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Part 6. He stood there, staring at me, his eyes drawn to my trunks, eventually answering: "I've never done it before, wrestled I mean. And you are huge, I wouldn't stand a chance" "Remember what I told you about Pro Wrestling? A lot of it is acting or play. I'd be willing to show you the ropes" He considered that for a microsecond...."I'd love to". And for the next hour I summoned up my reserves of will power and showed this piece of innocent perfection the basics of grappling. Sure, that meant enduring the hardship of having him sat on my chest in a schoolboy pin, my face inches from what I was beginning to realise was a cute set of balls and neat little cock and another time where his slender little thighs were wrapped around my head squeezing for all their little worth but I endured it all. We treated ourselves to a couple of strong beers in our time-out which loosened Jakes tongue a little. "I can see that PA thing through your trunks" "Yeh?" "Yeh. does it hurt?" "Not me" I chuckled. "And what's the tattoo on your..erm..stomach?" "it's from a club I'm in" "looks like the bio-hazard symbol" "Yeh, that's right. You ready for a little more grappling, now you know the ropes?" "ummm, yeh. don't be so easy on me this time though" "You got it chief". I waited for him to down his beer, then put on my best Pro Wrestling announcer voice. "In the red corner, it's the Pr-Ed-ator, weighing in at 243lb and in the blue, it's Angel Jake, weighing in at..." I nudged him and he whispered in my ear "91lbs". What followed was like a bear playing with a kitten. We faced off and the mere act of putting my arms on his shoulders and allowing my weight to transfer to him saw him crumple under me. Careful not to crush him, I pinned the little fuck to the carpet under one thigh watching in pure pleasure as he struggled to free himself, allowing him to sit exhausted on my chest in his schoolboy pin effort. I feigned surprise and pretended I couldn't shift his weight, my efforts only shoving him further forward so that my face was pressing into his bulge allowing me to feel a hard little cock that I'd caught outline glimpses of already. All the while I was lifting my legs behind his upper body and with a quick lift of the chest he tipped back into the waiting 30'' jaws of my thighs which snapped shut around his torso. For a moment I got carried away and began to squeeze tightly as Jake panicked and his ribcage flexed but I remembered what I was playing with and quickly eased back, gently tossing him around in my thighs and eventually letting him drop with his arse resting on my semi soft cock. He lingered there for 30 seconds, teasing me it seemed, before we both rose to our feet. In our final "round" I had Jake on his back, sprawled below me and I couldn't resist squatting down over his chest my muscular arse hovering over his face. I lowered it further until his cute little face was nestling between my cheeks having taken care to ensure my trunks had ridden up into my ass crack. The kid was breathing in my aroma as I gently caressed his dick through the briefs. I felt him flinch at my touch but without protest. On my knees now, I was able to shift my position so that Jake got to feel the weight of my cock on his lips, still in the lycra and now semi hard. We continued like this for a few minutes, him nuzzling while I rubbed his sweet cock, before I shoved the briefs down his thighs, exposing a cute 3'' clitordick and tiny fury balls. At the same time I wrenched the trunks out of my crack and pulled them to one side so that Jake's nose was right in my hairy trench, lowering my ass to his face just as my mouth enclosed his tiny cock head. As I licked his nub his tongue began to feed on my trench, quickly getting into it and probing deeper, his concentration on my arse the only thing stopping him discharging his load. I wanted him to climb right in my manhole like a human dildo, shocked by how turned on I was with this little newbie and I began to push down harder on him and push my hole open further. The kid was really cleaning me out like a dirty pig pro but eventually we both got carried away, me pushing back too far and cutting off his air for a little too long, not recognising his panicky struggles and him blasting both balls into the back of my mouth (something I felt as they were both in my mouth along side his cocklet). As I swallowed that mini protein squirt I finally realised Jake's movements were now weak and his tongue had stopped excavating my manhole. I sprung off the dirty little fuck and hugged him to me as he came fully back to life. I kissed him, tasting my arse all over him as he told me how amazing it had been. I had to agree. "Now, can I see your PA?" he asked sweetly

Part 11 "Now? You all warmed up?" Mr. Kelly and Mr. Miller were talking to each other like when teachers talk to each other during class. They pretend we're not there and completely ignore us. What were they talking about? Mr. Miller answered Mr. Kelly. "You two have been playing all day. I'd say you're more than warmed up. The points are in the case in my bag." I was so lost. "Points? Are we playing a game or something? How many points do I have?" They all laughed. Even Justin. I thought he was on my side. "What's funny?" "Relax Jake. We'll explain. It's all about having as good a time as you can have. We want to do that for you. We want to make this first night so good and pleasurable that you never forget it. I know I'll always remember fucking you." The last part Mr. Miller whispered in my ear. I moaned a little hearing him say that. I realized then that I would do whatever it took to make this as fun as possible for all of us. I just didn't know what it was. But then Mr. Kelly, pulling out a case asked, "How do you feel about needles Jake?" "Needles? What? Wait...no I don't like needles. I don't think I want to do anything that involves needles." Mr. Miller pulled me in. "It's ok Jake. It's the same stuff you've been smoking so you already know what it is. It's just a little more fun and a little more intense this way. You trust us don't you?" His free hand was moving up the inside of my thigh. It would be hard to resist even if I was deathly afraid of needles. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed with the case and a belt. This was happening now and I was starting to get anxious. This felt like an escalation I definitely wasn't ready for. "Now we just need to tie this around your bicep so we can get the veins to stick out. Although looking at your arms I see your veins pretty well. We'll just do this to make sure." "Wait why do I have to go first?" "Well we have to do it on you but we all know how to do it to ourselves. You don't want us to do it to you while we're already high. Now that would be dangerous. We'll catch up quick. We're good at it." "So you do this all the time?" "Nah, but we know how to do it so it's not too hard." He was wrapping the belt around my bicep now. I was trying to control my breathing. Nerves. Mr. Kelly opened the case and then asked Mr. Miller "Which one is the beginner dose?" "Beginner dose? Jake-y doesn't need a beginner dose. I saw how he took those hits." Mr. Kelly shot Mr. Miller a look that I couldn't read but proceeded by taking a needle out. No one had called me Jake-y since my parents called me that as a child. I was just as vulnerable now in this moment as when I was a kid. "Uuuuhhh is it ok if I don't look?" Mr. Miller turned my face to him. "Just look at me. I can talk you through it and you don't have to look. Just get ready to feel better than you ever have before ok?" I nodded. "You're going to feel a cold swab. It's just the alcohol to keep things clean....Ok now a little prick. There you go. See? Not so bad. He's just pulling the needle out just a little. Oh yeah that's good Mike. And now he's pushing it all the way down. Now as soon as he takes off the belt I want you to raise that arm ok?" I nodded. I felt nothing. Justin started removing the belt and once he pulled it off, I raised my arm above my head. It hit me like a truck. I sat up to put my arm up but the shot threw me back down against the headboard and a huge coughing fit put me on my back in the bed. I could feel the warmth working into my entire body and the tingling I felt before was something else entirely now. All I could get out was an "Oh fuck" at first. I was writhing around a little. It felt like my body was trying to jump out of it self. I had lost all control and it was freaking me out. Once Mr. Kelly put everything down he laid down beside me and held me. I leaned into him. "You're good. This all just means it's working. You just wanna ride this out. Accept it into you and give in to it." He was rubbing my chest but I was still moving around with no control. "Fuck how much did you put in there?" Mr. Miller didn't respond. He was giving himself a shot. He coughed twice and then said "Ooooohhh yeah. Fuck yes. That's good." He was in much better control than I was. I was still trying to ride the wave. It was like electricity coursing through me over and over. Eventually the fear started to subside and the high settled in. That's when I felt what they wanted me to feel. The high that is impossible to describe. A high that feels good but a high that makes you hungrier. I could feel it. The room that opened with a couple hits...the walls were just torn down. I caught a glimpse of the screen and it looked like only the bottom and one of the tops was left. "I'm about to cum" the top said. "Breed me" the bottom yelled. "Breed me" I shouted out in the room. All the men responded and Mr. Kelly turned my face to him. "That's right son. Feels good doesn't it? This is going to be the best night of your life." "Fuck dad. Yeah this feels so good. Fuck me dad. I need you inside me. I want your cum in me." Mr. Miller was standing at the foot of the bed listening and stroking his long cock. "Fuck yeah Jake-y." He let go of his cock and put both hands on my ankles slowly moving them up. My legs were still jerky but he had full control. He maintained eye contact as he got closer. "I've been waiting to get inside you for so long. Are you ready for this 10 inch cock to fuck you raw?" I just moaned. Even making words was hard. It felt like only the filthiest shit was coming out of my mouth. So when I was able to speak when he touched my ass with his big hands I said, "Mr. Miller I wanna feel you shoot your hot cum inside me. I need that huge cock." "Do you want me to use a condom Jake?" I shook my head. "Tell me Jake. I need to hear it. Do you want me to use a condom." "Fuck no Mr. Miller. Fuck me raw. I need my history teacher to fuck me bare." "Guess that slam worked." I almost forgot Justin was in the room. I looked over at him. He was stroking his thick cock and was holding what looked like my phone. I could have sworn that was my case but it didn't occur to me to ask about it. Mr. Miller was about to lay his body on top of mine. I felt his weight press against me. My body was still ringing from the shot and it felt more intense with another body on top of me. I pushed my body up trying to press even harder into Mr. Miller our cocks rubbing against each other. It was then that I realized how much of that tingling was centered in my cock and hole. I was so sensitive that Mr. Miller's body was getting me wild. "This is so wrong." I managed to say between moans. "You shouldnt be doing this. Getting one of your students high and then fucking him." "Yeah? You think what I'm doing is fucked up? Fucking one of my students after I got him an adult sized slam?" I nodded as we looked each other in the eyes. "Youre fucking right. This is so fucked up. That's why you want it so bad isnt it? Because it is so wrong.This is what you want isnt it? Sex that is this [banned word]? Is that in your darkest fantasies? [banned word] fucking?" He said those last words in a whisper right into my ear. I just moaned. The high changed me. Or it was bringing the real me out. This should have scared me but I was too high to care. "Yeah Mr. Miller. I want you. Fuck me," He lifted himself off me and shifted down between my legs. He lifted my ass and spread my cheeks apart. "You shave your hole boy?" I shook my head. "Aw fuck. Naturally smooth hole. I need to taste this." His tongue probed my hole and I felt the scratchiness of his 5 oclock shadow brush against me. I moaned loud and Mr. Kelly who was on the bed the entire time stifled my moan with a kiss. We were making out like animals again. My high just making me give in to my basest desires. "Fuck dad this is so hot. I love you dad." Even with how high I was I did pause not believing what I had said. Mr. Kelly smiled. "I love you too son. Youll always be my boy." We kissed even harder as Mr. Miller tongue fucked me. Then I felt Mr. Miller lift my legs and place them onto his shoulders. Mr. Kelly broke our kiss and we both looked at Mr. Miller. "You ready for this Jake? I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of this raw cock. He placed the head of his cock at my hole and rubbed his leaking precum on it teasing me. I could feel some soreness from being fucked by Mr. Kelly twice already today but it didnt matter. I wanted this and whatever else was waiting for me tonight. Looking into my eyes he pushed the head in and pushed another inch into me. "Oh fuck you're tight. Holy fuck. How are you still so tight after you had that in you?" Mr. Kelly laughed. He was stroking his thick cock as if to remind me what Mr. Miller was talking about. "Wait til he clenches his hole on you. It will make you work so hard not to cum." With that reminder I tried to tighten my hole around Mr. Miller's cockhead. "Fuck! Oh my g--" Mr. Miller liked it. I did it once more and that changed the look on his face into something that almost looked more sinister. "Beautiful smooth tight boy. I'm gonna take this slow so our first time together will last but dont worry Jake. I am going to flood your insides with my load." He pushed in deeper. He was big. "I'm about halfway in. How does that feel?" Halfway in? At this rate his cock would puncture a lung. But it felt good pushing into me. The pressure was what I was missing since Mr. Kelly pulled out of me a few hours before. "Youre so big Mr. Miller." "I'm not as thick as Mr. Kelly over here but I'm longer." As he slowly pushed the rest of his cock in he looked at me feeling the pain and the pleasure of his big cock. "How does it feel knowing that your history teacher is the first guy to touch you so deep inside with his raw cock. Oh fuck I love making you roll your eyes to the back of your head....Fuck youre so tight and warm." I was just moaning. He was so deep and it was like he had hit a second spot that Mr. Kelly didnt reach. To hit that spot while I was so high I was still feeling that warmth running through me made me writhe under him uncontrollably. "Yeah boy. Fuck thats good." He kept the strokes slow always pulling out until just his head was inside me and all the way until his balls were pressed against my ass. When he pulled out I could feel the emptiness I felt before. When he pushed in I could feel him stretching me again. But I wanted more. I brought my hands to his ass and tried to pull him in more. "You like that?" he asked looking me in the eyes. "Hold it there." He pushed fully in and held it. Then I felt him flex his cock in my hole and I moaned loud pushing up to kiss him. I squeezed my hole around his cock now so deep in me and he moaned into my mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. I squeezed as hard as I could and his moan in my mouth was a word. "fuuuuuck." Then I felt that flex again but I knew this time he was shooting his cum deep in me. He flexed multiple times and I could feel his body against me shaking. It was a different spasm from Mr Kelly cumming into me. With the high I was still feeling really intensely somehow I felt like I could feel that cum shooting into me. I kept a hold on his ass so he wouldn't pull out. "I think I felt your cum shooting in me." "I shoot loads hard. I can cum really far so I bet you felt my cum like a bullet inside you. I wanted for this to last but I wanted that tight smooth hole for so long and finally feeling my raw cock so deep in your teen body--it was too much to hold back." "Fuck that's so hot. I'm glad you didn't hold back." Just hearing that made me ready to get fucked again. The electricity of the slam was still running through me. That's when I heard Justin. "That was so fucking hot. Is it my turn yet?"

I always thought of myself as bisexual since I had been fooling around with men since I was a teenager. I had gotten my cock sucked by older men who liked twinks and I had sucked cock in turn. I had topped older men and had my ass played with and toyed and even fucked a couple times but hadn’t really gotten into that too much. I had been to bookstores and theaters and played there but nothing really changed. That is, until I was in my late 20s and went to my first hotel party. I had seen an ad on an online message board (this was the 90s) about a hotel party only a few miles from my house. The guy hosting wanted $20 a person to cover the cost of the room and asked that everyone either get naked or strip down to just a jockstrap on arrival. I figured what the hell and I emailed the guy, got the date and time and a number to call for the room number that afternoon. It was a few days away and as horny as I was, I wanted to be primed for the party, so I didn’t jerk off or fool around, even with the girl I was seeing at the time. The day of, I went back and forth about cleaning myself out. I still wasn’t really into getting fucked, but I liked to be fingered sometimes so I figured I should. Spent some time and cleaned out real good then showered and threw on a pair of track shorts and a tshirt and sneakers for the short ride over. I arrived and parked and locked everything but my keys, a fresh bottle of poppers and a couple condoms in the glove compartment. Stuck those in my pocket and walked up to the room. I heard some music, not too loud, from inside and knocked. The door was opened by an average looking black man who was the guy hosting. He asked my name and crossed me off a little list, collected my $20 and stepped back to let me in. There were 5 or 6 guys already there, some white, some black, and one Asian guy. Everyone was naked except the Asian guy, who was in a jock. They were all just sitting around and talking and I stripped down and put my stuff, except the poppers, on the closet shelf, and joined the party. At 5’9” and 135 lbs and fairly smooth, I was still pretty much a twink, so the guys all gave me the once over with their eyes. They were all nice enough, and no one was ugly or anything, but none of them really did it for me, so I figured I’d wind up getting a blowjob or something and going home. When the play didn’t start after 20 minutes or so, I decided to slip into the jacuzzi tub on the one side of the room to relax a little. That’s where I was, enjoying the hot water and the jets, when there was another knock on the door and an absolute Adonis of a black man came into the party. He had to be 6’2” and when he stripped down, he was built and looked like he was chiseled from stone. His cock had to be 7” long soft and as thick as mine was when it was fully hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He circulated for a few minutes talking to the other guys but kept glancing over at me and I still couldn’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know what came over me, it was starting to get embarrassing. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. As I was hanging the towel on the closet door to dry, he walked over to me. I turned to face him and he stood right in front of me, maybe 6 inches away. I looked up at him and he didn’t speak, just stared into my eyes for a minute. I think I actually gulped. He put his hand on the back of my neck and head and gently pushed me down saying, “White bitches belong on their knees.” I didn’t resist him at all and when I was on my knees, he told me to kiss his cock. I kissed the head and up and down the shaft while he guided my head where he wanted it. When I got back to the head, he told me to “open my sissy cocksucking mouth” and as I did, he slid his now 9” hard cock onto my mouth. He guided my head up and down on his shaft, not quite facefucking me, but definitely in control. When I was able to get past the first 6 inches he said, “that’s a good bitch, show me what a good little faggot you are and try to take it all.” I did my best, but couldn’t get it all. He seemed pleased with my attempts, though, and moaned every time he heard me gag on his big cock. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face with it a couple times and told me to worship his black balls with my mouth. I licked them and gently sucked on them and buried my face in them, breathing in his manly smell. He kept a grip on the back of my head, still guiding me where he wanted me. Then he pushed me lower and lifted one foot up on the edge of the tub, saying, “get that tongue to work on my black ass, bitch. Eat it like it’s your last meal.” I kissed it and licked it and tried to stick my tongue in it, all while listening to him tell me what a good little faggot I was. Every time he called me a sissy or a bitch or a faggot, my hard dick would twitch with excitement and I didn’t know why. I had never acted like this and no one had ever treated me like this. He put his foot down and slipped his cock back in my mouth and started his gentle facefucking again, pushing in just enough to hear me gag a little. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out and after smacking my face with his cock 2 or 3 times, he tilted my head up to look at him and said, “Get on the bed, on your back, and show me your pretty pink pussy.” I didn’t even think to stand up. I crawled to the bed and up onto it, turned onto my back and pulled my legs back showing him my hole. He stood where he was just stroking his big cock and looking at me. It was probably only about 2 minutes, but felt like an hour. He walked over, still stroking his cock, and he grabbed a bottle of lube someone had put on the nightstand. He poured some on my hole and began to rub it in with 2 fingers. He poured some on his cock and stroked it up and down while still rubbing my now opening hole with his fingers. I knew what was about to happen and I didn’t even think to ask him to wear a condom. It just seemed wrong to cover that beautiful cock. He saw the poppers in my hand and told me to take a big hit, so I did. He started rubbing the head of his big black cock up and down my crack saying, “That’s it, baby. You ready for me to make you my bitch?” and when he saw the poppers hit me, he pushed the head in and stopped. I sucked in my breath but as I started to adjust to him, I was able to breathe again. He looked right in my eyes and started pushing the rest of his cock in me. As he hit bottom, my eyes rolled up in my head. He stopped, completely inside me and said, “You like that, don’t you faggot? You like my big black cock buried in your white pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Ask me nicely.” I had moaned yes’s to the questions but when he told me to ask, I froze for a second and all of sudden I saw the whole room watching, 6 or 7 guys all jerking off watching me get barebacked by this black man and his beautiful big cock. I swallowed and looked back at him and said, “Please fuck me. Please fuck my white pussy and make me your bitch.” He told me to take another big hit of the poppers and I did and when it hit me, he started fucking me. He didn’t pound me, though. It was almost like he was making love to me. Long even strokes, in and out, making me feel every inch. He swiveled his hips around, hitting all kinds of spots I didn’t know existed, making me moan like a bitch in heat. He kept talking to me as he fucked me, telling me what a good little white slut I was, how he loved white faggot pussy, “that’s it, bitch, moan for me.” Every couple minutes, he would tell me to take another hit of the poppers and I would moan even louder when they hit. After about 10 minutes, he started to pick up the pace and his strokes got more forceful. I had let go of my legs and they were wrapped around him with my heels pulling on his ass cheeks as he fucked me. He made me take another really big hit and as I did, he told me he was going to breed my little faggot pussy and if I managed to cum with him, he wouldn’t make me fuck every cock in the room to entertain him. I hadn’t touched myself yet because I knew if I did, I would erupt. I watched him and when he made one last slam and came in me with an animal grunt, I could actually feel his cum inside me. I grabbed my cock and with 2 strokes, I came. I came so hard, I came in my own face, on my forehead, my cheek, and in my mouth. When he finished shaking from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and saw me plastered with my own cum. He told me what a good bitch I was. He told me to get down and clean his cock off and as he pulled out of me, I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. He backed away and told the rest of the room they were welcome to use my mouth, but my pussy was his. The other 2 black guys and 2 of the white guys surrounded me, still stroking and took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. One by one, they all came, some of it in my mouth and some on my face. When the last one had finished and walked away, I looked up and he was standing there with a towel. He wiped off my face and he pulled me to my feet. We walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on and got in with me. He washed me and had me wash him. I grabbed his cock and asked if I could have more, but he told me, “Not today, my little bitch, but soon.” He took my number after we got dressed and he told me he would be calling me soon and I needed to be ready for when he did. He told me to get myself some pretty panties because “white faggots should dress like the sissy bitches they are.” I got the panties and a few other things he liked and for the next 2 years, I was his. I still dated women and lived my life, but when he called, I put on my panties and went to be his white faggot sissy bitch wherever he told me to meet him. He shared me with a few of his friends sometimes, but mostly it was just us and I was his bitch. He moved away eventually. I miss him.

I picked up the pace, my PA and, indeed, whole bulbous cock head now breaching his inner ring on each thrust. Something in there was catching on my PA, driving me crazy with the feeling but also from the thought of what I was doing to him. My bicep snaked it's way around his slender neck, flexing as I revelled in my own power. "Gonna knock you up kid", I growled in his ear. His struggles were a delight. The little body squirming ineffectively under me. "no! no, you said you'd pull out" I humped down on him harder. My body beating the struggle from him. "nah, you said that". I squeezed harder as my balls began to evacuate my potent seed into his receptive guts. A big load, owing to lack of action during these strange, locked-down times which was now been forced into his body. He'd stopped struggling and I think his little cock had climaxed at some point. I lay there, holding him in place, willing my babies to feed off him, knowing he'd be trying to dump them as soon as I let him. ,,,,, Later, after he'd gone, I wondered whether he'd find his way to an STD clinic or GP or whether lockdown would increase my chances of converting him. Who knew? I went back to my weights putting my energy into keeping my big body toned and strong. I needed it for my work as a trainer and builder (furloughed from both for now) and also to snare the kind of hot twinks that I love though they were thin on the ground since the Covid-19 lockdown belatedly hit this great city. A little more about me: outside of the bedroom I'm in no way aggressive. I'm single, and easy going. I help out with youth groups and look after my neighbours in the small apartment block in which I live in central London. I play rugby, wrestle and swim for fun where my 6'2'' 240lb frame helps or hinders (depending on which I am doing). ..... Out on my little balcony later that afternoon, I heard my upstairs neighbour knocking around. "Jake, how you keeping?" I shouted up at him. "Yeh, ok, I guess, bored as heck though man. Not seen anyone in about a week". "Really? What about your folks?" "They are isolating, got symptoms and they can't risk giving it to me." "Oh, yeah, course. Sorry to hear that". Jake was in his late teens, maybe early 20s. A fragile kid though, immune system issues. The apartment was bought for him and I'd never known him go out to work since he had moved in a year ago. he never went out much at all, to be honest. "Anything I can do to help?" "Been hoping you would say that...actually I've been looking out for you, everyone else seems to have left the city!". There were six apartments in total in our little block and they were indeed unusually quiet. "What can I do for you?" "Would you be able to get me some supplies? I'm out of bread, milk and pizza, and I need my meds picking up from the chemist before the bank holiday". "Sure thing. I was going to the shop before the Easter break anyway. I'll come up and get your list now" Up one flight of stairs and Jake was waiting, door open, list in hand. At 5'5'' he probably didn't weigh 100lbs wet through. A cute little face under dirty blond hair but not really my type, at least I'd never thought of him that way. "The chemist shuts at 6pm. I'm so glad you can get this for me" he said, handing over a prescription and a short shopping list. His eyes seemed to linger on my groin, not unusual for me when I'm in my running shorts which ride fairly high but I brushed it off and headed out on my errands. ..... I spent a while in the supermarket at one point almost picking up a hot young soccer player but his straight mates got too close and he scarpered but with my phone number shoved in his shorts. I was still horny at the checkout when I remembered the chemist. "Fuck! They'd be long closed by now". I checked anyway but they'd locked up for the break so I made my way back to Jake. He invited me in but asked me to sit at the other end of the sofa and I explained what had happened. The meds really seemed to throw him, so I offered to do my best to get him some over the weekend and to be on call 24/7 in case something happened and he seemed to calm down. I gave him a beer from my shopping bag which initially he refused as he'd not supposed to drink and we watched some TV together. WWE wrestling seemed to be his favourite so we watched that together. I began to tell him how wrestling really worked, both pro and freestyle and he was clearly psyched that I actually did this sport which he loved to watch for fun. "Have you been on TV?" "No man, but there's a few vids of me wrestling kicking about on Youtube and the like". In the end, I could only find one video on a non-porn site but we watched it with Jake eagerly questioning me. About then my phone bleeped: Soccer boy from the supermarket. He wanted to play. I made my excuses with Jake, made sure he had my number and promised to check in on him first thing tomorrow. ..... Not five minutes later I was buzzing soccer-boy up to my door. I had him strip to his briefs in my bedroom, admiring his toned body and little cock bulge. Then he undressed me, pulling my running singlet over my head and easing my running shorts down over my thighs. His eyes caught on my biohaz tat, lurking above my cock and lit up at the sight of my heavy PA and hardening cock. I let him lick for a minute or two before shoving my length down his throat after laying him on his back on my bed. I love mounting a twinks head and throat like this but I was really craving his shapely little arse so after five minutes I had him come up for air and flipped him onto his front, exposing that peachy, wrinkled hole. My fingers slipped inside, telling me he was no novice though he was still very tight and I slapped his pucker with my PA several times, teasing him and dripping my pre over him. With that it was time to push forward and open him up... "Wait! You need to rubber up!" he was handing me a jonny that had been in his shorts. "Really?" Not been one of my usual online hookups, we hadn't discussed this. "Just the tip...to get you open". I pushed harder, the edge of my PA disappearing in him but his hole resisting me hard. "No man. I've seen your tat. I'm not on prep". My cock swelled at this news. "No condom, no fuck". I smiled. "ok, ok", grabbing the rubber off him and rolling it over half my shaft, it was tight as fuck. A quick wad of spit, for my benefit, and I was plunging into his mostly dry hole. Between his legs, pushing them wide apart while I worked my full length in. "fuck....fuck...fuck, you are hurting me" he whimpered, getting louder. I thought of Jake upstairs, not wanting to alarm my little buddy and pulled out of my new fuck toy. "got any lube man?" he asked, taking in my still rubbered cock. "nothing proper" I lied "but we could try this". I reached for the vaseline. "Sure, ok". I got him to lie on his back and push open his hole as i put a few thick gloops inside him before wiping my fingers clean on his chest and placing my cock in his entrance. Sliding back in, I could see he was in relative heaven and in no time I was balls deep. His little hands were grasping around my cock base, amazed at how wide I was but checking for the precious, life saving condom. I did him a 'favour' and pulled out, stretching the rubber so that it went right down to the base and he kept it pinned there as I plunged back in, now reassured it wasn't unrolling inside him. His own stretching and the vaseline made it inevitable and with one hard thrust i felt the rubber break. "mmmm....I'm through your inner cunt now", I reassured him, placing my musky armpit over his cute face to give him too much to think about as I could feel my beast literally shredding his velvety insides. I held on as long as I could, listening to him moan, thinking of Jake upstairs but now not because of the disturbance but because of his cute skinny body. It was all too much and my cock began to flex, depositing my dirty seed so deep inside this fertile twink that I knew he wouldn't feel it or be able to push it out in a hurry. With that, I ripped my cock out of him and pulled off the shreds of rubber from it before sitting astride his chest, pinning him to the bed as he tonged my cock and balls clean of his own ass juices while he jerked his cock juices up my back unaware of my DNA seeping into him

I made three videos with FTM partners. They are on [think before following links] https://transmaleerotica.com/main.html and I believe are now free. I loved doing them. Two of the guys let me use all three holes. Terrific sex.

Sorry, but this is a bunch of naive BS. "All lives matter" is a cop-out. Of course they SHOULD; the problem is that in America, white lives have ALWAYS mattered and black, brown, yellow and red ones have not. Of course [people of] every race should be treated with respect. But people of one race have been treated with respect from the beginning, even if that treatment was frequently coerced at the end of a gun or knife or other weapon. People of other races have been treated with disrespect for that same length of time, whether it's 250 years of slavery, 100 years of Jim Crow, the Trail of Tears, the Chinese Exclusion Act, the Japanese internment in concentration camps, or the mass incarceration of African Americans that began under Nixon's demands for law and order. "All lives matter" glosses over and ignores 400 years of mistreatment and expects everyone to just immediately assume everything's fine and dandy. It's not. And as long as people ignore the past, it never will be. You will never "abolish" hate and fear. To abolish means to FORMALLY put an end to some practice, and you can't legislate emotions. You can hope (again, perhaps naively) to eliminate hate and fear, and that's a noble goal, but fear is hard-wired into the brain; it's a reaction developed millions of years ago by our primitive ancestors helping us survive by fleeing perceived dangers. The problem isn't that we fear, but that some people, power-hungry would-be despots like Trump especially, thrive by stoking fear among their supporters. That fear is channeled at "others" - those with less or no power, who can be scapegoated as the supposed cause of the fear stoked in those people. And sadly, the historical record is exactly contrary to your point: it DOES work, it doesn't "always fail". Maybe, in the long run, it's unsustainable, but from the perspective of the despot, in the long run, he's dead anyway. And lastly, that line - "Anyone thinks I'm speaking out of line, please keep it to yourself" - really? So you think YOU are privileged enough to express your opinion here, but nobody can come along and challenge you? Mary please.

I am in my early 20s and my partner is in his 30s. we live in a big city & have been together for awhile now. I have really been into being pozzed by him for quite awhile. my partner has been undetectable for years now and we know the only way that could happen is that he would have to go off his medication in order for his viral load to go high enough to convert me. has anybody ever done this before? do you have any advice? what was the process like for you? all discussion is welcome 😈☣️

1. Jimmy landed in Los Angeles on a Monday at 1:00pm. His parents had insisted that he stay through Sunday so he could go to church and see his grandparents. It meant he had to wake up at 4:00am to get to the airport in time. It wasn't that bad; he had worked the past two summers at his uncle's farm, and he was used to waking up unpleasantly early. He touched his front pocket again. There was a wad of cash; it was his savings from the summer jobs, plus a small amount of money from his grandparents. If he was careful, it was just enough for a deposit on a small apartment and a few month's worth of living expenses. He had dreamed of moving to LA since he was in middle school and decided that he wanted to be an actor. He was glad the flight landed early; he collected a large backpack and duffle bag, and then got an uber to an AirBnB in Silver Lake. He was surprised that it only took thirty minutes to get there; he believed that it took hours to get anywhere in LA. He found the key to the small building in the back yard; it was a spartan studio, but it was a place to leave his bags. He looked at his phone. It was 2:30, and he had an appointment to see a studio apartment nearby at 3:00. He washed his face, and headed out into the September sun. He reached the building just in time. The building was old, but the neighborhood was nice, with a cafe and a few nice restaurants. He was hungry, but remembered he had to be careful with money. He knocked on the superintendent's door. "Coming," the voice said, gruff, manly, and already annoyed. "Yes?" the man said, as he opened the door. Jimmy was momentarily silent. The man towered above Jimmy. He was wearing a tank top which made it clear his massive bulk was all muscle. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants. Jimmy tried not to stare at the massive boner he could see through the fabric. "Uh," Jimmy stammered. "I'm Jimmy. I'm here about the studio?" "Oh yeah. Give me a second." He disappeared back into the dark apartment, then emerged a few seconds later. "Come on," he said, and guided Jimmy to the back of the complex, and up the stairs. The apartment was on the far side, on the second floor. It was a little larger than the AirBnB. "Here it is," the guy said. "$850 a month, with utilities." Jimmy found it hard to concentrate. He wanted to stare at the superintendent, but forced himself to look at the small kitchen. There was a stove and oven, and a tiny fridge. He turned around; the super was rubbing his crotch. "You have nice lips," he said. "I bet we can work out a discount on the rent." Back in Nebraska, Jimmy had sucked off the quarterback several times a week. Jimmy knew what to do, and knelt down in front of the super. He pulled down the older man's sweat pants, and a massive nine inch cock fell out. "I love a boy who knows what to do," the super moaned, as Jimmy took the head of the man's cock in his mouth. "Oh fuck," the super moaned as Jimmy worked his way down the super's shaft. The superintendent had the biggest cock Jimmy had ever touched, but Jimmy didn't let that stop him. He worked his way down, feeling the dickhead press against the back of his throat. "Take it, faggot," the super said, grabbing the back of Jimmy's head and forcing him to swallow more of his thick cock. Jimmy was struggling as the man's thick cock slid down his throat. It was hard, because the superintendent had grabbed the back of Jimmy's head and was holding him down. The bigger man held Jimmy in place, even as he struggled not to gag. "I said take it, faggot," he said, ignoring Jimmy's obvious discomfort. "Please," Jimmy grunted, as he tried to gasp for air. "That gets me off," the man said, shoving his cock back into Jimmy's throat. "Fuck that feels good," he continued, forcefully pounding the young man's throat. "Oh fuck," he grunted. At least it didn't last that long; it was only a few minutes before Jimmy felt his cock stiffen and the superintendent's balls tighten. "Try not to drown," he said, before his cock exploded. It was not an idle warning; the man's orgasm was intense and large. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of his dick, and directly into Jimmy's stomach. "Not bad," the super said, pulling his softening cock from Jimmy's mouth, and wiping it off on the stubble on Jimmy's cheek. "$700 a month," he said. "You want it?" Jimmy was still on his knees, not even sure what just happened. "Uh, yeah, I guess." It was less than he had expected, and giving an occasional blow job seemed worth it. "Good. Come by at three tomorrow, and we'll do the paperwork."

Part 2 – Pipe Dreams Hey... so it has definitely been a while and I’m sorry about that. After posting I swear I originally intended to write more. Then work got crazy. Then it quieted down and I went, “Oh man what if it’s been too long? Wouldn’t it be weird randomly adding more to this after like three months?” So I had like a quarter of this part done but then I stopped in an awkward, self-conscious spinout. But then I got put on leave because of, well, you know what’s going on right now. Which... brings us here! Anyway, I hope at least even just one person enjoys this. I’m actually really nervous about posting this because I think this is where my writing and how I want to write this formally deviates from the typical structure of story here (see warning section below) and I know straight up that it won’t be kosher for a lot of people. So I’m definitely pre-shook but fuck it. If it sucks and everyone hates it so be it LOL. Okay—I promise I’m done. Enjoy! Maybe! And thank you to anyone who deigns to leave constructive feedback, thank you! --- Writer’s warning: Feelings. Icky, disgusting feelings. If those are radioactive to you, or you’re just not about them when looking for a porn story, do not advance—there are plenty of great alternatives here that aren’t... this. --- Still caught in the afterglow, breathing hard and heavy, my skin buzzed and tingled as I rested below him. Staring up into his stare, his mouth slightly parted, eyes dark and narrowed, it was hard to tell exactly where his mind was. Electing to take a risk, I leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his fuzzy cheek. Sinking back into the mattress, I watched for any shifts in his expression. And while most of his expression remained unchanged, his mouth had curved ever so slightly. Lifting one of his big hands to my face, he brought the backside of his ring and middle fingers against my smooth cheek, brushing gently. “So cute,” he murmured. Meanwhile, still squeezed inside my hole, his cock had slowly begun to soften. And while still fairly snug, the combined grease of the lube and loads mixed inside me were starting to loosen its fit. And as my walls attempted to squeeze back into place I could feel him sliding out, just a few inches but enough for him to take notice. In response, his hips shifted, pushing his half-hard cock back into my battered prostate. Gasping as he gently churned the mixed loads, my mouth fell open. “You like?” he teased. Nodding happily as he continued to grind, I reached down, fiddling with my own cock with one hand as my other reached for my nipples to gently stroke the tips. “Good,” he growled, grating harder, all but mashing his pubes into my tender ring. “Definitely gonna do that again, but right now I want a puff. Join me?” Smiling faintly, I nodded again. “I’d like that.” Giving my ass one last hard slog for good measure, Chris pulled away. Exiting with an unceremonious ‘plop’, his half-hard cock flopped about, slapping my wet pucker with its heavy head. Wincing at the loss as it hit me, the compulsion to fill that wet, wanting space with something—anything—spread down my spine and settled in my guts as my ring flexed and relaxed, breathing open and shut in protest. Meanwhile, Chris had sat up, pulling me closer with one arm while his other reached for the pipe at the bedside table. But halfway up his body, head pillowed by his round tummy, my gaze was drawn elsewhere—pulled to his dick, which rested against his leg, where a viscous puddle was beginning to form on his inner thigh. Magnetized, I slid down the mattress. Face to face with his glossy cock, I licked my lips in anticipation, heart pounding as I scooted closer and inhaled the musky smell of cum, our mixed sweat, the faint smell of my ass, and lube mixing together into a perfect makeshift cologne. Smeared around his head and shaft, the ropes of cum had been squished and spread, coating him in a thick glaze. Needing a taste, I leaned forward as I heard the butane torch click to life, and wrapped my mouth around his head. While he smoked, I sucked, curling my tongue around every contour as I lapped hungrily at the pungent mix encasing him. Digging into the slit, cleaning away the mess we’d made, I slid down to the base so I could delve into every nook and cranny, feeling him harden as the torch fizzed in the background— Then I heard another click, followed by a soft thump on the bed. Digging under my armpit, one of his hands yanked me away from my task. Caught off guard, I sat stunned and mouth half-opened, wondering if I’d done something wrong, but then he crushed his fuzzy face against mine, exhaling a huge mouthful of smoke as he locked our mouths together. Cheeks expanding, I inhaled sharply, held in place by the hand on the back of my head. Shutting my eyes, I held the puff for a few seconds before giving it back to him, which he’d hold before shot-gunning it back to me. I couldn’t tell you how many times we passed it back and forth. What I do recall is getting dizzy—my head spinning as the tina hit and made my skin crawl. And when he finally pulled away my lungs gasped and coughed, gulping air greedily. “Good boy,” he murmured, settling in closer, holding the pipe just outside my mouth. “Now your turn,” he instructed. Obediently, I wrapped my lips around the tip as my fingers pinched the shaft. Then the torched clicked. Rolling the bowl slowly, the clouds began to billow, swirling into little wisps as they gathered into thick puffs. To test, I blew ever so gently, and when the wispy stands rose from the little vent I knew it was time to inhale. Beginning slowly, I could feel my chest rising and keep going. Within a few moments I knew I had already filled my lungs and could feel myself straining to hold in more but Chris kept the lighter burning. Glancing up at him, I began to pull away but he shook his head, his arm keeping me firmly in place. “Keep going,” he urged. “Want my boy spun.” Not wanting to displease him, I fought and strained, eyes all but rolling back into my head as I held on— When he finally pulled the pipe away, I sputtered, shrouding us in billowing smoke as he set the pipe aside. Head swimming, I felt dizzy—but good dizzy. Like my mind was floating. Planting his hand on my shoulder, Chris gave me a curious look. “Everything okay?” Thoughts were difficult—had to piece them together a bit before I could get the words out. “Yeah. It’s just—it’s just a lot,” I stuttered, smiling at him. Smiling back, he shook his head slightly, before pulling me back up the bed. “Come here,” he instructed, all but dragging me on top of him. Resting my head on his shoulder, hands on his chest, I began to relax, following the motion of his fingers as they stroked my back. “Thanks,” I said softly. Remaining silent, Chris simply planted a kiss on the top of my head, grazing his calloused digits along the soft space of my back as we settled in together. Descending upon us lightly, silence fell, enveloping us in the lull of the interim. But I was high as a kite—and as the moments passed peacefully, anxiety crept in, urging me to find new, exciting ways to insert my foot into my mouth. “I’m sorry—” I stammered, lifting my head off his chest, compelled to explain the downtime. “I just don’t normally do this much and I’m really liking this but it’s a lot and—” Chuckling heartily, he silenced me by pulling my head back down. Taking a moment to nuzzle my damp hair, we simply laid there, and I found myself following the rhythm of his breathing as we settled back in. Then his baritone voice rumbled gently. “I said I wanted you spun. You’re spun. I see no problem here. We’re just taking a short detour.” And maybe it really was that simple. Fears assuaged, I settled back in, shutting my eyes. “Really?” “Of course. Hell, if I was up to me you’d be further but that’s clearly not a good idea right now.” “Oh,” I returned blithely. Pulling me further up so we were face to face, he fixed his dark blue eyes on my brown ones. Narrowing intensely into a dark stare, he licked his lips. “You know, you said some pretty filthy things back there,” he murmured. “I suppose I did,” I responded softly. “Who was that and how do I get him to play?” he probed bemusedly, reaching further as his hand wandered back to the crack of my ass. My breathing hitched. “You just have to ask.” “Hmm...” he hummed, tracing the perimeter in little circles. “I’d like that. And aside from getting his little boy-hole plowed, what else does he like getting into?” “Whatever you like,” I returned obediently, spreading my legs to assist his curious digits. Frowning bemusedly for a moment, Chris leaned forward and bit my ear gently, drawing a yelp. “That wasn’t the question,” he corrected. “I asked what you like. Not what I like.” Nodding, I sighed lightly as his mouth pulled away. “I see the distinction.” Crack! I winced at the stinging impact as his hand retracted from my ass cheek. “That’s not an answer, Daniel,” he observed, returning to his original route as his paw found my hole once more. Gasping, my hands dug harder into his pectorals, reacting to the two rough fingers sliding up along the tender tissues. Well, if that wasn’t a callout. And maybe it was the drugs. Or perhaps the digits burrowing into the mixed mess of semen, relieving the emptiness I’d been feeling. Maybe it was simply the fact that I wasn’t used to being asked that and it was new territory for me. “I have trouble trusting people,” I admitted quietly. “I don’t usually get into that.” “So you let them get into you?” he teased, his expression darkening as he curled his intrusion to briefly brush a nail against my prostate. Yelping as my body all but jerked, his other arm fastened itself around my back, securing me into place as he settled back into the stretching and scissoring motions. “I guess...” I explained, struggling with the words as my head juggled the buzz, what his hand was doing, the earthy smell of his breath, and cogent thoughts. “If I just let them do whatever... it’s fine. Makes sure they have a good time. Maybe they even ask me to come back—it’s just easier that way, isn’t it?” Pausing his ministrations, silence descended once more save for a sharp inhale through his nostrils. I could practically see the gears turning in his brain as the puzzle pieces coalesced. “Is that what happened with—what was name again? From earlier.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, my shoulders began to tense reflexively. “Sam,” I supplied meekly. “His name is Sam.” “Right, him. Is that what happened.” Sighing sadly, I didn’t trust my words and nodded. “I see. And do you actually like that?” he asked, voice low and mild, like his words were wrapped in honey. No, my mind shouted, but my outside words formed differently. “I—I don’t know,” I began shakily. “Maybe? Sometimes, I guess?” But my head was already off the rails, spinning out as panic jerked awake. Elbowing the other emotions away from the dashboard, he slammed the alarm, screeching his siren as the distress signal blared through my brain. “Forget it,” I backpedaled. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid—I’m stupid—” “Daniel,” he said softly, silencing me with a squeeze. “Yes Chris?” I whispered. “Shut up,” he ordered. “And relax for two seconds.” Inhaling quickly, I held my breath and complied. “I’m liking this. And I want you to want to come back,” he intoned sternly. “But I can only do that if you have a good time too. Now tell me: what do you want?” “I like...” I began slowly, struggling to wrap my head around this, unsure with how to frame the phrasing to make it likable. “I’m sorry—I just need to know. If I say something wrong or that you don’t like—will I get in trouble?” Chuckling, Chris leaned in and licked my ear. “I don’t know, Daniel,” he murmured slyly. “Doesn’t that depend on what it is?” “I guess—I guess that’s reasonable,” I stuttered, trailing off as the thoughts dissolved and took the ground with it. Who was I to argue? It was, after all, a very fair position. Squirming reflexively, my back began to rise, only to meet resistance against the much more powerful arm clasping me against his chest. Sensing my discomfort, Chris held on tighter. “Wait—stop,” he entreated, extracting his fingers from my hole to grip my ass, effectively blocking the only other direction I could have gone. “I was kidding,” he explained, backpedaling as his fingers dug into the soft skin. “I just wanted to—never mind. Please, just relax.” The ‘please’ did it. That and the realization I had no real way out of this if he didn’t want me to. Shocked back to the now, I bottled the feeling and surrendered to his paws locking me in place. “I won’t get in trouble?” I said quietly and held my breath. Chris shook his head. “You won’t get in trouble. Promise.” Exhaling into his chest, I forced out the words. “I want you to own me.” Groaning, he reached for one of my hands and brought it down to his cock. And with just the back of my hand against it, I could feel it hardening again. “Go on,” he hissed. “I want... I want you be your boy. Your slut. Whatever you want to call it.” “Mmmm...” he growled, guiding my fingers so they wrapped around his rising erection. “You really get off on being someone’s bitch, don’t you?” “I do,” I whispered. “But it’s more than that. I want someone to own me, Chris. So... I’m theirs. Like...” Like they want to have me, my mind supplied, but the words died in my throat. Instead, I murmured, “You know what I mean?” His cock pulsed. “I think so,” he purred. “And what can I do to excite my little cum bucket? How do I reward him for a job well done?” There were many answers to this, but I hesitated; my brain had conjured Sam—his face twisted up in rage, shouting because nothing was ever good enough so why even ask—but then the feeling the stroke of his knuckles running down my back and his promise brought me back and when I looked at the pair of big blue eyes I felt my escalating heart-rate ease up. Still... I wasn’t ready to show my whole hand so I volunteered a club. “I... I really like piss,” I admitted. “Drinking it. Or being filled with it. Or even being soaked in it. Just want to serve, really.” “Mmmm. Sounds like my little slut is a bit of people pleaser. And maybe even a bit of a piglet. That right?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Mmmm,” he rumbled, adding the throaty low notes of dominance to the sound. “Does this little piggy want my chem piss?” “Yes,” I begged. “I could bring you to work you know. Strip you buck naked and hide you under my desk. Just fuck and feed you throughout the day so I don’t have to walk to the urinals.” “A Sir shouldn’t have to get up for that,” I agreed demurely, settling back into his shoulder. “Not when he has a boy for that...” “And what happens if my boy can’t handle it?” he growled. “My piss gets pretty rancid you know—I might even want it to be harsh for you. And when you’re feeling sick because you’ve got a gallon of my piss in your belly and can’t take any more, what happens then? Do I get mad?” “I’d think so,” I whimpered. “Mad enough to almost make you keep drinking it anyway, I bet,” he hissed. “Make you gag and choke it down your throat. Maybe even make you hold your ass cheeks apart when we’re home so I can decide how I want to punish your pretty little pink hole—because what boy of mine can’t handle four measly piss loads?” “Whatever you think I deserve,” I whispered. “More,” he instructed. “I want more.” “I... I like being tied up. Blindfolded. Passed around and stretched open. Your arms,” I sputtered, turning my head to the thick layer of hair that ran from the back of his hands up to his powerful biceps. “Your arms are so hot to me. Want them inside me.” “Mmm... you really like being helpless, don’t you?” he breathed, stroking my spine with the hairy back of one hand, as the other returned to my ass. Sliding past my ring with a shove, three of his fingers dug into the soft tissue. Almost pulling me across his chest as he flexed his strength in demonstration, my cock twitched as my heart skipped. “You’re pretty light you know—could probably lift you on one,” he cooed. “Carry you around like my little skin puppet.” “Yes,” I mewled. “Wait here,” he instructed. “Do not run away.” Rising from the bed, Chris shuffled over to the closet. Pulling it open, he sifted through its contents for a few moments, rising to his toes as he reached for the top shelf, involuntarily granting a very nice view of his rather round ass together as he gathered a rather large cardboard box that likely no longer held the vegetables its exterior suggested. I licked my lips. Then he turned, flaunting his cock at full mast as he returned to the bed. Settling back next to me, one of his hands settled on the flaps concealing its contents. Drumming his fingers gently, he paused for a moment, eyes downcast. To my surprise, he paused—he always seemed to know what to say. Settling in patiently, I waited. When he spoke, he spoke quietly. “Everything we’ve talked about—I’m game for. It’s just...” he explained, then trailed off at the end, taking another moment. Unsure whether I was supposed to wait or not, I elected for the comfort of still silence. After a moment, he continued. “I don’t know if I can be as rough or mean as you want me to be.” Eyeing his resting hand, and then his averted posture, I scooted closer. Overlapping his chunky paw with my spindly ones, I leaned over the box so our arms touched and rested my head on his shoulder. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “Don’t get me wrong—I like to control,” he clarified. “And I’d like to share and stretch your tight little boy-hole until it’s a gaping cunt. And I really want to get my arm so far into your guts that I can parade you around like my favourite sleeve.” This was pushing all my buttons; it was taking a lot of restraint to not just hurl myself onto him. But his tone of concern gave me pause. Setting my pounding chest aside, I removed my head, craning below his I could look up at his surprisingly sober expression. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the worry then?” I asked delicately. “I like to go slow,” he explained, gesturing to the wall with his free hand as if that somehow made it make more sense. “Work up to things. We’ll need a safe word and I’ll want to cuddle. And I don’t know how that fits into,” he motioned loosely to the space between us, “This.” Smiling wanly, my body leaned in, and I rested my head atop his shoulder. His resting hand was still a lot bigger than mine so it was kind of hard to get my grip around it properly but I managed as best I could and squeezed a bit tighter. “Chris?” I asked quietly, demurely. “Yes?” “I said I want you to own me,” I explained, tone soft and soothing. “That means you have a lot of say in this.” Pausing for a moment, Chris held his breath. Below, I could feel his free arm repositioning, sliding over the two clasping his so we made a little hand sandwich. Holding my little paws in his heavy ones, his mouth turned back to my ear. “My slut,” he said quietly. Sighing contentedly, I nodded slowly, deliberately. “Yes, Chris,” I agreed. “Your slut.” Satisfied with my answer, we remained still for a moment, taking the opportunity to bask in the verbal contract. Then, glancing downwards, my eyes wandered to the cardboard flaps. “So...” I began timidly, wondering if I was inadvertently invoking Pandora with this train of thought: “What’s in the box?” //// Clothes. It had been clothes. More specifically, clothes he’d wanted me to wear. Along with a few accessories for himself. Testing the off-white jockstrap he’d supplied, I poked the little pouch concealing my cock and balls. The actual strap sat snug around my waist, but with my tina-dick only standing at quarter-mast the pouch itself was fairly loose. Still, probably better too big than too small. At the base, I could already see a damp spot beginning to emerge where I was leaking. And while I still had the full use of my hands I reached lower, sliding my index finger underneath the foreskin, coating the finger generously before bringing it to my mouth to taste the faintly salty-sweet ooze. Meanwhile, Chris was setting down a cooler he’d retrieved from the kitchen. Clad in just his old army tags and a battered camouflage cap, he glanced around the room, likely trying to judge whether he’d picked the best location for his refreshments. Once satisfied with his choice, he cracked open a cold one. Fixing me with a wry grin, he chugged the lager under a minute, holding eye contact the full time, and then tossed the empty bottle into the trash. “You’ll get yours later,” he explained, winking as he gave his belly a hearty pat. Cheeks flushed, I was unsure how to react—and elected for gratitude. “Thanks,” I said meekly. Practically beaming, he glanced back towards the bucket of beers. “Although, if you’re good, I could probably be persuaded.” He then tipped of his head towards the now-opened vegetable bin. “Have you picked one you like?” I had. Licking my lips, I lifted the bandana from the box delicately. Plain black, save for a thin, fiery-white pattern about a half-inch from the perimeter, I presented him the square sheet. “This one.” Satisfied with my choice, he accepted my offering, folding it by its corners once, then pinching a few inches down the converging slopes to form the edge of the band. With a few quick loops, the makeshift blindfold was formed and pressed against my face, making the world vanish as he tied the ends together behind my skull. With my vision gone, the other senses quickly stepped up to fill the void. Somehow the musky, sweaty, smoky scent that I was quickly beginning to associate with him was stronger and all but suffocated my nose in its aroma. Tentatively, my hand reached up to touch the cloth, feeling the rough cotton between the soft pads of my thumb and forefinger, and gave it a little tug to adjust it. “Too tight?” Chris asked in concern as he circled me, making my skin buzz as he eyed his handiwork. Shaking my head, I settled back into the bed, following his voice and footsteps as I raised my hands in front of my chest in offering. “No, not at all,” I stammered, shivering as he pressed his fuzzy chest to my back. Next to me, the jingle of metal on metal chimed, the leather brushing my arm as he lifted the harness out of the box. “Good. Arms up,” he instructed. Complying, the leather slipped over my head and down my torso. He’d clearly done this before—within moments the diagonal cross-straps were snug across my shoulders, meeting with a cold metal ring in the center of my chest. Meanwhile, behind me, I could feel him fiddling with the tightness, securing the horizontal strap between my belly button and ribcage. “How’s that?” he cooed. Rolling my shoulders to test the tightness, I turned towards his voice. “It’s actually perfect,” I admitted. “Good. Hands.” Obediently, I bent my arms and raised my hands together in offering. Wrapping his arms around my torso, he set to work, collecting my hands in his, fitting the pair leather handcuffs around them as he tightened them around my slender wrists. Breathing heavily into my ear, he gave the tip of my ear a test nibble and shook my arms, making the metal rings of the cuffs jingle against one another. “Too snug?” Tentatively, I slipped my ring finger underneath one of the bands. It fit, albeit with some effort. “Not at all,” I supplied. “Perfect.” “I just didn’t think you were serious,” I confessed. “Why would I not be serious?” he asked gently, snapping the metal bands together with a loud clack. “I asked what you wanted; you said you wanted to be tied up and used like my human cum-rag. That sounds fun to me—doesn’t it sound fun to you?” “Well, yes, but...” “So if I like it,” he interrupted, “And you like it, don’t you agree it would be silly if I wasn’t ready to follow through?” I was cornered. And not just because I was tied up on the bed. “I see your point,” I conceded. “Besides...” he murmured, bumping the top of my head with the brim of his cap as he settled in next to my ear. Then his hands were on me—starting from the bottom of my waist where the band of the jock began, he tugged the strap back to give a little snap, before continuing his calloused fingertips’ journey upwards. Leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake, they brushed from my sides to underarms, eventually settling on the base of my shoulders. “Do you have any idea how good you look to me right now?” he purred. Shaking my head, I was upfront about it. “No,” I responded bluntly. The tip of his large, flat tongue flicked top of my ear. “You look gorgeous,” he breathed. Laughing softly, deflection kicked in, reducing the compliment to a glancing blow. “I bet you say that to all the boys,” I replied nonchalantly, tilting my head to grant better access to the slope of my neck. Accepting the invitation, Chris bit down, forming a seal with his lips as he sunk his teeth into the soft skin. Sucking hard, he drew a gasp as my spine arched—sharp pain jolting outwards from where the pressure was most intense. Whimpering as he increased his pull, his heavy arms squeezed me tight against his torso, crushing my wrists into the cold metal ring as he drew the blood to the surface. Once satisfied with his handiwork he pulled away with a pop, blowing gently on the bruising skin, sending shivers down my back. Flicking the patch with the tip of his tongue, he moved back to my ear. “I really don’t,” he growled. “I’ll take your word for it,” I whispered. Then the pipe was back in my mouth and I heard the click of the torch. “Three big hits, boy,” he instructed. “And pick a safe word.” Surrendering to the waft of the clouds, I huffed and I puffed until my chest was full and by the time I had blown in I could feel the little piggy waking up. My head was spinning again—a spiralling mess of sensations crawling along my skin as even the faintest breeze of his breath set me off. Thoughts were difficult, so I deferred to the first word that came to mind. “Zebra,” I supplied. “Zebra it is,” he growled. And then the box flew off the bed and his hands were on my chest, all but shoving onto my back. Letting out a surprised yelp as I hit the mattress, he climbed on top, straddling my chest. Flopping against my mouth, his hard cock was slippery with pre-cum. “You want my cock, don’t you?” My chest fluttered. “Yes,” I whispered. Gripping his shaft in his hand, he pushed the head closer, spreading the pre-cum around my lips. “I bet you do,” he growled. “You love it. In your mouth, in your hole. Bet you can’t wait until that beer finishes its trip and it’s time to feed you.” Straining against the heavy, hairy thighs crushing my arms into my chest, I nodded. Fighting the temptation to reach out with my tongue and steal a little taste of the pungent, sweaty head as it traced its little circles, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Pounding inside my ribcage, my heart practically leapt against its confines, the perspiration on his legs mixing with the fresh sweat forming on my chest. “Yes, Sir,” I breathed. The use of the title evidently struck a chord—groaning atop me, Chris leaned forwards. “Fuck. Open,” he ordered. Obediently, my lips parted, and his cock slid past my open mouth. Even now I could still faintly test the acrid tang that was unmistakeably Sam, mixing with the delicate sweet and faintly sour that I understood to be myself. But overwhelming both of them was a salty, heady musk—blanketing the residual flavours, Chris’s taste quashed both and I strained my neck, struggling to get him further inside, needing more of it. Above, Chris cooperated with the inefficient angle by taking some pressure off my chest. Balancing more on his shins he rose a bit, shifting his hips as we adjusted our alignment. Satisfied with this new position, Chris paused, just holding the position. Below, I continued to swirl my tongue around his head and shaft, breathing through my nose. Then I felt him move—his pelvis pressing forward in a very slow, continuous thrust that brought his cock further. Panicking, I nearly choked as half a cock quickly became three quarters. Bumping the entrance to my throat, he ground his cock there, groaning as I gurgled and choked. “Fuck, Daniel,” he groaned, grinding harder. “Fuck—more.” Dizzy and flushed, my body jerked as I tried to cough and sputter around the rather sizeable gag I’d been presented with. I knew I had to keep breathing through my nose—but the unsuccessful gagging and coughing had already flooded my sinuses with relocated spit and mucus. Running down my nose, cheeks, mouth, it had even had begun to seep into the pubes pressing into my face. Below, my cock began to harden. “We’re going to have to train you to do this better,” he chuckled, giving a little push with his hips, eliciting a gag. “Although, honestly... I kind of like watching you choke.” Below, my cock twitched. Time passed. I was certain I was going to pass out—behind the blindfold, little stars were beginning to form. But then he pulled back, his rock-hard cock slimy and wet as I lurched forwards, wheezing in laboured pants. Generously, he gave me a moment. Settling down next to me, one arm slipped underneath my back, pulling me close. Meanwhile, the other ran his index and middle fingers through the mixed splatter of saliva, snot, and pre-cum that had formed around the lower half of my face. Brushing it and gathering a nice little coating around the exploratory digits, he pushed them into my mouth. I could practically hear the grin in his voice. “What a mess you’ve made,” he observed as I suckled away. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I croaked around the intrusion. Chuckling, Chris removed his fingers and shifted his weight so that he could overlook me. For a moment, I wondered if I was in trouble. But then, to my surprise, I felt his large flat tongue lap my cheek. Leaving a trail of his hot saliva in its path, it moved across my mouth, the little bridge underneath my nose, and then my chin before pulling away. Above I could hear him make squishing noises with one of his cheeks and then his tongue was back, cleaning up the other side of my face as it swept away the last of it the snot, pre-cum, and spit. Then his finger tapped my lips. Open, it said, and my mouth parted. Leaning in, Chris spat out the mix before pressing in with a crushing kiss, mashing his beard into my face as his thick tongue spread the viscous blend to every corner. All but wrapping my tongue in it as he swirled his around mine, his hand stroked the side of my arm gently, and I could feel the tension melting away leaving nothing but the humming need that buzzed through my bloodstream. It also occurred to me that I was now hard. Swallowing his gift dutifully, I could feel his mouth curl into a smile as our blended fluids traveled past my gullet. Stroking my side gently, he pulled away. Through our heavy pants and a grin that I could hear, he leaned in close. “It’s okay baby,” he whispered. “Just means I’ll have to keep fucking your face until you get the hang of me.” And for a moment we just paused there—taking a moment to recover as he considered what he wanted next. He arrived at his choice quickly. “Know what I haven’t had in a while?” he asked. “No Sir,” I answered softly. “A good rimming. But I bet you’d like to give me that though, wouldn’t you?” he growled. “Lord knows you want to stick every other part of my body into your mouth. What do you think boy? Think you can clean me up? And really get that tongue of yours up my ass?” My breathing hitched. Schooling my features into a poker face, I wet my lips. “I think if that’s what you want, Sir,” I murmured, “What kind of boy would I be if I didn’t?” “I haven’t cleaned up like you,” he warned, voice low as if threatening me with it. “It’ll be sweaty. Maybe even ripe. Sometimes that scares little boys away. Think that’s going to be a problem?” “Not at all,” I whispered. “Whatever Sir wants.” “Good answer.” Then he was sitting up and I heard the crisp fizz of a cap between twisted off a bottle. Displacing the bed as his knees surrounded my face, balancing his weight on his shins, he took a long swig of the lager and then began to descend. Nutty, earthy, salty, musky; bombarding my nose as the hairy crack of his ass lowered itself onto my face I leaned up, straining my neck as I buried myself in his wiry fur. Inhaling deeply, I shivered, captivated by the sheer potency of his odour and opened my mouth. Beginning by suckling at the interior of one of his cheeks, my tongue reached and delved into the layer of sweat that had begun to form. Responding with a rumbling groan, Sir took another swig, then pushed back, scratching my face lightly as he ground into it hard. “Fuck—you’re eager aren’t you?” I was. In the same way that Chris evidently didn’t find many boys down to eat him, my predilection to go with the flow meant I didn’t typically voice my appreciation for this part of the oral realm. But it was something of a guilty pleasure. And the way his crack bore down on me, my lips would press the little pinched muscles forming his pucker out of the way and let my tongue really dig into each nook to uncover the pinches of nutty, manly earthiness—my own little heaven. Taking my time, I teased deliberately, ensuring that no skin was left unturned as I cleaned every square millimeter around his hole. “God damn...” he growled, reaching down to spread a cheek, granting better access to his hole. Accepting the invitation, my tongue pushed against his tight entrance. Overwhelmed by the salty strength of the flavour I had to catch myself—forcing myself to focus on the task at hand as the tip of my muscle teased and tested, looking for an angle where it could form the wedge I needed here. He was definitely enjoying himself—letting out all manner of grunts and throaty rumbling noises between swigs of his refreshment. But I wasn’t going to be happy with ‘enjoying’—I wanted him to unravel and I was getting nowhere fast with my current methods. Evidently, Chris hadn’t been kidding about not doing this often. Then an idea occurred; my hands reached up. And despite being clasped together I managed to get them in a position where there was some leverage to pull in opposite direction. Digging into the corners of his cheeks, just below my chin, my fingers tugged while my tongue searched. Bingo. Had my mouth not been preoccupied, I might have smiled. But there were other priorities right now. Worming in closer, I worked the little sliver I’d formed, pleased as a bit more of my tongue managed to squeeze into his tight asshole. “Jesus,” he gasped, his legs shaking for just a moment as he leaned over to drop the bottle into the trash. While it clattered noisily against its brother, Chris was already rebalancing, breathing hard, and using both of his hands to now spread his cheeks to give me the access I had really been looking for. “Why the fuck didn’t we start with this?” he wondered aloud. Grinning, I shoved my tongue inside further. “Jesus,” he groaned, louder this time. Not bad, I considered, but maybe we can do better. Slowly, deliberately, I withdrew my tongue, slurping up the earthy flavour as I went. And once retracted about halfway, I paused—just enough to let him consider the next move—and then pushed back in as hard as I could. “Jesus!” he roared. Finally satisfied, I repeated the motion, drinking his salty musk with each successive thrust. Building speed gradually, I was pleased when he began to push back harder, forcing my tongue past the sphincter to delve into the nutty, funky, headiness beyond. And just as the flavour was becoming fainter, he pulled off my face, tearing off the blindfold off my eyes as he left. Staring down at me, his face was red and sweaty, his cock nearly purple as if it was ready to burst. Rising and falling in time with his heavy panting, his chest was shiny with sweat, giving the soaked fur the look of copper wire in the lamplight. Meanwhile, his mouth opened and shut, bobbing like a fish as he failed to come up with the words. Smiling up at him innocently, I held my tongue, arms trembling with suppressed laughter. “Well,” he finally started, then paused, pondering his next words for a moment. Then his hands were on mine, touching the leather straps briefly before settling on the clasp holding them together. With a click, the metal ring released, and he pulled my hands apart. “I think you’ve earned these.” I couldn’t resist. “Thank you, Sir,” I chimed. Narrowing his eyes, he gave me what might have been a glare, but then dissolved the leery stare with a snort. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he growled. “Hands and knees. Now.” While I scrambled into position, he was already moving behind me. “You’re going to want to take some,” he warned as the poppers landed in front my face. And while I twisted the cap off, I heard the pop of the lube bottle opening, followed by the slicking sound of his hand on his cock. Hurriedly, I inhaled deeply in each nostril, feeling my ass muscles relax with each breath as the flush spread throughout my body. Where earlier had been gentle and he’d eased himself into me gradually, this time was different. Three of the fingers he’d slicked his cock with went in, shoving in roughly, with little regard for the delicate tissues. And after just one twist to spread the lube about they were gone, replaced with the tip of his dick as he nudged my entrance. Gripping my hips hard, he let out a low rumble, and pushed hard. Yelping as my muscles tensed involuntarily in spite of the poppers, he slid in fast, jostling on in with one long hard stroke. Then, while still holding one side of my waist, his other hand reached forward and pushed the top of my back, indicating he wanted me lower. Complying, I folded onto my forearms, being sure to keep the bottle nearby just in case. Stretching my walls with his pulsing erection, my ass gripped him hard, almost dragging with him slightly despite the lubrication as he reared back, sliding out oh so slowly. “You teased me earlier,” he observed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, straining over my shoulder so I could see the dark expression tinting his features. “Didn’t seem sorry when you were being a smart ass earlier,” he replied dismissively, lifting his arm. Turning away, I shut my eyes. Crack! Sucking in a gasp at the impact, the sharp red pain spread outwards from from the cheek and up my spine, linking up with the pleasure senses mucking about in my head as they rolled into one sensation. Meanwhile, Chris’s hands were back on my hips, digging in hard as he thrust back in hard. In this position, more depth was possible and I found my mouth just hanging open, clutching the bottle and sheets as he pounded into me. Like a piston he set a brutal pace, stroking across my prostate and dislodging more pre-cum into the substantial stain that was forming in the pouch. “Chris—” I moaned, but either he didn’t hear me or didn’t care. Grunting and snarling as he fucked me hard, he pressed onwards with fervor. Within moments I had been reduced to a mewling mess and reached back for my own hard cock. Moving the pouch aside, I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking it as best I could in rhythm with his thrusts. I could feel it coming close—between the battering inside me, the slick friction, and the lack of orgasm earlier I desperately wanted to cum. But then he stopped, breathing hard, leaving me whining at the loss of motion as he simply held position—cock half-inserted so there was deliberately no pressure against my prostate. Eyeing my adjusted posture suspiciously, he licked his lips. “And what do we have here?” he murmured, leaning in closer as he reached down, enveloping my grip in his. “Someone is hard.” Whimpering, I nodded. Gingerly, he extricated my hand as his began its own assessment. Starting with my foreskin, his rough fingers pinched the folds, grinding them together as he started to push his cock back in to the root. Once slipped under my foreskin, his hand continued onto my sensitive cock-head, brushing their calloused pads and the tips of the fingernails over the glans. Spreading the little slit between two of the nails, he pressed in, making me whine as he rubbed the opening of my urethra painfully. Satisfied, he gathered my pre-cum in his slick hand, and lowered his grip to my shaft. “You’re very lucky you’re cute,” he growled, and resumed thrusting. I had already been close. But between his coarse, slippery palms stroking me so they just brushing the top of my head, and the slower, more deliberate thrusts that all but dug into my swollen nub before sliding all the way in—I wasn’t going to last. Digging my nails into the sheets, I pleaded incoherently, moving my hips in time with his thrusts. “Chris,” I gasped. “It’s—I can’t—please—” “Do it,” he breathed. Clamping down on his cock, my muscles stiffened as I spurt into his hand, making him groan and lean back as he shut his eyes. Stilling himself momentarily, he let out a slow exhalation through his nose—adjusting to the vice-like grip of the velvety tissue. Holding his position, he pulled his cum-coated hand away from my softening sock. Smearing my load around his fingers as he moved it towards my hole, he pushed against his wiry pubes, prodding the edge of my tightened pucker with the tip of his nail. Sensing what was coming next, I uncapped the bottle and sniffed hard, sucking in the nitrites as he pressed harder, breaching the already-snug fit as it slid alongside his throbbing member, scraping the nerves as he buried himself to the knuckle. Whimpering at the intrusion, I re-capped the bottle and arched my back, struggling to feel more. “Oh god,” I whispered. “Tonight,” he breathed, grinding his hips forward into my beaten hole as he spoke. “I’m gonna get someone else in there with me. And really rip this hole open.” “You really think we’ll be able to do that?” I gasped, shutting my eyes as I just focused on the throbbing, burning, tingling spreading through the nerves. “Absolutely,” he grunted, twisting the digit, making sure I felt the burn. “And if you can’t, we’ll make you. Hell, I even know who I’m calling,” he continued, rubbing a second finger against my entrance. Forcing it in alongside its brother, he glanced down, eyeing his handiwork with a hungry look, letting out a groan of satisfaction. “Christ, Daniel...” Mewling into the sheets, I bit my lip. “Promises, promises,” I chimed, earning a snicker. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day,” he growled. And then the fingers were gone, leaving my ass alone with cock. And if the earlier pace had felt rough, I didn’t even have a word for this. Slamming in and out, he battered my spent hole, ripping yelps from my throat on the rougher strokes and I had no doubts that I would be tender and sore when this was over. Slapping his balls hard with each thrust, yanking my walls with each shove, he attacked my hole in a frenzy. Even if I’d screamed Zebra I doubted it would have reached him. So instead I held on—leaning into the fever pitch, knowing that between the tightness, roughness, and pace it was clear he wanted to finish too. It didn’t take long. Another minute, maybe two? And I could feel his cock throbbing—stiffening up and expanding in preparation to mark me once more. His fingers dug in harder, and then came the roar. “FUCK DANIEL!” he bellowed, drowning out my moan, his balls swaying as his body stilled. And deep inside me his pulsating member jerked, reacting to the shudder running through his body as it drove in to the root and unloaded in five thick pumps—his second gooey load meeting and merging with the remnants of its brother as the wetness spread through my guts.

Well so far lockdown has sucked royally. I live alone and count as an “essential worker.” All work and no play makes everything dull. To be frank I’ve been climbing the walls and wanking everyday to every type of porn I can find. After a few weeks however it’s just not enough. I couldn’t take it. I needed to be pushed down and loaded up. No amount of dildo play ever feels the same as someone else at the helm. So I broke. I admit it. I just needed to feel someone else pressing into me a calling me dirty names. Even as I drove to my favourite cruising spot I honestly didn’t think there would be anyone there. I was so wrong, it seems I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stand it any more. Pulling up and parking in a dark part of the car park I didn’t have to wait long until a shadow passed the rear of my car and then at my driver’s window a silhouette. I slowly started gripping and rubbing my cock through the loose trousers I had slipped on before leaving and likewise the guy stood next to my car slowly started to squeeze his bulge. Our mutual interest was obvious and as I reached for my door handle and opened up my car he slipped his cock out into the half light we were in. A good eight inched long, not too thick but with a solid mushroom head on it. I was lost as soon as I saw it. After this period of forced abstinence that cock looked fucking perfect to me. I slipped out of my car and as I pushed my trousers down I dropped to my knees on the tarmac. I leaned in and started licking that fat cockhead before slipping my lips around him and swallowing his length. His moans and hands on my head showed me that although I haven’t had anything lately I was clearly not out of practice. Before too long he was fucking my face and I was happily slobbering all over that beautiful shaft with my own hands stroking on my solid cock in a total delirium of dick lust. He pulled out from between my lips and pushed my back onto my car seat. Half laying in the car my, now naked, lower half out in the night air. He leaned in and sucked my cock for a bit making me moan in obvious pleasure and I spread my legs wide so he could easily get closer too me. In a brief moment of clarity I saw a couple of cars pass by and their lights shone on us both leaving zero doubt what we were doing. His fingers found my hole as he sucked me however and that thought disappeared as I moaned out “Oh fuck!” He knew he had hit upon my real need with that and wasted no time arranging himself so his cock was pointed right at me. That fat head slowly edging into my hole as I pressed down to open up for him. Fuck I am glad I have spent so much time with my dildos lately because otherwise that dick would have hurt like hell on the in stroke. As I was I just gripped whatever I could as he started pumping into me. Me half naked hanging out my car and him stood between my legs with his jeans around his knees cock buried up my arsehole. Both of us moaning and grunting as the fucking picked up pace. We were obviously both horny as fuck and in desperate need. It was never going to last long but I know I yelled out a couple of times as he rammed my hole and that spurred him to pound me harder. My cock was leaking the whole time and I was on edge as he grunted and pushed all the way into me. His breathing heavy and his movements slowed as his spunk was delivered deep inside me. As he pulled out of me and started to right his clothes I practically slid from my car seat, once again on my knees on the tarmac. I gripped my cock and with two or three hard strokes my own cum was jetting from me and I didn’t care who saw me now. He looked down at me. Naked, spunk dripping from me and panting in my post orgasm bliss. He smiled and said, “Thanks.” I think that was the only time he even spoke to me. As he returned to his car I collected myself and climbed back into the driving seat. Content for a little while at least. I’m not going to lie. I know it won’t be long before the temptation is too much to resist again.

I don't agree with all the recommendations. However, I do support the general sentiment and idea. Black Americans need to mobilize their vote to help elect black and anti racist governors, senators, mayors and Attorney generals, not just wait for the vote in November ( The presidential election is still important so get yo ass out there and vote. If covid scares you then mail in your ballot, but don't let your voice go silent). The police need to STOP USIN RACIAL PROFILING AS A TOO AND philosophy. It has been proven to not be effective in preventing or stopping crime and it is rooted in racial stereotypes and racial codification. I don't think just hiring more ethnic or black cops will work at this point. The police force needs an entire new overhaul. They need to be trained in deescalation techniques and how to deal with mentally ill as to not rely so heavily on violence and brutality to keep the "peace". The police union needs to stop protecting cops at all cost when it comes to police shootings. The burden of proof needs to be higher for a polices "life being in danger". "Smelling weed" and "shouting I see a gun without any proof. Cops need to wear body cams without the ability to turn them off. And they need to hire a more diversity, women, black, gay, non binary etc.

yes. we have roleplayed it for awhile now. now we want to take the next step & actually do it.

Yesterday my brother and I were out protesting trying to make change in the world. I took some pictures and sent them back home to our parents. Our father said keep it up.

Part 5. It was fairly late by the time I finally pulled out of Runner guy. Three loads of my kids now swimming around the faggy body of this guy that had somehow sired kids of his own in the past. I heard Jake closing his balcony door above as I got ready for bed so I knew he was safe and well without calling on him directly. That night I slept well, wondering whether my latest conquest would be rushing out for PEP or messaging me on BBRTS for more; it goes both ways tbh. The next day was another scorcher, so unusual for this Easter period. I could hear Jake's TV upstairs, more wrestling shows and I called up to him at one point, just to check he was ok. I'd decided to let us both cool down a bit in case I did anything he might regret and spent my morning and afternoon working out, catching up on Netflix and checking Grindr and BBRTS. Not much seemed to be happening on either so by 8pm I decided to take a run as the day had cooled a little. The park was practically deserted with just one or two other runners but there were a few figures lurking in the shadows down by the canal bridge. I pulled up, leaning against the bridge wall to tease out a knot in my hamstring and anything else that might need it. I could sense a bit of movement right under the bridge, an area that roughsleepers sometimes used, so I stepped into the gloom, eased my cock down the leg of my runners and began pissing like a horse just metres from where I could see a ratty looking young guy sat up on his sleeping bag. Instead of looking away or challenging me, he was staring at my cock which was quickly hardening. I took in his slim body, about 5'8'' and 120lbs, I guessed. His hair was still fairly short and he didn't look old at all. A new arrival I guessed, probably kicked out by his parents for something. My piss eased off but I kept my heavy cock hanging there for his pleasure, like a baited fishing line. His last chance to pull his gaze away, which he didn't take. I don't often fuck homeless guys, I'm not afraid of STDs but they are a hassle I can do without as they impact on my fitness, now and then, in a way in which my virus doesn't. This guy looked fresh though and I was even hornier than usual as I walked over to him. He stood up as I got to him and I spun him round so his back was to me, clamping my bicep round his scrawny neck as my other hand yanked down his sweat pants and surprisingly crisp CK boxers. I was already probing his tight hole with my PA as he squirmed in my grip, which I tightened a little. He didn't seem to be expecting this and was getting a little vocal. The chances of anyone hearing or caring were low but it seemed prudent to shut him up so I reached my big palm up to cover his mouth. In doing so, my bicep flexed a little against his neck and I could sense his movements lessening as I compressed his carotid. My cock swelled at the thought of how my muscle was dominating this little fuck and I flexed harder. He managed only a few weak struggles before falling fully limp and I wasted no time in slicing my cock fully into him, ripping him in the process, a feeling I love. I fucked him deadweight in my arms for a few strokes and then lowered him to the ground as he started to come round. I kept my arm in place and pinned him to hard earth slamming my full weight into him with each thrust. I used my bicep to keep him close to the edge of consciousness, which I think he appreciated as it numbed the pain he was clearly sustaining as I lost control. I wanted this fuck to smash this chicken up, not just to implant my death seed in him. His thin neck was like a weak sapling in my grip as I pounded blow after blow into his body, no doubt bruising him badly. maybe cracking something in that exposed rib cage, the thought of which turning me on even more. All too soon, for me, it was time to unload and I fired volley after volley into his broken body, quickly releasing his head and dragging my bloodied cock out of him as I stood up, only pausing to crouch and wipe my cock in his hair before tucking it into the mesh of my running shorts and jogging off home. At home, I showered and felt more relaxed than I had in days. I'd not felt that level of aggression in my fuck before but it had now passed. It seemed like a good time to check in on little Jake. He was still down - isolation, his parents and his meds all playing on his mind but clearly stoked to see me. He looked kind of worse for wear too but I bigged him up and gave him a beer and we talked a little. he really got into the positive mental attitude stuff that I have to deal in as a PT and I explained how meds can be a crutch if you aren't careful. Then we got onto his favourite subject; wrestling. "Do you still wrestle?" "Yeh, sure, now and then. It's not a job or anything" "You have the gear?" "yes" "Singlets or trunks?" "Both" "Can I see?" "Sure. But...it's two way thing" "Two way?" "Yep, you have to wear the gear too" "Me? Erm..." "That's the deal" he nodded meekly and I shuttled off downstairs, my mind racing. What to wear? For me I chose a pair of white trunks, medium, so three sizes too small, and for Jakey, well, for Jake I picked the briefs I'd worn that day with Soccer Boi out of the laundry basket - as yet unwashed. Downstairs again, I changed in his bathroom while he went to his room - accepting my explanation that my other wrestling gear was in my gym locker. The trunks really struggled to hold me in, pushing out my butt cheeks and package. I wasn't hard (amazing self control) but the PA was very clearly outlined against the lycra along with the rest of my bull cock, and an occasional glint from the leg hole could be seen as the trunks struggled to cope until I made a blatant adjustment with my hand. My self control was tested to the extreme as I got my first proper glimpse of his milky white, hair-free chest and pert little nips. A small snail trail, barely visible, tracked the centre of a non-existent tummy in to the loose waste-band of my beloved briefs. Once again, the copious material obscured his package and this time hung off his shapely little butt cheeks (the only thing keeping the briefs up). I licked my lips as he walked right up to me, the top of his head just above my own rock hard nipple. "wanna wrestle?", I asked him

As we slipped under the duvet, I vowed to myself to keep my briefs on and let little Jakey have a night of feeling safe at what was clearly a scary time for him. I caught him glancing at my body a few times but, knowing his love of wrestling and the contrast with his own body, it was hardly surprising. Pretty soon he was out for the count, face down, his mid length hair like a halo on the pillow. Sleep came much harder for me, despite my two fucks earlier, but eventually I drifted off, making sure to keep to my side of the bed. In my dreams, Soccer Boy was still here, sparko and naked in my bed, his pert little arse tempting me to top him up with my seed. I stretched out my thigh, laying it across his butt before inching my whole body over his as my cock hardened. He stirred in his sleep, smiling, as I humped him gently, slicking him up with my pre. As my PA snatched at his entrance, the rest of my bulbous head was able to begin to part his fleshy lips. His body stiffened, aware of my raw state, as I pushed harder, sinking an inch or two into his chute. At this he really began to squirm, still silent but desperate to stop my bare entrance. Fuck this, I slammed the rest of my length into him, no pretence of playing safe. He felt even smaller than before, slotting easily between my thighs completely immobilised... "Stop! Stop!", Jake was almost shouting, almost sobbing as I came round from my dream fuck. I was atop the kid. Actually, that's not right, I was all over him, such was our size difference. The covers were on the floor but he was fully covered by me. Fuck! In my confused state it took a second to realise that my cock wasn't actually in him. I reached under me to find my briefs in place though a good six inches of cock and my big PA were poking out the waist band. My old hipster boxers were still on Jake's fine little arse too, though there was a silvery snail trail in the fabric crevice where my hungry cock had signalled its intent. I quickly rolled off him, shoving my cock to one side so that it was inside the confines of the briefs once again. "Fuck! Sorry Jake, I guess I'm not used to sharing my bed....been a while since I had any action....You ok?" "errr...yeh..." he was clearly a bit shaken, his voice quavery. "you are kind of heavy, I couldn't move" "sorry man, I can sleep on the sofa" "No...it's ok, you won't do it again?" "Um, ok, I promise" We both began to drift back to sleep. "Um...Ed?" "Yeh?" "Your cock..." "yeh...?" "It felt kind of hard" "err... yeh, I had a hard on mate, sorry" "No, I meant at the end" "Ah..right, my PA...erm, Prince Albert...it's a metal ring, a piercing" "oh wow...it sounds..er...weird. Can I see it sometime?" How tempted was I? But like I said at the start, I'm a good guy and I'd vowed to myself not to go there. Not tonight. "Ask me again in the daylight. Then I know you really mean it". "Ok Ed". This time it was me that drifted off quickly. Jake was still fidgeting around in the ample space of the hipsters as I got back to Soccer Boy...

I'm likely opening a can of worms and provoking the MAGA crowd, but I need to post this. In the wake of George Floyd being lynched by knee, I can no longer remain silent. We in the QUEER community need to support our black brothers and not just with words. Those of you who can, participate in peaceful protests, making your presence known by wearing pride attire or carrying signs reading "Queer lives 4 Black lives" Let's never forget what "Stonewall" started for us. Stand up, speak out, take a knee.

This is my first post. I am a young, healthy, muscular, blond athlete jock boy living in South Florida. White collar pro by day, but a secret need and a want to take anonymous loads all the time. For my birthday this year i decided to go to NYC. I had posted on BBRT beforehand (blondjockboi) to find a host to whore me out while I was going to be there. I had been whored out once before in LA by the famous Master Jerry the previous summer for LA Pride as his "pride cumdump" where I was blindfolded, ass up taking every load he sent to me at the Dunes Inn motel. I didn't know if I would meet Master Jerry, just that my role was to be ass up taking loads. I ended up with 38, but kind of lost count half way through. Master Jerry surprised me by showing up at the end with a young friend, and giving me my very last load. 38 was the number on my back at the end of the night. Within a few hours of posting on BBRT for NYC I got a message from a man called Dmitiri in NYC. He claimed to be the Master Jerry of NYC, so I thought great - I will definitely get a lot of loads. I was instantly attracted to Dmitiri because he was so pervy. He was only interested in getting me as many loads as possible. He had also been coordinating with another boy coming to NYC from Albany (a super cute twink EMT), and set up a hotel room for us in Midtown. The plan was that the twink EMT would take loads the night before, and I would come in the morning and replace him, taking loads all day. Sort of a marathon of cumdumps available for all these horny men on Dmitri's list. When I walked into the hotel room, it was about 8am and the smell of cum was overwhelming. The boy was laying on his stomach the bed, with cum just drizzling out of his boy pussy all over the sheets. I stripped down and hopped in bed with him, we were making out for a bit and I was fingering his cummy hole - about that time a super hot daddy walked in. I told the boy you take it, and I'll take over after. He said it was his 41st load. The boy played on top of me, and as we were making out the daddy climbed on top of him and shoved his massive hairy cock in. I could hear the cum splooge out of his hole with this massive cock penetrating this pussy. All three of us were making out, and the daddy bit my lip and came inside of him. As he pulled out, I could see a long stream of cum falling from his dick, I rolled over and gobbled it off. As the daddy cleaned up, the boy hopped in the shower, and before you knew it I was alone. I tied my blindfold on, and waited. Within 5 or 10 min the door opened and I could hear 3 or 4 voices coming in. I knew I was going to be used, and filled up with all of this hot anonymous cum. One thing I like when getting fucked is reach underneath and feel the balls of the guy who is breeding me. Every guy was different. One was shaved smooth, one was stubbly, and one was fully hairy. To my surprise the hairy balls slapping my ass turned me on so much, I came hands-free when getting fucked by guy 3. Everything after that is a blur. It was guy after guy, grunting, sweating, whispering in my ear, cumming in my ass. Tongue after tongue, finger after finger, cock after cock. I was taking so many loads, I wondered how long I had been going. I got a quick break, and checked my phone. I had been going 4 hours, and Dmitri had texted me. "You doing okay?" "I'm not going to stop sending guys". I told him to keep going. The next time I took off my blindfold the sun was going down. I had taken 61 loads in 9 hours. I was a cummy mess. Dried cum all over my face, my back, cum oozing out of my pussy. I checked my phone and told Dmitri that I was happy, and had to get ready to meet friends for my Birthday Dinner. 10 minutes later, another twink came in the room, and said he was replacing me. Dmitri had set up a 3rd boy to take loads that evening/night. The twink was super cute, and told me he played Peter Pan on Broadway. I knew I needed to cum again after being fucked all day, so i bent him over, and gave him his first load. As I was finishing the trail of guys started coming in to breed him. I kissed him on the lips as I was leaving - and told him to have fun. 🙂 Dmitri was awesome, and said the feed back from the men was great! He would happily whore me out again when I get to NYC. In the meantime, I would love to find a super pervy partner who would be interested in traveling around and whoring me out to every dick of his choosing. I'm even up for moving to you if the situation is right. 🙂

Drew hadn't been sexually active in months because of the covid lock-down. He'd been to his usual sauna back at the end of February and given and taken some good loads, but since then he'd been covid chaste. The sexual tension was growing week on week and he was dying for a screw. He was online corresponding with a BZ friend, who expressed similar exasperations in being unable to meet up. At the end of the conversation, because the restrictions had been opened up to allow meeting up with one other person, whilst maintaining a safe distance, they agreed to meet up at a common not that far from either of them. Drew arrived in a dishevelled shaggy state, not having been to a barbers for a long time. His friend Mark was neat and fully shaved, his bald head seemed to give him a very masculine and alluring manner. They wandered together into the brush, passing by some old gravestones marking an old abandoned cemetary. When they got to a more secluded spot surrounded by bushes, Mark's sexual frustration overcame him and he dropped his trousers to expose his already fully erect penis. Drew had been gagging for it for ages and so decided to gag on his cock and slurped veraciously. They both wanted this so much. They both missed this so much. Drew was so turned on by this that he started to strip completely naked, Mark joined in. They were both bollock naked. Mark took over now sucking on Drew's tumescent dick bringing it to a raging hard-on. Drew was now ready for real action and turned Mark round as he leant against a tree and with no more than a spit on his cock plunged his manhood into his eager companion. Drew had missed this so much and was so turned on by the situation that he realised it wouldn't take much for him to shoot his load deep inside Mark's arse. He was going for it hammer and tongs. Mark was crying out with appreciative grunts as his bottom was being violated for the first time in ages. Unbeknownst to them their commotion drew the attention to another man who was strolling through this part of the common. He came upon the pair of stark naked fuckers and expressed his seeming disapproval of their behaviour, citing the lock-down restrictions and the possibility of being seen by others whilst fucking. Nevertheless, the guy, who on the one hand was remonstrating, on the other was obviously beginning to sport an amazing hard-on inside his trousers. Drew continued to fuck Mark mercilessly and strangely the by-passers remonstrations merely encouraged him to continue on his mission to seed Mark's arse. He could feel the pent-up feeling of his spunk and released it in greats spasms deep inside. As he pulled out another squirt of jizz squirted from his cock. The sight of which so turned-on the passer-by that he got out his own cock and started to wank himself off. Drew then took the initiative: he bent over and took the guy's cock into his mouth. As he bent over, Mark now had full access to Drew's arsehole. Drew felt Mark rubbing his cock up and down his crack as Drew ravenously slurped on this new guy's dick. Drew had to be careful though not to bite his cock to hard when suddenly he felt Mark push his cock inside him violently. Drew was now enjoying a spit roast. As he sucked the guy off, Drew started to finger the man's anus. He responded with groaning. He could hear the guy's breathing as he was sucking, getting heavier and heavier and then the taste of warm salty liquid as he shot his load inside Drew's mouth. At the same time Mark's timing was impeccable as he shot his pent-up load deep inside Drew and felt his cum dribbling down his balls. The passer-by proceeded to pull up his trousers. “Hang on a minute” Drew stated, “We've not finished with you”. My friend's cock needs cleaning off, his cum's still dribbling out!” The guy complied and started sucking Mark's dick. As before this bending over to suck the dick gave access to this man's hole. Drew started wanking himself back to full manhood. When he was ready he started fingering his hole as he noshed on Mark's penis. Drew worked several fingers in, in order to accommodate the large dick that was about to penetrate his hole. Then when fully prepared Drew pushed hard and past his sphincter, his erect cock inside the man's bare hole. “I don't do bareback” the guy mumbled between slurps. “You do now” Drew emphatically replied as he thrust in and out of his primed hole getting in to a good rhythm. As Drew fucked harder and harder, so the guy sucked harder and harder. Mark gave out a great cry as he shot his load first into the mouth and then, as the man spat it out, over the guy's face. This so turned Drew on that he pumped his second load of the day into the now barebacked and bred visitor. But as he released his sperm inside, he was also releasing loads of hiv inside too. For unbeknownst to Drew, the symptoms that he thought were of covid a couple of months before were in fact fuck flu'. His viral load was now quite high and he'd unwittingly seeded two guys with his poz cum.

Given current events (that have regrettably been in the making for centuries) I feel I should preface this question with a couple of points to avoid misunderstanding. First, I am white. Can’t help that, born without enough melanin to keep me from crisping up like bacon after half an hour at the beach. I cannot pretend to understand the totality of the experience of being a Man of Color in this society; I can only claim to have observed it as an appalled resident of the Appalachian South, and to have the barest inkling of an understanding of being on the receiving end of bigotry, hatred, prejudice, injustice and violence - I am a gay-leaning bisexual intellectual autistic who grew up an live in a place where all of those things are rejected. I have been treated as a pariah, and physically assaulted at my former workplace because of it, and my experience still doesn’t qualify me to understand being Black. I accept that humbly. Second, I’m Autistic. Among other things, for me that means that when I see a man on the street, I don’t notice what color he is. I don’t mean I can’t see skin color - I’m not blind - but an autistic brain has to limit tha amount of outside information coming in so it can process it. As a part of this, my brain simply filters out any observation of skin color as irrelevant data, because so what? I don’t care if you’re green. You’re all Men to me, regardless of tint or shade. So, if I make a comment hereafter that seems out-of-touch, clueless, or insensitive, it will be because I don’t understand well enough to be properly savvy, and Autistics are notoriously tactless in spite of our best efforts otherwise. And now I have spent three long paragraphs just basically explaining why I, a white guy, should have the nerve to ask you black men a question - and it’s horrible that it’s come to this. On to the actual Question: I was lying on my bed reading about the protests and considering the possibility of going to Louisville to show solidarity in the demand for justice and equality. I would read accounts of individuals’ unjust, unfair, and far worse treatment simply because of their color. The whole concept of profiling drives me insane. I tried to extend these individual misfortunes to an entire population, and the magnitude of the suffering it added up to left me feeling helpless - how would my standing on a street in Louisville lift up even one individual’s life? Now, I know the answer to this. One person standing in the street may do nothing, but a million may change a society, and that million are composed of Ones who each have to decide to come forward. I get that. It becomes the rising tide that floats all boats. But I still can’t stop thinking about the problem on the individual level - the one-on-one human-to-human level where the healing has got to actually take place - and I asked myself if there was anything I could do for them. [Here’s the bit where I want to make sure I’m not misunderstood, and where I would appreciate your counsel.] It struck me that I don’t have much useful to offer. I can’t employ people, I have no influence or power or money. I felt I want to do something to remind these men that they are Men, and to know that there are those who honor and respect and value them exactly as they are. And then it occurred to me that that’s basically what I do whenever I host - I accept Men exactly as they are and use every skill I have to let them know how excellent they are, just as they are. So the idea came to me to offer some nights of hosting exclusively for Men of Color, not because I have some “BBC” fetish, but as an appreciation, and as a special service to that community. I can see such an offering being misunderstood. I feat that some could even be offended by it, though that is the farthest thing from my intention. How could I make such an offer in a way that would be understood to be genuine? How so that it would show the right kind of respect? Could such a service even be offered by a white ass like mine without conjuring up all the tawdry overtones of interracial porn? I would very much like to give myself to men who have suffered so that they can take their pleasure as all Men should, and know that in that room they are simply human. I would do my best to make them feel sooo good. It’s entirely possible that I’m crazy and this is a terrible, offensive idea, but that’s why I’m asking. I know you men will give it to me straight.

Part 7 "Sure you can see it" I told the kid, mentally willing my cock to remain semi - soft "but first, sniff this". I offered him my strongest poppers, shoving his nose into the jar and closing one nostril. "Sniff, deep, it won't hurt you but it will feel good". he did as commanded and we repeated it three or four times before I stood up in front of him, Jake still on his knees. I lifted the leg hole of my trunks slightly allowing my heavy uncut bell end to, weighed down further by the 6g PA. He literally gasped, moving closer to it in the process. "Unwrap it, Jakey", I instructed and he wrestled my trunks down over my thighs to reveal his prize. Without instruction, his tongue darted out to taste me and I was definitely beginning to lose my battle with the swelling blood vessels in my fuck weapon. "Open wide", I instructed and lowered my cock head and several inches of shaft into his soft mouth before sitting down on the sofa to enjoy the show, my hand on the back of his head. At this stage, he still had room to manoeuvre is tongue, which felt great, and to breathe. I knew he'd be getting a nice load of my potent pre which seemed to be to his liking judging by his groans. This seemed like a good time to pull him onto me a little deeper, which I did, dangling my cock head and PA down his throat and getting at least half of me into him. He gagged a couple of times, but not as much as most first timers (if that's what he was), obviously turned on and relaxed a little by the poppers. I now allowed myself to swell in him, experiencing the gorgeous sensation of a throat fighting to compress my cock and losing badly. I'm pretty thick all over but I've got a very pronounced cock head with a big narrowing off before the rest of my shaft begins, so I released the pressure on his head allowing him the impression of freedom but knowing full well that I was lodged in him, like a dog trapped in his bitch. Without a fair bit of pain, there was only really one direction my cock was going for now and I sat back on the sofa, leading Jake with me as he realised his predicament. Once comfy, I lifted my feet in the air and used my calf muscles to guide him further onto me, eventually feeling him ground out in my sweaty balls, fully impaled. He head was now ideally placed between my thighs so that when I sat up a little, I was able to use them to slowly rock him back on forward on my cock. You don't get a lot of movement like this but it suits me fine and looking down to see that dirty blond hair with my tree trunks wrapped around it was a major turn on. He was getting a little air on the out-stroke so I was able to rock him like this for five or ten minutes or so, in which time his little struggles and whimpers stopped and turned to groans. I could have kept it up all night to be honest but it felt like the right time to inject this little runt with a big hit of protein and my superior DNA, so I placed my hands back on his head and picked up the pace, watching him struggle for air as I did so. Looking down at him again I realised just how weak he was and, now, I wasn't feeling the need to protect but the need to predate. I clenched my thighs round him again then rolled us over so that the back of his head was on the sofa and I was able to truly fuck his throat, driving myself in and out of him. His hands were flailing on my arse in panic as I enjoyed him, my PA dragging up and down, outlined in him and clear to see for anyone who wanted to look. It was intense and, luckily for Jake, couldn't last long. In under a minute I felt my nut build and then a little pain as I struggled to flex my seed down my cock, which was heavily constrained in this fuck sleeve, and out into his empty stomach. I was growling loudly as Jake grew still under me, his soft little nose pressed into my bio haz tat, no air getting through to him at all. In seconds, my conscience returned a little and I dragged my cock out of him, his throat snagging on it's almost fully hard girth. He fell back, breathing but dazed as I sat down heavily next to him, sated for the moment.

Gonna be in atl this weekend and want to slut my hot twink boy out. He loves bbc pounding him without mercy and breeding him deep. He will be spun up and ready to get grouped , singled , doubled , whatever !!! Just be hung.

For the past month Chad (my coworker) has been fucking me nonstop and also arranging other guys to use me. 2 nights ago he t old me that 22 guys had bred me, not counting the truckers that had used me, and that he had arranged a party where i was going to be everyone's cumdump. It was at the black trio's place. When we got there he handed me a joint before we got out of the car and told me to smok we it while i stripped naked in the long country driveway. I was feeling pretty good by the time i was standing naked next to the truck when a couple guys came out of the house, their big cocks swinging freely as they walked. That was the last thing i saw that night as one of them handed me a blindfold. They led me to the front porch where one of them bent me over to finger my lubed ass and then slid into me. I'm a moaner when i get fucked and soon i was making a lot of sound as he pistoned into my ass. I heard a car arrive and then more. Guys made their way to the porch where they talked about the whore taking all their cocks. They all bred my ass and it wasn't long before cum was running over my shaved balls and down my legs. I heard the popping of cans and knew they were drinking beer. i was given bottle after bottle of beer to drink as i was getting fucked until my bladder was full and i started pissing as hard cocks were breeding me. I lost count of how many guys used me but i heard more cars coming and going. I was high and i was drunk. Finally i felt a hand at my ass and he slowly inserted until he was in me up to his wrist. I didn't care at that point. I was still so horny. Finally Chad took me home after hosing me down in their front yard. I woke up in a puddle of cum and very cum soaked sheets.

Looking to chat to toxic pigs to corrupt my neg body

Not wrong from where I’m sitting - the need for loads in our asses is real!

Seeing as a fair amount of this sites members can’t even separate black men from their dicks I personally am not holding my breath.

Took 3 loads at the Anmoore Adult bookstore yesterday afternoon...2 of the 3 fucked me in the hallways between the booths...on guy wore a mask on his face while he dumped the seed from his uncut cock into my sloppy hole! Was so good to get some cock and cum! Great Day!

Part 4 The next morning, Jake was keen to get back to his place and check in with his parents' doctors. I gave him breakfast, still just dressed in my briefs and enjoyed him snatching glances of my bulge. I could see him trying to make out the outline of my PA, the object of his attention. He changed back into his clothes and left, seemingly ok health-wise, though obviously worried. I couldn't help shoving the discarded boxer briefs to my nose as I picked them up off the floor and blood engorged my cock as I drank in his innocent smell. I knew I'd be hitting Grindr later but decided to hit the weights hard first. By midday, I was pumped and the sweat was running off me but Grindr was quiet as hell. Early days of this lockdown and my usual prey, the young twinks were obviously trying to behave. I hadn't logged into BBRTS in a while as it hadn't been necessary but I gave it a try. ignoring any messages from offline profiles I quickly zoned in on three local guys, all neg and all local. "RunnerBtm" turned out to be a fairly hot 40 something guy, working out of London (away from home) and basically isolated in a local hotel when he wasn't at work. we quickly established that he needed cock and liked it rough and raunchy. He was married with kids which made him hotter, in my book. My profile says "ask me", he didn't, but I did tell him I don't pull out. As instructed he was naked in his dark hotel room when I arrived. I had him strip me and then tongue my pits as he stood there. His head was at the perfect height and he knew better than to play with his "pathetic little cock" (actually the best part of 6'', but who's asking?). After he'd done a good job I pushed him to the floor on his back and squatted over his face, His facial hair tickled my swollen nuts as I teabagged him and he licked me clean and pretty soon I was rubbing my musky trench over his whole face. I was really getting into him tonging my manhole and he was doing a great job. Occasional smotherings kept him keen for air but what I really wanted was to plant a baby in his middle aged tummy, so after a while I chucked him face down on the bed and climbed aboard. I was rock solid and found his douched and pouty hole without the aid of my hands and I was quickly balls deep. His guts were velvety warm. caressing their invader and he only struggled as I pressed home into his inner sphincter, which gripped my PA on each outward stroke. "mmmm fag....you want my babies don't you?" "yes sir" he groaned in response "gonna plant them in you...a real fucking man. you fuck your wife with your maggot cock?" "yessir, but it's so small" "from now on, it will be my DNA that you fuck into her" "mmmm...yes sir" "so close...gonna poz you so deep" "what?" "poz you up dumb fuck" "no!!...pull...out..." Mmmm. The inevitable struggle. Sure fire way to milk my dick and sure enough I felt myself blasting inside his inner hole as he struggled weakly beneath me. I growled in his ear, staying in him to massage my essence into his being as he struggled, whimpered, gave in and then climaxed himself beneath me...but i was still thinking of Jake

Glad people are liking this so far! If anyone has any thoughts on what they'd like to happen, please feel free to share! Don't know where this is gonna go and would appreciate any suggestions. Chapter 2 "Are you serious?" I asked. "In here?" "Yea," Marco said. "Why not?" I was about to say something when Marco put the bottle of poppers under my nose and covered my nostril. "Breathe in pig." I obeyed and took in a big hit. Poppers were my biggest weakness, and I couldn't help but get lost in the slutty sensation that always washed over me with a poppers rush. "Yea, just like that." Marco said as he switched to my other nostril. "Give into your hunger for poz cock." I breathed in another big hit of poppers. As I exhaled, I thought about how all I wanted to give in to my hunger for poz cock. "Strip bitch," Marco said. In a frenzy I took off all my clothes, throwing them around without any regard. Determined to fully enjoy the moment, I got on my knees and swallowed Marco’s dick. It was huge! Easily 9 inches it was a poz cock worth worshipping, and worship it I did. I started nursing on the cock head, circling my tongue around the tip. After bobbing up and down for a bit I swallowed as much as I could, nearly getting all the way to the root. I stayed there, relishing the feeling of having my mouth stuffed with a stranger's poz cock. "That's it faggot!" Marco said grabbing my head, pulling my head deeper onto his cock. "Choke on it. Choke on my cock." I kept the cock in my mouth as long as I could, but before long I had to pull off. I was gasping for air as Marco grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look up at him. “Are you a cock hungry faggot?” Marco said before spitting on my face. I was taken aback by how much venom Marco had in his voice. He felt so powerful, and all I wanted to do was obey him. “Yes Sir!” I said. “I’m a cock hungry faggot and cumdump.” “Yea?” Marco asked. “Get on the blanket. Hands and knees, facing the mirror wall. I wanna see that fag hole.” Once in the commanded position, I had a momentary moment of panic. The mirror wall Marco was referring to was exactly what it sounded like: it was a wall lined with mirrors. Staring back from the glorified mirror was my reflection, naked in a church classroom, on my hand and knees. Taped to the mirror wall were the same bible verse posters and kid drawings I had noticed when I first walked in. I couldn’t do this. I mean this was blasphemous right? Who the hell gets fucked in a Sunday School classroom? I may be a whore who lets strangers in bathhouses breed them, but this was too low. This was depraved and sick. I wasn’t the kind of faggot cumdump who’d do something so perverted. I was about to tell Marco this when he got behind me and stuck his fingers up my hole, causing me to moan. “Fuck yea faggot!” Marco said as he fingered me. “This is too perfect. Already got a cummy hole for me. How many loads you got in there? “Ten Sir,” I said through gritted teeth. The part of me that still wanted to be a good Christian felt ashamed by that. The other, larger part of me, however, felt incredibly proud. Marco’s fingers felt fantastic fucking me. I almost got lost in the sensation of his finger fucking when I saw a “Jesus Loves Me” poster and remembered I needed to stop this. Finding new resolve to do so, I took in a breath and exhaled to center myself. I was about to tell Marco to stop when he took his cummy fingers out of my ass and shoved them into my mouth. “You taste that faggoy?” Marco asked. He grabbed my head with his other hand and directed it towards the mirror. “That’s the taste of cum from 10 different guys.” I shivered when we made eye contact. Marco’s looked so powerful, so in control. I loved being dominated by aggressive guys, and Marco was definitely putting me in my place. “Any of the loads in your ass poz boy?” Marco asked into my ear as he started gently teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. “I don’t know Sir,” I said. “They were all anon.” “You poz or neg boy?” Marco asked, still teasing the tip of his cock on my hole. “Neg Sir,” I said. “Are you on PrEP boy?” “No Sir.” Marco pushed harder against my hole, slipping his head in. Caught off guard I yelped. It wasn’t painful though. Feeling Marco’s big cock in my ass felt so good, so right. I needed more! “That’s a good faggot cumdump,” Marco said. “Repeat after me. Taking PrEP is the greatest blasphemy.” What? No, taking PrEP wasn’t the greatest blasphemy, this was! I had come to church wanting to be a good Christian, and I was completely failing. I mean I was letting a poz stranger fuck me raw in a Sunday School classroom! As I stared into Marco’s reflection, the thought went through my mind again, only this time it felt different. I had come to church wanting to be a good Christian, and instead I was letting a poz stranger fuck me raw in a Sunday School classroom. That was incredibly sick and twisted, and I loved it. I loved that instead of listening through a sermon I left, snuck into the church basement, and was letting a poz stranger use me like a whore. And in a Sunday School classroom! Suddenly, it was like everything was clear. This is was being a faggot cumdump on a whole other level, and I wanted to go even lower. With that revelation I said what at the moment was the only truth that mattered. “Taking PrEP is the greatest blasphemy.” As though on autopilot, I found myself pushing my ass onto Marco’s poz cock. A devilish grin spread across Marco’s face, and I knew at that moment I’d do any act of perversion he wanted. “Fuck yea faggot. Keep fucking yourself onto my toxic poz cock. Worship that poz cock with your hole like a good slut.” Determined to be a good faggot for Marco, I did as I was told. I kept pushing back onto his poz cock to the rhythm of his fuck, and for a while the only sound in the room were our grunts. Then he asked the questions that would forever change my world. “Are you a Christian boy?” Marco asked. I was confused at first. Why was he asking this now? Wanting to be a good faggot though, I answered. “Yes Sir,” I said. And suddenly, my ass was empty. I was stunned. What happened. Why had Marco stopped? Other than taking his cock out of me, Marco had me in the same position and hold. I made eye contact with him in the mirror again, and when I did I knew something serious was about to happen. “You know at first I was gonna come down here and worship by myself, but then you walked into the balcony. I knew just by looking at you you were a pig for poz cock. Was I wrong boy?” I took in Marco’s reflection, and for some reason I couldn’t explain, doing so made me feel strong. Better yet, I felt like I was being seen. “You were right Sir,” I said. “I’m a pig for poz cock.” I was going to stop there when I thought of something else I wanted to say. “I’m...I’m a bugchaser Sir.” I couldn’t believe it. I actually spoke my biggest truth out loud. I’m a bugchaser. I had never told anyone that before, at least not in person. A feeling of intense fulfillment washed over me, which only grew when I noticed Marco was looking at me with pride. “I’m gonna give you a choice boy. You can stay a Christian, and we’ll stop. Or, I can shove my toxic poz cock back up your unprotected neg hole, breed you, and baptise you into a poz cock worshipper. I’m not here today as a Christian. I worship poz cock, and I’m here to commit acts of perversion to honor it. Pozzing neg hole in a Sunday School room is way better than just jacking off in one. So what’s it gonna be boy? Are you staying a Christian, or are you gonna worship poz cock with me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was this really happening? How had choosing to go to church for the first time in years led to me choosing whether to be Christian or a poz cock worshipper? Nothing about this situation made sense, but I knew how I answered would determine how I lived for the rest of my life. With that in mind, there was only one thing to choose. “Poz cock,” I said, beaming with pride at my decision. “Let’s worship poz cock. Poz me! Poz me in this Sunday School classroom!” And with that, Marco slammed his toxic pox cock back into my unprotected neg hole. He fucked with fury as we celebrated the gift of poz cock. I had never felt so happy than I did in that moment accepting poz cock as my whole world. Suddenly Marco paused. “What’s your name boy?” Marco asked. “Jacob Sir,” I said. “I’m a faggot, bugchasing cumdump and my name is Jacob.” “Well Jacob,” Marco said while pulling all the way out until just the tip of his poz cock was in. “Do you, a faggot, bugchasing cumpdump, accept poz cock and cum as your salvation?” “Yes Sir, I accept poz cock and cum as my salvation.” Marco slammed all the way in, and pulled back out to the tip. ““Do you, Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, accept that PrEP is the greatest blasphemy and pledge that you will never let it into your body?” “Yes Sir, I accept that PrEP is the greatest blasphemy and pledge that I will never let it into my body.” Again, Marco slammed all the way in, and pulled back out to the tip. This time his hold around my neck tightened. “Do you, Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit your life to taking as much poz cock and cum into your body?” “Yes,” I said, struggling a bit through Marco’s choke hold. “I Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit my life to taking as much poz cock and cum into my body.” Marco slammed violently back in. He pulled back out to the tip, digging the nails of his fingers so hard into my skin I thought he’d draw blood. “And finally, do you, Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit to worshipping poz cock through acts of perversion, filth, obsession, and leading neg whores to the poz brotherhood?” “Yes, I Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit to worshipping poz cock through acts of perversion, filth, obsession, and leading neg whores to the poz brotherhood.” And with that Marco started fucking me like a mad man. Never had I had such an intense fuck. I attempted to match his thrust, but he was so wild all I could do was go limp and enjoy being fucked into submission. After what felt like forever but was probably only 10 minutes, Marco finally spoke again. “Here it comes boy.” As Marco kept pounding I waited with anticipation. This was it. I was finally going to get his toxic poz load. A load that would mark me as a poz cock worshipper, and would hopefully lead to my conversion into a poz faggot cumdump. “Yes Sir! Poz me!” I screamed so loud I wondered if the congregation upstairs heard me. “I worship poz cock,” I murmured to myself as I enjoyed the depravity and perversion of the situation. “I worship poz cock. I worship poz cock.” “Praise poz cock!” Marco screamed as he switched from rapid, shallow pumps to slower, deep pumps. “I baptise this faggot bugchasing cumdump Jacob in toxic poz cum and grant it salvation, perversion, filth, and obsesion.” I could feel Marco’s thick and toxic poz cock pulse against my hole, as well as the heat from Marco’s toxic poz cum filling me up. “Praise poz cock,” I said. I couldn’t believe it. I had just converted into a poz cock worshipper. In a way, it felt like an affirmation for who I already was. By not going on PrEP and frequently going to bathhouses, I was already bugchasing. I always felt the most authentic in bathhouses, in large part because I got to worship cock. Bathhouses were now officially my church, and I planned to worship poz cock there often as possible. As the pulses from his cock slowed down, so did Marco’s pumping. Soon he stopped completely, and after a moment’s rest he pulled out. When Marco let go of me I collapsed onto the blanket. I was completely spent, and wanted nothing more than to lay there. But Marco had one or task for me. Coming around and stepping in front of me, he aimed his cock at my face. “Thirsty faggot?” Before I could answer Marco started pissing on me. I was shocked at first. But then, the desire for perversion, filth, and obsession came over me. Pushing myself up and getting into a more comfortable position, I opened my mouth and maneuvered so Marco was pissing it. Eagerly I drank as much as I could. Some overflowed onto my body, so I rubbed what didn’t make it into my mouth into my skin as though it were lotion. Before my baptism in toxic poz cum, the idea of being showered in piss in a Sunday School classroom while a church service went on upstairs would’ve been abhorrent. Now, I reveled in it as a poz cock worshipper. “Praise poz cock,” Marco said. “Praise poz cock,” I said. Marco put out his hand and pulled me up when I took it. Once I was standing he pulled me into a deep kiss, causing me to melt into his arms. Pulling away, he looked at me with unexpected affection. “Wanna commit acts of perversion to worship poz cock?” Marco asked. “Fuck yea,” I said. “Good. Now let’s get out of here before one of the Christians upstairs discovers two poz cock worshippers desecrating a Sunday School classroom.” We both burst out laughing. After one more kiss on the lips Marco started gathering his clothes. I started to do the same when a wicked thought crossed my mind. A wicked, perverted, filthy thought. I started jacking off my cock as I walked toward the mirror wall, stopping in front of the poster that said “Jesus Loves Me.” At hip level, it was the perfect height for my plan. “Hey what are you doing?” Marco asked. “We need to go.” In my periphery vision I could see in the reflection he had moved behind me. I looked back at him and flashed the most wicked smile I could muster as he looked at me with confusion. “Praise poz cock,” I said with conviction. Looking back at the “Jesus Loves Me” poster, I continued to jack off while saying “praise poz cock” over and over. I thought about how in trying to be a better Christian I ended up letting myself be corrupted into a poz cock worshipper. I thought about how if my church-going family knew what I was doing they’d be appalled and disgusted. I thought about how church-going teenage Jacob would’ve been shocked and horrified by how low I’ve gone. I thought about how mid-twenties Jacob would be thrilled by how I’ve descended into the faggot bugchasing cumdump he was too scared to be. Finally, I thought about the only thing that mattered: Poz cock and cum. When I was almost ready to cum, I moved closer to the poster. “Praise poz cock, praise poz cock,” Marco muttered along with me, now standing right behind me. Briefly I glanced away from the poster and at Marco’s reflection in the mirror. Based on his smirk I could tell he knew what I was going to do. “Praise poz cock,” I screamed before blasting a massive load of cum onto the “Jesus Loves Me” poster. After taking a moment to appreciate my work, I licked up what was hopefully my last neg load off the poster. I made sure not to swallow anything, and once I lapped up everything I turned around and pulled Marco into a kiss to feed him my blasphemous load. We snowballed for a bit, until finally all the cum had been swallowed.. “Okay,” Marco said, pulling away. “This time we actually have to go.” “Okay fine,” I said. “Can we keep worshipping poz cock?” Marco laughed and smacked my ass. “Baby,” Marco said. “We’ll be worshipping poz cock for the rest of our lives.”

I discovered the Bull in Berlin about five or six years ago when one of my friends recommended it to me. I was spending the weekend in Berlin - one of my very favourite places to unwind. I had spent a very enjoyable and relaxing Saturday roaming through the streets of the city and was meeting some friends for dinner in the evening. I had been working hard for weeks and had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to cruising in the Tiergarten later on but around 11pm it started raining heavily. I was disappointed - I really wanted to find a fit arse to fuck and I was also very much in the mood to drop my pants and bend over to take a few loads myself. I was just debating what to do when I remembered that one of my friends had recommended the Bull and I decided to try it out. I arrived there shortly after midnight and found a front bar which opened out at the back into a large darkroom with a toilet leading off it. It was quite quiet when I got there at first and I had a couple of drinks and then ventured into the darkroom and watched two guys fucking bareback for a while before returning to the bar for another drink. The place was filling up now and soon it was quite busy. I was ready for some action now and made my way back to the darkroom. It was packed now and guys were sucking and fucking all around. There was a real mix of guys, some young, some older, some really fit looking young lads, some guys who looked a bit gaunt and one or two who looked positively ravaged. I noticed straight away that almost no one was using condoms and I knew I was going to enjoy myself. I watched a young blond twink being fucked and loaded by a much older guy and soon I was being sucked off by a tall, slim, dark haired guy. He sucked me for a while and then offered me his arse. I slid up him easily and fucked him for a while but I didn't want to cum yet so after a while I pulled out and let the guy standing next to me take over. I enjoyed cruising in the dark room for a bit longer, sucking a couple of cocks and slipping mine up a young lad I had noticed at the bar earlier on. I cruised around for a while longer and then went back to the bar for another drink. A really nice looking, slightly chubby guy made room for me and we smiled at each other. He was really attractive and I had noticed him in the darkroom earlier. He had been standing at the side watching the action but had not joined in. I made my way back to the darkroom and soon I was fucking a guy who was lying in one of the slings. I looked round and noticed the chubby guy standing watching the action again. I pulled out the guy in the sling and as I did another guy pushed his cock up him. I had noticed this guy earlier on - he had short blond hair and very piercing eyes. He was wearing a striped T shirt and on his upper left arm I could see a biohazard tattoo. He also had a big thick cock and as I watched him fucking the lad in the sling my cock was harder than it had been in a long time. I went for another drink and when I came back the chubby guy was bent over the bench at the side of the darkroom being fucked - I watched for a while and when the guy pulled out him I took his place. The chubby guy didn't look round as I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed it up his arse. I was really horny now and I enjoyed every minute of fucking this fit lad's arse. I knew I wouldn't last long and so I started off slowly and then I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him faster. After about ten or twelve more thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load of cum into his arse. I left the darkroom and went for another drink. Even though I had just cum heavily, I was still very horny and I knew I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I thought about the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo and my dick started to get hard again. I went into the toilet, lubed my arse and then went back into the darkroom and soon I was sucking off a fit looking dark haired guy. I sucked him for a while and then stood up. We kissed and his hand went down the back of my pants and found my hole. I sucked him for a bit longer and then I pulled my pants down and offered my arse. He slid up me easily and soon I was being fucked hard in the middle of the darkroom. It was very horny - the lad I had fucked earlier was bent over next to me taking another raw cock up his fit arse and all around I could see bare cocks sliding up unprotected arses. The dark haired guy was fucking me harder now and then he pushed his cock right up me and held it there and I knew I was being filled with cum. When he pulled out I looked around and saw the guy with the piercing eyes standing to the side looking at me. I knew he could give me what I wanted and slowly I turned round and pushed my arse in his direction. Nothing happened for a moment and then I felt him behind me . I pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole. I pushed back and felt his big cock slide slowly but surely right up my arse. He began to fuck me, slowly at first and then he began to fuck me harder. He took hold of my hips and began to fuck me even harder and then he pulled me up and said something in my ear. I understand German perfectly well and I knew he was asking me if I wanted him to poz me. I nodded and he pushed me back down and began to fuck me harder than I had been fucked in a long long time - it was one of the best fucks of my life. I could tell he was getting close and I knew that I knew that within seconds I was going to take a load of toxic cum into my arse. I took hold of my cock and began to wank as he pulled me close and pushed his cock right up me. As I felt his cum pumping into me I shot another big load of cum out in front of me. It was about a year later I was back in the Bull looking forward to some more horny fun. I was having a drink at the bar when I noticed the doorman talking to a fit young lad who had just come into the bar. He was trying to explain something and the lad didn't seem to understand. I went over to help and explained to the lad that he was being asked to check in his bag behind the bar and would have to pay a euro. The lad grinned at me, thanked me for helping him out and offered to buy me a drink. "I'm Sam," he said. I told him my name and we shook hands. It turned out that Sam was from the same part of Scotland as me, was 19 years old and was a student in his second year at university. He was a very fit looking young lad, slim with dark, floppy hair, an engaging smile and an incredibly fit arse. I asked him what had brought him to the Bull and he told me that he had recently split up with his boyfriend and one of his friends had told him the Bull was a good place to have some fun. I finished my drink and said I was going to explore the darkroom. Sam grinned and said he would need to have a few more drinks before he ventured in there and I left him to it. I had some fun in the darkroom and when I came back to the bar Sam was finishing one drink and starting another. He grinned at me and I smiled back. A little later I noticed him standing at the side of the darkroom watching the action. He seemed to be frowning and after a while he left the darkroom. When I went back into the bar he came over to me. "Do they not have any condoms here?" he asked. I shook my head. "I guess you have to bring your own." "Oh, right," he said. "Do you like to play safe, then?" I asked. Sam nodded, looking very serious, "Always." he said When I came back to the bar a little later, Sam was flirting heavily with a very good looking blond guy. He had clearly had a few more drinks and as I watched them I realised that I had met the blond guy before. I didn't really know him, but I had met him a couple of times in company with my friend Rudi. I remembered that his name was Timo and I remembered being told that, like Rudi, Timo was HIV positive and not on any meds. I could see that Sam was all over him and after a while, Timo took him by the hand and led him towards the darkroom. A few minutes later I was in the darkroom watching from a discrete distance as they kissed and before too much longer Sam was down on his knees sucking Timo's cock. He sucked him for a while and then Timo pulled him up and they kissed again. Timo said something and Sam nodded and then pulled his trousers and his white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. Timo pulled out a small pack of lube and began to finger some into Sams arse. He then put some on the end of his cock and began to push it against Sam's hole. Sam didn't resist and soon Timo was pushing his big bare cock right up Sam's arse. He gave Sam a moment to get used to it and then began to fuck him. I got my cock out and began to play with it as I watched them fuck. Sam was being fucked quite hard now and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. I could see that Timo was getting close and as I watched he pushed his cock right up Sam's arse, held it there, and bred him. A little later, Sam was back at the bar sinking another drink. He grinned at me and I smiled back, wondering if he had any idea that he now had a toxic load deep in his bottom. I had another drink and got chatting to a guy I knew slightly while Sam downed another couple of drinks, one after the other. He then got up and steadied himself against the bar before making his way rather unsteadily towards the darkroom. I entered the darkroom just behind him and watched as he walked over to the other side of the room, stood for a moment, and then pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent over the bench, arse in the air. Seconds later he was being fucked bareback by an older guy who fucked him until he shot his load up him and when he pulled out another guy took over and then another. Sam was now sucking on any cock that was presented to him as he let guys breed his arse without even looking round. I was just about to take my turn when I noticed the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo who had bred me the year before step up and push his cock up Sam's arse. He shot his load quite quickly and when he pulled out I took his place. My cock slid up Sam's cummy hole easily and I began to fuck him. I knew I wouldn't last very long and after about ten or twelve thrusts I began to shoot my load into his cum filled arse. As I finished cumming he turned round and grinned drunkenly at me as a thin, gaunt, older guy with a scorpion tattoo took his turn. I watched two more guys fuck him before he pulled up his pants and stumbled out of the darkroom. I joined him at the bar and he grinned and leaned in close to me "I've been a bit naughty," he said with a grin, "I'll need to be more careful from now on." A short time later I was walking through the deserted streets on my way back to my hotel, enjoying the warm summer air. I thought about Sam and wondered just how many guys had bred him that night and how many of them had deposited a toxic load in him. I wondered if he would go back to playing safe and reflected that it probably wouldn't make much difference either way now. I was fairly sure that Sam was going to leave Berlin with something he didn't have when he arrived.

Saw some XTube vids the other day of FTMs being fucked bareback and I see now that Treasure Island Media has released its first FTM vid called “Bussy”. Who knew that seeing FTMs being fucked raw in their front hole wold be such a total turn on for me. Anybody know of good sites, XTube vids or porn featuring FTM bareback porn?

I never been so horny and frustrated since I was a teen loitering the changing rooms, hoping for a Daddy to notice...

Assuming that this isn’t a fantasy and you’re simply looking for similar titillation (it has been known around here) I’ll take your question at face value. If this is indeed the case, then these are deep waters, and you have been unwise in allowing a Dominant - any Dominant - to advance to this level without prearranged and mutually understood and agreed-upon boundaries and limits. As a submissive, you have a responsibility to yourself to protect yourself from predation by unethical abusers. I fully understand the effect that a Dominant Male can have on a submissive the moment He enters the room - will and determination can melt away like wax in a furnace, and suddenly you’ll do anything for a hint that He’s pleased with you. The reality is that the relationship may be very one-sided. Without further information it’s hard to guess. Does he bring other men to use you and not participate himself? Has he instructed you to go to a given location to service someone? If others are involved it raises the possibility of something transactional taking place at your expense, and you should extricate yourself from the situation at once. More than one person has found him- or herself trapped in a life of sexual servitude this way. If the Dom is getting you to do unpleasant things in spite of your expressing that it’s crossing a hard limit, he clearly does not have your best interest at heart. If he is employing blackmail, even by suggestion, or other forms of coercion, his motives are not benign, and again, you must pull away. It could be as simple as him wanting to see how depraved he can make you before he tires of you, or - one dislikes to consider the possibility - he could be ‘grooming’ you for something. On the other hand, there is the possibility - and you are unclear on this point - that you simply have not clearly expressed to him that you don’t like what you’re doing, and if he knew he might be perfectly willing to stop. You have a role to play, too, in setting your own boundaries, and “But I’m so submissive” isn’t an adequate excuse for not looking after your own interest once you sense that something is wrong. Having armed him with all the pics and video he has, you may have limited yourself to undesirable options for ending your predicament. The only certain way to defeat a blackmailer is to render the evidence he holds irrelevant, and therefore worthless. In the worst scenario, you may have to simply say, “Do your worst, but I’m done with you.” And be ready to mitigate the consequences that, after all, you yourself allowed to come into being. There is also the possibility of counteraction, in which you document the abuse in such a way that he would be compromised by its exposure - but that’s a bolder and more dangerous path. My personal experience has only stood along the edge of this kind of situation, and fortunately there were friendly allies in a position to intervene. Still, the incident taught me caution, and taught me that there are some Dominant Males who genuinely view submissives as toys... or worse. It’s why I’m always asking Tops here whether they really mean what they say about what they think of faggot cumdumps, or they’re just having fun talking. I’m not going to judge them, but as one of those cumdumps, it’s important for me, and submissives like you, to know where we truly stand.

I've always kept work and play completely separate, but there have been a few times that I've crossed that boundary. 2 of those times were an accident. Two of the times weren't technically at work, as that would mean I'd be hooking up in a lav, which I WON'T do. 20+ years ago I was a concierge at a hotel in downtown Denver. There was something going on in town and we had a lot of state level senators and congressmen from around the country. One of them stopped by my desk and was flirting with me, and asked if there was any way I could visit his room. He said he was married and needed to be discreet. When I got off at 3, I was able to sneak up to his floor pretty easily. I hadn't BB'd very much, but would on occasion at that point. He didn't mention anything about a condom, nor did I. We just got naked and I let him fuck me. It was pretty quick, I'm sure I wasn't in there more than 30 minutes. A few years after I started flying I was living in NYC and laying over in Chicago, and went to Steamworks (I was in full BB mode at this point). I probably took a few loads that night, one of them being a guy about my age, and a very sensual top considering we met at a bath house. Months later I'm working a flight from ORD-LGA and one of the passengers looks familiar. It was the Steamworks guy. He was an employee commuting to NYC to work his trip. It wasn't awkward or anything, we just exchanged hello's and a wink. Oddly, I never worked a flight with him. Recently, within the last year, I was laying over in Phoenix and had a "come fuck me" ad posted on BBRT. 3 guys had hit me up and were all on their way over. One of them was really hung and the most fun of the three. He wound up staying longer than the other 2 and I got a couple of loads from him. When he was getting ready to head home, he saw my suitcase and asked if I was crew, and I said I was. He said he was also, and asked who I worked for. I told him and he said "me too". I've kept in touch with him and we've met up a few times, he's always cool to play 1 on 1 or as part of a group. He's no longer in Phoenix but we text every month to compare schedules and if I'm going to be in his current city, see if he'll be able to stop by. We have no crossing paths in June, but I have no doubt we'll fuck again.

Game Time: Prelude Jake, Sean, and Owen were bored. The three friends were all in their early 30’s, and the usual hook-up apps and casual sex were no longer doing it for them. They were frustrated, and even with all the hot Chicago men at their disposal, they all were craving something new. Something more adventurous. Something that makes a good story. The three friends couldn’t be more different from each other, both in physical description and sexual conquest. Up to this point, Owen was a serial monogamist. Throughout his adult life, he was always the friend in the long-term relationship, who had a partner, who had the tame vanilla stories to share. He was a medium height ginger, formerly a twink that has evolved into a lanky yet sexy nerd. Equipped with a medium girth, veiny 7.5” cock, Owen has been exclusively a top for the last decade. And Owen is on the rebound. After spending the bulk of the last decade in closed relationships and having his heart shattered by discovering his last boyfriend in bed with a passing-through pilot, he is itching to finally have a bit of a slut phase. At the other end of the spectrum, Jake has never had a long-term relationship, and has no desire to change this. When he’s not working out at the gym, Jake likes to offer up his hole as a cum dump to anyone that might need a tight hole to unload. Anonymous dark rooms, adult bookstores, glory holes, bathhouses – these are all perfect playgrounds for Jake. With a bottle of poppers and a shot of lube always in his pocket, Jake is prepared at a moment’s notice and perpetually cum-hungry. Jake always has a story or ten for Sean and Owen that blows their minds and hardens their cocks. Fairly muscular, Jake is the type of guy that gets mistaken at first for having “top energy,” but he has no interest in topping whatsoever. A perfectly trimmed beard and impeccably coiffed hair top off his cut physique. That being said, even with taking multiple loads most days, Jake is still looking for a bigger thrill. Then there is Sean. Sean is a 5’11” cub with scruffy and dark hair who is highly involved in the kink community. With a love for leather, Sean is a bottom verse when fucking, but loves to fist a nice hole. Sean has a prolific Instagram filled with thotty pics of him in jock straps, harnesses, pup hoods, and body suits (and surprisingly has only been reported twice!). That said, for all the gear and toys Sean has collected over the years, he has gotten into a rut with his scenes. Being a very picky person that meticulously plans, it takes a lot to get an invite into Sean’s playroom. This pickiness, however, has led Sean to be somewhat frustrated with his sex life. Despite all his followers online and his likes, he is jealous of Jake’s ability to just let go and enjoy sex wherever, whenever. Based on their personalities, it is obvious why Sean and Jake were surprised one day when Owen made an interesting proposal over brunch at their favorite diner. “I think we should play a game, kinda like a truth or dare, but only dares.” Owen blurted out to the other two. See, Owen was itching to let it all go and slut out, but his guilt complex needed someone else to pull the trigger for him. He dreamed of having a dominant man tell him what to do and how to be a cumpig, but he didn’t want to trust just anyone. So, who better than his best friends Sean and Jake to control the fate of his slutty coming of age? “Oh? Like what? Daring you to dye your hair blue? Or actually show up late one time somewhere?” Jake asked, poking fun at Owen’s obsession for perfection. “No, like, sexual dares. Like we set up scenes for each other, send time and location, maybe minimal instructions, and then we must carry out the dares from each other.” Sean was so shocked at the suggestion he choked on his coffee. Jake, however, could see exactly what was happening. His dear tightly wound friend needed a release and was ready to let it all explode. A huge smirk spread across his face. His mind was already reeling at what trouble he could prescribe for his dear friends. He had plenty of favors to call in to give Owen exactly what he was craving. “Wait, why?” Sean inquired. “Well, it’s rare that all three of us are available at the same time, and what better way to celebrate the three of us being single than helping each other explore our kinks and expand our horizons. Plus, think of the stories we will have during brunch.” “I’m in.” Jake interjected. He’s already hard under the table thinking about this. He never would have predicted Owen would make this suggestion, but he is happy he did. “So, that is two of us. Sean, it’ll be fun… and you always say I need to be more adventurous and spontaneous.” Owen added. “Fine, let’s see where this goes.” Sean gave in. “Perfect, the first set of dares have to be executed in the next two weeks. We know each other’s schedules pretty well, so that will help. Let’s start clockwise. Jake, you make a dare for me. I will make a dare for Sean, and Sean dares Jake. At any time, we will text each other at minimum a place and time. Little more instruction if need, but not too much. And any extras we might need to bring. And if this works out, we go counterclockwise and dare some more. Sound good?” Owen said. “You had this all planned out before even getting here today, didn’t you?” Sean responded. “Of course, you know me.” Owen answered. “Well boys, let’s have some fun with each other. No limits here, this is going to be good.” Jake added. And with that, the game began. The boys continue their normal brunch conversation, but each of them starts planning what mischief they can get their friends into over the next few weeks. To be continued…

PART 8: ASHTON’S WRESTLING MISADVENTURE If Ashton remembered anything from his breeding Friday night, he didn’t mention it Saturday, although Jimmy and I exchanged a few knowing glances and winks at times. We all slept until about 10 a.m. and woke up refreshed as if we never had a drink the night before. Ashton was his same outgoing, fun, young self. I truly think he didn’t remember being sucked off or having a potent load of HIV pumped into his jock hole just a few hours earlier. I treated Jimmy and Ashton to lunch at one of my favorite bistros in town, and from there we headed to the arena to begin a busy day and evening of entertaining about 600 fans. Ashton was a hit with the crowd, and later he told me he sold about $250 worth of t-shirts and 8-by-10 photos. His match would be first on the card that night, and I was so busy that I didn’t even have a chance to talk with him to plan. I finally saw him about 10 minutes before bell time, and he approached me and asked if I had any requests. For the first time, I saw his attire for his match: White wrestling boots, no shirt (thankfully), and a pair of skintight, faded jeans with holes carefully ripped to reveal just the right amount of skin while barely keeping a PG image. Tonight, he was playing the “good guy” in his match. Damn, the girls and gays will eat this up, I thought. I wished him good luck and went to chat with his opponent for the night -- Joe, that 6-4, mature, burly, hairy, muscle god I’d booked to abuse my previous toy Cody weeks earlier. I gave Joe clear instructions: “Don’t go easy on this kid. Find a way to grab the holes in those jeans and rip ‘em to shreds. Give him a few minutes to look good and come back late but destroy him in the end. Whatever’s left of his jeans, bring them back to me. I’ve got an extra $100 for you.” Joe winked and laughed heartily as his thick hairy chest heaved. He said, “That’s twisted, but I’m not even gonna ask why. But you got it, boss.” His eyes lingered a little more than usual with mine as he answered, and something in my mind told me that he and I just might think more alike than I realized. In his eyes I saw a twinkle, yet there was a hint of evil understanding. And he wasn’t kidding about carrying out my wishes. Sexy Ashton got in a few good moves early, but Joe turned up the heat quickly and began a vicious beatdown of the jock kid. I counted at least 6 times when Joe grabbed Ashton by the holes in his jeans to either lift him up or toss him across the ring. Each time, Ashton’s jeans ripped further, and large chunks of denim eventually came loose and littered the ring. Joe allowed Ashton a brief comeback near the end of the 15-minute encounter, as planned, before once again grabbing a piece of loose denim and lifting the stud over his head. As Ashton came crashing down, his entire left denim pant leg stayed in Joe’s hand. Ashton crashed to the mat on his back, his left leg thoroughly exposed so much that the bottom of his white jock strap was on full display. A rip had developed all the way to his crotch enough to show his cock bulging through the white jock strap to anybody who chose to look. Joe sneered as the ref counted 1-2-3 and declared the big man as the winner. He grimaced to the crowd as they booed the brute’s vicious attack. As Joe stood, he took one final souvenir off the jock’s body – with one swoop, he grabbed the rip at the boy’s denim crotch and pulled, tearing another huge chunk of jeans off the kid and leaving him wearing just a few shreds of demin covering a well-filled white jock strap. Joe stomped back to the locker room, gathering up all the pieces of Ashton’s ripped jeans as he went. Ashton slowly lifted his sweaty body off the mat, revealing his scantily clad young, sweaty physique as catcalls echoed off the walls and flashes from camera phones lit up the ring. But Ashton clearly enjoyed the attention, and even in his legitimate pain, I could see his cock swell slightly in his jock, exposed from the lack of denim. The boy slowly walked to the back, where Joe and I were waiting and enjoying a laugh. “Damn, you didn’t hold back,” Ashton said as he walked toward Joe. He looked down and saw that I was holding all the remnants of the tight jeans that just moments ago had hugged Ashton’s sweaty body. They would be great reminders of the weekend – but for me, not Ashton. “Yeah, Joe plays kinda rough,” I said. Joe and I chuckled as Ashton rubbed the back of his neck and headed for the shower. Ashton and Jimmy went out for drinks that night, but I went home and straight to bed. The next morning, Ashton was limping, obviously in pain. Turns out that when Joe had gone in to rip the last shreds of denim (and dignity) off the kid, he discretely grabbed a handful of Ashton’s dick and balls (either intentionally or by mistake) briefly before tearing away the denim. I guess Joe has a sadistic side, too. Maybe he and I really do think alike more than I’d realized. Ashton and Jimmy were back on the road by noon. I tossed in another $200 to Ashton’s payout to buy new jeans, and he was more than appreciative. We all vowed to work together again when our schedules would allow. Two weeks later, I saw a post on Ashton’s social media that caught my attention: “Hi folks, I’m really sorry to share this but I’ve been fighting what feels like the flu, so I have to cancel my two events this weekend. Thank you for everybody’s support and I will see you soon!” Looks like we both had a souvenir from that weekend. I got the remnants of his sweaty wrestling gear, and he got my virus.

great story - well written, extremely hot, the path the teacher is leading his student on - down into depravity.... can't wait for the next chapter.

Part 3 I had only kissed one other person like this before and I was drunk at the time so it was mostly a blur. But the T made me more aware of the feeling of Mr. Kelly....dad....kissing me and wrapping both of his arms around me his hairy chest pressed against me. Our making out was so heated like we were trying to devour each other. I just took his lead and tried to do what he was doing and it was so hot. He broke the kiss but didn't pull away more than a couple inches. He looked into my eyes. "I want to show you everything you want and more. But we will take this at your pace. I promise. Just tell me if I am pushing you too far and we will stop. Is that ok son?" He said the magic word. When he called me son I felt myself melt into him. It made me want him, dad, even more. "Yes dad" was all I could say. I was so horny and my cock was aching to be touched. I reached down to my crotch and noticed that I wasn't hard at all. I didn't understand it but I figured by the time my pants came off it would be hard again. "Why don't we go into the bedroom? I have a TV in there too." He got up off the couch and took my hand and lifted me off it. He grabbed the pipe and the torch and led me into his bedroom. Against one wall was a king size bed. I had never seen one so big before. It was bigger than my parents bed. On the opposite wall was another TV mounted to the wall. "Go ahead and sit up on the bed. I think there's a movie I have that youre gonna like." He was at a small desk with his laptop on it. I sat up in the bed on one side against the headboard to get a good TV watching position. In a minute the TV was on and a video started. Two guys sitting on a couch fully clothed and staring into the camera. It was obvious right off the bat that these two were related. The older guy looked around my dad and Mr. Kelly's age and the younger guy looked around my age and he looked like he would be what the older guy looked like 20 years before. Mr. Kelly...dad...it was hard to get out of the habit of thinking of him as my teacher...before he came to the bed he went into his closet and pulled out a small cloth bag. He got onto the bed and told me to get closer to him. "We'll make use of every inch of this bed eventually, but let's sit close now." I pulled myself over more to the center of the bed so that our arms were touching. "What do you say you take off the shirt son?" I did as he asked and soon dad and son were both topless. He rubbed my chest and brought his hand down to my stomach and crotch. That first feeling of another man's hands on my body was like electricity. I was shivering. The dad and son on the screen were starting to rub each other's legs. Dad pulled out of his cloth bag another small bag of what looked like chunks of crystals. "I'm going to reload the pipe so we can smoke a little more. You liked it right? Do you want to do more son?" That word again. "Yeah dad. I like it a lot. It's weird I got so horny after those hits but I'm not hard at all." "That happens to some people son. I wouldn't worry about it. As long as you're feeling good that's all that matters." He dropped some of the crystal pieces into the bulb and I heard the now familiar sound of the click of the torch. He took the first hit and then began to pass the pipe back and forth between the two of us. Each time he would hold the pipe to my mouth telling me to suck in as long as it was there and then he would tell me to hold it in until he did his next hit. The tingling continued and spread throughout my body but I also felt something else happening. It's hard to explain. It felt like something in my mind was being opened. Like the hits were the key that would release what was inside. And I was feeling that what was inside was all the dirty thoughts I had that I didn't want to tell anyone and that I didn't want to tell myself. "How are you feeling son?" dad asked. "Oh dad" was all I could say in response. My head was being flooded with thoughts I always thought were so dirty about gay sex and gay incest. I think he could tell that I was changing. He smiled and chuckled again. "Feeling good huh? How would you feel if I suggested we get naked?" I didn't wait to respond. I just stripped of my clothes. I wanted to be naked with this man. With my dad. And I wanted to feel our bodies pressed together. I swept the rest of my clothes off the bed and onto the floor and turned back to him. He was naked too and I think I gasped at the sight of him. I was with a hot man who looked better naked then clothed. And what I could not miss was the biggest cock I had ever seen. From stealing glances in the locker room, most of us were pretty much the same size. But dad was long and thicker than anything I could compare it to. Nothing came to mind. He noticed me staring. "Are you ok son?" "You're so huge dad." He smiled again. "Yes. I am pretty big compared to most guys. Do you like that it's big?" I didn't know how to respond. "I think so...but I just never thought they got that thick before." He grabbed his hard cock. "It is very thick. Probably not too much bigger than average lengthwise." I could see that his fingers did not touch when he wrapped his hand around his cock. "Come back over here and sit with me. We can watch more of the movie." I climbed back into the center of the bed and he put his arm back around me and pulled me close. He had the pipe in the hand that was around me and he lit it again so that I could take another big hit. We both took two or three more. By that point I had lost count. I was just flying and thinking the thoughts that I had kept inside for so long. Dad told me to keep my eye on the screen and to keep stroking. I didn't even realize I was stroking my soft cock. Even though I couldn't get hard, it felt good to touch it. The dad and son on screen were fully naked and the dad was on top of the son as they made out. "I love making out with you son." The dad confirmed that he was with his son. The only difference was they were definitely the real thing. It was making me hornier every time they started talking dirty like that. Dad put his mouth up to my ear. "You like when they talk like that to each other son?" I shivered again and just nodded. "We're going to have so much fun together son." My mind was swimming. Somehow all the things I was raised thinking were wrong were the things I wanted to do most in the moment. "Why don't you grab my cock son." Without taking my eyes off the screen, I reached over and put my hand around dad's cock. It was hot and throbbing and felt even thicker in my hand. His mouth was still at my ear. "Yes son. That feels good. I want you so bad. And so does this cock. Stroke it for me son." I began stroking his cock up and down. It was harder than I think I ever felt with my cock. Like a weapon. The son was sucking on his dad's cock. In the same way that they looked alike everywhere else on their bodies they had similar cocks. The dad was moaning and at one point said "Look at me while you suck that cock that made you son." That's when I felt dad touch my cock for the first time. I started shaking immediately. It was so unexpected and felt amazing. Another person's hand on my cock. It was still soft but I could feel it getting a little thicker in dad's hand. "You like that son?" I was gasping and nodding. "Yeah dad. That's amazing." "Should we try to do a little more? You decide. It's up to you son." I nodded. "Son. Look me in the eye and tell me." He pulled away from my ear and I turned to look at him. He was no longer smiling. He looked dead serious. "Yes dad. I wanna do more dad. Please."

When I’m in the play areas, I’m there for sex not get to know you talk. However, when I’m in the lounge I don’t mind getting to know you if we click. I have met some really fun guys there.

The door bell rang at 9:00 AM and when I opened it it was Jay and JJ. I invited them in and Jay said he had a favor to ask although he didn't think I would mind. He said he had to fly home for work but JJ wanted to stay a little longer and Jay wanted to know if he could stay with me since they had his parents house on the market and he was afraid his son would not maintain it. I looked over at JJ, he had on black basketball shorts and a t-shirt that had the sleeves, sides and most of the front and back cut off. He smiled and said I wont be any trouble I promise. Jay said you may not be trouble but I know you will cause some, he winked at me and I said sure he can stay. Jay gave JJ a hug thanked me and was gone in no time. As I was closing the front door JJ slipped up behind me and said I didn't think he would ever leave. I felt his hand go down the back of my shorts and then his finger started pushing into my ass. I was moaning as the little discomfort of a non lubed finger in my ass felt so good. He started steering be with his other hand and pushing me to the bedroom. Once in my room he pulled his fingers from my ass and shoved them in my mouth and said clean my fingers bitch. After a second or two he started taking off his shirt and turned and told me to strip. His phone buzzed with a message, he smiled and said strip take my t-shirt and go to the bathroom, get in the sower and tie this around your head covering your eyes and wait for me. I did as instructed. I heard him come back in the room but it did not sound like he was alone. Then I heard him say, see I told you man and he gives good head. Next thing I knew I was being pissed on by two steams of piss. I felt so dirty but happy at the same time. One of the dicks was shoved in my mouth still pissing. I knew it was not JJ, It was almost as long but defiantly bigger around. I heard a moan and then he whispered god damn this is one nasty bitch. JJ said told you, I can't wait to plow his ass. The other voice said me too. Think the bitch can handle both of us at the same time. They started laughing at that and before long I was told to stand and was turned to and pushed up against the wall. JJ leaned in and said I met a friend last night, he was the waiter at the restaurant and he's got a nice big dick. I told him how much of a whore you are for dick and how you took care of my dad back in the day. He couldn't wait to get his hands on your ass but I get first shoot. Take a deep breath because he and I agreed just spit no lube. I heard both of them spit and felt spit hitting my ass and then JJ whispered ready or not and before he could finish saying hear I come he was balls deep in my ass. I screamed in agony. I heard the other guy saying things like fuck yea man fuck that faggot, shove it in that ass, harder man he wants it. I also heard them kissing and talking dirty to each other. I head JJ say so you gonna shove that big dick up my faggot ass? The other guy said god damn right I am I heard him spit a couple times and then heard JJ moan in my ear. JJ was telling him to fuck him and a couple times he said fuck me harder man, I can take it I'm a man fuck me. I could feel the other guy trust in to JJ causing him to trust in to me. I was used to him now and it felt amazing, his big long dick ripping me apart. This must have went on for 20 or thirty minutes. I heard the other guy say you want me to bread you bitch and JJ and I both said fuck yes at the same time. JJ said I want that fucking cum in my ass, I need it in my ass. Then JJ said I'm cumming I felt him shoot in my ass 8 or nine shoots of cum. I also head the other guy cumming telling JJ to take it and JJ just moaning. After a few minutes JJ dick started to slip from my ass and I could feel his cum running down my legs. I was exhausted. JJ removed the t-shirt from my eyes and I turned around to see this sexy Latin kid. He had beautiful dark eyes and he was build like JJ maybe a little better. His 6 pack was more defined for sure and his smile. Well needles to say he was just like JJ, perfect. He said his name was Mateo and that he was working at the new Mexican restaurant in town. I smiled and said I can't wait to try it out, if it tastes as good as you look I will be there all the time. JJ said I hate to interrupt this moment but I'm hungry got anything to eat? Mateo said me too. I started to grab my shorts but Mateo asked why? He grabbed my dick and said we may need some special sauce and I think JJ and I are fresh out. So naked we walked to the kitchen and I cooked for both boys while the played and edged me till at the very end couldn't hold it anymore and shoot my load. Mateo caught it in a glass and added OJ to it and he and JJ split the drink. JJ looked at Mateo and said this weekend is going to be fucking amazing, I can't wait to fuck you and then dp his ass. Before long we started making out with each other and then headed back to my room to start round two.

John and Sam pulled me up off the mattress and put me in the sling. Restraints went around my feet and ankles. Nolan moved a stool in front of my ass, and pulled the drawers closer to him, while Sam put a gas mask over my head. Nolan had applied some lube to his gloves and began working his meaty fingers into my hole. I could see John and Will on the bed; John tied down with a ball gag while Will lightly paddled him. I started feeling Nolan hitting deeper in my guts with his fingers, and precum leaking out of my rock hard dick. Sam attached something to the gas mask, but it wasn't a tube. It was a bag. i realized this was another version of breath control that Sam loved. i started getting light headed as Sam stood by my head, tweaking his and mine nipples. Suddenly Nolans fingers were gone, and replaced by a medium sized dildo. He began aggressively working it into my hole. "Fuck, I thought Sam was exaggerating when he told me about this pussy, but he was right". My hole gripped the dildo as he maneuvered it in and out, my precum soaking the jockstrap. Occasionally Sam would release a little valve on the bag allowing fresh air into the mask; and I could hear John moaning as Will had put a vibrator in his cunt and was edging his cock with a vibrator. This went on for about 15 minutes, before Will called out "Hey you guys want to switch for a bit?". Nolan left the dildo in my hole, as him and Sam moved to the bed where Jake was. "I prefer something with a bit more girth", he smirked at me. He pulled the dildo out and it was replaced by a large plug. It sat fairly comfortably in me, but then Will started working his fingers inside along it, stretching my pussy out. I started moaning more and more, he could tell it was becoming painful, I had never been stretched that much before. He took the bag off, fiddled with something on the bench, then replaced it. Only this time there was a swab soaked with poppers in the bag. I inhaled and after a couple minutes rebreathing the poppers, my pussy was as loose as ever. "Fuck", will groaned as he slid the plug out and looked at my gaping hole. i could feel air rushing in as it opened and closed. "Hey, I gotta piss", Sam called out. "Yea me too", said Will. "Lets give John a break". They untied him from the bed, and all stood around for a couple minutes, drinking water and some beer while I just hung in the sling. "Hey, lets cut the new kid some slack, I'm sure he's thirsty too", Nolan said. Will moved over to me and removed the mask from my head, I gasped at the fresh air. "You need something to drink little cub?" "Yes", I gasped. "Ok open up". Suddenly I had Will's cock in my mouth. Other than the time Sam had pissed in me I'd never done water sports. He started pissing in my mouth, and I'm proud to say that I drank it all and didn't spill a drop. Jake moved over and repeated the process. "Look who I found wandering upstairs", Nolan joked. I didn't realize he had gone upstairs, but there was someone else with him and I almost vomited up all the piss. There in the basement, naked with me in the sling and five bears, was my ex, Curt. "Holy shit Matt!?", he exclaimed gawking at me in the sling. "Whoa, wait you two know each other?" Nolan asked in mixed disbelief and amusement. "Yea, we dated for like five months. I didn't know this was the boy you were having when I mentioned I would be passing through town." At this point Sam looked visibly concerned, he knew my history with my ex but clearly had no idea he would be the other guy Nolan invited. And Nolan seemed genuinely shocked at the scenario. "We were never this wild though, looks like you've done a good job breaking him in". Nolan replied with "Well your welcome to stay, he doesn't say much and just takes it like a good little cub if you wanna stay", Nolan said. "Fuck yea, I miss those holes. Some of the best I've had". Sam leaned down and whispered "Are you ok with this?" visibly concerned (again, dominant but always wants whats best for me). I decided not to think about it too hard and nodded. He may have been borderline sociopathic, but I'd had some of the best sex of my life with Curt. Plus, I knew that Sam would never let anything happen. "Well he's been super thirsty, so we've been helping him hydrate", Will said. "Perfect, cause I have to piss bad". Kurt stuck his 8.5in cock in my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop. By this point I thought I was going to explode. "Don't want to have him getting sick, I'll just go in the other one", Sam said as he removed the cod piece from his jock and stuck it in my cunt. He stood there for a minute releasing a forceful stream into my pussy. "Ok, my turn then back to business," said Nolan as he removed his own rubber piece, and out sprang a gorgeous 9in uncut cock. Sam had put the poppers hood back on me, which was good cause I needed all the help I could get. Nolan slowly inched into me, and when I felt his pubes on my ass, released his stream. Something about his throbbing cock triggered something inside me, and before I could control it my own cock was leaking piss everywhere. "Fuck we must be doing a good job", Will exclaimed. He had blindfolded John and put his hand in some ceiling restraints and was edging him. It was Sams turn to use my battered hole while Nolan and Curt sucked each other. After about an hour, Will exclaimed "Ok, I gotta bust a load in that pussy". Sam moved to stand at my head, as Will sunk his cock right into me: aided by the copious lube and piss that was leaking out. He started with long deep strokes, and made sure to just barely pull out before plunging back in. After fifteen minutes his breathing changed and exclaimed "Fuck, I'm going to cum". He leaned in as I felt my first load of the night. "Fuck, I'm going to look forward to more of that when I can". He moved away and was replaced by Jake; who although had been a bottom clearly wanted to breed me. He jack hammered away and must have been very close before because it didn't take long before he yelled and gave me my second load. "You're gonna make a great addition to our friend group." Now it was Kurt's turn. He slammed into me with no warning, and I groaned into the mask. "Fuck I don't know why I ever let you break up with me. If I had known you would turn into this little pig I'd have tried a lot harder". At this point I was moaning in ecstasy. "Yea, we're gonna have to rethink our arrangement", Kurt said as sweat poured off him and he added his load. Now it was Nolan's turn. He was more forgiving but still forceful as he entered me. As he started fucking me I became aware of another sensation in my hole though, and could tell he was trying to get as deep as possible. Suddenly I felt something give in my body and the strangest sensation of my life, and he had smiled. That was the first time I had a guy breach my second sphincter. "Fuck I'm gonna have you around all the time now", he said and then bellowed as he came deeper in me than anyone before. Finally Sam took his place, he fucked me forcefully but held me gently, dumping his load in me after ten minutes. "i love you boy", he whispered as he used his rock hard cock to massage everyone's cum into me. They spent the next couple hours dumping loads and more piss in me, until finally exhausted they all went upstairs. Sam and Nolan took me down from the sling, I was exhausted and couldn't stand. They got me into a shower and cleaned me inside and out, before putting me into a yellow and blue jock strap. They helped me into bed and shut the lights off, then got into bed with me. Nolan kissed my neck as Sam slid his meaty paw into my cheeks, and I fell asleep squeezed between two of my bears. ................................................

Quick stop at bookstore this evening ended with me nutting inside some husky redneck in his 20's. It started with me sucking off about 4 guys over the course of an hour. I gotta say that men are definitely cumming faster from my gum jobs than they did when I had teeth. After #4 was done, I went to a quiet area in back, and see this young bearded redneck walk in. Definitely rough around the edges, which was just what I needed. He stops near me, so I pull out my bone and wave it at him. He smiles and has a seat on bench. I walk over and offer my cock right to his mouth and he goes to work. He was a great cocksucker, but he pulls off and looks like he's thinking about something. I ask him "you want fucked don't ya, son?". He nods, and I tell him to show me his ass. He stands, drops his pants, and bends over on the bench. Hairy ass, and a clean dry hole. I spit a bit right on it and finger it in.a bit. He's really tight, so I start rubbing my dripping cock on it to help lube him. Finally, I start to push in slowly and he opens up without too much force. He relaxed and got into my rhythm, and I'm only thinking one thing- planting my poz load in his ass. I call him a good little whore, tell him his going to take my nut, and ask him if that's what he wants. He gives me a YES SIR! So I start fucking harder and faster, and as I'm starting to cum he moans that he's cumming. He clamped down really tight and milked my cock of its load almost better than it ever had been. I pause to let my spasms end, then fuck a bit more to mix my load up in his guts. I popped out, and I just knew he'd lick me clean, which he did. Perfect ending to a great bookstore visit!

Rick put his penis back into his sweat pants, and then to my horror, he turned around and started walking toward an open laptop. I could see that the indicator light was on for the camera. I was freaking out as Rick hit a button on the keyboard and said, "Great job, pledge. The camera didn't miss a thing!" I begged him to delete the video, and he just laughed at me. He told me that like he said, I was accepted to the fraternity, but from now on I'm the frat bitch. If any of the frat brothers want their dicks sucked, I have to stop what I'm doing and get my lips around their cock. I started crying and pleading with him that this was a mistake and that I should be allowed to go back to my dorm and pretend this didn't happen. He played part of the video for me and said, "If you leave or refuse to suck anyone's dick then this video is going to make its way around campus." That was final; I can't transfer schools in the middle of the semester or go home because I would have to explain what happened. I pulled myself together and tried to accept that this is my life now. Maybe it won't be that bad because how many of the brother's would want another guy to suck their dick? Soon I found out that the answer is all of them... Rick also told me that starting now, I would only be allowed to wear underwear whenever I'm in the house. He allowed me to put my boxer briefs back on and then led me out into the main room. He announced my new role to the other brothers and pledges. To my dismay they started grinning and pulling dicks out of their pants. I knew then that I was in for a very long semester. They told me to get to work, so first I went over to a taller guy with dark hair. His cock looked to be about average size, so I thought that would be a good place to start. I started to stroke it, and when it got hard, I opened my mouth and felt it slide past my lips. Once I got into a rhythm, I started to think that it would be over in a few minutes without much of a problem, but then he started to thrust his hips. Pretty soon I was trying to pull off of him because his dick was gagging me badly, but Rick came over and reminded me about the video. I went back over and let him face fuck me while I silently wondered why I let Rick talk me into sucking him in the first place. Eventually he rammed against my throat and came. I could feel his cum work its way into my throat and nose and some managed to dribble out onto my chin. I tried my best to spit most of it out, but I found that it was easier to clear my throat by swallowing it. I looked up and saw 5 more dicks ready for me, so I moved onto the next brother. I later found out that his name is Trevor. Trevor's dick is huge. It must be at least eight inches and thick enough that I have trouble getting my hand around it. He also has some kind of tattoo above his cock, but I can't quite tell what it is while his shirt is on. I dropped to my knees in front of him and tried to figure out how I was going to get his dick inside my mouth. I opened up as wide as I can and started to suck on the tip. Trevor put his hands on the back of my head and told me to start using my tongue around the tip of his cock. When I didn't do it right away, he told me that it would make him cum faster. I started swirling my tongue around the head and then flicking it across his piss hole. Trevor moaned and started slowly pulling in and out. At this point I had managed to get about half of his cock into my mouth. I kept rolling my tongue around and around, and eventually I felt his cum flow into my mouth. He held my head on his cock and told me to swallow, so I did. With a wink Trevor said, "That wasn't too bad for the first time, but eventually I'll be expecting you to get the whole thing inside of you." I just looked at it in amazement. There's no way I can fit that much dick in my mouth... The next four guys seemed younger and didn't last very long. After I was done, Rick told me that I was allowed to take a short nap on the couch. I was exhausted and my knees ached from kneeling for so long, so I gladly accepted and fell asleep.

I am so hard reading comments here. I chased. Took me 6.5 years and I am as thrilled today as I was my first test as poz. When I was dating my second BF, He fucked me raw for two weeks before telling me. I instantly decided life was too short for bad sex, threw away all my condoms, and began the chase. I have four men who are convinced they carry my strain. I stealth. A fave activity has always been to pull the condom between thrusts and act like I was removing it when I was done fucking them by making it snap. The few who recognized the change in sensation would always thrust harder against me. I take meds holidays to infect and wish I could live off meds, but opportunistic infections slow my fucking down. STD's are the job hazard, but I don't care if you tell me you have syphillus. If you're hot and I wanna fuck you, we'll fuck. Someone said it was a duty to spread it and as a Satanist, I agree. Gay sex and HIV are the two best tools to corrupt a xian away from the tyranny of the bible and into true joyous living. There is a sick thrill that it is deadly untreated, but c'mon, you all have some little sick thrill fantasy that you don't discuss because it is socially unacceptable. Accept yourself and own your desired. It i liberating.

Last week I had an early meeting in Edinburgh. I couldn't get a train early enough to get me to Edinburgh in time for the meeting and so I travelled up on the afternoon before, booking an AirBnB apartment for the night. Some years ago I spent quite a bit of time in Fife and spent many evenings in Edinburgh, enjoying the gay scene, including No 18 sauna. It's neither the biggest or most up to date sauna, but I loved the slightly seediness of both the sauna and some of its clientele! When I booked the apartment I made sure the one I chose was in walking distance of No 18, thinking I'd spend the evening there. I'd read that the building that housed the sauna was to be sold shortly, and it's still not sure whether the new owner will keep the venue open, so I thought I'd have an evening there for old times sake! Over the years I've started barebacking more and more, although my local sauna in the Midlands always seem to have far too many bottoms and I'd not been fucked in probably a couple of years. So, despite taking raw seed for many years, and fucking guys bareback, I've remained neg, probably more by luck than judgement! I'd considered getting PrEP a few times, but the small-town GUM clinic at our local hospital didn't seem to believe in the benefit of it and haven't been forthcoming in providing it. Not wanting the expense of buying it out of pocket, I was therefore still unprotected unless I used the dreaded condoms - that I detest. Condoms had also become less available in my local saunas - another excuse I know, I'm not really a chaser but the risk was also pretty exhilarating! After showering, freshly shaving everywhere, cleaning out and popping a Viagra, I took the short walk in the rain to Albert Place, glad of the heat when I entered the familiar entrance. I got the impression the facilities hadn't seen much attention in the years since I was last there, but it was warm and seemed clean. The guy on reception was quite cute and welcoming. I've always find the Scots to be very hospitable, and much more generous than their stereotype suggests. After stripping and putting my things into my locker I took a quick shower, having found doing so leaves my towel more secure. I found more guys in the sauna than I had dared to expect, particularly as on more than one occasion in the past I had found that sauna rather dead. I remembered in the past the place was pretty dead some nights. I returned to my locker and picked up my poppers and a small tube of lube, then I headed downstairs to the area where I expected to find the cubicles and dark room. An older, very skinny guy passed me on the stairs and took the opportunity to squeeze my cock through my towel, his touch and the V making my cock lurch. "Nice," he grinned, ‘I'll come and find you later." As I reached the darkroom my V induced hard-on was causing my towel to tent, and so I took my towel off and draped it around my neck as I waited for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark. A hand took hold of my hard cock, then a Scottish voice with a raspy, breathless element stated, rather than asked "You ready for some action." As he stroked my cock, he squeezed my left nipple with his other hand. Now, I have incredibly sensitive nipples that seem to be wired directly to my cock!, so I was not complaining. He moved me further into the pitch-black room where my legs found the edge of the padded bench on which I remembered having been fucked on earlier trips to the sauna. "Yeah," I answered, "but I really want to get fucked - at least the first time." His mouth was on mine. He had the stubble of at least a couple of days, and the taste of cigarettes was barely masked peppermint. As we kissed I ran my hands over his body. He too was skinny, his stomach paunched, with no real muscular definition. He had some lumps on his arms and back. I found his cock. It was hard, long, perhaps as much as eight or eight and a half inches. It wasn't too thick but was very veiny. I found the reason: he was wearing a tight cock ring behind his balls, balls that were large and as stubbly as his face. His cock head was hooded in a loose foreskin, the opening was wet with viscous precum. His fingers were at my hole. The lube I had used on myself before leaving the flat had dried a but, but fortunately the Vaseline I'd added was still slippery. "Will I be your first today?" he asked, pressing a finger inside me. "Yeah, if we fuck you'll be my first today." Then I felt another hand on my balls. Although I could see nothing and no one, someone else was apparently there as my Scot with a raspy voice was fully occupied simultaneously stroking my cock and working my ass. "‘I'm ready to fuck a tight hole," he breathed into my ear. "Your's feels perfect. I'll prepare you for the other guys." "Shit," I thought, "his finger nails are sharp inside my arse. He's gonna leave me sore," I thought. The second and third fingers he slipped into my ass quickly induced my hole to open-up properly, although the pain his rough, dry fingers was causing was considerable. A mouth found my cock, which left me thinking three guys were working on me. Next thing I knew I was turned around and pushed down to sit on the bench. Hands pushed me onto my back and other hands pulled my legs up, my ankles rested on the wasted guy's bony shoulders, his cock head seeking out my arse. "I've got lube," I tell him. "My precum is all I want," he gasped in reply, his cock making contact with my hole. He pressed forward. I could feel his foreskin roll back as his cock head passed through my stretched sphincter. It hurt, but it was a familiar hurt. It would pass. The guy gasped and thrust deeper into my arse, my my hole stretching and pulling around his cock shaft. Idly I thought "Damn, I hope his cock doesn't rip me open." He leaned all the way over, bringing his mouth to my ear, which had the effect of pushing his stiff shaft further into my arse. "Fuck mate, my bare cock feels good in your cunt," he announced, adding "I'm gonna fuck you hard." For a second I wonder what I was doing. The man was quite obviously not well. I hoped he was on PrEP. I grasped my bottle of poppers and took two long draws, one through each nostril. The chemical reached my brain and all the anxiety evaporated. He pressed his bony hands against my chest to push himself into an upright position. With another gasp, he withdrew his cock, and then drove himself back in - hard. Reaching down, I was able to gauge his dry shaft still has a few inches before he was fully buried in my hole. Spitting in my hand, I managed to lube my hole a bit in an interval between his thrusts. This time, aided by my spit, his inward stroke allowed the thickest portion of his cock to pass through my sphincter. His pubes were now grazing against my balls. He commenced a slow, steady fucking, sometimes using short thrusts, other times pulling back until his foreskin was the only bit still inside my ass. I was fortunate my my arse tends to produce it's own lube, as the pain of getting fucked was short-lived, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his cock massaging my prostate. I snorted more poppers, my head spun. Taking hold of his bony arms, I clutched him as his sweat dripped from his head, onto my chest, onto my face, into my mouth, and, even in my eyes. My hands migrated to his shaved head where I explored his skull. He slid a couple of fingers into my mouth. I sucked with pleasure. I wanted all of this man inside my body. Again he leaned forward, but this time he asked "Are" gasp "you" gasp "on" gasp "PrEP?" I didn't reply. Obviously I knew I wasn't. The question was "What should I infer from his question?" My head shakes side to side, not really saying no, rather just reacting to the ferocity of his fucking. It was dark,. I could barely make out the shape of his body. Again his lips were at my ear. "Hope your fucking PrEP is working mate," the commented, taking a slight break from fucking, his cock deep inside my hole. "‘I'm full blown AIDS mate, viral load off the fucking scale. And guess what? That pulsation you feel in your hole is my seven day load pumping into your fucking bowels!" I feel between his buttocks. Sure enough - his arse cheeks were clenching as his body pumped wave after wave of toxic semen into me. I opened my poppers again. One, two, three, four breaths of the chemical and my head spun, my heart pumped. I pressec my arse against his pulsating cock, clenching tightly to hold him in my arse, trying to fuck back against him. But he was spent, his sweaty chest rests on mine as his body fights for oxygen. After a moment his cock, now limp after having delivered it's payload, slipped from my hole. Pressing himself up, he gave me a kiss. His drool oozed into my mouth. "Thanks mate," he whispered. "Can my buddy have a go now?" I nod. "Yeah," I told him. "I'm ready for more." As he pushes away from my he slaps my arse. I feel another body move between my legs, lifting them to rest my ankles on two more bony shoulders. My anxiety returns, soon to be quelled by more poppers...

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Part 19 - Confrontation Angelo pulled in to the driveway and sat in the car for several minutes unsure what he was going to say, in his heart he hoped this was not true but he couldn't ignore how he was feeling. He stepped out of the car and walked in to the house, Ethan called out as Angelo put his bag down and headed to the dining room where Ethan sat doing his assignment. It still took Angelo's breath away seeing Ethan head down in his books, he loved him beyond words but also had he been blinded not to see what was going on. Angelo sat down at the table opposite Ethan and looked at him, Ethan looked up and smiled which quickly turned in to a look of concern. "What's the matter Angelo?" Ethan asked closing his books. Angelo stared as Ethan shifted in his seat uncomfortably "Are you playing me Ethan?". Ethan looked confusingly at him "Playing you, what do you mean?". "Are you using me until your ready to move on" Angelo replied seriously. Ethan began to feel sick "Why would think such a thing?". "If you are you your doing a very good job" Angelo's gazed was fixed on Ethan. Ethan looked seeing a very different Angelo "I don't understand where this has suddenly come from". "People talk and it was disturbing what I found out today" Angelo continued studying Ethan. A tear trickled down Ethan's face "Are you saying you don't love me anymore?". Angelo shook his head "Am I just a plaything, a meal ticket for you?". Ethan wiped his face and looked at him "Is that what you really think this is all about? "I don't know Ethan you tell me" Angelo was breaking inside watching him but he had to know. Ethan stood up "Did I hate you for pozzing me, did I hate you when you literally raped me?". Angelo shook his head and quietly responded "No" and looked down. Ethan continued "I can't believe you would think this is how I would treat you". "I don't want to believe any of it but I can't ignore what I heard" Angelo replied. Ethan shook his head "I am only here because of one thing, if you can't see that then I should leave". Angelo looked at Ethan who was leaving the dining room "Ethan wait". "No Angelo, you have made it clear you don't trust me and can't see what is really in front of you" Ethan ran out. He climbed the stairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, Angelo put his head in his hands regretting what had just taken place, he saw no malice and deceit in Ethan's eyes and knew he had probably just wrecked any chance with him. Ethan picked his phone up and called Adam his eyes streaming with sadness at Angelo, he cried down the phone as he told Adam that it looked like Angelo and he were finished, Adam sat in silence shocked by what Ethan was telling him. Angelo went to get a glass of water and sat at the counter he didn't know what to do. Matt watched Angelo carefully with a gratifying grin on his face and decided to leave it 5 or 10 more minutes before he would knock at the door. Angelo sat there for a few minutes, he believed Ethan and the last thing he wanted was for him to leave, he needed to speak to Franco and reaching in to his pocket he pulled his phone out and turned it on. Adam spoke urgently to Ethan "Don't leave Ethan, it sounds like someone is playing with you both". "He was angry and upset, he doesn't trust me Adam" Ethan croaked down the phone. Adam grabbed his car keys "Ethan please just sit there I am coming over, don't leave until we speak to him". Matt stood at the front door, he couldn't hear anything so he knocked quietly but loud enough to be heard, he could hear the shuffling and foot steps approaching, the door opened and Angelo stood there. Angelo looked at him "Matt what do you want?". "Angelo I just wanted to pop by and apologise for... are you alright?" Matt spoke with his calming voice. "Not now Matt" Angelo said and was about to close the door. "Angelo, you look like you need someone to talk to" Matt said sounding concerned. Angelo opened the door against hi better judgment "Come in". Matt walked through and closed the door and followed him to the kitchen "Thank you Angelo". Angelo began to pour his heart out to Matt, he didn't know why but he felt comfortable doing it as Matt sat and listened intently. "Oh Angelo, I know we ended badly but I would never do that to you" Matt walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. Angelo looked up seeing sincerity in his eyes "I don't know what to do Matt". Matt rubbed his shoulder "I think it best to end it Angelo, I will always be here for you remember that". Angelo's attention was drawn to his phone over the other side of the kitchen as it kept flashing up with voicemails, he was about to retrieve it when there was a knock at the door and he hear Ethan coming down the stairs. Matt tried to stop Angelo in a fruitless attempt by drawing his attention but Angelo heard Adam calling Ethan's name and asking if he had touched him. Angelo turned to Matt and said it would be better if he left, Matt protested telling him he would need a shoulder to cry on and he wanted to be here for him after all he understood Angelo better than anyone. Adam came in to the kitchen and looked at Angelo then at Matt and shook his head "Why Angelo?". Matt interrupted "I don't think it is any of your business, you and Ethan should leave". "Stop it Matt" Angelo told him "I have to speak to Ethan first". Matt glanced at Adam "Ethan doesn't love you Angelo, don't put yourself through this". Adam turned and moved towards Matt "And how would you know, you don't know what they have". Matt stared him down "Are you part of it as well?". "Don't be so ridiculous" Adam retorted clenching his fist. "Enough the both of you" Angelo stood their holding his phone his gazed fixed on Matt. The front door was being pounded as Mark and Franco arrived at the same time and stood their shouting for Angelo to open the door. Angelo stepped around them both and went to the front door, he stopped and looked at the stairs seeing Ethan sat at the top who looked vulnerable and scared. It dawned on him that anyone who looked the way he did could not be lying, he called up to Ethan and told him to stay there as he wanted to talk. Inside Angelo was hurting and just as upset as he turned his focus to the front door and opened it. "It's all lies" Franco shouted as he came in behind Mark pushing him through the door. Mark saw Ethan on the stairs "It's your ex Angelo he is trying to break you both up". Angelo looked at them both "Is that why you have both come here?". "Yes Angelo, we don't want you to make a mistake you will regret" Mark said and Franco nodded in agreement. Angelo turned and strode purposefully back to the kitchen where Matt and Adam were still engrossed in their argument and didn't notice Mark and Franco coming in to the room behind Angelo. "That's him" Franco said pointing to Matt "He is the one who said those things about Ethan". Angelo looked at Matt who stopped to look at Angelo "You just can't let it go can you?". Mark went to other side of where Adam stood and looked at Angelo "Dillon told me he has been stalking you for months". Matt looked at Mark then Angelo "I told you he doesn't love you Angelo, only I know how to love you". "I told you 5 years ago I never wanted to see you and now I know why" Angelo looked angrily at Matt. Matt tried to step towards Angelo but was stopped by Mark "You need me Angelo just face it". "You think to much of yourself Matt" Angelo started moving towards Matt his fists clenched. Adam quickly went round to Angelo and held his arm "Leave him to us, go and put things right with Ethan". Ethan walked in to the kitchen hearing the commotion "Why is he here?" he said looking at Matt. Matt slipped past Mark and ran towards Ethan yelling for him to leave and let him be with Angelo. It all happened so quickly but like slow motions as Adam, Angelo and Mark stood frozen to the spot in that instance. Matt came within feet of Ethan grabbing a kitchen knife like lightning whilst Ethan was in shock and couldn't respond he stood seeing the glint of the stainless steel being thrusted towards him. Ethan felt the sharp scratching across his left shoulder hearing the clanging sound as the knife dropped to the floor followed by Matt's body, his hand went to the spot of the pain, it felt wet and looked down at his fingers that were now stained with his own blood. Franco had seen Matt pick up the knife and reacted quickly punching Matt in the head hard just as the blade of the knife touched Ethan's skin and left a slit across his shoulder cutting through his t-shirt and young skin with silky ease. Matt collapsed on the floor dropping the knife in the process as everything blacked out, Franco kicked him to make sure he was out and lifted Ethan's t-shirt up to see how bad it was. Adam screamed and ran across the kitchen as Franco landed his punch the sound of the knife hitting the floor echoed around Adam's ears, he quickly put his arm around Ethan as Franco lifted his t-shirt up. Adam breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the wound looked worse that it was, it didn't go in deep, he grabbed some kitchen roll behind Ethan and held it over the cut whilst Ethan stood there looking at the blood on his fingers. Angelo gasped but his confused state of mind caused him to freeze on the spot taking in the scene, at the point where Matt grabbed the knife he shouted for Matt to stop, his body telling him to move so he ran towards Ethan to protect him but he was to late as he saw the knife swishing through the air across Ethan. Everything happened to quickly for Angelo to process as bodies flew around the kitchen towards Ethan. Adam looked at Angelo's tear streaked face and told him to look after his lover. Mark ran behind Matt but he was to far away to prevent Matt picking up the knife, he shouted for Ethan to move but he seemed transfixed on the shiny object heading swiftly towards his body. Matt managed to grab hold of Matt's shirt preventing him from getting any closer to Ethan, Matt swished the knife around in the air trying to get at Ethan, he lunged forward with all his strength as the knife ripped through Ethan's t-shirt. He never saw the fist of Franco appear but he heard the crack and thud as Matt fell to the floor with the knife. He looked up and saw blood slowly seeping through the t-shirt. The neighbours had seen all the frantic people arriving and then the arguments and screaming coming from the house, they were concerned and called the police out. Marion and John Chalmers stood outside the front of their house next door to Angelo's as the police arrived, one of the officers recognised John as Dr Chalmers and they ran through everything that had seen and heard. The two cops knocked on the front door and shouted 'Police open up'. Ethan suddenly came back to his senses as Angelo put his arm around him. "I am so sorry Ethan I should never have doubted you" Angelo spoke softly. Ethan looked at the Matt who was coming around "You did though and that hurts". Angelo picked up Ethan and carried him in to the lounge and laid him on the sofa. Ethan looked Angelo in the eyes "I love you Angelo more than you believe in me". Angelo smiled stroking his head "I know and I think you under estimate how I feel about you". Adam opened the door and let the police in, seeing the scene Officer Delgado went outside and asked the doctor if he would attend to the young guy. Whilst Ethan was being attended to the others ran through the series of events that lead up to the evening, Mario and John were both interviewed and confirmed that they had seen the man quite often sitting in his car across the street. With the evidence stacking against him Matt was placed under arrest and charged with stalking and attempted manslaughter. The police finally left escorting Matt to be detained for evaluation, Angelo watched as John finished putting some covering over Ethan's cut. Marion walked in to the lounge "Do you want me to make some coffee?" she asked. Angelo nodded "I will come and help" and they walked in to the kitchen. "We didn't mean to be nosey but it there was quite a commotion going on" Marion began to explain. Angelo smiled "No thank you for looking out for us, I do appreciate you calling the police". "It was just when he arrived but stood and waited watching until he knocked your door" Marion shook her head. Angelo looked at Marion "I'm sorry I have never really made the effort to get to know you both" he said. Marion smiled "We just thought you wanted your privacy". Adam was the last to leave and Ethan was sitting with his feet up on the sofa enjoying the attention he was getting from Adam and Mark whilst Franco and Angelo chatted in the kitchen, when Adam was set to leave Angelo walked with him to the front door. "Have I messed it up with him?" Angelo asked holding the door open. Adam turned to face Angelo "Trust me the love he has for you won't be broken so easily". Angelo smiled "I hope so, I need to repair what happened tonight". Adam kissed Angelo "Just make him happy so him how much you love him, do the right thing". Angelo nodded "Good night Adam and thank you". Adam turned to Angelo as he walked down the path and smiled "Do the right thing". Angelo stood for a moment watching Adam with a sense of curiousness about he had said to him. It was true that he felt so much love being around Ethan and there should never had been any doubt, and did Adam mean what he thought he meant. Angelo closed the door.

Part 11 - Life Unfolding They arrived just after 6pm with the sun still blazing away in the sky they decided to eat outside by the pool, Adam asked if they could swim and Angelo laughed exclaiming that was what the pool was for. Ethan said he would help Angelo and join them shortly, he followed the guys out to the pool deck and watched them for several minutes until Angelo called him. "Here you do the tomatoes" Angelo handed the knife to Ethan. Ethan took the knife "Okay" Slowly he chopped away in his own world. Angelo watched him for a moment "Okay, out with it what is on your mind Ethan?" "Nothing" Ethan replied stopping "well, did it bother you about Tony kissing me today?". Angelo laughed "Not at all, I did kiss him in retaliation". Ethan smiled "Yeah, it did turn me on watching you but also jealous". Angelo put his knife down "Do you need to get it out your system?". Ethan looked "What do you mean?". "Do you want to have sex with them?" Angelo replied eating a slice of cucumber. Ethan looked on stunned "If you asked me that several weeks ago I would have said maybe". Angelo smiled at him "So what has changed?". Ethan looked on down at the tomatoes "I thought you wanted to own me?". Angelo turned to look at him "Owning you may not be enough". Ethan came round the kitchen island and kissed Angelo passionately, Angelo slapped him on the ass, finish your work he said laughing and grabbing four plates and taking them outside. Ethan stood and watched him contemplating Angelo's words until he returned. "Are you still slicing tomatoes" Angelo laughed looking at him. Ethan nodded and looked up "What did you mean before?". "Exactly what I said" Angelo said picking up cutlery. Ethan smiled "Finished, well it is a bit of a mess, I've not done this before". Angelo smiled at him "Virgin with tomatoes as well" he shooed Ethan outside. Tony was drying himself off "Wondered where you had got to Ethan". "Sorry, not very quick in the kitchen" Ethan laughed sitting down. Angelo placed a bottle of wine on the table "Adam come on time to eat". Ethan looked at the bottle "Do I get to have a glass?" as he went to pick the bottle up to look at it. Angelo slapped his hand "No, your to young" laughing at Ethan's sad look "Just a small one". "Do you have a soft drink Angelo, I am driving?" Tony asked as Angelo poured a glass for Adam. "Why don't you stay over, there is plenty of bedrooms and you can head off first thing" Angelo replied. Tony smiled and looked at Adam "Okay great, hit me up". They spent the a few hours relaxing on the deck after dinner, Ethan was only allowed half a glass of wine and was trying to wangle some more but Angelo would not relent. Ethan protested and said he would strip naked if he didn't get some more, Angelo sat back in his chair warning him not to do it but Ethan took his shorts off and Angelo shook his head. Next his t-shirt and socks but Angelo still sat their shaking his head, Tony and Adam were besides themselves with laughter at how naughty Ethan was becoming around them all. Ethan whipped off his underwear causing Adam and Tony to wolf whistle at him, Angelo stood up and walked towards Ethan with a grin on his face. He stroked Ethan's face then picked him up and threw him in the pool. Ethan surfaced laughing and by the time he looked back at Angelo he was holding his glass saluting Ethan. Adam stripped off and jumped in to the pool and began swimming around taunting Ethan and calling him an old drunk until Ethan finally caught up with Adam and pinned him against the side of the pool. Angelo sat on the edge of the pool with Tony watching Adam and Ethan until way after the sun had set and a chill wafted through the night air. Over the next few weeks Friday evening was date night for Angelo and Ethan, whilst during the week Adam would pop over and they would sunbathe and walk in to Harrison. Ethan had been neglecting his own friends and made arrangements to meet up with them in Harrison for a burger and catch up, he met up with Javier and Ben at Mel's Diner. Ben waved as Ethan entered the diner and sat down opposite them, it had been several weeks since college finished, Ben and Javier had both been away on holiday with their families. Ben ordered a smoothie and looked at Adam "So you didn't go the Hamptons with your family?" "No, I decided to stay home and get my course work finished and out of the way" Ethan replied. "How is Adam" Javier asked and looked directly at Ethan. Ethan stuttered "How do you mean?". Javier's gaze was fixed on Ethan "You know, you see a lot of him from what I have heard". "Oh... and exactly what have you heard?" Ethan's patience was being tested. Ben looked at Ethan and Javier "You know Javier's brother is friends with him". Ethan just wanted the ground to swallow him up "So, I get on with him really well". Javier scoffed "You were seen kissing him on the grass outside college Ethan". Ethan pushed the salt pot on the table "Is that it, is that all you got to say". "Ethan just tell us" Ben leaned in. Ethan noticed Javier's uncomfortable shifting in his seat "I am if that's what you want to know". Javier stood up "Fucking queer" and stormed out of the diner. Ben looked at Ethan's shocked face "Why didn't you just tell us?". Ethan returned his gaze to Ben "That's why, I knew Javier would respond that way". "I would be more worried about your parents reaction Ethan" Ben said lowering his voice. Ethan looked concerned "What do you mean Ben, your not going to tell them are you?". Ben shook his head "No but my mother will, she saw you in Larchmont kissing some Latin guy". "Oh fuck" Ethan put his head in his hands he knew this was just the tip of what was to come. Ben stood up "I thought you should know, see you around" he turned and walked out. Ethan felt his gut wrenching and turning over, everything was crashing down around him as his two best friends had just walked out on him. The waiter placed the smoothie on the table having seen the commotion going on 'You still got to pay' he said putting the check on the table. Ethan put a $5 bill on the table, he had no idea what to do and was completely lost and close to breaking down. A few tables away one of Adam's college friends watched everything unfolding and kind of guessed what was going on. He knew Adam and Ethan had become very good friends and sent a text to Adam who was a few blocks away. Adam saw the text and sent one to Angelo 'I think Ethan might need you' and told him where Ethan was. Adam casually walked in to the diner and sat down opposite Ethan. "What's happened Ethan?" Adam asked reaching out to Ethan's hand. Ethan's red eyes looked at Adam "Everything is falling apart, my friends have deserted me" sniffing as he spoke. "You have better friends than them Ethan" Adam said reassuringly. Ethan looked down "My mother will find out next week, Angelo and I were spotted on our date". Adam shook his head "Oh I see, wait you had a date?". Ethan nodded "Yeah, I thought it would be safe in Larchmont but it wasn't far enough away from here". "You had a date, a real date with Angelo?" Adam still pressed the point. Ethan looked up "Oh fuck" he laughed "I shouldn't have told you". "Nice going Ethan, but seriously try not to worry you can deal with this" Adam spotted Angelo's car arriving. Ethan wiped his eyes "I will have to face up to it sometime, never thought it would be this quick". Adam stood up "Come on let's get out of here" he nodded over to his friend. Ethan opened the door and saw Angelo standing there "Angelo" his heart lifted. "Need a shoulder" Angelo said looking at him. Ethan nodded and sobbed on the street falling in to Angelo's arms. Across the street Ben was calming Javier down and watched the scene unfolding in front of them, Ben's initial reaction was to go over and confront Ethan again but he immediately knew that the Latin guy standing there must be the one who his mother saw at the restaurant, she did say he was quite a stunning young man but even Ben was struck by his looks and body under his t-shirt. Adam and Ethan got in the car and Angelo drove off them off back to his place, fortunately he had been working from home. Ethan regained some of his composure by the time they pulled up to Angelo's house, Adam sent a message to Tony explaining what was going on and that he was with Ethan at Angelo's. Ethan sat in the lounge and Adam went to fetch him a drink. Angelo walked in behind Adam "Thank you for being there for him". Adam smiled "It was pure luck I was near and one of my friends saw what was going on". Angelo handed Adam a bottle of water "Still thank you for having his back". "You turning up proved everything you know" Adam took the bottle of water. Angelo shook his head "No idea what you mean". "Yes you do Angelo" Adam turned and went back to Ethan. Angelo stood in the kitchen smiling to himself for a moment and walked back to the lounge, he told Adam to look after him as he had work to do. Adam spent the rest of the afternoon talking and swimming with Ethan until 6pm when Tony arrived to collect Adam, Ethan was in a much better place and realised he had a true friend in Adam who had shown his colours and stood by him. Angelo and Ethan were due to have another date that evening as it was Friday and his parents would be returning from the Hamptons on Saturday. Angelo closed the door as Adam and Tony left and he walked outside to where Ethan sat in the garden. "Do you want to go out this evening?" Angelo asked sitting next to Ethan. Ethan held Angelo's hand "No I don't think going out would help at the moment". Angelo stroked Ethan's head "I understand, do you want to eat?". Ethan looked at Angelo hand holding his "Not yet, but there is one thing you could do". Angelo nodded "Anything for you Ethan." "Take me upstairs and make love to me" Ethan looked Angelo in the eye. Angelo smiled "Now that I can and want to do" he stood and picked Ethan up carrying him upstairs. That Saturday morning brought dark clouds and wind as they stood outside Ethan's family home, he was feeling a little down as he knew his freedom with Angelo was about to be restricted by the family returning. Angelo told Ethan to call him if needed anything then leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "What now Angelo?" Ethan asked looking at him still waiting for Angelo to show how he really felt. Angelo thought for a moment "We are still going to date on Friday evenings Ethan". Ethan tried to smile "I guess I will have to get use to this now". Ethan watched Angelo drive off and then turned to the house a strange feeling of emptiness grew in him. He knew that having Adam back at the house may also be a risk but at least he could meet up with him in Harrison. Well until Wednesday as that is when Adam and Tony would finally be moving to Larchmont so public transport would be needed, he wondered if he could press his father to buy him a car after all he was qualified to drive but suspected he was not allowed a car until he had finished all his education. For the most part the families return was pretty uneventful and life carried on where it had ended a few weeks back. Sunday they sat to have a family dinner and Ethan casually asked to hear all about their time in the Hamptons, his mother remarked that Ethan's tan was better than what they got at the beach for a month. Jack spoke about how nice it was once he had the piece of business out of the way. So what business did you have to do then?" Ethan ventured to ask. Jack casually replied "Oh one of my clients signed a new software company". Ethan nodded "Did you have to go in and complete all the legal bits and pieces?". "Yes, but it was weird to start as the software company owner was quite open and spoke his mind" Jack replied. Ethan looked at him "Weird in what way?" he tried to sound interested. "I thought he was going to pull the deal when he met me as I didn't know he was gay" Jack mused his words. Ellie laughed "You know your father Ethan, he can't deal with all of this gay thing". Ethan put his fork down "But I don't understand why that should make any difference in business." Jack looked at him "Very true Ethan, the owner of the company has very open ethics". "Then surely you need to adapt to continue in business" Ethan sounded like a true professional. Jack laughed "I am impressed Ethan, you will do well in business law". Ellie chipped in "Oh yes you will do well in many aspects of your life". "In fact I did adapt Ethan, I invited him out for a drink as a way of apologising" Jack told Ethan. Ethan smiled "Good for you father, it may even open up new opportunities going forward". As Ethan laid there in bed alone, he realised how twisted and out of control his life was going to be when the cat does finally slip out of the bag. Ethan had introduced Adam to the family explaining they were in the same law classes at college much to Jack's delight, he was proud that his son was making friends with students studying law which he knew would help create a new network of contacts. It had been a silent week on the Angelo front until Friday morning when Ethan got the text '7pm in Harrison by the station' he laughed thinking how Angelo knew not to pick him up at the house, he typed a reply 'Can't wait to see you'. Ellie had been busy all week and had not met up Ben's mother Margarite so peace reigned through the house for the moment. His father had come home late on Wednesday, in fact Ethan had already gone to bed so didn't know what time he did eventually come home from his working dinner. Little did he know that his father had spent the evening socialising with Angelo to the extent where Jack had put aside Angelo's private life and agreed to meet up again for lunch on Friday when Angelo would be in the city overseeing the installation of the software at the company. Ethan left the house at 5pm Friday with the explanation he was having a sleepover and left it at that so not to completely lie to his mother. Angelo picked him up on the dot and drove back to Larchmont, no sooner than they entered the house they were all over each other, within minutes Ethan was laying naked on the sofa making love with Angelo. Angelo rolled on to his back laughing "So much for the date". Ethan kissed Angelo's chest "I missed you so much". "Are you hungry?" Angelo asked stroking Ethan's head. Ethan propped his head up "For you or food?". Angelo laughed and pulled Ethan in for a kiss then looked at him "Food". They sat in the kitchen naked eating sandwiches that Angelo made, Ethan spent most of the time just watching Angelo and how much he had come to love him. He stopped himself, love him, is that why I missed him so much he thought. He had no doubt in his mind that he had really fallen for Angelo and them being apart this week really proved it to him, Ethan just smiled at this revelation in his own head. "I would really love to be in that smart head of yours" Angelo had stopped cleaning to look at Ethan. Ethan snapped back "What, sorry miles away?". "There is that smile again you know how weak that makes me" Angelo moved round and kissed Ethan. Ethan held on to Angelo "Some things just become clearer when you think logically and put them in order". "Whoa there, don't go all brainy on me" Angelo laughed. "What is that suppose to mean, anyway your just as smart" Ethan laughed looking at Angelo. Angelo passed Ethan a bottle of water "Ethan, I had dinner with your father on Wednesday". Ethan looked on stunned "Why?". "Business dinner, actually we got on really well and met for lunch today as well" Angelo replied. Ethan swigged his water "Did he actually like you or was he touting for business". "Both I think, he did speak about his son who was following in his footsteps" Angelo put his bottle down. Ethan chuckled "You know this will come crashing down eventually". "We will deal with that when it happens" Angelo replied looking at him. Ethan looked seriously at Angelo "We?". Angelo moved to his side "I finally admitted to myself this week how much I have come to love you". Ethan smiled "Does that make you my boyfriend then?". Angelo was gauging his reaction "Do you want me to be?". Ethan smiled "If you will let me. I miss you so much when we are not together". "You do?" Angelo looked somewhat surprised. Ethan kissed him "Completely Angelo, my body tingles when you touch and make love to me". "It has been a long time since someone made me this happy" Angelo picked Ethan up. Ethan moved his head back to look at Angelo "You belong to me now Angelo, no one else but me". Angelo smiled and kissed Ethan lovingly then took him upstairs.

horny as fuck, need someone to bareback tonight

My eyes had now become more accustomed to the darkness in the room but I still could really only just make out shapes. I could tell that the guy now standing by the fuck bench was much darker skinned than Bobby, the AIDS ridden man who had just filled my arse with his toxic load. But it wasn’t until this new guy leant forward to speak to me that I realised he was West Indian. ‘Hey, I’m Devon’ he told me, ‘You liked Bobby’s cock then?’ he asked as his fingers entered my hole. ‘His cum feels hot in your arse, ready for another load?’ Sitting up I reached out to this big black guy, I found that he was much less skinny than Bobby. He had a mat of short curly hair on his chest and his arms were strong and muscled. But it was when I reached his cock that I found his greatest attribute. I gasped and he chuckled. ‘Think you can handle it?’ he asked. ‘How big is it?’ I asked, astonished by how thick and long it was. It seemed to pulse in my hand and I found that my fingers didn’t reach around the shaft which started thick but widened even more at the centre before tapering off toward his balls. But it was the head on it that was so amazing, it felt like an apple under a thick foreskin, it must have been twice as wide as his shaft. ’Near 11 inches’ he drawled, ‘and not many guys manage to get the head through their ring first time, well not easily’ he laughed. I had to taste him, I leant forward and tried to take that enormous knob into my mouth. I slid his foreskin back and nursed on his glans, he tasted strong, manly, his pre-cum was metallic as it coated my tongue. It felt enormous in my mouth, I wondered if it really was too big for my arse. He pushed me away. ‘I’ll stretch your throat open later if you think you can take it, but it’s your arse I want first. I want to sink my cock into Bobby’s cum and make sure it’s massaged nice and deep inside you.’ He knelt down, lifting my legs so that he could rim my hole, cleaning away Bobby’s cum that had leaked from me. Then he stood and we kissed, him sharing the cum and arse juices that he had just collected. I could taste my arse, Bobby’s cum, Devon’s mouth, our tongues duelling as we devour each other. ‘I love Bobby’s aids cum’ he tells me, as he collects more on his fingers and feeds it to me. ‘I’m high VL too, not been on meds for months, but not nearly as high as Bobby is.’ My stomach tightens again, what the fuck am I doing here? Should I get out now? But my cock was as hard as I have ever felt, the eroticism of the scene, my arse still tingling from being comprehensively bugged just a few minutes before and the anticipation of trying to take this monster inside me. Once more the brown bottle comes out, I take a couple of draws on the bottle before offering it to Devon, thoughts of making my escape gone. ‘I want to fuck you without for now’ he tells me, ‘the poppers will make me cum too quickly. But you keep them to hand, you’re gonna need them mate.’ He roughly lifts my legs back up, making me fall back on the bed. I manage to open my lube bottle and slather some onto his cock, but then he’s over me. I feel his bulbous cock head against my ring, starting to stretch me open. He presses harder, I feel my hole stretching to the maximum, but I’m not open enough to let him in yet. It starts to hurt like fuck, it feels like my ring will tear apart if he goes any deeper. ‘Take some deep breaths of your poppers mate’ he tells me, ‘then let me know when you are ready for me to try again.’ I take deep breaths from the poppers bottle, feeling the chemicals course through my lungs into my blood stream, reaching my brain, I try to will my arse to relax. ‘I’m about ready…..’ I start, but am stopped as Devon pulls back before viciously ramming forward. It feels like a cricket ball is rammed through my muscle, I actually scream with the pain, I wonder if he’s torn me. My ring clamps back behind his cock head, I feel my arse muscles twitching around the shaft itself, that alone being bigger than any I’ve ever received before. He pauses with his massive cock head just inside me. ‘Fuck, you bastard’ I cry through my tears, ‘I wasn’t fucking ready!’ He laughs. A deep sinister sound. ‘You’d never have taken it if I’d not made you, mate, and remember, it’s gonna hurt just as much when I pull it out!’ My head spins with the sensations, I start to wish I’d not come here tonight. But I realise that this is what I really do need, what I’m meant to do. I’ve always known I will get knocked up sometime, I’ve barebacked for years, so what better way than this? And I can always go to hospital in the morning to get PEP if I want, but I know already that I’m lying to myself. Devon presses forward and drives more of his shaft through my obscenely stretched arse. I think that no cock will feel the same after this. It feels like a mini fist is travelling through my rectum, that enormous cock head pushing past the fragile tissue of my arse, forcing a path to open up around it. I’ve never felt anything like this before, I’ve never been fisted and never done it to anyone else, afraid of the damage that it seems to do the guys who do. After this I reckon I could take a fist if the hand was small enough Devon starts working my hole with his awesome cock, he would push a couple of inches in, then draw back out. Then harder in again, then out until his cock head was pulling my sphincter out. Then that ride back through me, pushing even deeper into my guts. He reaches a stop. I feel him press against the rear of my rectum causing a dull pain, surely he can’t try to get more in? He pulls out, then aims his cock to one side, pressing hard against the wall again. And again he drives and again it stops, he tries again, battering, bruising, it fucking hurts. ‘Woah, no more’ I tell him, ‘that’s as far in as I can take.’ I push against his chest, try to stop him pounding my guts. I realise now that he’s stronger than I thought, so much stronger than I am. I’m truly at his mercy, I have no way to stop this big guy raping my hole. I hear him chuckle again, coldly, determined. No words, he just continues to pound the wall of my intestines, I worry he’s going to rupture something inside me. His strong arms are holding my legs against his chest as he rams again. And again. Trying different angles. I consider shouting out, shouting rape, would anyone stop his brutal assault? Suddenly his cock finds an opening, I feel a deep, different ache as his cock head forces through a restriction inside me, I know he has passed my second opening. I’d heard of guys doing this but hardly even believed it was possible. But I know for sure that this is what is happening, that his cock head is forcing its way into my intestines, stretching me internally. It still hurts but it’s different, a stretching sensation that I’ve never felt before, more like it’s something that shouldn’t happen, but not really painful. His cock head is managing to straighten my intestines, allowing him to slide in deeper. Then I feel it, his scratchy pubes pressing against my tender arse ring, I know I’ve taken him all. He rests a moment, his cock cooking inside my hot bowels. I realise that there are shadows all around us, there must be eight or ten guys watching. I reach out, feel a leg, a cock is put in my hand. I draw it to my mouth and suck it, it tastes of arse, of lube, I know I’m sucking a cock that has not long been inside another guys hole, its uncut and I lick under the foreskin, cleaning fuck knows what from around this anonymous guys cock head, his balls smell of fucking and sweat and cum, this is the sleaze that I love about this place. Other hands are massaging my nipples, I feel a hand trying to reach under Devon to feel my stretched hole, squeezing his balls. Someone is trying to suck my cock. Devon pulls his cock head out of my deepest ring, I feel a short relief but immediately he pushes back in. He repeats this, the sensation making me buck against him, relief and then pain, again and again, I know he is stretching me open, I feel him loosening me up. Then he starts to fuck me. His strokes get longer and longer, each time he bottoms out inside me, soon he is pulling all 11 inches out to the maximum, then making long slow strokes back into my intestines, undoubtedly driving Bobby’s toxic seed deeper and deeper into my body. His cock head repeatedly drives past my prostate, then back into me, then out to my arse ring to stretch the muscle outward. He is driving me to distraction with the mixture of pleasure and pain, the overriding sensation is pain, it hurts but I fucking love the hurt, my bowels being churned, tissues being bruised, muscles forced to open against the natural control of my body. The hands continue to caress my body, my nipples are twisted and squeezed, another cock is driven into my throat, balls against my lips, hands feel Devon’s cock, as he slides in and out. I hear one guy say ‘the whore is taking it bareback.’ Another guy tuts, sounds disgusted. My legs are free, sometimes I squeeze them around Devon’s body, sometimes he grabs them, I am wet with my sweat, I feel Devon’s sweat drip onto me. He starts to get faster, I don’t know how long he has been fucking me, his cock is driving now like a big piston, his cock head driving through me, he is groaning, someone is wanking my cock, then they squeeze my balls, a shot of different pain, but the cock in my mouth stops me complaining. It’s a long thin cock, the guy pushes it into my throat and holds it there, cutting off my oxygen, before pulling back out. My whole world is these cocks, these anonymous men using my body, nothing else matters. Devon takes a slightly different angle and his cock head smashes into my prostate, my cock jerks as I shoot off volley after volley of cum, my hole unable to clamp down means that my orgasm is intense and seems unending. The pressure of my hole around Devon’s shaft makes him slow, then he rams deeper than ever, if that is possible, he bellows as he shoots his seed, toxic waves of semen, I don’t feel it but I know that his cock head is again deep inside my intestines. Surely his cock head must be blocking the semen from returning, so it can only travel deeper into my body. I remember him telling me about his high viral load, I realise that there is no stopping the virus that is being injected into the deepest recesses of my body. Absorbing through the walls of my intestines, into god know how many tears, cuts, abrasions that these two guys have caused inside me as they pounded my guts. I black out. I guess the mixture of Viagra and Poppers, the lack of oxygen from the cock in my throat, the intensity of my orgasm. I come to, my hole is empty but within seconds a cock is pushing in, smaller, not so long, I realise its another man A voice at my ear, Devon’s. ‘Never fucked a guy that deep the first time he’s been with me before, mate. Think my cum must be up in your stomach! These guys are queueing up to have a go, that ok with you?’ I think that I’ve really had enough. The cock in my arse isn’t doing it for me to be honest and I think about rolling away from him. But I feel him ram deep into me and cry out as he has already reached his climax. I snort more poppers, the thought that I’ve taken three loads of strangers cum and there were more waiting made my cock harden again with excitement. Fuck it, I think. I nod. ‘Yeh, I tell him, I want everything they can give me.’

Here's another version of this story. 'Marky' becomes 'Tim' but Hector is still Hector (thanks be!). I had the most fucking awesome Memorial Day weekend a few days ago. I took Friday off because I knew I was going to fuck around, especially since it was also Fleet Week. First thing I did Friday was contact Hector, the Latin stud who I met at a local porn shop. I hadn't spoken much with him that first time, but I knew that he was into planting dirty loads into guys. You should have felt how hard his cock got when I told him to flood my ass. I met up with him at his apartment late morning. He was in his boxers, which didn't hide his 9" beautiful uncut poz cock. I was sucking that baby as soon as I was in the door as I explored his perfect, dark complected, perfectly balanced, muscular Latino body. I didn't let that cock out of my mouth even when he had to shuffle to his couch. When he sat down, I just went wild deep throating that fucker. After about fifteen minutes of sucking, my jaws started to hurt, so I stood up and told him to fuck me. Hector dropped my pants and turned me around. His tongue then dug deeply into my ass. I love that stud's tongue. He slobbered on my ass like it was candy, as I leaned on the coffee table, moaning like a bitch-in-heat. When he completed lubing my ass, he sat on an ottoman, spun me around and had me straddle his crotch. Without much ado he slammed his hips up and pulled my ass down to meet his large raw cock. I grunted in pain and tried to get off his cock, but Hector had a strong grip. He just started to pound me - no finesse there. I think my screaming turned him on even more. I saw stars as he tore up my ass. He kept asking me if I liked his cock up my bitch ass. I grunted every time he thrust his cock up. Eventually, the pain stopped, and I was just filled with this hot Latin cock, and I was flying high every time he shoved his cock in me and slammed my g-spot. He was chewing my tits and fucking my ass for almost half an hour. My ass was beyond sore and my spine was beyond ‘uncomfortable’ - I will probably need both proctologic and orthopedic work. Then he changed his rhythm and he began a more regular pattern. While still intense, at least I knew he was moving to the finish line. After five minutes of intense fucking, he jammed in and held me down. I felt his cock shoot in my bruised ass, unloading a bucket of cum. He left his cock up my ass and we started to make out. Slowly, he pulled me off his cock. He winced when my asshole closed on his sensitive head. Hector scooted down until my ass was over his face, and started to eat me out, slurping his hot cum up. Just my kind of pig. Fuck I love his technique! After he cleaned out my ass, he got up and made me clean off his cock. I love the taste of my ass and his cum. I was still hard because I hadn't cum yet. I was saving it for later. We cleaned up and went to grab a bite to eat. As his cum dripped out of my hole I told him what I had in mind. Since it was Memorial Day and Fleet Week, I suggested we should find some vacationer or some Navy guy and fuck with him. He was interested and asked exactly what I had in mind. I told him we should find some guy and inject him with a few loads of poz cum. I could see him thinking, so I reached under the table and grabbed his cock. Wouldn't you know it, it was rock hard. I told him I knew he liked doing that, because the first time he fucked me raw, he was really turned on when I told him to plant that charged load in me. I was stroking him as I said that. He was real hard. C'mon, I said, let's do it. He finally agreed, so we went out onto the pier to go hunting. We spent the early afternoon walking up and down the piers and along Christopher Street. There was so much action going on, gorgeous men milling about, many nearly naked. We received many smiles and engaged in some chit chat, but no one really seemed dopey enough to let us get him. Finally, we decided to head into the porn shop on Christopher. We pretended to be a couple looking for a third for fun. It just seemed natural, and in a sense, we were. There were a large number of guys in the shop, but most were trolls looking for a quickie. We headed back into the booths, and that's when we saw him. He was just perfect. He looked like he was about 20 or so - definitely a college jock. He was a bit shorter than am I, which made him about 5'7", packed with big shoulders and pecs, and great legs. Beneath his white t-shirt, I could see he was smooth and tight, with big brown, perky nipples. He was wearing a baseball cap and khaki shorts with sandals. The boy was just screaming, ‘College’ and ‘Out-of-Town’ and ‘Dumb Jock’. Hector saw him first, and gave me a subtle gesture to check the jock out. It was an easy decision. Now to snare him. We walked around a bit, keeping our eyes on him. Eventually, Hector walked by him, and slightly jostled him. He looked up and Hector mumbled an apology and smiled a killer smile. The guy was nervous, and mumbled something and moved away. After a bit of cat-and-mouse maneuvering and a few furtive glances, he started smiling openly at Hector, at which point Hector made his move and began to chat with him. When the jock gave me a careful ‘once-over’, I figured it was time, so I smiled, walked over and introduced myself as Hector’s boyfriend. He in turn introduced himself as Tim. Turns out he was born and raised in upstate Pennsylvania (Altoona, I think), and currently matriculated at Pitt, but attending a summer program in international studies at NYU. He had just settled into his dorm (which, he added, he didn't share with anyone), and was roaming around the city looking to fuck around. Well, he had certainly come to the perfect place, I thought. I asked him if he was familiar with the City and he replied he had only visited New York on his high school senior trip, and that aside from Pittsburgh and occasionally Philadelphia, he did not get around much. I told him I also go to NYU, and that it was a great school, and a lot of fun. I told him I would be happy to tell him all about some of the things to do and stuff. We made some small chat and eventually Hector said that we were just heading to get some coffee, and asked Tim if he would like to join us. Agreeing, Tim accompanied us to a local coffee shop just up the street, grabbing a booth in the rear of the shop. The boy was gorgeous. He was a wrestler in high school, and his body still showed the work. Tim had short buzzed blond hair, and the most stunning blue eyes. And dimples. Man, do I love those dimples. We sat around for about an hour, Hector doing most of the talking, making stuff up about us. The story was we had been together for about four years and were looking to spice-up our sex life. W had been thinking about finding another person for a threesome. Meanwhile, Hector held my hand all the time he was talking. (If I didn't know he was so evil, I'd be in love.) Tim seemed to be intrigued by the story, or at least he was lost in Hector’s charm (which, frankly, I could fully understand - Hector is stunningly attractive, and my experience has been that most men are happy to accept an invitation from him). And so, when Hector looked deeply into Tim's eyes, and asked he would like to play with us, Tim's face turned fifty shades of red. Boy, was this stud an innocent! Guess we aren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto! It took Hector about two minutes of sweet talk to convince Tim to be our third. I sat there quietly, stroking Hector’s hand, and smiled demurely. Of course what I was thinking was a bit less than demure. We headed out the door, and Hector asked if Tim would rather play in Brooklyn at Hector's place, or at the dorm. Tim opted for the later as it was at most a fifteen-minute walk. When we passed through the park, Hector asked Tim if he smoked, and upon receiving a ‘sure’, Hector bought some weed. Arriving at the dorm, Tim took us up to his room, which was rather modest, tucked away at the end of the hall in his building right off Washington Square Park. We sat around, Hector and Tim on the small cot that NYU calls a bed, and I sat at his desk. Hector rolled up a joint and lit it, passing it around. We all took a hit. Hector put his hand on Tim's knee and started rubbing it. He induced Tim take a couple of hits and started to kiss him. I sat there watching. It was so hot to watch Hector make out with this kid. Soon, Hector had his tongue jammed way down Tim's throat. They broke apart so Hector could take another drag, making Tim also take a couple. I could see Tim's eyes start to cloud-up. I doubt he had smoked all that much before. Passing the joint to me, Hector grabbed Tim's face and started to kiss him deeply while his fingers tantalized all Tim’s sensitive zones. It’s good to play with an experience fucker like Hector. I knew that Hector was quick, but the kid was naked in less than a minute, and Hector never stopped kissing him. I finished the joint, and was rock hard by the time I was undressed. Tim meantime was happy to undress Hector. Man, Tim's body was fantastic. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. I have a swimmer's build, so I’m no slouch, but this boy was stacked. I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed his cock. It was about 7" long, cut and bright red. I latched myself onto his tits and began playing with them just as I had been wanting to since I saw them through his t-shirt. Meantime I stroked his cock and balls, doing my best to stimulate him. He moaned and massaged my scalp as he exchanged noisy, sloppy kisses with Hector. His tits popped out of my grasp when he bent his head down to suck Hector's beautiful, hard cock. I watched that brown piece of meat disappear inside the kid's mouth and almost creamed. He struggled to stretch his mouth to take Hector's dick. I looked up at Hector, and he smiled and groaned, and pushed Tim's head down hard. I heard the kid gag, and try to pull up, but Hector held him tight. I went down on Tim, pleasuring his rigid, dripping cock while twisting his tits. I heard Hector let out a real groan and Tim gurgle as that cock slid further down. We sucked dick like that for about several minutes. I pulled off Tim's cock and got down to lick Hector's balls. The kid watched me suck those big juicy balls into my mouth while I watched him eat that cock. I licked up the shaft and started to lick his face. He pulled off and we started to make out. I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist as we made out. His body was so hot, and hard. It bulged everywhere. I felt him up, his arms, his chest, his legs, his crotch, and, with difficulty, his hole. Whew! Hector lit another joint, and he passed it around. Tim and I took hits and made out in between. I was getting high, and by the looks of him, Tim was not far behind me. A great combination. Hector looked at me and smiled, bent down and alternated between pushing me down on Tim’s chest while rimming my hole and sucking Tim’s cock, which was, not surprisingly, nice and slick. I bent to kiss Tim when I felt Hector guide the kid's cock to my hole. Tim gasped a bit when I pushed back onto his cock. It was so fucking hot to be used by the guy - to know eventually he would blow his sperm in my ass. I started to ride that cock like crazy. You should have heard the boy. He kept mumbling, “oh god”, “oh shit”, “oh fuck” every time I slid back onto his cock. I turned around when I felt Tim shuffle under me, and saw Hector spread the boy's legs to tongue his ass. I suspect Tim had never experienced that as he went nuts, moaning and started to fuck me harder. As my legs were killing me, I needed to change positions, so I pulled off. Tim looked up at me with sad beautiful eyes, desperate to continue. Instructing him to stand at the foot of the bed, I lay on my back and, positioning my legs on his shoulders, I pulled him on top of me for a kiss. He, of course, took the hint, and planted his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my ass. The guy was a quick learner. All I could do was moan back into his mouth. Tim hissed out loud, and I looked over his shoulder. Hector was fingering Tim's ass, talking dirty, telling Tim he had a nice tight ass, and how sweet it tasted, how it was gonna be stuffed full of Latin cock. Tim groaned and fucked harder and harder. I told him to take it easy, that he should not cum yet. I saw Hector spit on his cock, and get behind Tim and pressed into his ass, which, of course, sent Tim's cock deeper into me. I moaned and clenched my ass, making Tim moan. Tim let out a yelp, Ah! Hector was in ecstasy. “Oh yeah,” he said “Shit, that feels nice.” Tim said, “Ah...take it easy, man. Fuck, it hurts. Shit, slow down. I haven't been fucked much.” “Don't worry, buddy” Hector replied “We're gonna take care of you - feel this, man.” Tim's hips suddenly jammed up hard against me, and Tim let out a loud scream. Hector looked over to me and smiled. Hector was a rough motherfucker. He loved to jam that Latin cock real hard. I know. Quick as a fuck, Hector started to slam into Tim. Tim yelled out for him to stop, but his cock was hard up my ass. The poor boy was pinned between us. I humped back onto his cock, and pulled his face down. The sweet kid had tears in his eyes. I fingered his chest and struggled to tongued him saying “Don't worry baby, it's okay”, “you’ll like this” and indeed I suspect Hector began to hit Tim’s prostate because Tim got into the groove, and started to fuck me, fucking himself back onto Hector's cock. Cries of discomfort morphed into groans of pleasure. “Yeah boy, fuck yourself on my hot cock. Fuck my buddy” Hector told Tim. I pulled off Tim's cock and squirmed out from under him. I watched his face scrunch up in pain/pleasure as Hector really started to hammer at his ass. I scrambled up and offered my cock to Tim, who opened up and started to mouth my cock. I grabbed his head and jammed my 6" down his throat. His face got all red and teary as I bottomed-out in his mouth. Soon, I was just fucking his face as he held still while Hector fucked his ass. I looked over at Hector and nodded. He smiled at me and humped faster. He was moaning and cursing. I watched as he slammed in a few more times and held perfectly still, his mouth open, eyes closed. I could imagine that cock spilling its thick creamy dirty cum into that negative ass. I started to cum down Tim’s throat. He gagged a bit and tried to pull away, but I held him on my cock. Hector shuddered a couple of time, and, pulling out of Tim’s ass, crouched down to felch his own sperm out of Tim’s ass. Tim was obviously lost in the moment as he licked my cock yet moaned in pleasure. I know the intense feeling of having Hector's thick tongue up my ass after it's a bit sore from his fucking. I pulled-out, bent down to kiss Tim, and savored my poz cum in the process. I managed to scoot down under him and get his cock up my ass again. He required no more encouragement. He just started to fuck. Within two minutes, he was grunting and moaning, and cumming up my ass. Tim collapsed on me, and we made out some more. Hector, sat next to us and watched, stroking his tumescent cock. We cleaned up a bit, and Tim kept telling us how hot the experience was. We of course fed into his lust by truthfully telling him what a turn-on he was, and never completely letting him come down from the orgasmic plateau. Although we were lazing around naked for almost half an hour, Tim and Hector were still hard. I was pleased when Tim asked Hector if he wanted to cum again, and Hector naturally replied “sure do, man.” Tim went and started to suck on Hector's cock so I got behind Tim and started playing with his ass. I pulled Tim’s cheeks apart, and fingered the outside of the tender hole. Tim moaned, and his asshole quivered. Fuck was it a beautiful hole. His asslips were nice and puffy, and blushed. Hector really knows how to fuck. As I toyed with Tim’s hole, I noticed some red spots along the inside. I looked at Hector, and smiling, gave him a ‘thumbs-up’, pointing to Tim's ass. Hector returned my smile with a knowing smirk (that Tim, of course, could not see). I could not resist (not that I tried) and ate out the hole, still tasting some of Hector's cum and Tim's ass juices. Delicious. I fingered it roughly, jabbing him with two fingers in an effort to get Tim open-up. Hector pulled Tim off his cock, and signaling Tim to straddle his waist, began to kiss him. As Tim straddled Hector, I, the ever helpful master of ceremonies, placed Hector’s cock up against Tim’s hole. I heard Tim groan as the cock disappeared up his chute. I watched as the hole opened wide, stretching to accommodate Hector’s cock. They started to fuck. I would spit on Hector's cock to get it shiny and slick. Hector started slamming up to the balls, and Tim would gasp. I played with Hector's hole and nuts when I got a better idea. Standing between Hector’s legs, I nudged my cock against Tim’s hole, and to my delight was able to get an inch or two of my cock to enter Tim’s asslips. It was an amazing sensation to ride Tim’s hole alongside Hector’s magnificent pole. I don’t know if Tim full appreciated what we doing to him - two cocks simultaneously penetrating his ass. Make that two poz cocks. Of course he didn’t know we were poz, and he may not have quite understood the pain in his ass was a function of being double-fucked. Whatever the case, Tim was certainly wrapped-up enjoying his ride. The second fuck lasted a long time, although truth be known, I didn’t stay in Tim’s hole very long. It was physically too difficult to coordinate, and I admit, there is enough of a voyeur in me to relish the sight of Hector reaming Tim. We would not let Tim touch himself or cum, and that was making the poor kid crazier than anything. Soon, Hector started his slam fucking again, and unloaded another wad of poz cum. It leaked out over his balls every time he thrust into Tim. I was happy to lap up the excess cum while Hector kept prodding Tim. They were both exhausted, but Tim was still horny. We told him he couldn't cum - yet. We had some more plans for later and wanted him to join us. With pent-up sexual frustration he agreed, I presume on the promise of a future, mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe also he was crazy to be with gay guys who were so open. I know Pittsburgh has an active scene, but for some reason apparently Tim had not done much exploring. Perhaps he was afraid news would get back to Altoona. Who knows. In any event, we got his number, and told him not to jerk off or cum. Again he agreed. Saying we would telephone him around 6:00 P.M., Hector and I split. We called Tim up later, and asked him if he jerked off yet. But he told us no, that he was saving it up for us. Good boy! Hector and I laughed when we heard him say that. But that was cool. We would have some serious fucking fun with him, play on words intended. We told him that we were going dancing or maybe to a sex club. He was all game. Meeting him at his dorm, he was decked out like an Abercrombie & Fitch jock-boy. Man, was he hot in his baggie cargo shorts and tight fitting t-shirt. He wore a worn out baseball cap and those surfer chokers. I almost creamed in my shorts when I saw him. He was ecstatic to see us, and gave each of us a long, lingering kiss (Hector's was a bit longer than mine, but I didn't mind). We went out and grabbed a quick bite, then went to the newly reopened Limelight. Boring. It was so sanitized it was not worth the admission price. After two hours, we left and Hector suggested we we go to a bath house in Queens. Tim was a bit hesitant at first, but Hector promised it would be okay, and that we'd look out for him. If Hector told Tim to jump off the bridge, Tim would. I think it's that evil, sexy grin that Hector has mastered. So we jumped on the subway and an hour or so later arrived at the bath house in Queens, a bit east of La Guardia. Oddly, I'd never been there, and was rather excited at the prospect of exploring the place. The place was somewhat dark and sleazy. But it was exciting. Poor Tim, he looked so nervous and out of place. We got a room and quickly changed out of our clothes and into our towels. Hector smiled at Tim, and I saw Tim's whole body blush. Hector grabbed Tim's hand and we went out of the room. I realized, after a couple of minutes walking around, that Tim was one of only seven or eight guys who were white. Everyone else was either Latin or black. And did those black and Latin men cruise Tim. I think everyone wanted a piece of his lily-white ass. We wandered around a bit, and I saw some hot looking men with huge cocks that I wanted to ride. Hector led us to a lounge part of the club, and we sat down in the corner. Hector kept hold of Tim's hand and began making out with him. The kid immediately opened up to Hector's mouth, and they were busy tongue dueling. This hot black guy came over and sat down with us, and watched Hector and Tim. I leaned over, and started licking his tits. This guy was generally huge, although his soft cock was average sized (for a black guy). His body was the immediate attraction. He must have been about 6' tall, with a wide expanse of pecs. Curling his arm around my head, he locked my mouth to his tit, which of course, I was happy to pleasure. After a minute or two he pulled me to my feet, turned me around and started tonguing my hole, snaking his tongue into deeply into my bowels. Fuck yeah. I’m flushed just recalling the experience. Tim turned and watched me get eaten out, so I smiled at him and nodded my pleasure. Hector grabbed Tim's neck and pulled him down to his crotch. Tim's cock poked through his towel as he sucked on Hector's dick. The black guy eating me out stood up and, aiming his cock up with my hole, slowly pushed in. It is amazing he got in without lube. Guess he was a grower, not a shower, because it hurt like crazy. I was stretched out full. He began fucking me in silence as I prayed for my ass juices to lube me. Fortunately I was distracted by the scene of Hector, who was watching me get fucked, was getting blown by Tim. Pulling Tim off his knees, Hector pulled Tim up and onto his body, and while making out with Tim, Hector dislodged Tim's towel and began finger-fucking and massaging Tim’s asslips. Eventually of course Hector aligned his drooling cock against Tim’s hole, and I had the pleasure of watching that perfect little ass open up to Hector's cock. Tim groaned out loud, and I joined him as my fucker started long-dicking my ass. The black guy pulled out, turned me around and set me on my back on the bench, without ceremony shoving his cock back into my ass. All I could do was watch that large black cock plunge in and out of me. I was in orbit from that cock. I grabbed the guy's face and pulled him close to me. In between panting and moaning, I asked him not to cum in me. "Why baby?" he asked me. I told him quietly, that this was Tim's first time barebacking, and that he was looking for as many loads tonight as possible. He looked over at Tim riding on Hector's cock and smiled. I pulled his head back down, and asked him if he was poz or neg. He said, neg. I said, that's cool, but Tim's also looking for the bug. Yeah, he said. I nodded and clenched my ass down. I watched his eyes flicker and roll back. He groaned and slammed into me hard and I felt his cock squirt shot after shot of his cum into my hole. I almost came feeling him swell up inside me. After a minute, he recovered and bent down again. “Sorry” he said. I smiled, don't worry about it. He continued saying he could come again, and he also knew a couple of hot guys here tonight that wouldn't mind fucking a nice white ass and giving up some of their seed. I squeezed down on his dick again and he groaned. He kissed me and pulled out, unleashing a stream of cum from my ass. He and his slimy hard-on disappeared through the doorway. I heard Tim gasp out loud and looked over. Hector was starting to deep dick, and he held Tim down by his tits. I went over and pulled Tim's head back and kissed him deeply, trying to taste Hector's cock. Hector grunted and held Tim down, and I know he must've shot another creamy load into him. Hector pushed me aside, and frenched Tim hard. Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned around. The black guy (whose name I found out later was Terry) came back with two other guys. Another black guy, Jason (an ugly mug and average, beefy body, but an insanely thick 10" cock) and Jesus (the irony), a bearded Latino with a nice 7" uncut cock. Terry whispered to me that both of his buds were poz, and would love to unload into Tim's hole. I gestured to Hector and nodded. He slid his dick out of Tim's ass, but continued to hold Tim down. I watched as Tim's hole remained open and cum started oozing out. Jesus pushed his way through and got down there in a flash, sucking on Hector's cock and cleaning out Tim's ass. Not surprisingly, Tim moaned and gyrated as Jesus' tongue scoured out his ass. Handing Hector a popper, he inhaled, and then held it under Tim’s nostrils and told him to sniff. Tim took three deep hits. Standing up, Jesus also took a hit, and taking aim, sank his cock straight into Tim’s puffy asshole. Meanwhile, I pushed Terry back onto the bench, and straddled him, facing the infection scene between Tim and Jesus. I pleasured myself on Terry's cock, and he fingered my tits, watching with me. Jason, meanwhile, was stroking his cock watching Jesus' ass pumping Tim. I leaned over and did my best to excite his large dickhead with my tongue, getting him ready to seed the kid. It pays to be flexible. Jesus pumped for about 15 minutes (which is amazing since he was sliding in and out on Hector's load) and began moaning and cursing. Tim turned around and saw me fucking myself on Terry's cock. I don’t know what the guy was thinking, but he tried to pull off of Jesus. Not to fear, both Jesus and Hector held him down. I heard him say “no” before Hector cut him off with a kiss. “It's okay baby”, Hector said, “this is fun. Don't worry, you like getting your ass used…yeah, you like getting fucked up the ass don't you? Yeah, feel his hard cock in your ass? He's gonna share his load with you. You want that don't you, baby, huh? You want him to cum in your ass? C'mon, do it for me. Do it for Hector.” That was apparently sufficient motivation because Tim started bouncing on Jesus' cock for all he was worth. “Yeah, baby. That's right. Fuck yourself on that cock. Make that cock shoot”, Hector hissed. “Take his dirty cum, you little slut.” Tim was moaning out loud while Jesus slammed into him as deeply as he could and held still, groaning. I could only imagine the load he pumped into Tim’s hole. Jason pulled Jesus out of Tim and slipped right in from the rear. He pumped like a fucking rabbit. After a quick two or three minutes, he moaned and unloaded up that ass. Tim was frantic. I think he was torn between loving it and being scared, but Hector smooth talked him through the whole thing. Hector slipped under Tim, plugging up that leaky hole after Jason pulled out. A few new guys gathered around watching the fucking. I saw one white guy with a nice big dick walk up and stroke it in front of Hector. Hector looked at Tim and kissed him, saying “one more baby?” He slipped his hand and gave Tim's cock a few quick jerks and Tim nodded. Terry whispered in my ear that the white guy was also poz. The white guy came up between Hector’s legs, and just as I had done, slid into Tim’s ass. Tim moaned and cried out as he was double-fucked. Twice in one day. Hector continued talking into Tim's ear and jerking his cock as he and the white guy fucked Tim’s hole. They enjoyed Tim’s ass for the better part of ten minutes when Hector started encouraging the white guy to breed Tim, saying “You ready man” The guy nodded. “Then shoot your fucking load into my little whore. Give it to him. Charge him up.” Whereupon, with a loud grunt, Hector shot with the white guy there within two more strokes. I watched as slime dripped out of the used and abused hole. Tim started moaning real loud and I watched as Hector's arm moved up and down. Tim let out a loud scream when he came. Ribbons and ribbons of white cum landed on Hector's chest. I counted eight big shots of thick cum. Terry, meanwhile, gripped my hips and slammed into me a couple of times and, when I felt him shoot up my ass, I unloaded a huge load onto my hand. Some old geezer quickly dropped to his knees and slurped up my cock and hand, cleaning out my load. We rested a bit (I got Terry's number) and headed out to clean up, change and split. It was about 2 a.m. Ever solicitous, Hector asked Tim was. “Great! My ass is a little sore though.” “Don't worry”, Hector told him, “you'll be fine”. We headed out to the train station. The streets were empty. Hector pulled a soda from his bag and some pills. He handed some to Tim. “What're these for?” Tim asked. “It's medicine. You should take them as soon as possible”, Hector told him. What do you mean? Tim asked. “They're HIV drugs” was Hector’s reply. “I don't have AIDS.” “Yes you do, buddy,” Hector said, slapping Tim’s ass - “We just gave it to you.”