When you put it that way I totally agree.” “Oh believe me son you will be fucked and fucked hard tonight.” He quickly administered the test then said “ Okay I really do want to check your prostate before we start so why don’t you standup at the end of the table and lean over.” Before I could move there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” doc responded. The door opened and Chad stuck his head in. “Hey doc, Chris told me you wanted me in here with you guys. Umm looks like I arrived just in time,” he said licking his lips. “Hi Chad, come on in. You two are my last patients of the day so I hope you don’t mind if we double up a bit so I can give you both some good quality attention. I know it’s unorthodox but I think it’ll be good for you both of you.” “Works for me.” Chad was grinning from ear to ear. “Should I get naked too?” He didn’t wait for an answer just stripped down. Chris entered the room carrying his equipment to take some blood. “Prefect everyone’s here. Okay, Chad you take Scotty’s place on the exam table and Chris you go over there to take his vitals and draw blood. And Scotty you come over here on the other side of Chad and bend over him so I can examine your ass. Feel free to suck on Chad’s cock; it’s rather tasty.” Okay seriously I felt like I had entered the fucking twilight zone. This didn’t happen to normal people. Good thing I was becoming a twisted fucker then. Doc was right. Chad’s precum was delicious! I was in my own world sucking away when I felt doc’s fingers start to probe my ass. Oh fuck that felt good. I was moaning around Chad’s cock when someone pulled me away. I looked up and they were all staring at me with my face covered in slobber and precum and they started to laugh. “Damn boy I thought you were going to suck my balls through my cock. You’re one horny motherfucker. You keep sucking me like that and I’m going to cum and this load needs to go deep in your ass.” “Not to mention you have Chad wiggling around like a mad man and I’m trying to take his blood without hurting him.” “Sorry guys.” I said sheepishly. All the while Dr. Manning kept moving his fingers around inside me. “Well your prostate looks good. Chris you about done with Chad?” “Yep all good here. You need me for anything else?” “No, I just have a few questions for Chad then we’ll meet in the break room.” Just then we heard a big huff and turned to see Matty standing in the doorway. “You guys promised you wouldn’t start without me.” “Matty we’re just finishing up here. No one’s fucked our boy yet but we’re getting very close. Give us ten minutes and we’ll meet you in the playroom.” Playroom, seriously?? Matty was pouting again but turned and left the room. Dr. Manning sighed, “damn that boy is sexy as fuck when he pouts. We better hurry this up before he really gets mad at us. Okay Chad, you okay answering a few questions in front of Scotty?” “Of course. We’re practically family. Scott why don’t you suck my balls while the doc and I chat.” I dove for his balls immediately. “Chad, how you feeling? I see your viral load is the highest it’s ever been.” “I feel fine doc. My specialist really wants me to start meds but I’m still not sure.” “Well you know I’ll support you in whatever you decide and remember you can always go off them again.” “Thanks doc. Maybe after we knock this slut up I’ll consider it, but for now I’m really enjoying spreading my gift.” “Well Scotty, I think it’s time to see what the test showed. You ready?” “Is it strange I really want it to be neg so you guys can poz me?” Doc chuckled. “Not at all I Know I hope that.” He took a look at the test and got a big grin on his face. “Alright then, let’s get this neg boy knocked up.” The two of them lead me out of the exam room and down the hall to the employee break room, which apparently doubled as their play room. I walked in and my jaw hit the floor. There was a sling set up in the middle of the room. A fuck bench off the side and a table filled with dildos and butt plugs. Nothing like the break room at my office. Chris was standing by the sling naked, stroking his cock. Matty was next to him but he was still wearing some very tight boxer briefs that looked to be hiding one hell of a package. “Guys why don’t you help our guest of honor get in the sling why I finally get out of these clothes.” Before I knew it I was secured in place ready for the breeding to begin. Dr. Manning had a nice 7” cock which looked pretty thick. He was rock hard and I noticed he had a big bio haz tat just above his cock. “You ready son to join our family?” “YES please fuck me I am so damn horny!! Knock my fucking neg ass up,” I screamed. That’s all it took. Doc shoved his dick inside me in one go. Thank god he loosened me up earlier or I would have been in a world of hurt. He started fucking me and the pain soon turned to pleasure. I looked around me and the the other guys were all surrounding me each of them jacking off, all except Matty who still had his undies on. “No turning back now. You ready for my load?” “Yes! Give it to me.” He plowed into me balls deep and I felt his cock start to shoot rope after rope of cum. I clamped down hard on his dick. “Fuck yeah, milk my cock. Get every drop of toxic cum.” He pulled out of me and Chris quickly took his place. Doc walked around to the front of the sling and shoved his cock down my throat. “Clean me off Scotty.” Delicious! Chris picked up his speed and pretty soon he was adding his toxic load to the docs. Then Chad stepped up to take his turn. I was in heaven. Who knew sex could be this good. I had a cock in both ends and couldn’t get enough. I could feel Chad starting to load me up. Damn it felt like he was shooting a gallon of cum in me. I could feel down dripping down my legs. “That’s a 5 day load there for you.” Everyone had fucked me except for Matty and he was still wearing his underwear, WTF? “How you doing Scotty? You need a break,” asked doc. “More, please I need more.” “Good man. We have a surprise for you. Matty has a new piercing and he’s been saving it for a special occasion. Guess what? That would be you Scotty.” Matty had an evil grin on his face as he slowly pulled down his boxer briefs. Out popped the biggest cock I’ve ever seen on such a small guy. It had to be over 9” and as thick as a beer can. Matty was only about 5’6” and real skinny plus he had his pubes trimmed short which made it look even bigger. But what scared me the most was the wicked PA piercing he had. It looked like a wheel with spokes, sharp spokes. “My turn. I’ve been waiting for a month for this moment. You ready for your life to change forever Scotty?”

Part 7 We drove in silence and I looked out the window. The past hour had been a whirlwind. After my friend dropped the bomb that he was leaving me to my own devices, I had been surprised and unsure of what was next. He assured me that he felt terrible and wanted to have more of me, but couldn't lose another job because of this. He wen't back inside to say his goodbye's. I pulled out my phone to look for an Uber. "Leaving so soon?" Timothy asked. "I'm not sure what to do." I said, genuine uncertainty creeping into my voice. "Welll..." he started, almost timidly. "Would you like to get out of here... with me?" I looked up to him from my phone and regarded him for a long moment, a big smile then broke out on my face which cause the same on his face. "Yes, yes I'd like that a lot" My friend returned, said goodbye to Tim and then apologetically made his goodbyes to me. He kissed me deep and said "You are so hot and I loved introducing you to this, we WILL see each other again. Ill call you when I'm out of work and see where you are and If your still partying. You got an Uber?" "I got a ride, yes." I said catching Timothy's eye. "Okay then. Here's a little something to make up for my leaving you. Just a little T. enjoy it" Then he was gone we watched him go. I chuckled realizing I never did get his name. We sat back down for ten minutes or so casually chatting and getting to know one another. He was a nice guy. A teacher, late 30's. A dry wit. Seemed to have great friends and family. He lived a town away from me in the suburbs. He said he didn't do this much. He seemed in control of his use. He was a lot like me. A normal guy with a secret dirty side. I felt so connected to him. My friend had been way more intense and used frequently, it scared me a little. I couldn't become that... But Timothy. It seemed like a course I could follow. Have a secret life but keep my normal one as well. "I want to feel your naked body against mine so bad. Are you ready to leave?" He asked me. We made our way through the house, nodding goodbye's along the way and made our way to his car. _ - _ - _ As we drove I realized, I had no clue where we were going ans asked him. "Is my place okay?" "Yeah. Perfect. I'll be closer to home then. Less money for a car after." "Don't be ridiculous. I'll drive you home" I smiled. I don't know what it was about this guy but he made me feel safe. We walked into his place at 11p on the dot. It was warm and modern. a compact 1 bedroom in a condo building. The kitchen was open to the living room and the bathroom and bedroom were set back. We had a quick something to eat as we talked and both downed some water. We talked and laughed. If this were a "normal" date, I would have been interested. The fact that this was so much more, I was very interested. He suggested I hop in the shower and said he'd lay something out for me to wear, I could put it on while he showered. Before I went into the bathroom, he handed me two vitamins and a viagra. I chuckled and swallowed them down with water as he told me it was important to keep up my strength when partying. I showered and let the whole day fill my thoughts. How was it only 11p? I was exhausted. After, I dried off and wrapped a towel around me and went to the bedroom. I put my clothes in a neat pile with the little bag I'd brought from home. Timothy came and kissed me. "You look sexy, I left an outfit from my collection on the bed. It should fit, we're pretty comparable. I also took the liberty of prepping a drink for you. There's G in it." He then took his drink and went into the bathroom. I put on the jockstrap he'd left for me. It was cobalt blue. There was a huge full size mirror against the wall and I looked into it assessing how I looked while I started to sip my drink. It looked well on me. Timothy returned in just a yellow jockstrap. Wow, he was gorgeous. His body was tight without being overly muscular. His package seemed large and inviting. By this time we were both nearly done with our drinks. We raise our glasses, finishing it off. "You smoke?" He asked pulling out a pipe he had prepared from his dresser shelf. We passed the pipe sitting in two arm chairs in a window nook of his bedroom, enjoying it for several minutes. I could feel myself loosening even more with every exhale of white smoke, unsure weather it was the T, the G or both combining in a happy marriage. When the pipe was spent we made out. The passion grew with every second and we both were growing hard in our jockstraps. "Would you be interested in these?" he asked after he pulled apart from me and opened a draw pulling out two points. "Yeah...absolutely" I said We went back out to the kitchen to prepare them. I sat at the island and he stood by it's counter. "Do you know how to do this?" I shook my head and he nodded. He then walked me through how to build a point. I was grateful that he was being so instructional. He made ours of equal size, telling me it was .3 then we retreated to the foot of the bed and sat. he tied off both our arms. "I'm going to get you started, then do me. When I say go all you'll have to do is empty it into your arm, okay?" I nodded. and watched as he got to work. He got the needle in me effortlessly and pulled back as it registered. I then watched him do the same to himself. It was so hot. as he registered he looked me in the eye and said "Now. We both looked down and emptied the mix into our veins. We both extracted the needles, capped them and put them down. We next untied out tourniquets and then looked to each other waiting for the rush to hit. End Part 7

“Is that the guy from the park?” Louis asked me quietly. I just nodded yes and pulled off my jacket, laying it over the seat of my bike. Louis grinned and pulled off his t-shirt. He strutted over towards Ben and I heard him say “Ready to get fucked?” I realized that Louis had taken my comments at lunch to heart and was making sure Ben knew what his intentions were. I hoped that this didn’t scare Ben off, but it was nice to see Louis get more assertive. “Yes, sir” Ben replied. I pulled off my shirt and followed Louis over behind the truck. Ben seemed a bit nervous and I could understand. We were two strangers and he was out here alone with any help at least a mile away. I figured I would calm the vibe a bit and said “Hey Ben. I’m Ryan and this is Louis. I hope you’re up for some fun.” “Yes, sir. I am. I really didn’t expect you to take me up on the offer but I’m glad you did. You guys looked so hot fucking in the woods behind the park” Ben replied. I walked up next to Louis with Ben facing us. We were both looking Ben over and I’m sure he was doing the same. Ben was just under six foot tall, his frame was slender but his body had muscles from working every day in the fields (not just driving a tractor) and tanned from rarely wearing a shirt in the sun. His hair was buzzed short and was a dirty blond color and his face had a few days beard growth with more on his chin. He had a large tribal tattoo on his left upper arm and both of his ears had smaller black plugs in them. I moved behind Ben and I put my hands on his shoulders before I leaned in. Quietly, I asked “Is this a good spot that we won’t get interrupted?” “Mmhmm” he replied. “Good, cuz I’m not looking for a quickie today” I said as my hand rubbed his chest and then down over his rippled abs and my hips ground against his ass. I heard him moan lightly before I unbuttoned his shorts and then unzipped them, letting them drop to the ground. I nodded at Louis and he came closer before opening his jeans and pulling his cock out. I moved my hands back to Ben’s shoulders and pushed him down gently. He took the cue and was kneeling on his shorts seconds later. Ben reached out and stroked Louis’ cock as I walked over next to Louis. Ben licked over the head of Louis’ cock while I unbuttoned, unzipped and pushed my jeans and trunks down. I stroked my already stiffening cock as Ben devoured Louis’ shaft. I looked over and Louis had his eyes closed and his head tilted back showing a contentment that men know when their cock is being expertly sucked. “Oooooh yeah… Ooooh fuck yeah” Louis kept saying. I hated to break Louis’ mood, but I needed to feel that warm mouth wrapped around my cock too. I reached over and wrapped my hand over the top of Ben’s head and pulled it towards my dripping cock. I heard the pop as Louis’ dick exited Ben’s mouth and a moment later felt Ben’s lips around the head of my cock. Ben didn’t seem to be surprised as my pierced shaft slid into his mouth and enter his throat. Now it was my turn to be in that Zen state. Ben was no stranger to sucking cock and he was one of the best I had ever had. His tongue, lips, throat and suction seemed to be just about perfect to keep my arousal level up but not to the point of shooting my load into his throat. I got a few minutes of pleasure before Louis pulled the same move and guided Ben’s mouth back to his cock. We took turns a few times and when Ben went back to my cock for the fourth or fifth time, Louis moved around behind Ben. I wrapped my hands around the back of Ben’s head and pushed my cock as deep into his throat as I could. I held it there a few seconds and then fucked his face for a minute and deep throated him once more. This time I held him down until I could tell he needed to breathe. I kept him there a few more seconds and then pulled his head off my cock. Ben gasped for air and I watched spit drip off his chin and off my cock too. Once Ben’s stopped gasping, I pulled him to his feet. I looked into his eyes, grinning and said “You’re a damn good cocksucker.” Ben seemed surprised at my compliment, but replied “Thank you, sir.” I had watched Louis kneel as I pulled Ben up and knew what was going to happen next. Ben gasped again, but this time from being startled as Louis pried his muscular butt apart and buried his face in. The smile that grew on his face told me he was enjoying Louis’ rim job and I knew from experience that his tongue knew how to pleasure a man’s hole. I pulled Ben’s head in for a sloppy, deep kiss. My other hand pinched and twisted his nipples, one by one, before roaming down his body and cupping the pouch of his jockstrap. Based on the feel of his package, Ben was nicely endowed. I freed his cock from the confines of the cloth pouch and grasped his shaft with my paw. I squeezed a few times and then slowly stroked his cock. When I reached the end I was surprised to feel the thick ring in the end of Ben’s cut cock. I tugged on it as I forced my tongue deeper into Ben’s mouth. I felt Ben push against me and realized that Louis was probably tongue fucking his hole I wish I had set up a camera to capture the action, but I would have to just use my imagination. A few minutes later I was looking at both Ben and Louis’ faces. Louis leaned in and whispered “Ready?” Louis was rocking his hips and rubbing his hard dick along Ben’s crack. I could tell he stopped and then pictured the precum leaking head planted against Ben’s puckered hole. “Oh god… please… give it to me” begged Ben.

Louis pushed his shorts and underwear off and hopped into the shower in a flash. I picked up his shorts and underwear and sniffed them, enjoying his masculine scent. I dropped the underwear on the floor and put his shorts on. I went to the kitchen and saw two burger patties sitting there on a plate and a bag of frozen veggies. I went out on the balcony and found the grill already warmed up and went back in to get the burgers. I cooked the burgers, nuked the veggies in the microwave and set the table. With the grill off and the burgers plated, I closed the drapes in the living room and took his shorts off, tossing them back in the bathroom. I was standing there at the bathroom door when he got out of the shower and I watched him dry off, like he had done to me. He went to reach for his shorts and I said “Nope, if I’m naked you’re naked.” Louis dropped them and before he could say anything more I told him “Dinner is ready” and walked back to the table. Louis joined me and we ate dinner quietly chatting about nothing. Near the end of the dinner he said “You’d make a great wife with meals like this.” I chuckled and said “It’s husband and I’m glad you like it. I just spiced it up with what I could find.” “Yeah, I’m not much of a cook. You kind of have it all. You can build shit, you can fix motorcycles, you can cook and you’re…” he stopped before he could finish and I could tell he was embarrassed. “I’m what? An asshole?” I asked, wondering what he was going to say. “Sexy” he mumbled. “Thanks. You know, it doesn’t make you gay to say that another guy looks good” I replied as he got up and started cleaning the dishes. After a minute he said “I know, but I mean it in the gay sense. I don’t know why, but I’m attracted to you.” I could hear his voice crack and even though I was standing behind him, I could see the tear rolling down his cheek. “Hey, don’t ever let anyone tell you your feelings are wrong” I told him as I turned him around. I looked into his eyes and wiped the tear away. We stood there a few moments and then he moved his head towards mine and we kissed for a few minutes. I hugged Lous and then said “I’m gonna head home. Thanks for dinner and the shower. Do you want to meet next Saturday and finish up your bike? I have… uh… things to do tomorrow, but I might be able to do some work on it this week. Monday is out for me and Tuesday is out for you since we both have dates with Sky. It’s gonna take a few days to get the parts anyway.” I grabbed my clothes out of the bathroom and put them on. He looked back at me a little sad. “Uh, yeah. Saturday is good. Same time?” He asked. “Yeah. You have my number if things change. Or if you just want to talk” I said. I think he wanted me to stay the night, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted this to go now. Initially, I wanted to get into his pants, fuck and move on. Now, it was getting more complicated. Sunday I headed up early to my cousin’s farm for a day of dirt biking. I was exhausted when I got home and went to bed right away. Monday, I was at work early and then went home to shower and then get over to Sky’s place where I spent a few hours face down as he inked up the first part of my back tat. I was relaxing Tuesday night when I got a text from Sky - “WTF?” “Huh?” I replied. “U gonna fk Louis?” Sky answered. I didn’t know myself. After a few minutes I replied “if he wants.” “He’s a mess from his breakup. Give him time. Don’t take advantage of him. He’s a nice guy” was the response. Sky knew that I rarely was in a relationship and much preferred to pick em up, fuck em and then go on to the next guy. I replied “I know he is. I’ll be good.” I then sent off a message to Louis. “u ok?” I didn’t hear anything back before I went to sleep. There was nothing the next day either. Thursday I got home from work and there were a few packages in front of the door. I opened each one and it was all of the parts for Louis’ bike. I sent off a text “Hi. got all the parts. want to work on it tomorrow?” I waited a few minutes and then packed everything up into one box and grabbed a few bungee straps. I tied the box on the back of the Yamaha and then headed over to the garage. I was just about to finish putting the new bearings in the front wheel of Louis’ bike and heard my phone on the workbench chirp. I got the wheel back on the bike and went over and tapped the phone with my only greaseless knuckle. Louis had replied but with my hands full of grease I couldn’t open the phone up to find out what he said. I realized I was almost as nervous as when I was in high school and had my first boyfriend. I wiped my hands clean and read the message. He said “can’t make it til 7. too late?” and I replied “no.” I finished up the frontend of the bike, put on the new drive belt and pulled the carb off. I disassembled it and left most of the parts sitting in cleaning fluid before I cleaned my hands up and closed up shop for the night. Friday I was distracted most of the day and got several comments that I was working at half speed or too ready for the weekend. As I was packing up to leave Carlos walked up, slapped my ass and asked “Hot date tonight?” I grinned back at him and replied “Nah, workin on a guy’s bike.” Carlos laughed and said “Make sure to ride it hard ” and winked at me.

record for swallowing was 16 in one day...finished with 1 in my ass... a buddy and me rented a hotel room and placed several CL ads for guys to come over and feed me... I sucked off and swallowed 8 of them 2 curious guys came over and watched str8 porn and jacked off and let me eat it 2 guys who needed a place to play came over and let us watch and I got to eat their loads when they finished as the cost of letting them use the room to play. 3 guys came over at the same time for a circle jerk, my buddy shot a load with them and I mixed them all together before eating it while they watched! And we ended the day with my buddy fucking a load into my ass before we called it a day!

12. Veracruz Para bailar la bamba, Para bailar la bamba, Se necesita una poca de gracia One week after the townhouse fire, they were anchored off the coast of Virginia, and Mike was done, had had it. The End. Flash disclaimers: no animals were harmed in the making of this film; all actors were eighteen or older at the time of production. Roll credits. He swam out to sea, far enough so he couldn’t make it back. Not a great plan, but he didn’t need a plan that was great, just one that would do the job. He swam away from the yacht as far as he could till he couldn’t see it anymore, then swam some more. This wasn’t the way he wanted the rest of his life to be. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Not Ben. Not Chris. He didn’t even want to be seen. The one thing the orderly Barkley got right, he was a freak. He swam for miles. The yacht had long vanished, the coastline gone hours ago, his arms were finally growing tired. Still he swam. He’d go till he hit England or France or whatever the fuck was on the other side of the Atlantic. He was getting more than tired. He was getting delirious. Desperate, he wanted to rid himself of life, wanted to shit it out of his body like diarrhea, vomit it out like bad Little Neck clams. He managed seroconverting years ago, it was sketchy time but became manageable, something he sealed a bargain with and could live alongside. But this wasn’t something manageable, something he could live with. This made him not him. He swam harder. Furiously faster. Further out. Not a chance of returning. How much longer could he keep it up? If nothing else it was becoming tedious. He was bored killing himself. He could feel himself shiver, and yet it was July, after the Fourth for god sakes, but he was cold nonetheless. Maybe the cold would kill him first before he drowned. He wished he could stop thinking. The time for thinking was over. Thinking was overrated. Still he swam, one arm in front of the other, one kick and then another. Exhaustion kept at bay, but he could feel it creeping up on him like sleep. It was in the corner of his eye. He could never spot it, for when he moved to catch a glimpse, it moved, lingering just at the edge. He rubbed his eyes. They stung from the salt water. He hated the taste of the brine, hated almost everything right now. Except for Ben. Except for Chris. They let him be. He wished they hadn’t, wished they’d pressed him, made him talk about it, but anytime they did, he’d storm out of the room. So once they’d bought Boris and Roger’s boat and drove into the Great South Bay and points south, no one brought it up, no one talked about anything. Talking was overrated. Swimming was everything now. A goal in and of itself. Dying was everything. Dying consumed him. Dying. It’s an active verb, isn’t it? Means: Not Dead Yet. Because he wasn’t, and because this thing had been on his mind for weeks, he knew he wasn’t dead yet—he pictured Ben and Chris as he put one arm in front of the other. He wished inside he were dead, but he wasn’t—he was very alive. He was conflicted, confused. He hoped in death he would escape confusion. There wasn’t an easy answer. Either he cared for one or the other. He pictured he was with one or the other. It was a binary choice. And yet either choice was null as he felt himself to be null, he’d never satisfy either one. So, the coward that he was, he search for a third option: he swam. Thinking about any of this pissed him off and he swam faster, tried to outpace his thoughts. He doubled down on his strokes, kicked faster, harder, frantically wanting to die before these feelings killed him. He began to weep as he swam. Real body sobs. And why not? He was alone. He was in the middle of the fucking ocean. Who’d see him weep? Fish? Mermaids? If one caught him boo-hooing with his face in the water, he could always say it was the salty ocean not salty tears in his face. He breathed in water accidentally as he sobbed and he choked. He was going to Davy Jones’ Locker soon, so did he care if he choked? He’d be meeting Davy Jones soon. Davy Jones. Wasn’t he one of the Monkees? He laugh. He stopped swimming. He tread water. He was laughing and crying. He was tired, really tired, hadn’t slept for days, tossing and turning, wrapped in his desires and utter pointlessness of feeling anything at all. He’d swum for hours and hours, far, far away, and if not physically swimming away, then for days and days he’d been mentally, emotionally swimming away. Closing off; shutting down. Away from everything. Away from anyone who cared. Treading water as an excuse for living. Suddenly cramps. He folded in half, exploded bubbles underwater. Saw his toes. Coming up for air, he threw his head back, wailing to the sky, crying, Fuck you! for meeting Ben who introduced Drax, and the path his life took. But how could he ever really curse meeting Ben? And with Ben came Chris. He heaved and bobbed, sputtered profanities into the sky, shouted blasphemies into the water, thrashed violently against the waves, but there was nothing to make contact with, nothing to hit to make him feel better, only worse, more hollow, empty. Yelling at God, at the sky, was as fruitless as tossing matches at the sun. The sun didn’t care. It laughed. And at last he was growing weak. It couldn’t be much longer. Small whitecaps broke around his ears. Soon. Soon. He’d wait right here. Death knew where he was. He didn’t have to search any farther for it. Soon it would find him. But like an obligation he couldn’t get out of, like a promised he couldn’t keep, his tangled love followed him, came in sight—Chris at the bow with binoculars trained on him, Ben at the helm navigating to where Chris pointed. They sped up their approached with Chris waving his arms. They didn’t press, didn’t ask, didn’t tell, but they also never gave up. But just as they pulled alongside him, Manetti’s body gave out. He slid down into the depths, went to meet Davy Jones. The Jolly Roger pulled up beside where they’d last seen him. Ben cut the engines. Manetti was finally let go, threading down to the bottomless sea. Chris jumped in the water. Turbulently he dove kicking down, searching desperately for Mike, saw nothing but fingertips disappearing into the grey expanse below. He kicked frantically till whole fingers then a hand came into view. He grabbed it, pulled on it till he grasped the whole hand, Mike’s still warm hand, then the arm, and pulled and stroked and kicked stubbornly trying to rise to the surface. He made no progress with the heavy body. He hadn’t taken in enough air and it was running out. His lungs burned but still he kicked doggedly, didn’t matter he wasn’t rising to the surface. He’d let Mike pull him under before he’d give him up to the sea. There was another splash. Ben dove beneath him, found Mike’s other arm. Together they pulled till the surface came into view. The sun glistened like an orb rippling far above. They sliced water with their free arms, kicking stubbornly with their feet, chasing their breath in the form of bubbles racing to the surface. They broke through the ocean’s skin and gasped for air. Ben had left a life vest waiting close to the boat. Chris grabbed it and tucked it under Mike’s chin. Mike coughed salt water out of his lungs, barfed water back into the ocean. Dazed and half conscious, his chin rested on the orange life preserver. He eyed Chris. He eyed Ben. For a second he thought he’d fallen into heaven looking at the brothers. But then he remembered who he was, where he was, what he was, felt the whitecaps break around his ears. Maybe death hadn’t found him today. But if he had any say, he’d let it find him. One day. Soon. *** he yacht they bought from the morticians, Boris and Roger, called—what else—The Jolly Roger, skull and crossbones painted on the stern, bobbed gently in the harbor. Tucked in their rented slip, the vessel swayed slightly as Chris woke from a nap. He felt the movement so knew they were still on the sea. There was something reassuring about living on the ocean over the last several months. Maybe it was growing up so close to the beach, it was the one place of refuge he knew he could always turn to. She was always there, constant, unchanging from one season to the next. Each year he grew older, she didn’t. Veracruz was a port town similar to Long Beach in a lot of ways. The smell for one. Brackish water mixed with heavy industry. Massive freighters carrying millions of tons of crude oil sat next to cargo ships with thousands of stacked containers. Millions of transaction daily. The port covered over five hundred acres of water, nine hundred acres on land. Veracruz was one of Mexico’s busiest port, its open hand to the world. The volume of exchange was hard to fathom, but it had been this gateway for centuries. Its open hand brought with it Caribbean and African influences. You could hear it in its music, see it in the people. The pleasure boats docked closer to the city hotels and to the city’s center; the massive ships stayed out by the barrier reefs with a nearly thousand foot quay connecting it to land. It was an extremely active port, a lively scene in the daytime, with huge cranes loading and unloading cargo till late afternoon. Then activity ebbed, trucks loaded with containers drove off, and the harbor took on a more serene and festive mood. He got up from his small bunks, and climbed to the top deck bar where he knew Mike and Ben would be. Yep, they were there in flowery Hawaiian shirts bought in Miami, sipping vodka cranberries, watching the lights of the city start to flutter awake. The deep azure sky was quickly fading to night. The first stars of the night were unveiling. “How you feeling, Chief,” Manetti asked him. “Better,” Chris replied. “Can I have one too?” Ben looked him over. “If you’re not gonna get sick, I guess you can.” Manetti, the ship’s official bartender, asked if he wanted a cherry in his Shirley Temple. Chris glared at him. Manetti mixed his vodka cranberry grinning his goofy grin, throwing in a lime. “Arrrrg,” he said in a pirate voice, handing over the drink, “Yer wants to prevent scurvy, matey.” They settled on their barstools. “Perty, ain’t it?” Manetti said to no one in particular, watching the rippling lights coming toward them across the water. He’d come a long way, Chris thought, since the incident in Virginia months back. They all had, healed some or scarred over. Still no one talked about what they all kept quiet about. What was there to say? If you come to an understanding, an unspoken compromise, why talk? So they all slept in the boat’s many separate bunks in different parts of the ship, the master cabin at the bow left empty. Each alone in his bunk with his solitary thoughts, they sailed the Caribbean, hiding from each other as much as from Drax. After a long silence Ben said Veracruz reminded him of Miami. Long Beach, Chris replied. The radio softly played a local folk station—guitars, plaintive Spanish songs, son jarocho. A tune came on that pricked up Ben’s and Mike’s ears. Ben said, “Isn’t that…” “La Bamba,” Mike finished the thought. “Yeah, a lot different from—what’s his name?” “Richie Valens,” Ben said. “Who’s Richie Valens,” asked Chris. Ben explained, “He was someone who died in a plane crash with the The Big Bopper and Buddy Holly back in the fifties.” “Who,” Chris asked again. “Shut up,” said Mike. After a few moments listening to the familiar song overlaid by the original folk melody, not as brash as the early rock n roll rendition, but with complex guitar work still rhythmically inviting, Ben asked Mike what they were saying. Mike listened intently. He’d grown up speaking broken Italian in his house, so over the last months, as they sailed around Mexico and the Caribbean, he’d managed to pick up and got pretty good at Spanish. “The guy’s singing: To dance the bamba, to the dance the bamba, you need a little grace.” “What the bamba?” Chris asked. “I don’t know,” said Mike, “It’s the name of the dance, I guess, like the twist or something.” “What’s the twist,” Chris asked again. “Please let me throw him overboard,” Manetti begged Ben. “Kidding,” Chris laughed. Then something stopped Manetti. A light went off in his face as he cocked an ear to the radio. “Aw, this is good. Listen.” Manetti sang, not very well, but passionately, a refrain, “Yo no soy marinero, yo no soy marinero, soy capitan. He says, I’m not a sailor, I’m not a sailor, I’m captain, I’m captain.” His smile blossomed, the first true smile Ben and Chris had seen since they left New York. Not sardonic or ironic either. Saying something for the first time he believed. “I’m captain,” he sang in his raspy off-key baritone. The three of them sipped drinks and gazed over the port town, felt shrouded in the approaching night. The rocking of the boat brought them together. They didn’t need to talk. Maybe wounds weren’t healing so much as scabbing over. During their months at sea, they’d developed their own silent language, speaking only when something had to be said. Something like they needed a refill of meds, or they needed a new fuel filter. Their exchange over La Bamba had been the most they’d spoken to each other in months, particularly Manetti. Maybe they were ready to talk. Or maybe it wasn’t words they needed to express. A little buzzed, Chris swayed on his barstool to the song’s refrain. As the song went on he got up and swayed to the music in front of Manetti. He’d grown tall in the last few months, still skinny as a rail but now eye height to Manetti. So with Manetti perched on his barstool, Chris looked him straight in the eye. He got in close and was dancing closer. “Bamba la bamba,” he sang in his reedy voice, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. *** A brief history of the internet would likely begin with the Advanced Research Projects Administration network, or ARPANET, a U.S. Department of Defense project, based on the idea that if nuclear war took out parts of the country, decentralized yet connected computer operation would allow data to continue to flow in the un-nuked parts of the United States. Comforting thought. ARPANET was a pioneering network for sharing digital resources among geographically separated computers. You can trace a direct line from its initial demonstration in 1969 to the development and adoption of what we now know as the Internet. Chris was two that year, making his first stack of building blocks—four high. He clapped his fat little hands sitting on the living room rug, while his mother, dad, and twelve-year-old brother watched a shoot-out on Bonanza. In 1976, Queen Elizabeth II sent her first email. As she pushed the send button, she placed her white gloves against her lips. She was very excitedly. The royal family, surrounding her, shared in her delight. When Ben and Mike fucked for the first time at the St. Marks Bath in 1983, the Domain Name System, or DNS, was established giving us the familiar website suffixes .com, .net, .gov, etc., which was a heck of a lot easier to remember than the series of numbers websites previous used, like, say, 176.191.49.254. Two years later, when bath houses and sex clubs were shut down by the health department, in 1985, the internet was well on its merry way. So were Chris, Ben and Mike having dug up Chris’ buried treasure, bought The Jolly Roger, and set sail for a four years voyage hiding on the open seas. Miami, Freeport, Key West, Veracruz, Belize, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Martinique, Aruba, through the Panama Canal, up to Acapulco, Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, with a brief stop in Long Beach to pick up Ben’s record collection and check in on mom. She was better than fine, had a new boyfriend named Burt, who actually was decent to her. She was disappointed they had to leave so soon, but packed the three sea voyagers a lunch, kissed their cheeks including Manetti’s scruffy beard, and with records tucked under their arms, they were back sputtering up the California coast by noon, chomping on Mrs. Prior’s peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and homemade Rice Crispy treats. Mike, Ben and Chris sailed under the astonishing Golden Gate Bridge revealing the magnificent San Francisco skyline, August of ’89. Within a week they dry docked The Jolly Roger, and set up house in the Castro. Chris was twenty-two. One year later, 1990, Tim Berners-Lee develop the HyperText Markup Language, or HTML, which is still the basis of how we navigate and view the internet today. (Where you going with this, Chief? Bear with me, I’ll get to it.) Chris got his first computer the same year. It’s not really a part of internet history, but it’s important to the story because it was important to Chris: his first computer was a Macintosh IIfx. Mike and Ben chipped in together to celebrate both Chris getting his GED and an acceptance letter to Stanford just down the peninsula. That was back when Stanford wasn’t next to impossible to get into. Chris discovered that besides having a knack with car and boat engines, he had a natural aptitude for figuring out how things fit together—physical or otherwise. The very first thing he did when he got his Mac was to take it apart and reassemble it. So combine aptitude with physical objects to a newly discovered affinity for reading and writing code, Stanford was a logical place to park his butt for the next four years. Reading and writing code was intuitive for him. He tried to explain it to Ben and Mike, passing around some ganja they’d brought with them from Long Beach; it’s simply another form of language, he said. Ben and Mike tried to follow as he prattled on. It reflects the same rules as any language: the mechanics of verbs, whether motor engines, electrical systems, or logical functions and methods; the structure and solidity of nouns, whether you’re talking car parts or object-oriented programming’s classes and instances; the skin of adjectives, colors, attributes, the aggregate of forms that determine design; finally the assembled thought, the purpose, the reasoning, the expression, the i/o of flowing data, the brain giving orders—what is it you want this thing to accomplish, man?—it all interlocked in his mind, he’d just never had a way to express it before nor much inkling he even wanted to. But now all that changed: Hello world! Mike took the joint out of Chris’ hand. It didn’t hurt that he graduated from Stanford in ’94. Two guys in the class before his had a startup called Yahoo! They brought Chris onboard first as an intern in his senior year, and then fulltime by summer. There wasn’t a whole lot of money in those lean, early days—the two founders were working with venture capitalists who weren’t immediately forthcoming with cash—so Chris got paid, against Ben and Mike’s advice, in options. Since he was a workaholic, staying up writing code throughout the night wired on caffeine and an occasional jolt of amphetamines, he piled up a shitload of options. He kept them in a shoebox under the bed. When the company incorporated the following year, Chris converted options each time the stock hit a new high. He made a killing in just the first year alone, and still had an almost-full shoebox under the bed. In 1996, Match.com was launched, and other dating sites sprang up soon after. One night, after Mike had brought home some kickass Peyote buttons, and during some powerful, transformative sex—i.e., the first night Chris took his first double fist—he realized he should create a new kind of dating site. He bought a domain the next day, and built the site, still amped from the Peyote and fuckin’ awesome sex, over the course of one weekend. Chris’ life, informed by Mike and Ben, showed him that the rainbow flag not only transcended a spectrum of races and cultures, it also, and more in line with his experiences, encompassed a spectrum of sexual universes. Where dating sites that competed for survival in the burgeoning, Darwinian world of online hookups viewed the model from top down as straight white vanilla, tossing out a net to capture the broadest swath possible, his take on sex was completely opposite, bottom up, a banquet of chocolatey rocky road. He started with all the categories and sub-categories of life he knew viscerally, starting with Master Drax and continuing over the last few years in San Francisco: leather, master & slaves, fisters, S&M, bondage, grunge& raunch, hoods & masks, pups & trainers, military, medical, uniforms, watersports, smokers, skinheads, punks, tats, piercings, feet, chastity, bareback, bikers, bears, rubber, and friendship—you name it, there was a place, or maybe several places, for you somewhere on his site. San Francisco was the perfect beta test city to incubate his idea. His site was free with limited search capability—proof of concept, man, search is gonna be the key, he claimed—but for a few dollars more, a monthly Premium membership gave you unlimited search capabilities. This bottom up approach, this one-size-does-not-fit-all model, this choose-your-own-adventure paradigm—plus, add-on messaging, chat rooms, picture sharing, winks, scorekeeping, leaderboards: the whole gamification of getting laid—it caught fire. First city-wide, then nationally, and within a year, internationally. We’re talking beaucoup bucks here, sailors. It, his website, and he, its sole founder, made scads of money from the get go and attracted attention. But, perhaps, attention might not be what he was looking for. But then you have to figure, hey, he—they—could only keep out of site forever. *** The old guy at the end of the bar lit a Camel cigarette. Bobo, a large, very attractive middle-aged drag queen who helped Manetti run the place weeknights (and who had an obvious, though unrequited crush on him—but that’s another story) served Duke, a young, wiry, opinionated hustler who liked to badger Mike incessantly. They were at the center of the long saloon bar staring at the smoking man. It was a slow Tuesday night—only four of them in the place. The big green neon clock showed it was almost one-thirty in the morning, a half hour from closing. “Not cool,” said Duke to Manetti. Bobo checked her nails studiously. “Hey, mister,” Manetti said, walking over to the man. “You can’t smoke here.” He stopped short recognizing Drax. Under his black leather cap, what used to be grey beard had gone completely white and was now pointed and quite long. His bald head had had a buzzed crown around the sides, but he’d let that grow long, too, so the wispiest of white hair hung over his shoulders. Black circles sagged under his eyes. He’d once worn glasses but now they were absent. Instead his dark eyes were ghostly pale with thick cataracts. He hacked a loud, phlegmatic cough as Manetti approached. “Bourbon neat, barkeep,” he said. “We got a backyard bar for smoking,” Manetti said under his breath cautiously. Though Drax looked infirmed, he knew a wounded snake was a more dangerous one. He gave Drax a once over, checked what he could to ascertain if anything were holstered under his leather coat. It didn’t look like he was packing, but you never knew with Drax. He’d surprised many a wary adversary. He shot a glance to Duke and Bobo, a little afraid for them if things suddenly went south. “We’re getting close to last call. How ‘bout I get us a bottle and we talk out back?” he offered Drax. The old man luxuriated in his cigarette, picking off a shred of tobacco from the left side of his split reptilian tongue. Manetti had forgotten that tongue. Drax took a long drag and blew a large plume into the stale barroom air. “Not cool, man,” Duke pronounced from the center of the bar, waving his hand in front of his face as if from that distance he was bothered by the smoke. Manetti raised a scolding finger at Duke. Don’t! the finger and Manetti’s scowl warned him. Duke usually would take that up as challenge and start arguing with Manetti, but something told him to stand down. He clamped his pie hole and instead blinked at Bobo. Bobo took out a nail file and glanced a disconcerting look at Mike. “These San Francisco street whores—little pansy ass lung fairies, aren’t they,” Drax said to Manetti. He turned his head only slightly, not bothering to look at Duke but making sure he knew he was talking to him. “Fuck you, cunt,” he said in his gnarly voice. “Hey, now!” said Bobo alarmed and angry, pointing her nail file at the old man. “No C-word in my joint.” Manetti sauntered back to Bobo and Duke. “Hey kids. This is an old acquaintance of mine,” Manetti said. “Sweetie, would you mind watching the door till closing? I’m going out back so he can finish his smoke. If anyone else comes tell ‘em I’m out back,” he said and kissed Bobo’s rouged cheek. “Night, Chief,” he said to Duke. “You be good, ya hear me.” He held up that warning finger again, and gave them both his reassuring shark-tooth smile. He knocked Duke’s chin, friendly-like, with his knuckles. Duke sheepishly grinned. Who didn’t have a crush on Manetti? *** The back patio had a little straw tiki bar with two bar stools. Mike set Drax’s glass and his on the bamboo surface and poured generous amounts of Four Roses in each. He set down the bottle, picked up his glass and waited. Off in the harbor a plaintiff foghorn wailed. Drax came out hobbling with a cane. He limped along favoring his right hip. The patio bar was perched on the side of a hill. Several picnic tables were scattered about, barstools lined the railings overlooking a deserted alley far below. Manetti positioned himself in back of the tiki bar and Drax slid onto one of the stools. Drax flicked his ash on the floor, hooked his cane on the bar ledge, and set down his lighter and pack of Camels next to his bourbon. “You grow a beard?” he asked squinting. Manetti nodded yes, running his fingers over it. “This your place then, huh,” he said to Manetti with an undercurrent of disbelief and maybe a little envy. Drax’s eyes were fixed on the bartender, his former stable boy, now spouting a few grey hairs in his unruly auburn mop. Drax’s near-blind eyes shined luminous in the gloom. “Ben and mine,” Manetti answered. He picked up Drax’s Camels, took one out. He plucked Drax’s smoke from his fingers and lit his from it. He handed him back his cigarette. “Long time, MD. How’d you know we were here?” “It's an odd thing,” Drax began in an effete manner, flicking his wrist exaggerated by his cigarette. It was completely discordant with his nature, so against his butch, hard guy character, yet a very spot on mimicry. “But anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.” He brought his fingers to his lips and puffed. Manetti gave a smile in recognition. “Master Drax quotes Oscar Wilde. A sign of the apocalypse,” Manetti snorted, taking a hit off his own smoke. Drax curled his lips displaying a gummy smile. Manetti exhaled into the overhead fog. “And then Wilde exclaimed,” speaking in his own mincing voice, “It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world.” Drax took a sip of bourbon. “I haven’t seen any evidence of that yet,” he said, “but give me a day. I only arrived tonight.” He approved of the bourbon and took a bigger swig. “When’d you get so fucking literary?” Manetti took a long drag. He’d quit smoking when they were at sea, but tonight was a special occasion. The cool air and the warm smoke had a familiar sensation. It provoked some relished, decadent, post sex memories. He took another hit, felt the nicotine work its magic, salving the undercurrent of nervousness being back in Drax’s presence. He’d always been charmed and at the same time repulsed by the man; tonight was no different. “Taking a couple of night classes at City College, finishing my degree.” “Hm,” grunted Drax. He paused thinking back. “You were on scholarship at NYU ages ago, weren’t you?” Drax asked. “Afore you became just another burnout.” “I was on a wrestling scholarship back then, yeah.” Manetti drew deeply from his glass. “I was working out some issues. But I’m back now. It’s cheap. I’m getting a degree in English literature next year. Lot of good it’ll do me working here,” he laughed. “Hm,” Drax grunted again. “You trying to impress me?” He fidgeted on his stool. “It’s cold for fucking July,” he groused. “Welcome to San Francisco,” Manetti responded. “Drink up, it’ll warm you. Might even thaw you a bit.” Smoking brought out a sense of security. He went on, “I’m working on something that might interest you. Working with Bobo on it. Besides being one of the best bartenders around, she’s a great lyricist. You met her inside.” The bourbon was loosening him up, warming his gut. “Maybe you knew him when he bartended at The Mineshaft. He was Carlos back then. Big dockworker type. Large black horseshoe mustache?” Drax looked at him blankly. “Well, I remembered him.” Drax downed the rest of his drink, then plunked down the glass. “Too hard to tell,” his said, pointing to his head. “All that big hair.” “We’re collaborating, she and I,” Manetti said. He raised his hand eliciting a marque. “Mineshaft, the Musical,” he said with a flourish. Drax crowed hard once, while Manetti refilled his glass. Drax crushed out his cigarette, drifted in reflection, studying the dying smoke. “Hm.” He rolled thoughts over. Manetti watched the old man’s pale eyes flutter. It was dark out here. Fog lowering. Getting dank, too. Drax looked up and tried to scan Manetti’s face in the dingy light. Mike saw his former director, confessor and pimp, shiver. Manetti, too, was cold, wearing his usual bar uniform: white t-shirt, jeans, leather vest. He flipped on an overhead heater. It cast both of them in a devilish orange light. The heat lamp sizzled, chewing on the fog as it warmed them both. The foghorn softly moaned again. “I remember,” Drax finally began after taking a sip, “taking Benjamin to the Mineshaft for the first time.” He lit another cigarette. It triggered a bout of hacking and a prolonged, phlegmatic rumbling. It ended with him spitting phlegm onto the ground. He paused for a second, then took another hit off his cigarette, and ruminated for quite a while lost in thought. “Hm,” he said, looking off in a middle distance. “He only had been in the city a year. He was still so cherry. Hadn’t taken a fist, hadn’t done scat or been whipped, he’d only been pissed on once but hadn’t drank from the tap yet. You don’t want to rush a boy. Good pornography, it’s best when it records discoveries. We’re born like a rock with all these rough edges,” he said swirling around the contents of his glass. “Life wears you down. But you don’t want to smooth a boy down all at once. One step at a time down that long descending staircase. If you can, you capture that moment when a synapse fires off, that shows he actually likes it, whatever kink it is, that’s what make your viewer shoot his load. Yeah, sure, it’s also that big throbbing dick, but it’s also that spark of recognition. That identification. And sometimes to get it, you need to go off script. Plant some seeds. See what’s in the boy’s true nature.” Drax flicked his ash, stared at his ember. Took a long draw sucking in his hollow cheeks. “So this night, it’s the night of the blackout of ’77, July. It’s sweltering hot in his apartment, we’re naked and dripping in sweat. I wanted him to learn to take a fist. I just slammed him for a second time, but we were getting nowhere. Been shoving big dildos and plugs up his ass, he was begging for them, shoving ones bigger than my hand, but when my fingers touched his hole?” Drax demonstrated for Manetti Ben’s tightly clenched butthole with his closed fist. “My experience, a good slam fixes that, but not Ben, not that night. Then the blackout happens, power goes out in the apartment and you might as well call it quits. Except we’re both higher than fuck, and I tell him, put on your jock and those chaps, I’m taking you somewhere. We usually didn’t go out in public. Some men recognized him, mostly from vanilla stuff that first year. Spreads in the soft core rags, beach boy, long hair surfer, jacking. Pics of him playing with his hole. Some with other pretty boys. He preferred boys his own age he could dominate. He was still skinny, tall though, aggressive with my other twink bottoms. Slapped them around some, nothing too violent, more bossy, really. Naturally verbal I was discovering. Bit of a nasty streak if you wanna know the truth. Had a real foul mouth when he got started. Loved when he got his bottom confessing to being his fucktard bitch,” Drax chuckled. “Said he got it from his stepdad.” “Chris’ real dad,” Manetti injected. “Ben’s stepdad. He used to beat Chris mercilessly.” “Yeah?” Drax paused interested, curious, mulled it over. “I could see that.” He gave Manetti a harsh once over, then pulled on his cigarette, letting the smoke drift out his teeth as he spoke. “So we ride in the cab seeing there this blackout going on all over the city, wasn’t just the fuses in the building. We pass a Walgreens being looted, I don’t know, old men carrying out cartons of cigarettes, six-packs, old ladies with shopping carts full of boxes of clothespin and plastic tablecloths, the strange things people do. Plastic flowers piled in their shopping carts. We pass a couple of cars on fire on Broadway and Eighth, both of us high as shit. We’re in this real-life Hieronymous Bosch painting. Are we really seeing these things? Maybe we are. Guys breaking into the Crazy Eddies store, a dog running up the Six Avenue by itself, no street lights of course, so the driver takes it easy. We get to Washington Street, there’s cops lined up. Ben’s afraid ‘cause of the cops. I have to convince him they’re just dress-up cops, club customers waiting to get in. We get out, climb the stairs past leather men, policemen, denim cowboys, we push up the line ‘cause Wally’s at the ropes and he sees me and takes one look at this beautiful boy I have in chaps and a jock, and opens the rope right up. We’re walking around the bar and I’m holding his leash. I got him to cut his hair that week. Made him get a Mohawk, I thought it’d be fun.” Manetti almost snorted his bourbon through his nose. “You’re shittin’ me. Ben let you give him a Mohawk?” he said. “Of course he didn’t. You think he’d ever go for that, the little priss. But I did get him to cut it shorter. Much better. He twern’t at the beach no more, were he? Dorothy ain’t in Kansas.” “Guess not,” said Manetti. He poured himself another glass and stole another of Drax’s smokes. Drax didn’t seem to care, but he did notice. “So of course there’s no lights or music in the club ‘cause it’s the fuckin’ blackout of nineteen seventy-seven! We’re in the middle of this sweltering heatwave, Son of Sam’s on the loose knocking couples off, and Ben’s making his debut at The Mineshaft on my leash, struttin’ around in his jockstrap and chaps, and I got everyone salivating. Boy don’t yet know his worth, but the men do. The bar’s all lit up by a thousand candles. Men all murmuring. It’s like a fucking church, which is exactly what The Mineshaft is actually. Am I right? It’s hotter than shit so I have Ben strip, which he’s high but a little reluctant to do right out in public, but I strip and others are walking around naked, so what the fuck. He asks sort of innocently, what kind of bar is this? Not a bar, son, I say. Let’s go down those stairs, I tell him. We leave the second floor bar, go down naked to the first floor and he’s like a kid in a candy store. His eyes are wide, his pupils like black saucers, and I see he’s hungry for what the store has to offer. There’s glory holes, rim seats, slings, but what does that sick pup pick up on first? There a spotlight and a bunch of men surrounding the spotlight. Of course he’s drawn to it. We go over, and the light’s focused on a bathtub. Two guys are in it getting pissed on by all the men standing around it. He begs me to let him get in. I unleash him, and he runs over naked wearing just his dog collar, making his way through a sea of naked or semi-naked men in harnesses, all their cocks waving, and he climbs in and gets on his knees. More men come over to get a load of this new dirty blond hunk, this gorgeous piece of fresh meat, and of course they want to piss all over him, mark him. He opens his mouth and consumes shit loads of their piss. One short Asian guy nuzzles up to him with his big black bush, and Ben learns to drink from dick, then he takes this black guy’s Johnson and sucks out his piss till the guy’s empty. He can’t get enough drinking piss, piss, piss, piss, piss, and wallowing under the spotlight doing it. No telling what bonus chems are in those streams, but he’s certainly changed after that. He’s a wild man the rest of the night. Hyped and wired.” Drax’s eyes are glowing, the orange reflecting off the white, like a red-eye photograph. He, too, looks to Manetti like a wild man, not really here, but in the past, a blind seer, watching Ben decades before soaking in piss, riding the limelight in that tub. Drax takes a sip to fortify the memory. “And then this big muscled cop, or a guy in a jockstrap wearing a cop’s shirt, pulls him out. I think he’s going to fuck the shit out of the kid, this big stud cop, but the cop finds an empty sling, pulls Ben with him, and then flops back in the sling himself, and slides his big jackboots through the sling’s leg straps. I pull up next to him to see what Ben’s gonna do. He’s wet, smells acrid from the piss, short hair slicked back—never looked better—asks the guy if he’s a real cop. The guy, in a low voice, admits he is—he’s the real deal! The fucker should have been out protecting the city but he’s here, looks high, waiting for Ben to bone him. Seeing he’s a real cop, Ben pops an instant stiffy. It’s saluting at full attention, with veins so hard around his thick shaft they look like crawling worms, for fuck sake. Men around him notice. I notice. He sticks his engorged meat in the guy in one balls-deep thrust, buries himself right up to his brown curlies. The guy yells to let him get use to his big fuckstick, and more guys come over hearing that. It’s all shadows and flickering candles, and what your eyes can’t see, your brain fills in. Fuck, man, the sounds they make. Not human sounds. Animalistic. Some ritual not even I understand is going on between cop and his former prey, between victim and abuser—rolls reversed. He’s fucking someone in his past, or a group of someones, I can tell, ‘cause whatever motivates him out of his past he’s taking it out on this cop in the sling, right here, right now—and it’s something fuckin’ brutally beautifully. It has all the sounds of a rape but let me tell you the cop is absolutely into it. His ass ain’t never had a Big Ben in it before and he’s enjoying the shit out of it. It ain’t a bottom and a top going at it. It’s a top being fucked by an über-top. That’s what The Mineshift spawned, the original anti-Eden: not butches doing fems, but the homomasculine submitting to the Über-masculine. We’re in Tom of Finland territory. Ben rips the cop’s shirt open, fucking him blindly, pinching the shit out of his big cop tits. They’re exchanging snarls, gorilla grunts, and Fuck Yous, and he’s releasing on the cop’s ass a lifetime of stored up rage. He climaxes shooting all over the guy’s uniform and in his face, but isn’t done with him yet. No sir. He’s got the whole corner of the room captivated. He shouts, Crisco, putting his hand out like he’s waiting for a stagehand. He’s in command. He truly is. He’s sweating profusely from the meth, and whatever chem piss is running through his system, and someone puts a wad of grease in his hand. Ben lubes his fist and doesn’t go gently into that good night. No sir. He pulls up next to the cop’s face, pushes his still hard, shit-crusted cock in the cop’s mouth, and pushes his clutched fist into the guy’s ass. Not a gooseneck hand to start, but the full magilla, his big clutched fist plunges into the guy’s gut. You can almost hear it go pop. There’s this loud fart of air as Ben pulls all the way out afore he pushes back in. The cop’s gagging on his cock from its girth as he’s struggling with the force of Ben’s arm pumping straight into his chute.” “Jesus,” Manetti said. “That’s what the cop is crying. Jesus Chris, slow down, man! he’s shouting, but Ben’s not listening to any of that shit. Not that he’s punch fucking the guy violently. No. He’s standing next to him, making him suck his shitty cock, pistoning him slowly but deep into this big cop’s ass like he’s kneading a big vat of dough. In, out. Stroke after stroke, sending the guy into both heaven and hell at the same time. Then they’re not even talking anymore, just Ben silently watching the cop’s anguished-exhilarated face, watching what he’s doing to the man, what effect he’s having on this cop he’s turned into a meat puppet. All the while the cop’s nursing Big Ben like an infant suckin’ on his mama’s teet. It gets quieter the deeper Ben pushes in his arm. Swear to God, it got as solemn as a church service. Wasn’t a cop and a top anymore. More biblical, priest administering to a penitent, more like it. Like the agony he’d put the man through came out the other side and he was now tending to him, fist going in deeper and pulling out. A part of the cop’s colon comes with it, big ol’ prolapse, probably the first one Ben ever saw. Didn’t bother him, got him hard again, he just pushes it back in and goes deeper. Wants to see how much gut he can pull out of the guy. Men gathered around, some stroking, some just watching in wonder, trying to fathom what the story is between this naked holy man and the supplicant. When Ben forced the man to cum, and forced him he did if you saw his face…” Drax said. “I’ve seen that face,” Manetti confirmed. “Well, then, you know how Ben is when he’s in charge. The cop cums all over his uniform, his chest, over his face, shoots over his head. Rope after rope of cum. Men fall to their knees to worship this new priest among them, some fell to the cop’s ass and chewed on his spent prolapse, all wanted Ben to do to them what he’d just done to the cop. They lick Ben’s feet, like he’s fuckin’ Jesus coming out the desert, kiss his thighs, lick his ass, stick their tongues inside his anus, suck on his armpit, whatever Ben offered raising up his arms to his new flock. Three at a time are under him worshiping his cock, balls, and taint. The cop slowly gets out of the sling, shaking his head, pushing his prolapse back in, trying to figure out where the fuck he’s been for the last hour, and I come with a can of grease and lay Ben back down in the sling, in front of this group of envious men. I lock his arms over his head and hand the cop a bottle of strong poppers to administer to him, then I buckle the strap holding Ben’s feet high in the air. He’s spread eagle with men groping his body like a holy relic. I lube my hand and take a good scoop of Crisco and start pushing it into the boy’s ass. I do this a couple of times so there’s a lot inside him when I start pushing two fingers in his slippery chute. He’s as tight as he’s ever been but he’s also rock hard. You want this, I tell him. Tell me how much you want this, I say. Please, Master, he begs, put your arm inside me. I slide in three, then four fingers. Stop fighting me I say at him. Give him a hit, I tell the cop. I’m getting pissed if he don’t let me fist him this time, with this audience. The cop bends the kid’s head over the bottle and lets him huff all he wants. He breathing in the bottle for a while afore he lets his head fall back against the leather. I can feel now not only has his ass relaxed, he’s trying, as much as he can tied up, to slide down the sling on my hand. I don’t even have to push in. His hole is opening and his weight is falling over the edge of the sling onto my hand on its own accord. And then I’m in and still sliding deeper without me having to do anything. He’s yelling Oh Fucks the deeper I go. But I gotta tell you: too much is made over the trust a bottom must have from his top. Bullshit I say. Fisting comes out of the school of S&M, and giving the bottom control of the scene ruins it. Fisting was created as a form of punishment as much as it was a form of control. I tell the cop to give him another hit. He does and I’m taking the boy for a ride he won’t forget. My hand comes out and goes back in a second time in the form of a fist. He’s struggling to accept the width but I won’t budge until he lets me in. From sheer pressure he pops open but not without a cry of distress. Good, I tell him, that feeling is what you can expect for the next hour. And that’s exactly what I give him, no merciful, sensual assplay, but forced punching of his anus until its lips hang loose and sloppy. The red of his colon starts to show after a while. His first night fisting and I’m developing this beautiful small rose. Push out, I yell at him. It’s a pretty pink flower for all to see. I clear some of the Crisco so the men around can see it better. Someone goes down and licks it, giving the kid the first taste of what getting his rosebud eaten feel like. He’s loving it. I go for depth after the first hour. Each time he takes a hit from the cop I’m pushing in deeper before the chemicals have an impact so that when they do I can push him even further. The cop asks if he can take over for a while, Ben becomes afraid, begs me no. Did I ask you? I say to him. Sure. Have at it. And the cop, with his big hairy paws, is plunging into him. I make the boy suck my dick while the cop is exacting revenge on the boy’s sphincter. The cop’s even slipping in a couple of additional fingers while he’s alternating hands in the kid’s ass. He’s almost got two hands in but I see pink in the grease on the cop’s forearms so I have him pullout. I don’t want him damaged. He relinquishes him, but not without one last deep punch, sending Ben’s head flinging back in agony. His suffering is my aphrodisiac. I’m dripping, so I slowly and savagely fuck him. Hours—you been at my receiving end afore, so you know—hours reaming him in chem-filled lust. No need for a bathroom break ‘cause I got my toilet attached to my cock. Besides the chem-piss makes him even more of a whore. Around daybreak, as most all the candles have burnt out, it’s now almost pitch black inside, you can see some outside daylight in the cracks, the last two or three flickering candles are fading, so Ben can’t really see but only feel my cock inside him. I slide my hand in next to my cock, which has been tenderizing him in the last of the wee hours. I wrap my fingers in a fist and piston my cock. He don’t know what he’s getting but the whore likes it. In the cavernous dark as the last candles go out, men are kissing him, nursing his nipples, sucking his cock. And he’s moaning, speaking in tongues, is tweaking on another plane, sucking on other cocks being fed to him, asses bent over for him to eat, and I jack my spooge inside my fist inside him. He’s blathering invites to anyone around him to fist his hole. He’s where I want him. He turns me on so hard, so broken, so open, and I let other guys fist and fuck him, watching along the wall, drinking my beer. “Drax, you fuck,” Manetti said. “He’s struggling under a brutal Neanderthal, fucking his insides out. Ben the boy is suddenly gone, surrendered, arms hanging off the sides of the sling. Taking it, accepting it, a martyr to sex. I bend over and ask him why he’s suddenly surrendered. He whimpers, Hunters got me trapped, Daddy, I can’t escape. I’m lost. Cops got me in a back alley. He’s lost in his past or his fantasy, it’s taken him over. He’s biting his lip. Four more men fuck him and four more fist him. I’m kissing him while they do, telling him accept what he is, just a hole for men to use as their cumrag. Then I see his hole drooling a steady, cloudy white stream of men’s seed, all pooling on the floor under his ass. I know I want back inside that warm, wet cave. I fuck my baby well into the day. Daddy’s got you, I tell him, won’t ever let you go. Then around noon the harsh club lights flickers back on. The blackout’s over. I don’t know how many times I shot into him. I know he shot wads more. Did he remember? Probably half of it. We go out into the daylight, blinded, looking to hail a cab. Butchers right next door to The Mineshaft, in their bloody white aprons, haul in large stabs of meat. Ben looks like just another one of their carcasses. I fold him into the backseat of a gypsy cab. Like one of the many hanging carcasses we ride away from, I look at him, his head’s back, he’s staring at the cab’s cloth ceiling talking to himself. This big human carcass of meat, flecked with viscera across his chest, his and many others—he’s a rock now as smooth as I want him.” Silence falls between Drax and Manetti. Fog veils the alley from sight. They both sip bourbon. Drax’s cigarette was a stub, had long ago gone out. Drax looks at the cigarette butt in his hand with his white eyes, and sets it in the ashtray. “Best fuck of my life,” he says, downing his second drink. *** He’s fumbling with his cigarettes and lighter. He knocked one out of the pack. His lighter shook in an unsteady hand. He’s unable to aim the flame under his cigarette, so Manetti reached over and steadied his hand, and Drax managed to get it lit. Manetti considered the man on the other side of the tiki bar. Sure, it’s the orange heat light and the backlit fog that created the illusion, but Drax wears the expression of a weary demon or maybe a withered angel; some hybrid of bliss and torment. He, Manetti’s, had witnessed that ecstatic tortured look, that rapture, firsthand whenever Drax was cumming inside him over the year he spent in his stable. This suspension between extremes, this balance between worlds; no wonder Ben stuck around more than a decade. Moth to a flame, night after night. It had its draw. “So,” said Manetti, rolling his ember in the ashtray. The glass ashtray’s imprinted with The Plan B Bar, the name he and Ben chose. He’s pretty sloshed by now, as is Drax, who’s smoking with exaggerated control. “How’d you really find us?” Manetti asked a second time, refilling his glass. Drax covered his emotions with each cloud of smoke he exhaled. “Read this article in Wired back when I could read,” Drax said. “Don’t look shocked. I read sometimes.” Drax took up his drink, swirled it, and gave it a small sip. “There was this article, a profile of a kid, called himself Alistair Enge. Didn’t want to give out his real name to the magazine. ‘Fraid his mama’d find out, I suppose. He started a porn site, the article said, e-commerce, premium subscriptions, whatnot. It claimed it was changing the face of porn. No photo of this new face of porn, but I said to myself, Drax, you old fuck,” he flicked his ash, “where you hear that name afore?” He paused long enough to take a drag. “Then I remembered your pirate story from back in the day. When was that, Michael? Eleven, twelve years ago?” Manetti thought for a second, stoking his beard, a few strands of grey now blending in. “Twelve years,” he says. “Well, I thought to go ask my friends Boris and Roger—they’re still together, if you’re wondering. Wallace died though. Pity, nice pooch. I asked my old friends Boris and Roger, I said, hey Boris, hey Roger, what you’d ever do with that boat. What was its name?” “We bought it. The Jolly Roger.” “The Jolly Roger, yes.” He swirled his drink again and sipped a little more urgently. “So this is yours and Ben’s establishment. What about Chris, or is it Alistair now?” Drax held his cigarette to his mouth, sucked hard on the tip, smoke curling around his tattooed knuckles, H-A-T-E. “Yeah, we own it. Chris has his own thing going, has a crew of programmers and managers, sales, regulatory, things like that. But Ben and I run this.” He hit his cigarette and blew smoke out forcefully threw his nose. “What made you think of the boat?” he asked. “Alistair—the new face of porn—said he’d spent several years sailing with his family around the Caribbean before Stanford. Family,” Drax scoffed bitterly. “Three of you, huh? How does that work?” “Works quite well,” Manetti replied, taking a last hit from his cigarette and then stamped it out. “So MD. You came all the way out here to…?” Manetti let the question hang. Drax let it dangle. “Shame about Bichon, but I suppose karma has a way of catching up to even the best of us, wouldn’t you say, Michael?” Drax’s ghostly eyes looked accusingly at him. The patio’s becoming darker each minute by the encroaching fog. “So, how’s tricks, boy-o? Turned any lately?” Manetti returned a cold smile. “No, man. Lifetime ago,” he said, calmly sipping his drink. “Very happily married. Proud owner of The Plan B, which we live above.” He pointed to a lit window over them. “Part-time bartender, full-time husband.” “Not even a nibble?” “Not even a taste.” “I have to say, when you three ran off, a third of my stable initially went with it. That took a big hit on my livelihood. To tell you the God’s honest truth, devastated my livelihood, completely. Put me right out of business.” Manetti considered this. He tipped the glass to his lips, swallowed. “Never had much overhead, MD,” he said a bit confused. “Hard to see how that could’ve impacted you in any meaningful way.” “Meaningful.” Drax tries the word in his mouth. “Meaningful. Full of meaning.” In the feeble light he searched Manetti’s face through his cataracts. “You tell me, Michael, what meaning is there when a usurper comes and steals your favored boy, the only boy you want, and gets away clean? I’ll tell you what that means. It means the rest of the stable sees there’s no repercussion for abandonment, and the whole stable dismantles, the tower crumbles.” “Hold on,” Manetti said, brows tightly knit. “I’m supposed to feel sorry for getting away from you? You cut off my cock, fucker, planted a pussy on me, and I’m the one that should feel guilty about what happens to you?” He barked a mirthless laugh. “The night of the fire you’re lucky Ben and Chris talked me out of tracking you down. I would have been much more medieval on you than I was to the good doctor.” Drax pulled out another cigarette from his pack. He wasn’t done with the first and tried to light the new one from the old, but his hand shook too much to get it lit. Manetti just watched him struggle, feeling no pity, only disgust. Drax finally got his Camel to light and blew out an enormous stream of smoke. “Truth is, you were damaged long before I met you, Michael. I just removed the damaged part I saw that was rotting away.” Manetti grabbed the old man’s shirt across the bar, and pulled him partially over the bamboo top. He cocked back his other arm in a fist but not before Drax pulled out a snub nose pistol from his pocket. Manetti saw the gun, dropped him and took a step back. “Whoa, whoa,” he said, hands where Drax could see them. He’s making no fast moves but his brain is racing. “So,” he ventured, seeing if he could tamp down the situation, “you come cross-country just to kill me because, what, you miss Ben? Mineshaft closed more than ten years ago, Drax. Boys grow up. Birds fly from the nest.” “I came for the one point eight million you stole,” Drax hissed. Manetti’s hands are still in the air. “Okay,” he conceded. “Fair enough. You’re owed that. We can more than cover it.” “And for stealing Ben,” Drax spits. “Can you cover that?” Manetti didn’t have a comeback. Manetti’s heart was racing. “No, you’re right, you’re right.” Drax had him in a corner, emotionally, logically, physically. “I fucked you over. I’m sorry. You have every right.” But then, finding himself cornered, he felt a spark of anger he couldn’t hold back. “So castration isn’t enough,” he said darkly, “you have to off me, is that it?” Drax looked out through his white glowing eyes and slowly, viciously nodded yes. Manetti looked down, thoughtful, then looked at his drink. Looked at Drax. Saw nothing but the cold, dead eyes of a shark. “So I guess, cheers, to my rotten life, then, huh?” He’s pleading, reaching slowly for his drink, hoping Drax will grant him a dead man’s right for a last fortifying drink. Drax gave him a gummy smile. “Go ahead, boy-o. On the house,” he said, pulling back the gun’s hammer. Manetti raised this glass, saluted Drax, and then tossed the alcohol in Drax’s face. Drax fired and hit Manetti, but Manetti snatched his lighter, flicked the wheel, and put the flame to the old man’s long beard. The alcohol ignited his doused beard, face and hair, and Drax’s whole head, right up to his eyebrows, lit into one giant flame. He’s reeling back, a human matchstick. He’s screaming, slapping his head, stumbling, wobbling blindly all over the patio. He’s firing at empty air, senseless of where he was. Manetti smacked the gun out of his hand and kept pushing him back, again and again, toward the railing. Drax was still screaming, clutching his head, consumed in fire. At the railing, Manetti gave him a final tap, not even that hard, and the old man flew downward into the alley, landed head first with a snap. Bobo and Duke ran out soon after the gunshots. Mike was holding his shoulder by the railing, peering over at something. Bobo rushed to Mike to see the extent of his wound, while Duke gazed down, inspecting the singed, smoldering figure, its arms and legs bent out at unnatural angles, sprawled over the asphalt. Duke turned to Mike grimly, “I told you smoking could kill you.” *** Chris danced in front of Manetti, with Ben looking on encouragingly. Manetti tried not to smile. The ocean was calm, the harbor breeze warm. The night sky was a dome of lights, moonless. Chris was feeling good, a bit buzzed. He swayed his hips close to Mike perched on his barstool. Chris reached up to the top button of Mike’s flowered shirt. “Bamba la bamba,” he sang. “No,” said Manetti. Chris unbuttoned it anyway. He reached for the second button. “C’mon, knock it off,” Mike said batting Chris’ hand away. Chris went back and undid the second button and reached in his hand and felt Manetti’s massive, fur-covered chest. He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips, felt his scruffy dark beard. Manetti started breathing unevenly. Chris kissed him slowly, purposefully, sensually. Manetti relaxed, for the first time letting down his guard. Chris pulled away with a spark in his eye, undoing the flowered shirt’s last button revealing the man’s entire black pelt. Ben was behind him and removed the Hawaiian shirt and placed it on the bar. He kissed Manetti’s right shoulder, then his left, then the nape of his neck. He threaded his hands around Manetti’s chest, feeling his warmth and his racing heart. Chris grasped the man’s belt and Manetti stood up quickly and pushed Chris away. “I can’t,” he cried. “No. Don’t,” he pleaded. Chris got on his knees and unlatched the belt, started lowering the zipper. Manetti was never one for underwear, so when the shorts fell, he stood on the deck naked, exposed for all the world see. Chris bent in and kissed Manetti’s regrown bush, his soft black hair, brushed it delicately with his fingertips, drew a line along the soft pink lips. “Stop,” Manetti gasped. “It just a cunt.” “Not just, it’s you,” the young man said. “You is who I want.” He put his face between Manetti’s legs, breathed him in, licked Manetti. The unfamiliar sensation caused the man to heave a monumental breath, brought a sigh of pleasure but also one of confusion. Shaking he stepped back off balanced. Ben was there to catch him. Manetti felt weak, fought against his frailty. Turning his vulnerability to strength, he steeled himself, grabbing Chris and Ben by their hands and pulling them forcefully down to the master cabin. There he ripped off Chris shirt and tore off the boy’s pants, then combatively, ripped the buttons off Ben’s shirt, held his head forcefully, and sucked his face like he’d been wanting to every day for the past six months. Ben, still locked onto Manetti’s lips, slipped off his shorts. Chris came over and stuck his face close to theirs. Manetti pulled back as Chris kissed Ben’s bent forehead, then as Ben looked up at his brother, Chris kissed his cheek. Ben found Chris’ mouth, and slid his tongue over his brother’s tongue. Both men were erect, which Manetti took full advantage of. He suck his lover’s massive member, then his brother’s smaller but still generous meat. He stuck both their cocks in his mouth and tortured them, rubbing their cockheads against each other, sliding his tongue around them, making them leak in arousal. He grabbed some bedside lube and rubbed it on Chris and Ben erections, then on his front lips and between his cheeks. He positioned himself on his side pulling Chris down with him. Ben laid down in back. Manetti eased his butt, like so many times in the past, against Ben protruding erection. Ben’s stiff and metal adorned organ slowly slid inside Manetti, familiar and so welcome. Chris faced Mike and held his cock at Mike’s new lips and looked in his eyes. Mike gave him a smile of permission, and Chris slowly, sensually parted Mike’s virginal lips. Chris rubbed his dick up and down, rhythmically finding he could part Mike’s body. Mike helped by rocking back on Ben’s cock, allowing it to penetrate him deeply, then rocked forward to take a bit, an inch, then two, of Chris’s cock. There was electricity in the dark cabin, palpable breath on a face, on a neck, mouth against mouth, inhalations and exhalations exchanged. A painful tearing of skin, slowly, erotically. Of all the collective torture they’d been through, this was the most protracted and agonizing. Like a band aid slowly being ripped off, one cell at a time. Tension and desire continually traded places, body parts awash in lubricants, smoothly flowing, painfully, exhilaratingly, new sensations every second between three men who found they were heading into unexplored territory. Mike felt the violation of his organ, both past and present, ravishing him, making him loose control. Once past the initial pain, at first the pleasure was too intense, but the allure of submitting to two men stroking inside his body, became intensely satisfying. Then, after accepting the satisfaction, he recognized he could invert it. Suddenly he felt more in control of them than they were of him. Writhing between them, he was in charge of their pleasure. He controlled their body’s rhythm, granting them unending satisfaction through his rhythmic, velvety undulations, granting them the pleasure they sought within his body. Chris whispered almost inaudible, “Oh, fuck Ben. I feel you.” Their faces so close together not a breath escaped detection by any of them. The three shared this discovering. “I feel you, too, brah,” said Ben deep inside Mike. The closer he drew into Mike, the more Ben’s cock pressed against a wall that barely separated him from his brother. Ben withdrew and slid in deep with each stroke, not only thrilling Mike but also erotically rubbed under Chris’ cockhead. Not one of the three of them saw this coming. They gasped at the orchestra of sensation flowing through their bodies, the variety of pitch and crescendos they could produce. Chris was almost in to his balls, when Manetti cried out in pain. They halted abruptly. They caught their collective breath. No one moved. Chris slowly eased all the way out fearing he’d damaged Mike. But the look on Manetti’s face showed how amorous he still felt, how much he wanted Chris back inside. Ben never left Mike’s ass. One of life’s greatest feelings for Manetti was having Ben’s full python buried deeply inside him. He nudged Ben until Ben fell onto his back pulling Manetti along with him. Then Manetti rocked on top of him, rising forward to impale himself in a squatting position. He bobbed in a wave of lust against his lover’s groin, sending waves of pleasure careening through both their bodies. He smiled lewdly at Chris, his hands parting his new lips, inviting the young man to come back in. Mike fingering his twat was an obscene gesture that excited the fuck out of Chris. He knelt like he was in church in front of the holy alter of Mike, as Mike reclined back spreading his legs, fall back onto Ben’s chest. Chris slipped in cautiously, but increasingly giving into his arousal, his desire to fuck Manetti as deeply and as hard as he could. Chris never imagined he could share in such a complicated arrangement, of boomeranging and ricocheting needs and lust-filled desires. He made out with Mike as his cock rocked inside the man, then found his brother’s face alongside Mike and satisfied his forbidden, incestuous appetite, discovering how deep within Mike he could fuck against his brother’s hard, massive cock. How could they know how good this would feel, how tangled their emotions would entwined, how bound together their souls would become? They united in the moment, tonight, tomorrow, for a lifetime. Manetti felt the brothers shudder together, felt how wet he suddenly was, leaking out both sides of his body as the brothers continued to quake. And somewhere within, sliding against his core, against his body’s tectonic plates, a quake overtook him too, pulled him over a vista and he could see how this could all work out. He shuddered in gratification of the corruption and purity of this comingling of brothers cumming within him at this moment. They gasped, all breathing unevenly, laid there motionless except for the rising and falling of their chests. Chris was the first to make a move, cascading them all to the side, all still holding each other for dear life. Had this even a chance of continuing? Just because it hadn’t been done before it still could be done. It’d be messy and complicated. They’d expect no understanding from others. Gee, didn’t that already sound all too familiar? Chris and Mike looked at each other with faces radiating satiation, Ben kissing the swirling hairs, the soft opera of Manetti’s neck. They lay quietly for a long time. Then Mike exploded. “Alright, you fucking perverts,” he roared between them, snapping into drill sergeant mode. He quickly and rudely untangled their cocks from his body. Rising off the bed, he grabbed the grease. “Prior brothers!” he barked. “Edge of bed with your asses in the air! Now!” He greased both his hands greedily. “It’s time you boys ride the Manetti Chariot!” He smacked both their asses hard. They responded, excitedly bounding to their knees, aligning next to each other on all fours, pulling and playing with each other’s floppy cocks like naughty schoolboys, while Mike lined up his fingers against their holes. Ben draped his arm over Chris’ shoulder and Chris draped his arm over his big brother’s. “And don’t expect me to take it easy on either one of you sick fucks,” Manetti growled, plunging deep inside their cavities.

I was on vacation in Phoenix. I stopped by a well known men’s club. I went into the sling room. I was there for over two hours taking cock after cock with the condition that every body finish in my mouth. I honestly lost count after 20 loads. Was more than likely close to 30 swallowed. I did a repeat performance the next day. So, between 50&60 loads in 2 days. I was a happy cum pig for sure.

.....While we had started off trying to be quiet, it had ended up a rather loud verbal fuck. As my focus shifted from Chis I realized several guys were standing around us watching us. None were wearing any towels, and each guy was stroking his hard cock. Chris, moved to a sitting position, still trying to catch his breath after the fuck. As he leaned his back against the wall he looked at me and then at the men. "So, my little bro here just took his first raw load, who wants to be his second?" I was stunned, and lowered my legs, closing off access to my freshly fucked hole and looked up at Chris. His blue eyes were no longer friendly or seductive, inviting me on an adventure with him. They were now a dark icy blue. "Spread your legs bitch" he ordered. I hesitated a bit too long and he slapped me across the face and reached down, and grabbing my ankle forcibly lifting my left leg, while Zach whispered encouragement into my ear "come on, you know you want it.... you just took your first load, you cant stop there".... "You know you want more" and lifted my right knee up to my chest. I looked back at Chris. Fuck I was going to realize both of my fantasies in one night - my nice older brother who seduced me into sex and taught me to be a better bottom had in an instant turned into the sadistic older brother whoring me out to his friends...or in this case, most likely total strangers. For the next hour or so I worked my way seemingly though all of the ethic neighborhoods of Chicago. First a silent blond uncut Slav. He was probably 6'2 or 3, and easily 220 lbs of solid muscle, blond - but with a flatter face with a wide flat nose, not the thin Nordic look from back home, he had a wide strong flat hairless chest and in fact was smooth all the way down to a tangle of dark blonde pubes surrounding a big fat uncut cock. Even hard he had about 1/2 inch of skin covering a massive mushroom head, which he shoved raw into my ass without much ceremony, giving a contented sigh as he filled my ass. "Sweet" he muttered, and proceeded to pump away, keeping his eyes almost closed, his hands wrapped around my ankles which he held high in the air spreading my legs wide, fucking in deep, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving in deep so I could feel his pubes against my ass. Part way through the fuck he pulled all the way out, pulled the skin back reveling his purple head and plunged back into me. While he was fucking me Zach was whispering in my ear, asking how it felt, how I liked taking my second raw dick, knowing I was going to get another load of cum filling my ass......... The Slav was fucking faster now, and soon let out another grunt, opened his eyes a bit wider so that he was looking me in the eyes, "yea. take it, take this fucking load" his thrusts which had been keeping up a steady - if increasingly faster rhythm, grew jerky and and I could feel his cock grow bigger, as he made one, two, three final hard thrusts into me "here's my load" He stayed in me for a moment his hips still, pressed deeply against my ass, as I felt his cock flex, inside me, pumping out its' final spurts of cum. His eyes had closed again while he was coming, they opened slowly as he pulled out, but I could not tell what he was thinking. As he pulled out, Zach pulled him over, and getting on all fours looked up at him and said, 'let me clean that off for you" the Slav let him take his cock into his moth while Zack moaned, I knew he was tasting not only the Slavs cum, but surely Chris's cum too which I am sure was partly trapped under the Slav's foreskin. While Zach was cleaning off the Slav's cock with his mouth, a skinny black guy naked except for a dew rag over his hair shoved his big coal black cut cock into my ass "sweet baby, you do have a fine white pussy"..."ya - take my nigga cock. ....you know you want it ....you fucking white whore".... "all you white boys want it and you are going to get it". He was probably only 19 or 20. 5'8, 'maybe' 5'9 with a tight lean build with a tiny 27' waist which made his cock look even bigger. He looked the type that probably wore his jeans baggy with no belt showing off his ass in tight boxer briefs. Like the Slav he was also fairly smooth, but his short tightly curled pubes felt differently against my ass, and it was hot to get a glimpse of his pits, filled with the same short tightly curled black hair that surrounded his cock. His 'hot' racial talk was not exactly a turn on for me... although he was my first black cock, which was, I hated to admit a turn on, I always thought I was too PC for getting turned on just by getting fucked by a black guy... but then hell, up until an hour or so I was too PC to even have let I guy I was dating fuck me without a condom, much less let a line of guys I had never met before, so I let his racial talk flow over me. But what really turned me on was that the guy REALLY did know how to FUCK!. He was almost as as good as Chris, maybe his technique was even better, Chris had just been a hotter fuck because of my whole brother fantasy. And sure the size of the black cock helped... but I had had a really boring fuck once from a guy with a dick just as big, but this kid really knew how to use it.... it was a good hard fuck. He fucked me for a good 15 minuets without letting up, changing his tempo, fast, then slow, sometimes he would pump just the head of his cock in and out of my ass lips, then just as I was getting used to that, he would slam the full length all the way into me, causing me to let out a moan and my cock to twitch, "you like that white boy? you like my big raw nigga dick in that white faggot pussy" he seemed content to fuck me, and keep up the racial patter one sided, then he pulled out and didn't come back into me again "So faggot I asked you a question. Do you like it?" ..... I didn't answer fast enough "I asked a question faggot" "Yes", "Yes What? faggot" "I want your cock", "ya boy?" How do you want it?...Tell me faggot, what kind of cock do ou want". Now as I mentioned I was a good PC liberal guy and had actually never used the word before. but now I said it with full meaning, afraid if I didn't say it, and make it sound like I believed it, he really would walk away without giving me his load " Fuck me... please,,, Fuck me ...raw ....." I took a breath ...."with that monster raw nigger cock of yours ....breed my white faggot ass.... please...." "you got it bitch" and he slammed in hard. One second my ass had been empty, the next second I had all 8-1/2" of fat raw niger dick in my ass. He fuck hard and fast for another minute before announcing loudly enough for all of the guys around us "Here cums a nice big raw load of niga cum for your sloppy cunt you fucking little white faggot slut" his dark brown eyes were staring right into me as he shot his load, and I wondered if the racial 'play' might not have been 'play' for him.... maybe he got off on breeding white guys. (I would find out later that he did, and with good reason, considering what a group of white poz tops had done to him one night a year before, but I didn't know that then, it would be another year before I learned that story... and by that time I had grown enough to enjoy the session he and his friends would give me), And right then I didn't really have too much time to think about it as he pulled his dick out of my ass without much ceremony and shoved it into Zachs mouth to have 'the pretty little white cocksucker clean off his niga cock" An Asian guy was sliding his dick into me. he was probably in his mid thirties average height and average build but his cock was anything but average, it was really skinny, - I mean really skinny with just a small tapered head at the tip, but it was at the tip of the longest cock I had ever seen, It was even longer than the black kids or Chris's, so long that he hit spots that had never been reached inside of me before. (So much for all Asians having small cocks) and he was I was sure, shoving my first three loads of cum even deeper into my guts. While I was taking his cock I looked to my right and saw that Zack, still on all fours, was taking a dick up his ass while now sucking off another guy. Looking to my left I saw Chris, his dick was hard again and he leaned over to kiss me and then whispered in my ear "It is turning me on so fucking much watching you become a total bareback cum whore" I reached over to grab his cock but he took my hand away and told me "don't worry, you will get to feel it again, I am really looking forward to feeling how sloppy your hole is going to be next time I fuck it" when the Asian guy came, I couldn't really feel it - but I knew it from how his hips jerked into me and then stopped as me muttered under his breath. His eye had been closed the whole time he was fucking me and he only glanced at me briefly as he pulled out and moved over, both to have Zach clean it off as well as make way for the next guy was was very eager to get into me. He was a stereotypical college frat boy, 5'11", maybe 6' sold jock body from working out (he looked like he had at least one letter jacket in the closet back home) with short dark hair with sideburns and just a bit of hair across his chest. He clearly thought he was gods gift to women, and that a mere faggot like me was lucky to have him fuck me (although later, on other nights, when it took him a few more drinks than normal to get up the courage to come to the baths I would see him close to passed out being passed around taking more raw dicks up his ass than I did that 1st night, but again I am getting ahead of myself) .... 'take my cock you fucking faggot cunt, faggot ,,,, ya I'm going to breed your fagot pussy' I felt sorry for the women I am sure he fucked after a frat party, - he was a lousy fuck, his only saving grace was he did have a nice sized cock, and he was so turned on that I didn't have to listen to too many more variations of "ya fag take my jock cock up your sweet faggot pussy"... "fuck you're a sweeter fuck than my girlfriend"....."ya,... you really know how to service a real man don't you faggot" before he shot his load into me and pulled out. Next was an Italian Daddy..... easily mid 50's but decent build, dark olive skin with thick fur across his chest and a trail down to a thick bush, he had a gold chain around his neck with some religious medal on it, a wedding ring on his finger, only a bit of a paunch, with a nice cock. Most importantly he was as an experienced fuck as the jock boy had been inexperienced... but then, he clearly had had many more years of experience. While I had been almost bored by the jocks fuck (well at least as bored as one can be taking ones 5th unprotected load ever, as part of ones first train run) the Daddy had clearly been turned on watching me take the kids fuck. He leaned down and started telling me how I was the same age as is son, and switched over to me being his son and how it was hot watching my best friend from college fuck me, and "now he was going to fill me up with the same cum that made me", how... "my ass was a sweeter fuck than your moms pussy" mixed in with frequent "ya take your daddy's dick"..."take your daddy's raw cock son". The father/son role play did nothing for me, it was even kind of a turn off, it just seemed a bit creepy....the only family 'play' that turned me on I was big brothers. And I had found my big brother and I had him, or had had him, and he was still right next to me and had just promised to fuck me again, and that was all that I wanted really. But suddenly I was getting turned on..... not by the Daddy/son role play...but because all that Daddy/son talk was turning HIM on..... every time he called me "son" every time he talked about his "raw daddies cock knocking up his boy" I could feel his cock throb and get harder.... and I was getting turned on by turning him on.... as I looked over I cold see Chris's cock was even harder than before, but every time some bottom came up and tried to suck his cock - or in anyway service him, he brushed them aside... he was watching me..... watching me submit to him by taking any cock he told me to take, And THAT I could tell was turning HIM on. It was a two for one. By submitting the the Dad's fantasy I was turning him on AND I was turning Chris on at the same time. All those years I thought I had been a good bottom, but now I was truly discovering what it meant to be a good bottom... I needed to be the bottom that the TOP wanted/needed me to be.... it didn't mater what I wanted or liked.... I needed to fulfill THEIR fantasy, if they wanted me to beg for their 'nigger cum' I would, if I needed to pretend that the jock boy was the best fuck I had ever had, next time he fucked me I would. Chris and I locked eyes again, and the coldness was gone, it had been replaced instead with the most amazing look of hunger and wanting I had ever seen. I saw pre cum leaking out of his cockhead and I realized that my own cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. I turned back to the Daddy, "Fuck me Daddy" I moaned. "Oh ya...fuck me like you fuck mom"..... "Fill me with the same cum that made me".... "please, please fuck me daddy, fuck me"...."Knock me up"..."make your boy pregnant" The daddy leaned down and shoved his tongue in my mouth, which was kind of hot, he was the first guy in the train run who had kissed me, the rest had just used my ass, which was hot in its own way to just being used, but Daddy was as good a kisser as he was a fuck, and it added to the intensity of the role play. He thrust hard with his hips.... moaning into my mouth..... "Oh fuck ya Nick, take it"... "take your Daddy's cum Nick"....And boy did he give it to me. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as he shot load after load of cum in his ass, It was maybe one of the longer orgasm I had ever given a top.... I could only hope that one day he would actually be able to fuck his son, who I assumed was named Nick. Cause, Nick, if you are reading this, I can tell you, your Dad is one heck of an amazing fuck... you have no idea what you are missing After the Daddy pulled out, Zach went down to clean him off, and Chris rolled back on top of me, effectively ending the train run for now, while he started to fuck my mouth his his tongue I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles at the bottom of his ass cheeks, in hopes of pulling his cock back inside of me, I could feel the head right at my ass lips, teasing my hole, but instead of entering me, he whispered in my ear asking me if I wanted to come back to their room, "Fuck ya!!!" I said. Zach seemed to know what was going on and made short work of cleaning off the daddy's cock just as the guy that had been fucking him was loudly cumming in his ass. I had lost track of who or how many guys had fucked a load inot Zach while I was getting fucked, but I had the feeling that he had been keeping up with me.... not to mention that he had had a head start on taking loads earlier in the evening. Zach joined us as we walked to their room, this time Chris gave me my towel to wear, I was kind of disappointed that Zach seemed to be joining us, as I would have loved a one on one with Chris. ---- to be continued.