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Part 16 - Under The Moonlight Harry turned around facing Conrad, the smile in his eyes clear as the moonlight now adorning the terrace. Conrad slipped his arms around Harry pulling him closer until he could taste his lips and delicately slipping his tongue in to Harry's mouth they kissed. The tiny moans of pleasure coming from Harry as he ground his crotch up against Conrad's. Slowly he moved Harry on to his back and Conrad took a turn grinding in to Harry giggling whilst trying to maintain their kiss, Conrad's hand slowly worked down the soft skin until he felt the fabric of Harry's shorts. Slipping his thumb inside the waist band he coaxed them down with Harry responding by lifting his arse. Conrad chuckled and threw the shorts a fair distance away realising Harry was now doing the same to him with both hands making clean work of disrobing Conrad. Harry lightly bit Conrad's bottom lip his hands roaming over the pretty firm arse of Conrad, one finger delving deeper between his the cheeks. Conrad wriggled his arse and licked the tip of Harry's nose 'Oh no, I am the one doing the fucking tonight' he said pushing his hips down and grinding harder, Harry's finger continued feeling the tight seal to his arse 'Not if I have anything to say about it' he giggled looking up to Conrad who grinned and shook his head then pushing his tongue back in to Harry's mouth. He knew he could easily overpower Conrad and get his way. His submissive side rose to the surface allowing Conrad's desire to top him win over, he would get his chance later or in the morning, desperately he wanted to be inside Conrad and show just how much he had wanted him. He was unprepared for what happened next with the unexpected act of devoted love coming his way. Conrad kissed Harry's lower lip then delicately and with precision he traced his tongue down the neck and across each nipple, stopping and taking his time working of them with tender care eliciting surprised gasps and moans from Harry as his body floated. The sensuality and attention Conrad payed to his body had all sorts of effects on Harry from arching his back, wriggling his body, erotic giggles and loving sighs. Every inch of his body was being explored in an unhurried fashion. Harry raised his head 'Holy fuck' he groaned watching Conrad's tongue snaking up and around his shaft then disappearing down to his balls. Harry had no control over his body and never realised how much it craved the sensuality of intimate sex, his head falling back on the sofa cushion and his legs rising up with Conrad's help. It still caught him by surprise knowing where Conrad was heading, but the way he used his tongue working around and then running it over Harry's hole made him moan louder calling out Conrad's name. It was the first time anyone had made Harry feel so sexually awoken, the immense happiness he felt inside, the calm aroused passive state he fell into was a completely new sensation. So overwhelmed he had happy tears forming in the corner of his eyes dripping around the side of his cheeks, not being helped by the tongue now invading in hole whilst the fingers worked his nipples. Letting out a strange long moan from deep in his chest his body shaking in erotic frenzy. Conrad looked up at Harry who seemed out of this world in a confused and dazed state of euphoria mumbling words that made no sense. He chuckled to himself and looked at the stream of precum leaking from Harry's thick eight inch cock that stood rock hard. His lips surrounded the head causing Harry to buck his hips up hard thrusting deep in to Conrad's mouth making him splutter and gag, Conrad pulled back and resumed running his tongue and sucking, kissing every inch upward of Harry's body. Reaching the nipples he flicked each one with his tongue and sucked spending equal time on each, the hands rubbing his shoulders told him Harry was still with him in some form of responsiveness state. Kissing his chin and lips he noticed the streaks from the corner of Harry's eyes 'Why are you crying?' Conrad asked between kissing his lips 'Am I?' he subtly replied from his subdued state 'Oh god yes Con' Harry suddenly said feeling Conrad's cock pushing against his arse. Harry chuckled and became aware of his situation, his legs held up and wrapped around Conrad's waist. He moaned feeling the pressure increase forcing his hole to open and give way to Conrad, his neck arching back and moaning from the initial sharp pain that sizzled and tingled transforming into sexual pleasure. He looked up in to Conrad's eyes a big smile etched on his mouth and leaning up they kissed passionately, his hands stroking Conrad's thighs guiding him forward. With grunts and gasps he laid back down feeling his arse expanding and opening with each push, the rock hard shaft held the head steady providing the momentum to sink deeper in to Harry. Bottoming out Conrad stopped and dropped his head forward to kiss Harry then raising up he looked at the cute person under him 'I love you Harry, more than you could ever believe' he said softly followed by two accentuated movements in his hips initiating the start of their first sexual foray. Everything felt right and perfect, a few months ago the thought of this would have freaked Conrad out, now though the more he looked at Harry one one conclusion could be made, his head and heart were telling him this was meant to be. Concentrating back in the moment Conrad heard the moans and felt the hands gripping his buttocks, coming to realise that despite his momentary lapse his hips had not stopped and continued in slow deep penetrating thrusts. He smiled down at Harry lowering his head until their lips met and began to sensually kiss each other, Conrad adjusted his hips pushing them up closer to Harry's arse grinding away kissing his mouth and stroking his head. Faster he started to move at the first sign of the tingle in his balls, kissing Harry deeper Conrad began to moan from his throat feeling the pleasure building in his body. The change albeit subtle was felt by Harry who in turn got even more aroused knowing Conrad was about to orgasm and breed him for the very first time. Conrad jolted forward hard pinning Harry down with his cock, the speed of his orgasm catching him off guard. Harry groaned and his arms clamped around Conrad's back pulling him closer wanting to feel every part of the orgasm in body above him. His body stiffened feeling the energy releasing from his groin, arse cheeks clenched feeling the first pulse firing along his shaft releasing his cum in to Harry's body, his arse cheeks relaxed then clenched again riding the second, third, fourth and fifth pulse that came in uniformed fashion until the strength of them started to ease. Conrad relaxed his his body laying on top with his face touching Harry's, he panted and continued small gasping moans with his heavy breathing. Harry held him tighter in a state of happiness, Conrad eventually moving his head until he found Harry's mouth kissing him with such tender love and softness. They laid locked together for ages, only they mattered in the world right now, so engrossed with each other. It was a fleeting scary moment for Conrad realising how strong his love for Harry was, he couldn't explain or understand why he felt this way or even where it had come from. Eventually releasing Harry from his cock and pulling him pulling him close he cuddled and caressed the body. Harry traced his finger along Conrad's face "Frightens me Con" he said softly "how much I love you". Conrad looked at the tear dropping from his cheek "Frightens you?" he asked "I'm scared senseless". Harry smiled "So am I your boyfriend now?" he asked tentatively. "Don't be silly" Conrad replied kissing him "I want to marry you Harry" he said staring in his eyes. Harry chuckled "I want to be your boyfriend before we marry" he stated adamantly "Don't deprive me of that". Conrad smiled "Okay. So you want to marry me then?" he asked, Harry nodded. "Dam right I do" Harry replied "waited far too long, tracking you down and getting you" he said. Conrad rolled on to his back "We still have to figure out the practicality of how we do this". Harry leaned up on his side "Easy I fuck you and you fuck me" he said giggling. Conrad chuckled "That is the easy part, I mean our lives they are so far apart" he said seriously. Harry kissed his chest "I will give up my job to live with you Con". "No" Conrad replied stroking his head "anyway Adam tells me how good you are at it so it wouldn't be fair". Harry sat up "True, but I would do anything to be with you" he said sincerely. "Is that so?" Conrad asked nodding to his cock "sit on it and show me". Harry laughed and leaned forward kissing Conrad then slipping his leg over and working his arse against Conrad's erection until it slipped inside causing him to gasp and taking it all in one fluid motion. The feeling proved too much for Harry reeling and throwing his head back in ecstasy he pushed down and felt his cock fire a ribbon of pearly white cum that splattered over Conrad's chest. Conrad opened his eyes wide and gasped at how quickly Harry had orgasmed, his ass had now clenched tight around Conrad's cock giving it a hard work over. He pushed his hips up and producing a second orgasm within seconds of being inside Harry. Grabbing Harry's cock Conrad coaxed it gently his hand becoming slippery from the copious amount of cum he was firing off. Harry's body quivered with subtle charm with the throbbing cock deep inside him. Conrad laid there opened mouth shocked from his own experience looking up at Harry leaning back getting more of Conrad inside him. Suddenly he threw himself forward almost biting Conrad's mouth with the furiousness of his kiss. He couldn't help but respond kissing him back just as wild, both of them making sounds like men who hadn't eaten for weeks and faced with a table of prime raw steak tearing at it in abandonment. His hips kept thrusting his cock deep in to Harry, he wanted more, he wanted to keep fucking Harry. Erratic and sometimes aggressive thrusting resulting in his third orgasm, panting and biting at Harry's neck he finally calmed down enough to appreciate the person in his arms. Mentally and physically exhausted they both fell asleep on the outdoor sofa, two naked sweaty young bodies wrapped in each others arms for the world to see. Their bodies now bathed in moonlight reminiscent of stone sculptures held in a moment of tranquillity. Carrington walked of the CEO's office across the floor to his own office closing the door he threw the papers down on his desk in frustration. His instructions were clear, fly to England and speak to Simon in person and get him on board and sell his shares. Thursday was turning out to be the worst day ever in this position, he was sure something else was driving the CEO's decision and he wanted nothing more that go in to his office and stab him with the dam letter opener he played with all through their meeting. Carrington's secretary came in and handed him the flight details, he was booked on the 10pm flight from Atlanta to London with an open return to use once the job was done. He checked his phone it was coming up to 5pm, he packed the papers and headed out to the gym for an hour to work out his anger before heading home and going to the airport. At 28 the high flying Carrington stood just under six feet with brown eyes and hair that was neatly trimmed and kept, under his suit Carrington bore a muscular body from his 5 work out's a week and running. His torso completely smooth from shaving except the patch of temptation that showed over the waistband of his underwear. The underside of his left bicep was etched with an eagle tattoo. One thing you can count on with Carrington was everyone noticed him in the room, half Mexican he had the looks that had people swooning in seconds. Carrington closed the door to the locker and collected his water to work out in the weights area, Joey his ex-boyfriend still stalked him by going to the same gym. Carrington noticed him running on the treadmill and looking immediately in his direction. He had severed all ties with Joey after getting so close to moving in. Fortunately he had found out that Joey had a wondering eye, hand, cock and arse whilst Carrington was out working earning his way to the top of IntecSolutions. Thankfully he managed to get through the workout avoiding Joey. Showered and changed he checked the weather app for the south of England to give him an idea of what to pack. He sent an email to Simon firstly apologising then informing him that he had to meet with him at lunchtime or after to discuss the share holding and that his flight arrives in to Heathrow at 10am, he left it to Simon to choose where to meet but it needed to be somewhere very private. Email sent he jumped in to the taxi and headed to Atlanta airport checking his email every 5 minutes for Simon's response, despite only meeting him the once he was in truth excited to meet him again, after all it is not every day he gets to sit down with a billionaire. At least he didn't have the CEO to contend with, he had noticed how wound up Simon got at the CEO's arrogance when talking to him. Carrington had no idea about Simon's sexuality and business was business so he would keep things on the low refraining from discussing personal matters that was usually the general chit chat that went on before getting in to the nitty gritty stuff. His aim was to keep Simon on side and to hold on to his shares, Carrington was opposed to the buy back and had to follow the corporate line or face the wrath of Jerry the CEO. Adam and Jamal sat on the sofa whilst Simon sat on the floor next to the fire leaning back against the armchair nursing a brandy. Jamal had finally found his voice in Adam's company and he happily listened to Simon and Jamal talk on about boarding school and their antics. It was evident to him that Jamal was a rascal albeit not entirely gay or sure about it, he would often waiver and avoid answering question he didn't want to. Simon studied them both hard and could clearly see something was developing between them, thankfully he had warned Adam not to press to hard on Jamal and let him make the move when he was ready. Simon looked at his phone noticing the email alert flash up and saw it was from the CFO of IntecSolutions. Unperturbed by what he read and deciding to deal with it later he put the phone down and poured fresh coffee for everyone. Jamal swung round on the sofa putting his legs across Adam's lap then wriggled his foot in Adam's face hinting for a foot massage. Simon chuckled at the way Jamal made himself at home getting comfortable, he looked over to Adam who was now delicately massaging Jamal's feet. Adam chatted away to Simon without a care in the world until the just after 1am when Simon announced he was heading off to bed. Adam and Jamal followed on going their separate ways and glancing at each other with a smile before disappearing in to the bedrooms. Jamal closed the door and held on to the handle for a moment resisting temptation, finally letting go of the handle and shying away he began to undress then went to the bathroom and cleaned his teeth. Adam paced around the bedroom several times looking at the door, he was so close yet he couldn't think of how to get over the final hurdle. Keenly aware of Simon's words not to push Jamal too quickly, he had to know if he ever really stood a chance. Determination in his eyes he strode over to the door opening it and walking towards Jamal's bedroom, without knocking he burst in to room and saw Jamal almost naked coming out of the bathroom. Jamal jumped at the door bursting open "Fuck what are you doing?" he asked looking shocked. Adam took a few steps inside "Are you going to be my boyfriend or not?" he asked abruptly. "Yes" Jamal replied sharply with a steely look. Adam stood there "Well... good" he replied going all tongue tied and walked out closing the door. Heaving a huge sigh of relief Adam leaned against the closed door for a moment and smiled then went back to his bedroom. Jamal stood there scratching his head asking himself if that really did happen and if so why did he walk off. Whatever whirlwind it was he now had a boyfriend, a smile grew on his mouth repeating the words 'I have a boyfriend' over and over quietly. Jamal chuckled at the almost angry way Adam burst in and asked point blank, he had no hesitation in his response. Now it was his turn he marched over to the door opening and closing it then along the landing and walked in to Adam's bedroom that was lit by only moonlight. He saw Adam sit up abruptly in bed. "God you gays are so demanding" Jamal said curtly walking over to the bed and getting in. Adam sat there grinning "No funny business I am tired" Jamal said snuggling down in the bed. "I have a headache anyway" Adam replied laying back down and turning his head towards Jamal. Jamal scoffed "You can stop using that excuse, you will put out when I need sex" he replied. "God we haven't been together five minutes and you are putting rules down" Adam replied grinning. Jamal turned on his side facing Adam "Yes" he replied "now kiss me goodnight?". "Stop with the demands you sound so fucking needy" Adam retorted sarcastically grabbing Jamal. Adam wasted no time and kissed Jamal pushing him on to his back and pinning him to the bed so he could kiss him real good. Jamal's response was immediate returning the kiss and copping a feel of Adam's pert arse cheeks at the same time. After several minutes they both burst out in fits of giggles and Jamal turned over pulling Adam's arm over his body so they could spoon. Adam kissing the back of Jamal's neck until they both fell soundly asleep. They woke hearing the clanking of cups and Conrad sprung upright reaching over Harry for his shorts, the sun was already warming their bodies, bursting out in laughter at the predicament of falling asleep outside naked. The housekeeper brought them coffee over reminding them the car was due to pick them up at 10am for the flight home. Conrad looked at his phone and messages then shrieked in joy telling Harry that Charlie was coming home tonight for the weekend. Simon was up and reading the email again when Felix walked in with his coffee. He managed to fire a response off telling Carrington that his driver would be at arrivals and bring him to the manor where he was welcome to stay. "Thanks Felix" Simon said looking up "I need you to pick up Carrington Rico from Heathrow at 10". "Sure" Felix replied noting down the flight number "Conrad is due back at 1pm at Gatwick" he reminded Simon. "Ah yes of course, bring Harry here as well since Moham will be coming tomorrow" Simon replied. It suddenly dawned on him that if Carrington stayed longer than one night he would be around during the sex party, he needed to get the meeting over with and get Carrington on his way as soon as possible. He vaguely paid attention to Carrington the first time they met, yeah he remembered how attractive the guy was but also the incredibly shrewd business mind that laid behind the good looks. Simon received a text from Conrad telling him Charlie was coming home, immediately he replied telling Conrad he would host a dinner for everyone. Jamal woke and twisted his body round giving Adam a peck on the lips getting up "Where you going?". "I have work to do" Jamal said putting his underwear on "Some of us have to work" he said leaving the room. Adam rolled on to his back smiling and falling asleep. Jamal showered and grabbed some shorts heading down to the kitchen, in his happy state he walked over and gave Beth a kiss on the cheek and grabbed a coffee whilst she made him a bacon sandwich. Simon walked in and asked Jamal to repaint the helipad on the grass, all he got was a big grin, a nod and a thumbs up stuffing his mouth with his sandwich. Simon informed Beth of their guest and asked her to prepare a room in the east wing which was away from the where the party would take place. Carrington woke bleary eyed with the stewardess bringing him his coffee, resetting his seat he could already see daylight through the electronically dimmed windows. He went to use the toilet and returned as breakfast was being served. Quickly he connected up to the Air-Fi service and retrieved his emails, one from Jerry and one from Simon, he smiled reading the response from Simon when one of the male stewards brought his cooked breakfast of omelette and bacon over. Carrington chuckled to himself watching the steward fumble around trying to keep his eyes off Carrington's biceps, for good measure he glanced up at the steward and flashed him a mischievous smile making the steward blush. He had a thing for younger pretty guys and the steward who looked just in his twenties was so his type, he could tell he had a pretty compact fit body under his uniform. Too easy he thought to himself, after all he liked guys who had a little fight in them and not so much of a pushover. The steward reappeared to clear his tray and helped packing things away ready for landing, Carrington rewarded him with another smile and a wink making the stewards day. Felix held the board up with Carrington's name on, quick introductions and they were on their way to the manor. The limousine turned on to Hibiscus drive and Carrington looked out of the window admiring the large family homes then spotting the manor he was gobsmacked at the size and privacy. 'Hibiscus Manor' Felix informed him coming to a stop, Carrington got out of the limo 'Dam and I thought we had big mansions' he said looking around at the sprawling manor. The doors opened and Simon appeared dressed in shorts and shirt like he was on holiday, suddenly Carrington felt completely overdressed with his suit and tie. He walked over to shake Simon's hand who studied him for a moment taking in how attractive and young looking he was for a CFO. "Thank you for letting me stay Simon" Carrington said kindly shaking his hand. Simon nodded "Well I am curious to this unexpected visit Carrington" he replied. "I am sorry we have to meet again in this way" Carrington said trying to express his apology. "Felix show Carrington up to his room, and get out of that dam suit" Simon told him chuckling. Adam bounded down the stairs dressed only in his boxers in search for a coffee at the same time Felix and Carrington entered the manor doors and stopped halfway down the stairs. Felix shook his head laughing "Adam we have a guest you might want to put some clothes on" he said. Simon walked in behind them grinning "Carrington this is Adam who is staying a few days". Carrington nodded "Hi" he said then turned to Simon "now I really feel overdressed" he laughed. Adam walked down the stairs "I need coffee" he said "where is Jam?" he asked Simon. "At the helipad" Simon replied waving his hand off in the direction. "Sorry about that" Simon apologised to Carrington "come down to the study when you are ready". Simon pointed towards the study and Felix took Carrington and his bags up to the room then headed off to Gatwick to collect Conrad and Harry. Adam walked in to the study with two cups of coffee handing one to Simon. "Where on earth did you find him?" Adam asked sitting at the desk opposite Simon. "Work related" Simon replied tapping at his keyboard "Invited him to stay and forgot about the party". "Oops" Adam replied chuckling "Clearly gay" he stated offering his observation. Simon grinned "You think?" he asked looking up at Adam. "Either that or he is fashion conscious about boxers" Adam replied "certainly had a good look at my tackle". Simon laughed "You think too much of yourself Adam" he replied "and that is why I like you". "Going to be quite a dinner tonight" Simon informed Adam sitting back in his chair. "I just saw Felix head off to collect Con and Harry" he replied "so who else besides Carrington?". "You, Jam and Charlie is joining us" Simon said happily. Adam smiled "Fantastic haven't seen Charlie since the you know episode" he said. "What about his bird?". "Away on holiday with her parents" Simon replied glancing at Adam. "Brilliant no women to ruin the night" Adam replied in relief "better go and see my boy, we ended up in bed together". Simon looked up "And that is news to me because?" he laughed shooing Adam off "take care of him Adam". Adam turned and smiled going through the study's French windows out in to the warm day, barefoot and still only in his boxers he wandered down the garden calling Jam's name. Carrington looked out of his bedroom window hearing the word Jam being called, he could just see a young guy cutting grass at what must double up as a helipad. He watched the figure of Adam walking across the lawn and around the flower beds then reappearing and walking up to the guy where they kissed. Carrington smiled and put on a pair of shorts and shirt to join Simon. "Have you just got out of bed?" Jamal asked being held in Adam's arms. "Yes" he replied hugging him tighter "had to come and see you" Adam replied. Jamal laughed "It is nearly lunchtime Adam" he said taking his t-shirt off. "Much better" Adam said watching him "you should garden like that it is so sexy". Jamal and Adam walked up to manor and in to the kitchen where Beth made them both a salad. Simon popped his head in asking Beth for coffee in the study and Jamal called over asking if he could use the pool later. Simon chuckled and nodded telling him to use it whenever he liked. Leaving he told them not to disturb him until the meeting had finished. Jamal looked at Adam "What meeting?" he asked purely as a curious reaction. "No idea" Adam replied. "Some American guy flew in to meet with Simon, seriously sexy but not as sexy as you". Jamal seemed not to be paying attention "He better not be" he replied smiling at Adam. Jamal went back to work and Adam joined him after putting on some proper clothes and tried helping but spent most of the time sitting on his backside watching Jamal. Simon and Carrington got down to business and spent a couple of hours talking. Felix arrived with Conrad and Harry, he saw the study door closed and ran over to go in and say hello to Simon, by the time Felix got inside Conrad was already throwing the study door open and bursting in on the scene. "I'm back" Conrad shouted then stopped "Oh" he stuttered "sorry I didn't know" he said going red in the face. Simon was glad of the breather and laughed "Welcome home Conrad, this is Carrington". "I'm so sorry Simon" Felix said rushing in and picking Conrad up in a fireman's lift. Carrington chuckled watching Conrad being flung over Felix's shoulder "Nice to meet you Conrad" he said. Conrad looked up and smiled being carried out "Conrad is my gardener" Simon offered in explanation. Carrington returned his focus to Simon "A bit young to be a gardener isn't he?" he asked. "Long story" Simon replied, he noticed a change in Carrington "Cut to the chase, what is this all about?". "Your share holding. I know you have been stockpiling on the quiet" Carrington said straight up. Simon chuckled "Are you not here to persuade me to sell them back to you?" he asked. "Yes" Carrington replied and leaned forward. "Can we go purely off the record, just us?" he asked. Simon nodded "Yes, tell me what is going on?" he asked a now nervous looking Carrington. "Don't sell them to anyone" Carrington pleaded, "Jerry is going to sell off parts of the company". "The little rat" Simon said angrily and standing up. "The other share holders are they aware?". "God no, I could lose my job over this Simon" Carrington replied. "I need you to raise a no confidence". Simon sat down in his chair looking at Carrington "A rat and a snake at the top" he said. "Call me what you like but if I raise it I will be out" Carrington replied, "he is ruining the company". Carrington watched Simon's silence "I deliberately held off buying 10% the other day" Carrington admitted. Simon chuckled "You wouldn't have got them anyway, I already swept up the available shares" he said. Carrington nodded "Jerry was mad hence why he sent me here to talk you in to selling". Simon was beginning to like the way Carrington worked "How much do you hold?" he asked Carrington. Carrington smirked and sat back "Only 10% and Jerry holds 15%" he replied. "IntecSolutions 20%". Simon leaned forward "You need to get Jerry to absolve his shares in to the company" he advised. "I know" Carrington replied "he won't until the price goes up so he can get a bigger pay out". Simon nodded "You know if he had left the operation here in the UK none of this would be happening". "Simon, he wants to reissue the shares in the US breaking the company up" Carrington reminded him. Simon leaned forward again "Are you siding with me on this?" he asked Carrington. "Yes, I have to" Carrington replied, "either way I am going to lose my job" he said residing the fact. Simon smiled "Yes you will, I want you as CEO" he said. "As of yesterday I own controlling stake". Carrington looked shocked "You do?" he asked. Simon nodded "You were not listed as purchaser" he stated. Simon laughed "You have a lot to learn Carrington, but yes I own 52% of the company now". Carrington shook his head "Jerry is going to hit the fan and I will get the wrath of it". "I will call a shareholder meeting on Monday and have him deposed" Simon informed Carrington. Carrington closed his laptop "I should book my flight and head back" he said standing up. "No" Simon gestured for him to sit down "we do the meeting together from here" he suggested. Carrington was about to protest. "And you will here as my guest until then" Simon said firmly. Carrington saw it was no use arguing plus he had decided to side with Simon not matter what happened. Their meeting continued but on a completely different level with Simon laying plans out for the company and treating Carrington like he was already CEO. Harry lost sight of Conrad who had sprinted off ahead of him in search of Jamal. By the time he caught up with Conrad he was already rolling around in the grass with Jamal laughing and hugging with him. Adam stood and swept Harry off his feet happy to see him, he could tell though that Harry was looking at Conrad and Jamal now play fighting. "You need to meet Jam" Adam said putting Harry down, "Looks strange but Jam is mine". Harry looked at him "You mean..." he started asking pointing to Jamal "you both?" he asked confused. Adam smiled "Yeah, that is why I came back here" he said, "to get him". Harry never realised Jamal and Conrad had stopped and stood behind him "So you are Harry!" Jamal said. Harry turned and looked at him then smiled "I can see why Con fucked with you" he said. Jamal chuckled "Why you want a bit of Jam?" he asked teasing Harry. Harry stood there nodding and smiling "Enough you two" Adam said intervening. Jamal smiled "Nice!" he said turning to Adam and kissing him. "See what happens when you leave me Con". Conrad stood smiling "Perfect choice Jam, Adam you make bad decisions" he said pulling a face. Before Harry even realised Conrad had bolted with Jamal on his heel calling him all sorts of names chasing around the garden yelling and screaming. They heard Beth shouting from the terrace 'No mud!'. Carrington and Simon both stood up and walked to the study windows and saw Jamal grab Conrad pulling him down on the grass. Jamal had Conrad on his stomach, his hand pushing down in to his shorts and rubbing his hole 'No stop, please Jam' he said in between fits of giggling 'I have a boyfriend' he said 'I love him' he pleaded unable to control his laughter all within ear shot of Harry who got emotional. Adam put his arm around Harry and kissed him on the head. Simon watched Carrington who had a big grin on his face "Bunch of misfits" Simon said. Carrington was so caught up in their antics "Cute misfits at that" he replied then panicked a little. Simon put his hand on Carrington's shoulder "Sorry I spoke out of term" Carrington said. Simon chuckled "Conrad is with Harry and Adam is with Jam" he said pointing to each one in turn. Carrington looked at Simon "Conrad is one dam cute guy" he said. Simon laughed "You will meet his twin brother Charlie later" he informed Carrington. Simon moved over to the sofa inviting Carrington to sit down and told him about Conrad and their very long history pointing to the all the photographs.

Part 2 - Dark room boogaloo The black guy banged on the door, ‘Hurry the fuck up kid, you’re gonna love this’. I wiped my eyes and face on the back of my arm and snorted back on the cum that had made it’s way into my sinuses when the long dicked guy had roughly pulled out of my throat. Still coughing I searched the floor for my Amyl, putting my hand through something cold, wet and sticky in the process, which I’m sure was someone elses cum. Without thinking I wiped the liquid of on my chest and got up of the sticky floor. I unlatched the door to find the black Adonis standing with his arms crossed, a small black fanny pack over his towel. ‘About fucking time, looks like you had fun in there, come on’. Motioning to the cum I’d wiped down my front and the erection I’m surprised I still had. Was I hard the entire time? He put an arm around my shoulders and led me down the hall, ‘How was it kid? You look like you had fun’. I cleared my throat as I let myself be directed to our next destination, my embarrassment from being seen nude earlier forgotten. ‘I guess, my throats abit sore though’. He stopped us outside a open doorway, nothing but darkened beyond. ‘Take another few big hits of the poppers, that’ll clear that shit up, more on the next one and hold it in’. He took the bottle from me as he saw me struggle to close it back up, my lungs full and my vision going slightly dark along the edges. He pressed the closed bottle back into my grip and told me to make sure I kept hitting it, before half leading half carrying me into the darkness. My enabling guide led me through the darkness, as sounds of other men doing various things around us filtered through my hazy mind, someone moaning ‘harder’, another ‘slow down’. The black guy took me deeper into it all until my legs made contact with something made of wood and he whispered in my ear, ‘Gonna lay you down kid, make sure you hit that bottle nice and deep for me’, before pushing me forward and over some padded surface at about waist height. His Hands ran down from my shoulders and over my back, taking hold of my cheeks with each hand and with spreading them apart with a squeeze. Getting the bottle back open I put it to my nose and inhaled slow and deep like in the hall, taking in a sharp breath as something warm and wet swept across my exposed hole. Awkwardly securing the lid back on in the lightlessness I struggled to hold in the fumes as the thing kept stroking my anus, pushing firmer and slowly relaxing my ass to gain entry, it was when releasing a shuddering breath I realized I was being rimmed for the first time. A deep moan escaped my lips as his tongue worked it’s way deeper into me, his palms on my cheeks and his thumbs pulling them apart as I could feel them digging into the sides of my hole. My hole getting wetting by the second as a rivulet of saliva began running down my taint, huffing poppers the only thing on my mind along with the new sensation and slight pain as my guide worked his thumbs into my drool sloppy hole, his hands shifting on my cheeks to allow his thumbs to push in deeper with his tongue. Taking another deep hit of my poppers I felt him pull back, one hand releasing my right check and the other shifting more towards the middle to jam his thumb in deeper, my body tensing and a hiss coming from between my clenched teeth as his thumbnail scratched my insides, he worked his thumb back and forth, pressing down against my prostate. Other hands found my arms and sides, stroking my back, shoulders and neck. The hot black guy removed his thumb and I felt two fingers press against my saliva slicked hole, roughly pushing in and stretching my ring. He worked his fingers around inside me, I could feel a finger nail of something scratch my insides as he harshly pressed and stroked my insides, a burning sensation starting to build as I squirmed and winced. “Ow hey that’s starting to burn abit” I complained, attempting to push myself up off my stomach, the various hands stroking my body held me down, one of the hands taking a firm hold on the back of my neck, a third finger being worked up my stretched ring as my guide responded. “Stay put kid and keep hitting those poppers. Just a little warming lube to loosen you up yeah?” As he said his last word he thrust his 3 fingers to the knuckles, causing me to let out a pain shout and clenching around his thick digits. “Just fucking relax bitch” He growled as he yanked the fingers from my tender hole, my hole continuing to burn lightly as despite the hurt I missed the sensation the fingers provided. One of the hands ran down my arm until he found my hand and took the bottle of poppers, the hand disappeared from my neck and I smelt the strong smell I’d been huffing before a hand found my hair, yanking my head up and a towel pressed to my face. The first breath through the towel taking me off-guard as the pure strong smell of amyl hit my senses like nothing I’d ever experienced, my eyes rolling back behind my closed eyes and my body going numb, the floating feeling like laying face down on a hammock. Distantly I felt someone spit on my hole and fingers rammed themselves back inside me, the sudden pain cutting through the numbness for a moment before the deep burning started again. Each deep breath through the towel pulling me deeper into myself, only connected to my body by the heat in my anus, the feeling of something scratching my insides as he pressed again my insides and the growing need for more. My next breath sucked in almost clear air, the smell of sweat, musky and lingering traces of amyl assaulting my senses as my face is freed of the towels fumes. The hair in my hand yanked my head up further, drool running down my chin from my open mouth as something pressed again my cheek, then my nose and finally found my mouth. Before I had a chance to process that it was a dick it was already insistently pressing at my throat and causing me to gag loudly, my hands found legs before me and pushed against them, the pelvis before me just pressing harder until my nose was pressed against his pubes, already wet with what smelled like lube and something else. He held me there, cock lodged down my throat as my chaperone spread his fingers inside me, I tried to scream from the sudden stretching pain but the cock blocked the sound just as well as it blocked the air I desperately needed. Both my holes were suddenly empty, coughing and sputtering as I dragged in each breath, my ass frantically clenching around the phantom feeling of fingers as the need to have the back grew like a wildfire, hand still gripping my hair I felt a cock brush against my lips. As I opened my mouth to suck on the head I felt someones legs against my own and a chest against my back, then I heard the black guys voice next to my ear. “Time for the real thing kid” His cock pressing again my hole, my mind screamed at me through the fog to make sure he’s safe, “Ow fuck, c..condom?” his cock pressed harder as his tip was pushing the limits of what my ring could take. He scoffed, “Yeah sure kid” and with a shove I felt a sharp sting in my ring and he was inside me, first just his head and I’d felt like I’d been torn open. I opened my mouth to scream and it was jammed full of cock before I had the chance, tears ran down my face as I screamed and sobbed around the dick causing me to gag as it found it’s way down my throat. The shaft stretching my ass kept pressing forward, each inch feeling like I was being split in half as I slapped and pushed at the thighs in front of me, finally I felt his powerful legs and groin press again my backside with a hard thrust, another sharp pain as the head of his cock forced something deeper to shift and make room. Using his weight against my body to keep my down he found my arms and forced them back to my sides, holding them in his strong hands against the padded surface as he pulled back, slowly exiting my ass before slamming his hips back down and working up a slow but hard rhythm. The guy in my throat thrusting hard and deep repeatedly before pulling back just enough for me to steal half a breath before forcing me back down his shaft. “ Watch the fucking teeth” he said angrily, earning me a slap to the side of the head and a harsher tug of my hair. They worked my holes for their please, not matching a rhythm like in the porno’s I’d come to love but just brutal thrusts that pulverized any resistance and fight I had left. When I stopped crying out around the cock in my mouth every time he pounded my ass he found a new angle to make it hurt again and when I stopped gagging around the dick making itself home in my throat he found a new way to make me choke and massage his head. The guy in front wrapped his free hand around my throat, choking me tighter around his dick as he made short balls deep thrusts, using my throat like a flesh jack as he starved me for air. With one last push he jammed his throbbing dick as far as it would reach and grunted above me, unloading down my throat and straight down my esophagus, my drool and slobber running down my chin and his balls. I was so starved of air that when he pulled out and leg go of my hair, my head just dropped, hanging over the end of the bench, wheezing in breath after ragged breath between coughing up cum and drool. My guide behind me must have picked up the pace while my consciousness was fading as he was leaning all his weight on my arms and fucking my ass like a piston. I could feel the pain and burning in my ass like it was a memory in my daze, the loud slaps of his hips against my cheeks and my own whimpers and yelps echoing in my mind. It hurt and I wanted it to stop, I didn’t want it like this, this pain and humiliation. Despite the pain and my numbing arms, I knew I was pushing back, mumbling for more. I felt like I was flying, like being drunk, snorting amyl and smoking weed all at once. I knew I hated this but not why I craved it so much more. With a loud deep grunt he slammed balls deep, the throbbing of his shaft almost lost in the burning heat and soreness of my insides, releasing my arms I felt his sweaty weight rest on top of me once again, a hand finding my mouth “Fuck. You did good kid, here suck on these”, three finger not waiting for me to comply but just forcing themselves into my mouth, my taste buds assaulted with what I can only guess was my ass with something acidic, not even the hint on lube. To be continued..

In the fall of 2018, I took a trip to Europe with my best friend who's straight as they come. He's lovely though, and him and my now boyfriend have actually gotten really tight, and he knows I'm bi and had no issue with it. About halfway through our trip, we made it to Amsterdam. When we went to university together we had become essentially high functioning stoners, and always talked about making a trip to Amsterdam for the quasi-legal weed. Of course by the time 2018 rolled around and we got around to doing it weed had become legal in Canada, but Amsterdam remains a beautiful city and was still an awesome stop. Anyways, I was the one who booked our accommodation while I had still been dating my ex-girlfriend of two and a half years. When we broke up in the summer, I essentially started a massive gay slutty phase, and started trying to scheme about how I could potentially get laid in Europe. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the famous party hostel I had booked in Amsterdam was literally around the corner from the Amsterdam bathhouse. Jackpot, I thought. There was just the small matter of getting away with it. Like I said, my buddy is super accepting, but explaining the concept of a bathhouse to a straight guy just seemed like a cultural bridge I was reluctant to cross, so I decided to ... lets say leave out a few details to him. After a heavy night of drinking around the red light district culminating in drinks at our hostel bar, he was making moves that he was going to head to bed, and I decided I would as well. I was reading on my phone about the sauna until I could hear him begin to snore around 1 in the morning. Game time. I put on my jeans and a sweater and went out in the cool October air. I always get this weird mix of nerves and adrenaline when I'm off to a bathhouse, and tonight was no exception. As it happened, I was below the age of 30 so I got in half price and got a free drink with the deal. As I put on my towel and started to explore the place, this place was nice. It looked more like a spa than a bathhouse, especially compared to the gritty one in my hometown. After a quick beer to calm my nerves, I find myself in the hot tub and next thing I know I'm making out with a hot German guy in his 40's. Unfortunately, he was also a top and this was before I'd figured out the whole "how to bottom" thing, so that was as far as it went with him. Next I met a guy from Aruba, who was hot, fit, and versatile. He was in the mood to bottom, so I led us into one of the cubicles. As he began sucking my dick, he said "You're really thick... I think I'm going to need some poppers to take you." He told me to wait while he quickly bought some from the desk, and came back. Next thing I know he puts the bottle under my nose, then bends over while we're standing and tells me to pound him. I do. He's being loud and moaning and groaning, and I can hear a few guys listening in outside the door. After a couple big deep pumps, I unload in him, cumming for the first time tonight. I walk out and I'm still horny. Moving right along. I go back into the hot tub where two hot guys in their late 30's/early 40's are heavily making out and shooting me looks while they breathe. As they walk out, one gives me the "follow us" eyes, and I hop out, grab my towel, and follow them into a room. They pull out a bottle of poppers and ask my position - I'm top, the other guy is a top, and one is a vers-bottom. Tag team time. I get to ride the bottoms ass first, basically delirious from the alcohol, strong poppers, and sensation. As I'm fucking the bottom, he's sucking the other guys cock, and we're making out while I fuck him. Truth be told, If I was in that scenario again, I almost certainly would have flipped for a bit and let the other guy (and the German guy) fuck me because he was hot, but alas, I still hadn't discovered my prostate and I'm not the kind of guy who's digestive system is a well oiled machine and can bottom on the fly. As I cum, the other guy declines to top and we all get out of the cubicle. I'm thinking it's late, and I really ought to be getting back since I ditched my buddy to have piggy anon sex and if he wakes up he'll have no clue where I am. But I'm still horny and that wins out. The last guy I fucked around 3 was an older guy, maybe in his 50's but still with a fit body. He was on all fours in one of the rooms. I enter the room, and close the door as he looks back at me. "Fuck yes", he says, obviously a little drunk or high, and horny as fuck. He starts backing back on me as I'm playing with myself lubing up. "Are you going to use a condom?" he asked "No." "Good, I love to be fucked deep and feel cum in me" We spent the next 10 minutes passing his poppers back and forth as I pounded him. He clearly knew what he was doing and was taking my cock like a champ. It was the best of bathhouse sex: Slutty, raw, anonymous, sordid. The thought of that in the act plus the poppers was enough to get me there, and I roared as I unloaded my third load of the night into his ass. When I was done, I got up, thanked him for the breeding while he stayed on all fours, and hopped in the shower. I walked the block back to the hostel grinning and satisfied, and decided I would try to go again if I could swing it. I managed to sneak there the following two nights as well, meaning I went there every night I was in Amsterdam, completely undetected by my bud. Next time I find myself in Amsterdam, I think I should go back and make a few new memories. ;)

Part-2 Things pretty much stayed the same for the next few weeks. Every two to three days TJ was up in my apartment when he needed more weed. And I was more than happy to keep supplying him as long as I got to suck that big 19 year old cock. Maybe suck is too nice of a way to put it. TJ was very aggressive and loved the fact that I had no gag reflex as he pounded his pierced cock down my very receptive throat. He loved to bury himself balls deep and hold my head tight against his hairy crotch as he pumped his huge loads of teenage cum right down my esophagus. And I loved every second of it. And because he was young and horny, he was always good for two loads. And I always rewarded him well for his stud service. I even got him to strip naked everytime while I serviced him fully clothed by offering him more weed. He may have technically been the rough trade, swapping his body for drugs, but I was the one who felt like the dirty whore, and I loved it. So after a few weeks of this, I decided it was time to take it to the next level. I gave TJ a soda laced with G. Not enough to knock him out, (although I do enjoy playing with a unconcious boy. There's few things dirtier than fucking and breeding a passed out boy, filling him up with my babies.) but enough to have him loose and vulnerable. So after he finished his soda and we had emptied a couple of bongs, he was high as fuck as he reclined, buck naked in all his scruffy, pierced and tattooed white trash glory. I began to slowly suck his cock, taking my time with it as I massaged his balls and taint. TJ just moaned as he limply laid back on the couch. I made slow love to his cock as I slowly pulled his skinny body over the edge of the couch and started to roll him over. "Dude, what are you doing?" He slurred. "You're not going to fuck me!" "Sssshhhhhhh." I silenced him. "I'm not going to fuck you, I promise. I just want to show you a new pleasure." I reassured him as I pulled out another baggie of weed. This time it was a full 1/4 oz. TJ looked at it with glassy eyes before he reached for it with an unsteady hand, grabbing it and clutching it to his chest. "All right," he mumbled, "you can touch it, but I don't get fucked." "Not yet you whore." I thought to myself as I handed him the loaded bong. TJ took a couple of more big hits as I got a real good look at his ass. His cheeks were covered in a light brown fuzz, and his crack was filled with a dense fuzzy trail. My mouth watered as I slowly spread him open, getting a look at his asshole for the first time. A musky smell hit my nostrils as I gazed down at his hairy brown hole. My cock was rock hard as my mouth moved toward his soon to be discovered pleasure spot, knowing I was about to be the first person to touch that promised land. My tongue lightly tickled his hairy hole and he gasped in surprise. I flicked at his brown pucker and blew on his hairs as he lightly moaned. Then I started licking his hole as his moans grew louder and longer. I planted my mouth against his shitter and really went to town. I sucked and nibbled on TJ's straight boy pussy, showing him for the first time in his young life just what a pleasure center his asshole was. He totally took me by surprise when he reached back and spread his cheeks apart, giving me better access. "Oh fuck dude!" He panted. "Eat my ass you dirty faggot! Oh fuck that feels good! Eat my hole!" And eat it I did. I stuck my tongue in him, past his anal ring which brought more moans and more dirty talk from him. I ate him out for probably 15 minutes before he groaned, "Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I quickly flipped him over as I wet my index finger and jammed it right up his straight skater boy cunt, hitting his prostate. He let out a howl of ecstasy as he grabbed my head and skull fucked me before shooting another one of his big loads down my throat. TJ collapsed back onto the couch in a sheen of sweat as the last drops of his cum dribbled onto my tongue, allowing me to taste the trashy young studs semen. "Dude, I gotta piss." He announced with his dick still in my mouth. "Do it here." I mumbled around his cock. "No way dude! I ain't fuckin doing that!" I was on a pure lust high and quickly grabbed another 1/8 and held it up. "Do it!" I demanded. "Give me your piss!" TJ paused for second before snatching the weed out of my hand. "God damn you're a disgusting queer. All right faggot, get your mouth on my dick!" I trembled with excitement as I took him back into my mouth and waited. It took him a few moments, but eventually a small stream started, which quickly became a large stream. I had trouble keeping up and piss dribbled out of my mouth onto his hairy legs. "Oh fuck dude." He groaned as he experienced another new erotic sensation, that of a warm mouth around his cock as he expelled his urine. "Oh yeah you dirty fag. Drink my piss you nasty bitch. Drink it all you dirty piss drinking faggot bitch!" As TJ verbally abused me, I reached down to my rock hard cock, and in just a few strokes, I was shooting off into my shorts as the last of TJ's piss flowed into my mouth.

It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.

As long as they have a functioning hole. I could care less how your dick looks. It's all just ornamental to me.

"Looking up at Ivan, he had a sweet, yet evil smile on his face." K C said. "I could feel his pierced cock at the entrance to my ass and without warning, he thrust himself inside. Already, the assault was breaking blood vessels as he thrust inch after inch of his diseased cock, causing further pain, but I knew with that pain, my hole was becoming fertile ground for the AIDS he'd deliver. Ivan was deeper in me than any man had been and still had 2" more to fill me with. Soon enough, I felt Ivan's balls against my ass cheeks and he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist and began fucking me. While he clearly fucked with the intention of infecting me, there was a tenderness that I found surprising and the look on his face was one of contentment. The pain I'd felt during penetration was gone and I now felt blissfully filled and instinctively, I worked my buttmuscles to give both us us maximum pleasure. I was barely able to make out Mickey, kneeling behind Ivan, face buried in his ass, eating frantically and knowing how happy the 3 of us were enhanced the scene. Maybe 10 minutes later, I felt Ivan's cock throb as he started pounding my ass again." His face contorted, Ivan proclaimed, "I'm cumming...infecting you!" Eight times, Ivan's cock spasmed, sending volleys of his AIDS seed deep in my ass. In my mind, the scorpion on Ivan's cock was alive, filling me with venom. "Don't worry, I take viagra so I stay hard and don't need to pull out and you'll be getting 2 more loads of poison from me. Three loads is my standard pozzing procedure because as they say, 'third time is the charm.' Although, one guy was too sore after the first breeding and yet, he still tested poz. K C, you have an amazing ass! So tight, wet, warm and so fuckin responsive! Ready for round 2, guys. Mickey, get your tongue back in my ass! You eat it like a condemned man having his last meal!" "Rounds 2 and 3 went much as the 1st round, but there seemed to be a growing connection. I couldn't be sure if Ivan was meshing with Mickey and myself on a personal level or if it was just him knocking me up." K C said. With a final, brutal thrust, Ivan announced, "Load 3! Fucked and pozzed!" Pulling out of my ass, Ivan's cock was coated with his cum, my assjuices and some of my blood. Mickey licked it clean and shared it with me in a kiss. "There's fresh blood on the cloth! We both did good!" Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan took out a buttplug, twirled it around the bit of his venom at my hole and pushed it inside me. "Don't remove this until tomorrow and it should come out clean. We'll use it on Mickey tomorrow night! I've done a lot of fucking in my life, most of it not infecting, but overall, K C, your ass is in the top 10 list! I'll text Boris to come get me. Any comments or questions while we wait?" "Of course, tonight was wonderful and actually beyond my expectations." K C said. "Just as you said, the initial penetration was painful, making my ass fertile ground and while you did fuck to infect, it felt like you were sharing a part of you, unless I'm reading more into this than what actually happened." "You're absolutely right and I never realized it until you pointed it out!" Ivan said with a broad grin. "Every time I've pozzed a guy, it was to infect and nothing more, no emotional connection, just ass and cock. With you, it's like you were giving yourself to me, asking for something within me and when I gave it to you, you gave me something in return. Don't worry, Mickey, I'm expecting the same from you and I know you won't disappoint!" "If you don't mind and it's not prying, I have a question." Mickey chimed in. "How did you get into pozzing guys? The very concept of gifting is quite intriguing." "Nobody's ever asked me that before and until tonight, I had no reason to discuss it." Ivan confessed. "This goes back to Theo's visit. After he bred me, that first night, he told me how Bob pozzing him created a bond between them and that they were a friends with benefits couple, free to fuck around with other men. Knowing I'd come down with the fuckflu, I asked Theo run my shop and have Bob come down and stay with us. Bob was on a flight the next day and seeing him in the flesh, he did look like he could be my older brother. For the next few nights, both Theo and Bob fucked me and a few weeks later, when my fuckflu hit, Bob looked after me and Theo ran my store. When I felt well enough, Theo put a scorpion tat on my cock and the same on Bob and that became our Family Crest and I promised no other man would get that ink. A few weeks later, a cute twink came in for a tramp stamp, a picture of a pig with CUM written across in black lettering. Holding a mirror, I showed him the finished project and said that should get results. 'Hardly the results I'm looking for! Every top in this fuckin town is either neg and on prep or poz and undetectable! What's a chaser to do to get knocked up?' Having seen a tease of his hot ass, I dropped my shorts and told him to chase here! His eyes lit up and he said, 'If you're serious, just say when and where!' I advised him to let his ink heal and we could do it in the apartment above my shop, but there'd be no turning back. Sure enough, 2 weeks later he was in my sling begging to be knocked up. After 3 weeks, he was down with the bugflu and an OraQuick test confirmed it. I told him to come to my shop when he felt better and we'd do something to celebrate his new status. I was itching to try something new with my hair and I told my guy to dye it neon blue with red tips. The twink comes back to my shop and I offer a free tat that could act as a billboard for my pozzing services. He asked for a scorpion tat in his dick like mine, but I tell him that's reserved for family. I suggest a bio haz above his pubes and he says it should be the colors of my hair, which is now my signature. He bought 3 more chasers to me and I found that pozzing guys gave me a thrill. Of course, tonight was beyond thrilling." Just then, his phone chirped. "Boris is here!" Mickey used his phone to open the gates and he walked Ivan downstairs. "I loved the look on K C's face when you were in him ballsdeep. Hoping to have the same look on my face tomorrow!" "Oh, you will!" Ivan assured him as he walked out the door to the awaiting car. The next night was pretty much the same, this time with Mickey getting 3 loads of Ivan's venom. After plugging Mickey's hole, K C led Ivan downstairs where Boris awaited. Back upstairs the 2 of them rolled around in bed, passionately kissing until they were exhausted and fell asleep. Ironically, 18 days later they both woke up to what had to be a fuckflu...sheets soaked in sweat, high fever, swollen glands, puking...the works. As instructed, they sent a text to Boris and OraQuick tests confirmed they were both poz. Boris drove them to Ivan's house and cared for them. Once they were well enough. he drove them to the back entrance of Ivan's shop where they got their tats. To be continued

Trevor was on his hands and knees on the living room carpet, his face down and his hairy muscled solid ass raised up. He was moaning deep and hungry from his throat as he moved his ass back and forth and up and down in front of my face as I knelt behind him. He was starting to feel the effects of the loaded needleless syringe I had emptied into his hairy chute a few moments earlier that had been filled with a powerful booty bump. Damn this pig just kept getting hungrier and needier for more sex, more drugs and more cum and piss. I slid 3 fingers knuckles-deep inside his wet warm pig hole and felt his ass muscles begin caressing and working on my digits like he was jacking a dick with his hole. His moans grew louder and greedier as he pushed his perfect bi boy ass back eagerly trying to get my fingers deeper inside him. “Yeah you hot fucking sexed up bottom pig. You like those fingers inside your boi pussy don't you?”, I asked. “You like feeling me stretch your cock craving boi hole and twisting my fingers back and forth huh? Makes you crazy to get fucked again doesn't it?” “Oh yesssss, bro it fucking feels so good! I love having something in my tight hairy pig hole...whatever you and Daddy want to put in it – cocks, fingers, tongues,dildos. I can't get enough bro. Please, man, please use my hole. Keep it filled. Gawd I love the feelings you and Daddy make my slutty hole feel!” “And you love all the cum and piss and meth we put in your wet open hole too don't you? Feeding your piggy hunger and making you understand what a fucking cock-worshipping pig bitch like you is here for. Your ass and your throat are meant to service and pleasure and be used by alpha men to drill and pound and breed and mark as long and as often as they need to use your holes, right, boy?” “Yes, bro, gawd yes! I want you and Daddy using and owning my fucking holes, using me as your cumdump and urinal. Damn dude I can't believe how much I need you both inside me.” “And other men too, pig? You want other men deep in your ass and throat too don't you? Feeling all the cock you can get stuffing you, stretching you, breeding you. Doesn't matter who it is or what color or age as long as your holes are being fucked and cummed in. Nothing about the tops that are using your holes matters if they keep you fucked and fucked up, right baby boi?” I was working on his mindset to want nothing but cock, eventually – soon! - even the fucker's status wouldn't matter to our strung out cockwhore as long as he kept getting his “fix” of dick, cum and piss. “Fuck yeah bro! All the men that you and Daddy want to have use my ass and mouth. My holes belong to you all and I will take whoever's cock in my guts that you all say! Just don't let the fucking stop bro! Please!! I have to have cocks and cum all the time!” I now had 4 fingers moving in and out and around in semi circles inside this sexy tina-controlled hairy pig's ass. I could feel all the cum and piss that Daddy and I had been dumping in him again and again and again covering my fingers, knowing that every single drop of all that cum in his young naive hole was lethal unmedicated HVL POZ cum! I was working it into the torn and abused tissues of the lining of his ass making sure our family dna made it's way into his dna, changing him forever. Gawd my dick was so fucking hard thinking of all the dirty sperm our pig boi had inside him. He was no doubt already as good as knocked up but Daddy and I were enjoying his holes and piggy hunger too much to stop now. It was close to 10:00 on Saturday night and we still had a hell of a lot of time to use this whore's body and holes and mind. And we still had not gotten to the point of getting him to beg for POZ cum but it wouldn't be much longer I was sure. Without him being aware of it his mind had already crossed that threshold of insatiable need and desire. He couldn't stop taking cock and cum even if he tried. But he wasn't going to try that. No fucking way! I passed the poppers to him and told him to hit them hard and keep on hitting them. As I felt the warmth from the popper rush spread around my fingers in his ass, I folded my thumb into the palm of my hand and began applying pressure moving my entire fist toward his red puffy and gripping hole. Fuck I couldn't wait to see his reaction to his first fisting!!

I used to work at a small Motel and fixing - controlling - keeping the motel together . Sometimes meet certain people - making sure they have a Good time ! I remember a couple / guys signed in to stay a week and asking no maid service . One guy was tall ( 6' 7" ) and the other was about 5'4" - small and tight body - gotten my interest ! I had a chance talking to them several times - to get to know them - becoming friends . One Day I handed them new towels and seen in the room there were used condoms laying on the floor ! ( gave me a instant erection with HOT ideas ) . I tried to be extra nice to them - fresh towels - little mints and chatting with them . ( I sneaked taking 2 used condoms - knew they were not going to missed it ! ) The Bigger guy went to work while leaving his cute friend in the room ! I received a call his bath room sink was clogged - went to fix it ! ( Before going there - I was wearing my cute blue jean shorts - no underwear - cock and balls showing some - bucket and wrench ! I was surprised noticing he did not clean up the room - used condoms every where ! He greeted me at the door - looking around in the room - I bent over picked up a used condom - put my finger into it - finger covered with the cum - in my mouth licking it ! Then laying on the floor - pulling of the pipe off cleaning it - I had my wrench laying across my lap - on my dick - I ask him to hand me my wrench - crasp his hand - pressing against my hard dick . Beautiful smile came across his face - he got up and walked away - I made sure the sink was fixed and getting ready to go - he came back naked - took me to bed - had a Good Fucking time ! Invited me back to his room at 4 a.m. morning - I did - his friend tall and a dark dick about 12 inches . His buddy , little friend , and joining the smoking weed - smoking some meth - oh fuck me - all night long ! 2 Days later was exhausting - having 3 some's , the last day - they were checking out - I was told his little buddy having trouble with the pop machine - had to go out there . I got him a coke - stepped into the laundry room - he giving me a deep passionate kiss - filled with his partner cum load - snow balling ! Then he grabbed and squeezed my dick hard - sucking me off - shot a load into his mouth - gave me a hug - went to his car - giving his boyfriend a deep kiss - my cum load - both gave me thumbs up - oh a packaged of used condoms .

I usually ignore the "Ask Me" profiles, but on occasion, I have been know to engage in one of my favorite activities: sarcasm. Off the top of my head, here are a couple response you could throw his way. Invite him to view your profile but tell him nothing in it is accurate. Say that you do that to throw off the guys who ask for your stats. Take "Ask Me" literally and ask random science and math questions. Compliment him on using his profile as a platform for an "Ask Me" advice column. It is very selfless of him to offer to take on those nagging problems that plague gay relationships. That profile was unique because it also said: "You Tell Me." sounds like the perfect opportunity to break out the tea leaves and read his fortune. Most likely you'll get blocked if you started doing any of these, but it's not like you were expecting a real reply from him anyway.

My pig side is definitely returning despite the COVID-19 risk. After my escapades at the beach I’ve definitely been hungry for more. Sunday evening I texted one of my fuck buds to see if he was available. He’s what I call my preloader. He’s always desirous and willing to fuck my ass so I used to take advantage of him to preload my ass before going to communion or other sex parties. It was great to arrive already with a load up my ass. Sunday night I just wanted raw, dirty, anonymous sex. After I got my load from him I headed to cruise the park. With the virus I’ve definitely noticed an uptick in the amount of cruising happening in the parks. They were quite a few guys out but I was drawn to this older black guy with grey dreadlocks. Probably because he had this big floppy dick hanging out of his unzipped pants. I felt it’s substantial girth and weight in my palm before getting down on my knees to open my mouth up as wide as I could. As his dick grew harder, he took control of my head to force it deeper in my mouth. After a while, I shifted to a squatting position pulling down my gym shorts to expose my ass. I was hoping he wasn’t just looking for a blow job. Luckily he wasn’t and after stroking my cheeks and fingering my hole, he bent me over a water fountain and started to shove his way into my post COVID-19 tight ass. He blew while telling me that I had a good pussy for black dick. With two loads in me, I decided to check out the bathrooms. They are filthy and disgusting; mainly used by the homeless but guys do fuck in there. I walked in to find a masked Latino guy with his shirt and pants undone hanging out in one of the stalls. He beckoned me to join him and once I did, he didn’t waste any time. I didn’t even need to suck him! He had one of those uncut solid dicks that’s like a log. No taper to it. While fucking me he kept on asking me “do you like it? “ until he spurted his wad into me. I was hoping for one more before I needed to head home to at least get five hours of sleep before work. I ran into a sweet black guy with glasses that enjoyed my hole for a while but didn’t cum. I swear after this whole thing is over I’m going to be an open hole for an entire year to get all the dick I’ve lost during the pandemic!

6. Safe as Homes Fabien watched James quickly drink the contents of the juice box. He knew that there was another 1.5ml of G in each one. Unlike James, Fabien nursed his drink, suddenly having to chug it as the Uber pulled in to the curb. "Here," the driver said. "You boys have fun," he said, smiling. "Don't forget your bag," he mentioned to Fabien. "Thanks," Fabien said. He reached back into the car to grab the party bag Tiago had given him. "Gonna fuck him up?" the driver said. "Your friend?" Fabien noticed the driver for the first time. He wasn't that tall, but he had a tight, muscular body. He had dark hair, and a thick, Arab beard. He wasn't that bad looking. "Hell yeah," Fabien said. "Rape him good." "Well. If you need any help, let me know." He handed Fabien a card with a number scribbled on it. Fabien stuck it in his pocket, grabbed the bag, and closed the door. He wondered how James would look if he were impaled on Omar's thick cock. "Where are you?" he asked James. "This way," James said, and lead him through the gates to the apartment complex. "Where did the guy live?" Fabien asked. He could see James shiver. He wondered what memory the question had brought back. His dick throbbed at the possibilities. "Sorry," he said, "I mean, if it brought back anything bad." James stopped, and Fabien put his arms around him. "It's good," Fabien said. "It's hard," James said. "I just. I don't know what to do." "You don't have to do anything at all. It was something very hard for you." James was crying again. Fabien wished his cock wasn't quite so hard. "Thank you." He pointed at a corner several floors up. "There," he said. "4F. I can't forget it." "How does it make you feel? Seeing it now?" "Angry. Mad. Helpless. Scared." "Let's go," Fabien said. "Get you in your apartment. Probably don't want to meet him right now." "No. No. It's not going to happen," James said, panic in his voice, almost like he was once more face to face with Conrad. "I just can't. No." "Where are you?" Fabien asked. "Get you somewhere safe." "Yeah. Safe." James was shaking; Fabien wondered just how much G was in the juice box. Not to mention what he had taken earlier, and he couldn't forget the booty bump. "Please. Safe." "Where?" Fabien asked. Finally, James began to walk towards a distant door. It was off a hallway from the central atrium; the hallway was lit with a flickering florescent bulb. James fumbled with the key, but eventually got the door open. The apartment was spare; it was mostly filled by bed in one corner, a worn sofa in another, and the battered table and two wooden chairs by the small kitchen area. "Home," James said. "I dunno. I don't want to hurt." "Let me hold you," Fabien said. "You don't have to do anything. You can just share with me." James nodded, the tears in his eyes. Fabien took off his shoes, watch, and emptied his pockets. James did the same, leaving his phone on the floor next to the bed. The two men climbed into bed. "I can't forget his laugh." James finally said. "It's what I remember most." "His laugh?" Fabien asked. "When I told him to stop. He laughed at me. Then just said, 'But I haven't cum yet,'" "What did you do?" "I was tied up. Blindfolded." James paused; he was starting to sob. "I couldn't do anything. And he knew it." Fabien's cock was stiff. He wanted to adjust it, but he wanted to hear what James would say next. "He knew it. And he just laughed." "Did he cum in you?" Fabien asked. "After that?" "Yeah. He did. Twice I think." "You think?" Fabien asked. "I was blindfolded. And there were other guys there too. Watching me. Laughing." "How many? Guys there, I mean." "Three? Four? It was hard to keep track." "Did they all fuck you?" "I think so." He sobbed quietly, not wanting Fabien to know just how weak he was. "I don't know. I couldn't do anything to stop them." James's phone buzzed. He reached down and grabbed it. It was a message from Tim. "Tiago said you had a bad night?" "I should answer this," James managed to say. He turned back to the phone. "Yeah. Made bad choices." "There was so much cum in your hole," Fabien said. "Earlier. When Dr. T had you open." James's phone buzzed again. "We all do that. You just have to learn what you did wrong, and make better choices in the future." Tiago continued to type. "I've got a meeting. But Tiago said you have a friend there. I'll come by your place in an hour. You can tell me what happened." "Sure," James wrote back. "I guess." He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell another person about the dicks that had forced themselves into him. "Sorry," he said to Fabien. "Friend. He might come over later." "That's cool. Just a friend? Or have you guys fucked too?" James hesitated. He hated how every question Fabien asked made him seem like even more of a slut. "Don't worry," Fabien said. "I know you've done a lot. You said you liked to party. And Tiago said he fucked you. It's cool." "Yeah," James said. "He fucked me. A lot. And.." "Yeah?" "He and Tiago shared me." "Damn. That's hot. Were you high?" "Yeah." "Did the guy give you drugs too?" "He did. More than I wanted." "That's intense. Did you pass out?" "I...I..." James stammered again. "I can't really remember. There's gaps. I don't remember. And then I do." "You don't have to remember anything you don't want to," Fabien said. "Just remember the good things, right?" He was nodding, just like Tiago had taught him; James started to nod as well. "Hey. Let's smoke a bit, ok? You already got some. I need to catch up." "Yeah, I guess," James said. He was lying down, but he wanted to get up and move around. He felt warm, and happy; there was even a bead of sweat on his forehead. His hole was itching, and as much as he hated it, he wanted to get fucked. He wanted to feel Tiago hold him. He looked up at Fabien. He had found a glass pipe, and was heating up the bowl. "Do a few hits with me," Fabien said, and then started to inhale deeply. James remembered how the clouds had tasted and good he had felt when Tim had shared it with Tiago and him. But as soon as he remembered that, he remembered how Conrad had forced him to inhale the crystal clouds. James tensed, his body twitching, remembering what had happened. "You ok," Fabien asked. "You tensed up." Fabien inhaled from the glass pipe. "Just. Memories. It's hard." Fabien exhaled. "From last night?" James nodded. Fabien smiled. "What happened," he asked. "I want to hear it." Fabien inhaled again. It was a long, slow draw. "I was tied up. Blindfolded," James said. "I could hear him. Hear him hitting the pipe. He did massive hits." "Do one with me," Fabien said. He leaned in, and pressed his lips against James's mouth. Before he knew what he had done, James had opened his mouth. Fabien took immediate advantage, and exhaled his cloud directly down James's throat. "It's so good," Fabien said, kissing James. "This feels good, doesn't it?" James nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. The crystal was warm and made his mind spin. "He did massive hits?" Fabien asked, reminding James of his tale. "He forced it into me. I was too high, too tired to do anything. I had to take it." "It's better now," Fabien said. He handed James the pipe. It was warm and smoking. "You can do a hit on your own," he said. "Remember how good it can feel?" James nodded, and let himself take a slow hit from the pipe. "That's it. No worries. Enjoy it." James felt his lungs fill. His head was filling with familiar, sleazy thoughts. The memories came with them. He gasped, a bit of smoke escaping. "You ok?" Fabien asked. James paused and held the smoke in. Fabien took the pipe, and heated it up again. James exhaled. "Just. Just another memory." "I'm here," Fabien said. "Tell me what happened." Fabien inhaled again. "He put some tina on his cock," James said. "I didn't want to get fucked. I didn't want more drugs. I told him no." "But?" Fabien said, before returning to the pipe. "He did it. He fucked me. It hurt. Like my ass was on fire." "He didn't take no," Fabien said. James nodded. "Take another hit." Fabien passed the pipe to James. "Smoking will help you. Get you in a better headspace." "Yeah?" James asked. "I just want to forget." Fabien nodded, and James started to suck on the glass stem. "Just let yourself feel good for a moment," Fabien said. He watched James hit the pipe. Fabien saw how James was staring at him. Fabien smiled, but let James take a huge hit before gently nodding his head. James held the hit for nearly thirty seconds, before finally exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," James said. "Fuck." "Feeling it?" Fabien asked. "Yeah. I am. It's. It's" "It's good," Fabien said. "It's really good for you." He held up the torch, and lit it. "Now. Do another hit. And tell me another story about last night."

It is so hard to know. When I am at a leather weekend or go the piss party in Chicago or head to Toronto for Fukdto, I fuck a ton of guys. Sometimes it can be 20 to 25 different men and sometimes it's more like 12 to 15--as I keep fucking the best 6 or 7 more than once over the four or five hours I'm at the event. I can fuck forever. And the length of play makes for a massive load when I finally decide who is going to get it.

At IML a few years back I went to a bb party one of the evenings. I was a bit buzzed and horny as fuck. I can’t remember for sure but I think I put my bare dick in about 20-25 guys that night. I’ll never forget at the end I was sobering up and I remember how different each guys ass felt. I bred 4 guys and took 4 loads. I had about 15 guys dick me through the evening It was one of the best parties I’ve been to to this day. I’ve still never seen so many guys breeding each other in person.

Part-9 The guys and I all went down to the hotel restaurant to force some food into ourselves. Of course we left the boys in the room. Brent was left in a straight jacket. Hooded and gagged, he was left on his stomach with his legs pulled up painfully behind him and a large vibrating plug in his ass. He also had earbuds in that again just played static. Eric was on the bed. He had several leather straps the went around his ankles, just below his knees, his thighs, his waist, where his wrists were secured, and his upper arms, across his chest. Furthermore, he was strapped to the mattress itself with more tie downs, so he couldn't possibly roll off the bed. He had clamps on his nipples and the metal plug and cock cage on again, hooked up to the box that went through a random cycle which included some very serious jolts. (But the penis gag he wore should stifle any screams!) And to top it off, his head was propped up on pillows so he could view the TV. We had it hooked up to one of those hypno videos you find on pornhub, the really nasty ones for sub training. And even if he closed his eyes to the imagery, he would still be subjected to the audio through the headphones he wore. Oh, and both boys had been given a hit of X and a viagra. That should keep them both occupied in their own way for the next couple of hours, that is, if they were lucky. While we were eating, Steve and I occupied ourselves by editing the videos we had taken of Eric. To use against him, of course. The poor kid had no idea he would never be returning to his former life. We planned to take him back home with us, after we destroyed his relationship with his family, his job, and his roommates. And after we explained how he was going to convert to poz, and he had nowhere else to go, we would convince him coming home with us was the only option. We would take care of him, getting the meds he would need, for a price of course, his complete servitude. We would convince him that was all he was good for now, like Brent. I wanted to keep Eric around for a good long time. At least until I grew tired of him and dumped him off at some truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Alex, meanwhile, had been busying himself texting with the guys who had hosted the sex party the night before, offering the use of Eric. He had sent them pics of our pretty whore prince, telling them that up until last night, he had been a virgin mormon boy, and even though he had already been well used, he was still somewhat fresh, and needed more dirty seed in him. As much as possible. Of course the hosts, Jim and Tom, jumped at the chance to assist in Eric's destruction. They knew plenty of guys that would be willing to stop by and drop a load. They even gave me permission to advertise Eric on a few websites to REALLY fill up his pussy. We planned the festivities to start at 9, and to go on however long it lasted. They could both call into work the next day. I couldn't wait. It actually took us three hours to get back to the room. We had to run a couple of errands. I wanted to find a slutty Prince Eric outfit, and I succeeded. I found some blue running shorts that I bought in a large children's size, to ensure they look extra slutty on him. I also bought some red jockstraps, so when I pulled up the waist, they would show above his too small shorts and look like his sash. His shirt was easy, a white wife beater. I planned to make it into a crop top. Of course I bought several of each of these things for various, "looks". I even bought him a pair of black leather boots that laced half way up his calf. He was a size 10, like Steve. When we opened the door, Eric was bathed in sweat. His eyes pleaded at us for mercy. Just then, one of the big jolts went through him. Five full seconds of high intensity on his cock and ass. Eric's body went ridged and shook as his eyes clenched in pain. "Does my prince want the nasty machine turned off?" I asked in a mocking tone. Eric shook his head yes violently just as another strong jolt rocked his body. "If I turn the machine off, will my prince be a good boy and do as he's told?" Eric shook his head yes again. I took the machine, and gave him one more jolt for good measure. I wanted to ensure Eric was a very grateful boy to have his torment end, and to realize that I had the power to inflict more if I so choosed. I removed the headphones and the gag. "Thank you Sir! A very humble boy said. I smiled knowing just how fucked up this kids head was right now, and how agreeable he would be to anything I demanded. "You stink kid!" I told him as I was undoing his restraints. "First thing is a shower!" I helped him into the bathroom and into the tub. I turned on the shower, cold of course. Eric yelped. "Can I have some warm water please Sir?" Eric begged. "No!" I reprimanded him. "Slaves don't get warm water. Now hurry up and clean yourself!" Eric quickly washed his body and was soon smelling fresh again. I took him into the bedroom and handed him a red jockstrap. He put it on without question. Then I handed him the blue shorts. They were perfect. They were skin tight and showed off his caged cock very nicely. They were also very short and the bottom of his ass cheeks hung out. I rolled the waist of the shorts down so you could actually see a little bit of skin between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the jockstraps waistband. HOT! I took a knife and cut the bottom of the tank top off so it hit him mid chest, exposing his flat, defined stomach. I gave him his boots and he had the quickly laced up, and in no time flat, there was my picture perfect, slutty, whorey Prince Eric. "Ok baby," I said, "get on the bed and pose for me." Eric did this without a second thought. Already such a good boy. "But just one more thing." I grabbed the knife and cut a long slit down the crack of the shorts so Eric's gorgeous ass could be seen. I had him do many different slutty poses, all of them making him look like the whore I had turned him into. And he didn't question me once. By the time I had finished my little photoshoot, Steve had finished his little project which was to write up our advertisement of Eric. It read, "Have you ever wanted to fuck a Disney prince?" "Here's your chance! This genuine Disney prince actor is offering up his hole for anyone who has ever wished upon a star. This 18 year old beauty is offering up his beasty hole for any cock who wishes to breed and seed him. Zip-a-Dee-do-dah, no cock will be refused entrence into his magic kingdom. There is only one rule, NO CONDOMS......PERIOD! All sperm deposits must be made into his butt-pirate cove. So don't be late for this tea party and slide on down into cum-splash mountain. This charming price will be available: Now to 8PM at his hotel. 9PM to ? at a house party. After the house party to ? back at his hotel. So cum to the ball! This parTy prince is definitely an E ticket ride! Message for directions to either venue!" I laughed at my punny partner. I quickly had several pics of slutty Eric uploaded. "Perfect, now we just have sit back and wait." I said as I lit a freshly loaded pipe for Eric, smiling as I saw his eyes light up.

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

Since I was a child I lived in the same neighborhood, with the same neighbors. I played on the street with the usual people, until we grew up and moved away. All the houses in the neighborhood had a child my age, except that of the neighbor on the right, who lived alone. Everyone said he was gay, so no one came close to him. But I always thought they were envious, because he had the biggest house in the region, with a pool and everything. My parents always treated him well, invited him to my birthday parties and he gave me great gifts, so I was always courteous to him too. When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was Pablo, the neighbor, who took care of me while my father was in the hospital with her. In the two years that followed until the death of my mother, we created a bond almost like father and son. At that time, I already knew that he was really gay, I had met some of his boyfriends, and he was the first person to whom I told that I was also gay. What I didn't told him was that I had a secret crush on him, after all, a skinny teenager like me would never have a chance with a mature, 36-year-old man, wealthy and well resolved like him. I had already spent countless afternoons in the pool at Pablo's house, and when he went swimming with me, I would look at his strong, hairy body, with that big volume in his trunks and all the tattoos he had on his body. He told me to wear swim trunks, but I always wore shorts, so he wouldn't notice my erection. My father was very depressed after my mother's death and started drinking, so whenever I could, I would run away to Pablo’s. He had even given me a copy of his key, so I could come in and watch TV or use the computer when he was gone working. One day, as usual, I went to his house during his working hours, thinking it would be empty. I was starting to settle in the living room when I heard a groaning noise coming from his room. I went there in silence and came across a scene that left my jaw dropping. Pablo was fucking another man with all the pressure. The guy was under him, in a chicken position, while Pablo fucked him mercilessly. His hairy, juicy ass was in front of me, as were his huge balls. The guy moaned and screamed like he was in paradise. For a moment, I thought the man under him had seen me, because he whispered something in Pablo's ear after looking at the door. But I was well hidden in the shades and they just kept fucking, without looking in my direction. I was looking at that scene for some time, my dick exploding in my underwear, when I heard Pablo saying: “Do you want my cum?” ”Yes, I really want it”, the other man shouted in ecstasy. “And what kind of cum is it?”, asked Pablo. “It's poz cum.” "Say what you want then," ordered my neighbor. “I want you to poz me, to fill me with HIV.” Hearing that was strange. First, because I didn't know that my neighbor had HIV. Second, the other guy was getting fucked without a condom on purpose, literally begging to be infected. A few seconds after that, I heard Pablo howling, and I knew he was coming inside the passive's ass, injecting him with his virus-contaminated semen. I turned away in silence, left his house and ran to mine. My cock was still hard and drooling in my underwear, so I ran to the bathroom and touched myself remembering the scene I had just witnessed. I came as I never had in my life, I had to restrain myself from screaming otherwise I would get my dad's attention. I didn't fully understand why the guy wanted to be infected with a virus that had no cure, but I realized how that would feel in sex. Because it was bigger than just sex, they were creating a bond that would last until the end of their lives, something totally irreversible. I never mentioned any of that to anyone, obviously, because people would find it strange and try to get me away from Pablo. I continued to act normally with him, but in a way our relationship was no longer the same, because I knew his secret. The more the time passed, the more I understood the fetish that man had to be pozzed by my neighbor. It was literally putting your life in the hands of the other, and I didn't know a better person than my neighbor to have that kind of trust. I started researching the subject on the internet and discovered that there was a whole community with this type of fetish. The more videos I watched, the more I became horny about it. I even lost track of how many handjobs I gave myself imagining my neighbor doing that to me. It was in these researches that I discovered that a tattoo that he had just above the swimsuit mark meant that he was positive and that he was proud of it. One day, when we were sitting by the pool, I got some courage and said: “I really like your tattoos, when I turn 18, I want to get some done.” "Tattooing is something that when you do the first one, you get addicted," he said. “Would you be upset if I had one just like yours?”, I asked. “Which one?” he wanted to know. "The one over the swim trunks," I said innocently. “I think it's very beautiful.” He smiled a little condescendingly, as if I had no idea what I was talking about and said: “That one has a very special meaning for me, someday I’ll explain it to you.” I didn't ask anything because I already knew what it meant, and he closed the matter too. But I realized that from that day on he started looking at me differently, as if he were evaluating me. At that time, I was starting to gain some muscle, because I was going to the gym and my body was starting to develop as well. There was hair growing in corners that I never imagined I could have it, and I left everything to be natural, just as I had seen that Pablo was. I thought he could be evaluating me in that matter, seeing the changes in my body, but he never said anything. Time passed and our relationship remained the same as always. It was childish of me to still hope to be with a man twenty years older than me, who thought about me as if I was his son more than anything.

What's the most holes you've fucked in one night? Not necessarily bred but just fucked. My highest is about 40 on naked night at the Laboratory in Berlin during gay pride weekend. You literally had to queue up for an hour to get in there it was so full. Whenever I'm at the Lab, I have a few drinks and get super horny, and the place is full of guys of all ages with their asses up the air or in slings taking all comers. I find myself almost manically going from one to another trying to fuck as many holes as possible. I delay cumming as much as possible so I don't peter out too fast. I dumped my load in about three or four asses that night. Afterwards I went to the Bull bar and fuck another handful of wasted guys and got home about 10am. I dumped my last load in a muscled young guy bent naked over a barrel taking dick after dick. Berlin is unbelievable for this sort of thing. If you're in decent shape, you could easily fuck hundreds of holes in a week there.

So hot .......when bottoming a guys cock is just an ornament however big or small....the focus is on his hole and being versatile, I totally get it from both sides Big turn on when top makes it clear he needs to use your hole..............from teen days I was taught to always make my hole available to a hung top when required........hence eventually getting it inked;)

I think they're obviously under-represented in porn for cultural reasons. But possibly the hottest porn star I've ever seen is Arad Winwin who is essentially a refugee from Iran (or so he claims!).

The page seems to be no longer active so I am glad the pledge is printed here. We should recommit ourselves to this as we come out of this other pandemic.

Our condo has a plumbing contractor and he came out once to check all the units in our building for low water pressure. He was a much older Mexican man and not really attractive. I had left my porn out in my master bedroom and he saw it. It gave him ideas, because he came back out with a hard on inside his pants. He told me he could see that I liked "man pipe" and asked me if I wanted to suck his dripping pipe, which I did. Whenever he was dispatched to our building he wold knock on my door after he finished the job to see if I was home so I could fix his plumbing leak. For an unattractive guy, he had a huge uncut pipe and shot like a cannon. I must have sucked him off about 20 times the whole 10 years i lived there.

Keep the comments coming, love hearing your feedback and thoughts: Part: 8 He turned me around and just slammed his cock into me. By now I was gapping open and had so much cum in me that it easily went in with no resistance. Despite all the dicks I had taken this was still the biggest and it fucking made me feel full. I loved it. “I’m gonna fuck all those loads into you bitch. Make sure it takes. You popper slut. Your life will change tonight forever. You are going to take my poz load. I’m gonna fuck death into you.” Wait what? Poz?! Is that what I heard, and then it hit me, all the comments they had been making that I thought was just fun talk was real. Their dirty cum, charged load, gifts! I tried to pull off his dick. “No way man, I don’t want to be poz, that’s not what I signed up for.” Wham, I felt a hit on the back of my head, I didn’t pass out but totally dazed me: “shut up cunt, you have been taking poz dick all night and you liked it. I saw that cum dump glaze in your eyes every time they charged ur pussy up. Look around, all these men are your gift givers.” The lights went up, as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see around the room. There were like 15 guys there. Old, young, fat, skinny…it was a fucking mix of guys, even two homeless guys that I had seen outside the building when I first got here. They asked me for change! I was on all 4s, frozen, my life sort of flashed before my eyes. My wife, my son. I was poz? What? Wait! I was so confused on what was going on. before I could process anything I felt the big black cock just slam into me. I lurched forward, grunted. A bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose. I automatically took a hit. And then it hit me, well. there is no turning back. I have so much poz cum up my wrecked hole that there is no point turning back now. That’s when I realized my cock was rock hard. This shit turned me on. “Poz my pussy sir. I beg you” “that’s my cunt, I knew you loved it. You really are a true cum dump.” And with that he pulled his cock out to the tip and slammed it back in. He wrecked my hole for what seemed forever. He was much thicker than all the other guys. Someone kept offering me poppers and I kept taking them. I was flying high. My dick was rock hard thinking of all that poz cum in my ass working its way into my system. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take my demon seed. I’m gonna knock up that gaping hole. Fill you with my poz seed.” “yes sir, please, breed my pussy. I was made to take all loads. I was made to serve men. Poz my slutty ass.” I felt his cock expand in my ass, stretch my hole even more, and he shot rope after rope of cum up my ass. I clenched my ass, milking that poison dick, milking every drop of poz cum with my ass. “fuck yeah slut, you did well…ready for some more poz cum?” “fuck yes sir. I want all the poz cum I can get.” And with that one of the homeless guy slipped back into my gaping ass. I spent the rest of the night being fucked over and over by the guys. I don’t know how many loads I took. All I know is that when I got home late that night I passed out in a heartbeat. I didn’t even change, I was so tired, my legs hurt. I woke up the next morning, still in the jock, a wet spot under my ass from all the poz cum I had taken the night before. The wife was coming home later that day. Not sure how I was going to deal with any of this, but for now I realized I was rock hard. I jerked off while I fingered my hole and shot the biggest load ever thinking of all that poz cum still in me.

I woke up several hours later with a severely dry mouth. I chugged an entire bottle of Gatorade, and laid back until Pup woke up. It was now mid-day going on evening, and I had originally scheduled my flight home for the next day, but I wanted to keep playing. I called and rescheduled my flight for two days out. We setup for another play session and he had me get in the sling. “What do you want now boy?”, Pup asked. I pondered for a second, “I want another slam.” “Yeah? What else do you want boy?”, he questioned. “I’ve never been gangbanged before, I want to be fucked by as many guys as possible.” “You’ll take any load from any guy I get for you?” I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes sir”. “And you’re not going to run to your bottle of PrEP once it’s over?” “You can take my PrEP bottle away from me if you want.” “You’re sure boy? You know I’ve already given you a toxic slam and a couple toxic loads. Without PrEP you’re going to be poz.” “I know, sir. I want your DNA inside of me.” “Good boy. Where is your PrEP bottle?” “It’s in my toiletry bag, in my suitcase.” Pup dug around until he found the bottle, held it up and said “Say Goodbye” as he left the room with it. He came back a few minutes later. To this day I have no idea what he did with it, and I don’t care. “You’re a poz meth whore now, how does it feel?” “It’s what I’ve wanted for years. It feels right.” “Fucking slut. I’m going to get you some cum. But first, I’m going to slam you. How much do you want?” “Give me a .25 again.” As much as I wanted to try a bigger slam I was afraid of how much I’d like it, and I knew once I went bigger I’d never go down again. Pup prepared a couple syringes with Trimix, he administered mine and showed me how to administer his. Once we were both hard he tied off my arm and administered my slam, then did his own. He started texting his friends and going on Grindr, Craigslist, and every other app you can think of inviting guys over to try out my hole. Within 30 minutes we had a good sized crowd. The crowd was mostly tops with one other bottom that got fucked when guys weren’t fucking me. I didn’t ask anyone’s status, but assumed most of the guys were positive since we were all barebacking. However, there was a top named Zach that made it a point to announce “By the way, I’m poz” right before he loaded my hole. My dick got even harder, and I knew for sure I’d found my calling as a poz cumdump. I got loaded by all of the tops, some a couple times, until my hole was loose and full of cum. As the sun came up on another day I climbed out of the sling and said my goodbyes as the party wound down. I was still wide awake so Pup and I played some on our own before we crashed for a few hours. After our nap pup had me setup his laptop and webcam pointed at the sling, and told me we were going to put on a show for one of his friends, we’ll call him Wolfie. I had an immediate crush on him even though he was on webcam, he’s a very hot otter in his early 30’s, with one of the best devilish grins I’ve ever seen. Pup got in the sling, administered his own slam, and then had me fist him while Wolfie watched. In the meantime Wolfie slammed himself and played with his own hole while we watched. It was so hot watching his transformation on camera from a mild mannered guy into a slammed up pig, I’ll never forget it. Once Pup was satisfied he told me to get in the sling, and I had no idea what was coming. First he produced some ankle restraints. “You’re going to experience something that I have yet to experience”, he told me as he started locking my ankles into place. “I’m going to force slam you, and you don’t have a choice.” With that, he put a blindfold on me and I was completely at his mercy. I heard locks being fastened to the ankle restraints and he grabbed my wrists and did the same. I was excited and way more nervous than I’d been all weekend, my entire body was electrified and he hadn’t slammed me yet. Pup ran the needle over my skin without injecting me, waves of electricity emanated through my body from where it touched me. After playing with me for a bit, and as Wolfie watched from afar, Pup tied off my arm. “Get ready to fly”, Pup said as he administered my fourth and final slam of the weekend. I had no control over how big it was, and I loved giving up control to him. The electric feeling in my body was immediately replaced with the pure pleasure released by the slam. Earlier in the weekend I had told Pup about Kyle, and told him I wanted him to make a video to send to him as I knew he read stories like this on Breeding Zone, but I was living it. As I was still blissed out Pup pulled out his phone and started recording. “What’s your name?” I had to think to answer, but finally managed, “Lee”. “And what’s your ex-boyfriends name?” “Kyle” “What did I just do to you?” “Slammed me with meth.”, I laughed, realizing it would be almost unbelievable to Kyle when he saw this. Pup turned the phone on himself and said, “I’m corrupting your ex-boyfriend Kyle. Enjoy.” “Fuck me”, I begged. Pup put the phone down and fucked me hard while Wolfie watched and I thought about what Kyle would think when he saw the video. Pup dumped his load in me, and tried to fist me but my hole was too sore from all the play it got over the weekend. After we signed off with Wolfie, Pup ordered me to shower, and as I went into the bathroom I looked myself in the mirror, and saw what I can only describe as my evil twin. With my pupils dilated and flying high I was no longer the nice guy that everyone’s parents loved. The guy that made guys wait several dates before he’d sleep with them. Meth had unlocked a sex crazed side of me that I never knew could exist, and I was loving every minute of it. After my shower Pup could tell I was coming down and that I was exhausted from our weekend of play. He had me take several vitamins to replenish my body, and gave me something to sleep again. Then he cuddled me while I fell asleep, and I crashed knowing that I was forever changed by this weekend. I flew home and took a few days off of work to recover. Pup had a cold when I visited, and I went home with it. While I was still getting over the cold my lymph nodes throughout my body swelled up like I’ve never experienced before. I texted Pup to tell him what was happening, and he texted back “Got you!”, which just confirmed what I thought… I was seroconverting. In the few months after Easter I’ve avoided T & G, but I have been fucked and/or fisted at least once a week since. Sex, even sober, is way better now that I’m not stressing about status, and I’ve given up the pretense of being a “good guy”. At this point I want to find a partner that would willingly whore me out to his friends, or lock me in a sling at a bathhouse. I never could have admitted that to myself before. And this upcoming weekend, yet another long weekend for America’s July 4, I’m returning to visit Pup. Playing with him again will give a whole new meaning to “Independence Day”.

I signed up for "The Bareback Pledge" on the following website. I encourage others to do the same and help with the goal to reach 1,000,000 men who take the Pledge! http://anonbareback.com/ The Bareback Pledge I fully, and on my honor, pledge myself today and hereafter to unrepentant Bareback Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the exchange of Cum. I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial. I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of “safe sex.” If I delight in Bottoming, I commit my mouth and ass to the pleasuring of all cocks who desire to use me. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible. If I delight in Topping, I commit to using other men as my Cumholes, filling their mouths and asses with as much Seed as possible, as often as possible. I pledge myself to sluttery, wonton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests. I pledge to strive towards completely indiscriminate sex, accepting Bareback encounters from any and all” Yes, bet it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much Bareback sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making Bareback sex more than a fetish, but a way of life. I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, “safe sex” delusion I’ve been taught. And I fully pledge to do my best towards inspiring others to do the same. NAME/HANDLE ______Pete M_____________________ DATE___11/25/2013_________________

This story is slightly true, somewhat fictional, and not at all an endorsement of good or bad decision-making. There used to be a website called Bareback City and I was there all the time...reading, browsing, beating off. You know. I once found this guy who was my age (mid-30's) and was a poz top -- only about twenty blocks from me. I'll call him "Lee" . Turns out he was not only was HIV positive, but had advanced to full-blown AIDS. I found that out when we chatted on cam and I was amazed at how thin and muscular he looked. Yes, he was thin, but the musculature that I thought I was seeing was only because his body was wasted down to nothing but a frame around the basic organs, bones and muscles nature gives all humans. I could have shut the window and blocked his email. I could have turned back. But then, still on cam, he fished a giant, slimy dick out of his shorts and bragged about only being able to wear Magnums. Well I didn't go back. I wanted to touch it and suck it. but wasn't sure I'd let it near my neg ass. We agreed to meet for dinner at a local pub. I had no desire for food, but knew I'd need a drink or two to calm down. Lee was even thinner and taller than he looked on camera. I watched as he wolfed down an entire cheeseburger in under a minute. I kept pounding back beers and having so many thoughts. Too many. You know how when your brain gets overcrowded with stuff and you just act on auto-pilot? That was me. So I wasn't really thinking when he offered to drive me back to his house in his red Miata. We walked out of the pub om that warm July night and I saw my car, parked innocently in front of the lights of wedding store next door. I could have just made a quick right and driven myself home. I could gone back. But Lee drove me back to his place with the top down and Pet Shop Boys blasting on the stereo. His neighborhood was way nicer than I expected and his house was beautiful. I'd never asked what he did for a living because, for some reason, I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone you barely know. He led me through the door and immediately kicked off his sandals and stripped down to nothing but his long, super-skinny nakedness. That dick was just as massive as I saw that time on cam, and it was growing as he groped it. I must looked scared and nervous because he immediately produced a joint, lit it and handed it to me with the words "It's fortified -- go slow". I was so stupid back then that I thought he meant it had B-12 vitamins or something like that in it. So I inhaled and blew beautiful clouds and the next thing I knew I was stripping down as well. That's when he suggested we go out to his patio and sit in the hot tub. I had a cold bottle of beer in my hand that I don't remember having before. Whatever. Fine. I followed Lee through the sliding glass doors as he situated himself in the bubbling, glowing blue water. I didn't know anything hot tub protocol so I sat directly across from him, sipping my mysterious beer.\ I think I remember us talking about the nice Summer weather and how beautiful the stars looked. Lee's voice sounded like a movie idol's. Deep, soft and so,so seductive. Then he stretched one of his feet out and pinched my right nipple. I grasped the foot and rubbed it. Lee had the longest, skinniest feet I'd ever seen. And then his toes were in my mouth. What the hell was I doing??? He moaned with pleasure and put the the other foot up on my neck. I massaged it and put those toes in my mouth as well. I had the faintest thought that I wasn't myself at that moment., but the warm bubbles gurgled my doubts away. Eventually I noticed this giant erection poking out of the water like a periscope. That's where my mouth went next. More moaning. After an amount of time I couldn't estimate then or now, we decided to get out of the tub. \What happened to that beer I had? Lee had forgotten to bring towels and went running back inside to get them. his huge dick bobbing all the way. I got out and stood naked on the concrete patio. A breeze hit my nude body and a brief minute of reality came back to me. This wasn't a good idea. None of this had been smart. I could go back inside, grab my jeans and shoes and sprinted home to my safe life. I could have. I could have turned back. Right then though, Lee walked back out with an over-sized green towel wrapped around him. Except for his stick-thin legs, he looked like a normal dude. He handed me another green towel and I was grateful for its shaggy warmth. He also had another lit joint that he offered and I accepted. Was it also "fortified"? No idea. It was a short walk back to his lush,massive bedroom. It was so perfect and seductively lit that I knew I was just one of many men who had been brought here. For a slight man, Lee had no problem overpowering me and pinning me on my back. He let me have one more puff of the fortified joint and then it was gone. Where did it go? Did he put it out safely? I was wondering all this when his penetrated my ass with his outrageously large dick. No Magnums or any other kind of condoms were used that I was aware of. The pain was real and unreal at the same time. For whatever reason, I couldn't quite tell you what "real" was. Before I could figure out what I was feeling, Lee's pumping had quickened in pace and effort. I do remember looking up at his face and was trying to say something when he let out a long, loud moan that I was sure could be heard by the whole neighborhood. He was sweating like a farm animal and I could feel salty drops from his forehead fall on my lips. Lee didn't ask me to leave, but it was implied by his quick descent into sleep and snores. I dressed and walked back to my car at the pub, feeling my ass burn and leak a little. I had so many thoughts and conflicts happening in my head. The first and last one were "I could have gone back".

I could use -- in more ways than one -- a Trevor about now.

Oooh.. I really like your latest addition to the family. Carrington sounds like he could be the man who finally tames Simon. We know he has his Eagle tattoo but I'm hoping that he may have another crucial one... 🙂

To me it’s actually a sign of weakness. Lying is a sign of weakness. True power is I can be open and you will still hook up with me no matter what.

i needed to repair my kitchen so my boss recommended this guy from work that was a handy man. after i talk to him, I hear him said I was a fag and other guys started to bully him like if he was going to fuck me or get money for a fuck, . he told the guy," im no fag but i like eating ass, getting suck and getting cash" next day he went home to start working on my kitchen, I opened the door I was in boxers he barely look at me or talk. I told him i was going to take a shower, and a few minutes later when i was in the shower he told me he needed pee and enter the bathroom. Showing me his dick while he pee, he was rubbing it to make it hard. i jump out of the shower and grab it, and before I started sucking he told me, "this is extra labor at a more expensive cost" . whatever the price I answer and I started sucking him while he was still peeing. he licked his fingers and opened my ass and turn me around " this is really expensive labor" he told me while fucking me, he kept fucking me until he loaded on me. Them he turn around and continue working in the kitchen. I left him a good tip in the kitchen , he took it i told me I expected more, better have more tomorrow or no fuck, and left.

I am in the process of working with a cage but it takes a lot of time to get trained.

Before I get into the weekend and next week (when I have 2 trips) I'd better stop for a second and write about this past Monday. I had a Tucson layover, early afternoon arrival but with a stupid early wakeup time on Tuesday. I make a plan for a 1 on 1 meet with a guy who used to live in Phoenix. We never could quite get meshed to meet up there, but Monday in Tucson was FINALLY the day. And I made arrangements to meet with a hot top who was eager for sloppy hole, and hopefully other tops to tag my hole with. So guy #1 comes by right at 3:00. We immediately embrace and enjoy a long kiss, which he's very competent at I'll add. We were fully clothed laying on the bed making out, me groping his crotch and him with his hands down the back of my shorts, playing with my ass. After 10 minutes I pulled his shirt and shorts off, leaving him just in his underwear. I started kissing his chest, his nips didn't seem wired at all, and moved my tongue to his pits. Now I get a "fuck yeah" from him. His pits were fairly shower fresh and tasted great. I then move down to his crotch and begin gnawing at his very pronounced bulge through his underwear. I moved back up to his lips for a bit, returned to his pits, and when I went back to his crotch it was time to free the monster. And a beautiful 8" THICK monster it was. I put as much of him in my mouth as I could and sucked for a bit, but I was ready for the main event. I usually use spit for lube, but I was going to need a little regular lube for assistance. I didn't use too much, and I slowly lowered myself onto him. Man, did he stretch me good. A hit of poppers and he was in to the hilt. We made out as I rode him, but he was eager to get me on my back and go to work. We were missionary, doggy, on my stomach, on my side, and back to missionary, all the while he kept up a nice pace. When he was ready to cum, he put me on my stomach and picked up the pace for a minute before he unloaded in me. He continued laying on me as he slowly went soft and slid out. I then cleaned off his dick to taste his cum. It tasted great, so I wiped my ass with my finger to get a taste of some more. We chatted a bit and said we were glad we could finally get together after so long. And we said we'd try to do it again, next time I'm in town. Guy #2 was slated to arrive at 6pm. He arrived just a bit late, and admitted he was hoping there'd be other tops there, but it wasn't to be. But I told him I still had the load from earlier which he was glad to hear. He immediately started getting undressed as did I, and we kissed in a long passionate kiss. Man oh man can this guy kiss. Already I'm thinking that even if he didn't fuck me I'd be happy to just kiss him for a couple of hours. But his THICK 7" told me that I'd definitely be getting fucked. As passionate as he is with his mouth, his lower half is aggressive. Immediately he put me on the bed, and started to eat the load of the first guy. He then came up to kiss me and share the cum. And it was a glorious moment. He wasted no time in lining up his cock with my hole and sliding in balls deep. He's definitely a guy who knows how to use his dick. My god he felt so good pounding me, kissing me, and holding me. The first load was dumped pretty quick, and he went straight down to felch it out and then kiss/feed it to me. I LOVE guys that do this! To write the entire encounter would take a long time, so I'll just leave the highlights. He stayed a little over 2 hours. He fucked me 5 times, and came each time. After every load he'd felch it and then share it with me. In the very brief moments between fucking, he'd hold me and make out with me. I tried a couple of times to lay on top of him and kiss, but each time he'd roll me onto my back so he could be on top. He then casually mentioned that he likes to be on top all the time, it's an alpha thing. Hey, if this is an alpha, bring on the alphas! It was actually really hard for us to separate so he could leave and I could get some rest. But we definitely planned to do it again somewhere, sometime. Right after that trip, I searched for and found another Tucson trip that I successfully traded onto for this coming Wednesday. He was excited I'll be back so soon, as am I. I'm putting a little more effort into finding some other tops to join us. I have 4 interested parties, but of course last minute scheduling will determine who's actually able to stop by. Fingers crossed. Tomorrow (saturday) I have 2 nights in Seattle. I arrive kind of late, but am meeting up with the guy from my "no sex" sex story. He'll be spending the night, but has to leave mid morning on Sunday, so I'll no doubt be online looking for some Sunday funday fucking. Stay tuned for a report from SEA and next week in TUS.

Faggots are meant to be caged. Their clits are useless. Their primary sexual organ is their pussy, which needs to be cunted by Alpha cock. Faggots should only cum from their clits if it is hands free.

Part 4 I turned my head to look at the man who was invading my hole. He was striking. Drew was a boyishly handsome, late 40s man with vivid green eyes. He reminded me instantly of an architect who had lived next to us while I was in high school. Clean-cut, almost intellectual looking, if I can say that about a naked man at a sex party. His chest was covered in grey-blond hair and he was in average shape. I’m sure he looked good fully dressed and, well, I didn’t care so much about his body because his flaccid cock was sporting a Prince Albert. What would that do to me? He pulled me toward another pair of poles near the wall and I realized there were lube dispensers mounted on the wall like soap dispensers, except these were to help you be dirty instead of clean. Drew pumped out a few heavy shots and let them rest in his hand to warm up. “Always better to get fucked before you come here,” he said, casually. “Makes it easy to start playing as soon as you arrive.” When he inserted the first finger, it was the middle one, giving him the deepest access. I gasped but said, “God, I want that.” Drew leaned his face near to mine. “I might fuck you,” he said quietly. “I wanna see if you’re up for the challenge. What’s the most times you’ve been fucked in one night?” I swallowed and said, “twice,” doubling my actual record. Drew smiled. It was an evil smile. “How many raw cocks have been in your ass?” Now I hesitated. I didn’t want to get laughed out of this place. I didn’t want to spoil my chance to get Drew in my ass. But the only person I lie to well is myself. “I do lots of pump and dumps where I breed guys,” I said, looking directly in those green eyes. “Now I wanna be rawfucked and bred like I do to them. I don’t wanna keep thinking about it. I wanna do it.” “You dirty fucking cum whore.” With each word Drew pressed his finger hard against my prostate and I gasped. I couldn’t hide how much I wanted him to do this. “I saw the way you swallowed Felix’s cummy dick.” He kissed me hard and asked, “Do you eat your load out of the asses of those men you fuck? Do you swallow the cum of all the other men who have bred them?” He laughed as he saw from the expression on my face that I realized what I had missed. “You will now, I bet.” Drew had a second finger pushing at my hole and I pushed back on it. It slipped in. “Please fuck me,” I begged. He looked me right in the eyes and said, “You mean, please blow my load in your hole and breed you? You mean, please, Mr.I Don’t Know Who You Are, won’t you cum in my ass?” “Yeah, oh yeah!” Several men were leaning against the wall around us. I could tell by the smirk on one guy’s face that he had been listening. He was a muscular man in his mid-30s, with the kind of exaggerated body of a Jersey Shore bro. His dark hair was buzzed into a flat top and one arm and one leg were covered in sleeve tattoos. His cock was flaccid and stubby. Drew beckoned him over. He said, “Hey,” as he joined us and Drew quickly made introductions. “Michael here is a high-performance fuck hole,” Drew explained and Michael grinned. “How many loads tonight, Michael?” “I just got here, so only two that I brought from home.” “Whose are they?” “ Fuck if I know their names,” Michael shrugged. “Some black kid who shot really fast and a dude who said he was visiting from Chicago.” “Time to share,” Drew said. Michael willingly turned to present his muscular ass to us. It was clearly very hairy but he kept the hair trimmed not waxed. That turned me on even more. It was impressive to think that it was a receptacle for so much cum. I would have fucked it eagerly. But thought of that disappeared as Drew withdrew his fingers from my hole. “Spread his cheeks,” he told me. Michael obliged us by arching his back and I pulled his glutes apart to reveal a bright red pucker. It was shiny. I wanted to dive right in but Drew’s finger beat me to it. He slipped right inside. For a moment he wiggled it and Michael said, “What a tease” before Drew pulled out, a shiny glob of cum and mucus on his finger. I leaned forward to lick it but Drew pulled it away. “Not in the mouth, you hungry slut. Turn around.” I obeyed as I heard Drew say, “Michael, now you spread his cheeks.” I tried to arch my back as I felt two strong hands parting my ass, and then Drew’s wet, cum-covered finger was slipping inside me. It was all I could do not to grab my dick and start rubbing one out for all I was worth. The sexual thrill in my body and my brain was electric. I had the cum in my ass. I didn’t know whose it was. I hadn’t even been fucked yet and I had anonymous cum inside me. Drew slipped a second finger in again, and then a third as he used his control of my hole to turn me back to face him. He was looking at me with powerful intensity and I wanted him to do it forever. I wanted any man to do it. “Is that turning you on? Are you a bigger cumslut than you were before? You thought you were one when you got here, but I keep showing you that you have no idea how low you can sink. Is this what you want?” “Fuck, yeah!” I panted. “You’re making me so fucking turned on. Jesus, I need it.” Drew push my head down and to the side. I saw briefly that Michael had been jerking his cock while he watched what Drew did to me. It had grown much longer. It wasn’t thick but it was nearly 7 inches. And then I was swallowing it. “Get it slick, slut.” Drew said. “Michael’s gonna be your first fuck of the night. You wanna be a cumwhore, you can learn from a champ.” Michael held my head in place and face fucked me. I felt him grow harder and I had to work not to gag. After a minute he pulled out and I looked at his glistening cock. It was beautiful and raw. "Fuck me, Michael,” I begged. “Breed me.” Drew pulled me up from behind and once again turned me, so that now my ass was facing Michael. I could feel Michael fingering my hole for a second and then the head of his cock was pressing against my anus. I pushed back slightly, trying not to wince, and then he slipped in. He barely waited before he thrust fully inside me. I yelped but at the same time I felt an incredible rush of excitement. I had a raw cock inside my ass! “You’re fucked now,” Drew said to me, almost angrily. “You’re nothing but a cum dump for one of the biggest sluts in town.” He stood right in front of me, looking intently at me, even as my head bounced around from the fuck that Michael was giving me. “All these men here”--there were at least 20 guys in the room now--”they see you with Michael’s raw cock in your hole. And they can see how much it turns you on. No secrets for you any more.” “Yes!” I gasped. “I want that. I want that!” A glistening ball of spit appeared on Drew’s lips. I stuck out my tongue and tried to lean forward to lick it off but he spat it at me instead. It landed on my cheek, “You sick, twisted fuck,” he growled. “Now we’ll see what kind of trouble you can get in.” I moaned as he turned and walked away, out of the room and into the dark room. Behind me, Michael slowed and then unceremoniously pulled out of my hole with a plop. Before I could even protest, he put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Way too early for me to cum and your tight hole is dangerous. But good start at being a fuckhole, kid. Maybe we’ll find each other later tonight.” And then he walked away, too, into the dark room, leaving me there alone in the middle of the room with a wet sloppy hole and unbred.

"K C's card was the 10 of diamonds and mine was the 7 of clubs." Mickey said. "I wished K C luck and said I'd enjoy watching. That's when Ivan chimed in, saying since we were lovers, I shouldn't be a mere spectator!" "Together, we walked upstairs to our bedroom, where we all got naked, the 3 of us hard." K C said. "Up close, Ivan's cock was more than impressive and as it throbbed, the scorpion on his shaft seemed alive! Would you like to use my toothbrush to rough up the insides of my hole?" Ivan squeezed K C's ass. "Ordinarily, that's what I do, but in the brief time I've been with you men, I think this should be more intimate. Unless you have any objections, I'll use my teeth to open a few blood vessels. My PA will also do some tearing and being that spit is the only lube you'll get, the initial penetration will be rough and painful. That's what I call making fertile ground. Again, with you there's a need for intimacy, so once I'm balls deep in you, I'll give you a fuck you'll enjoy until I'm close to climax and then, I won't be as gentle!" Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan pulled out a black towel and a large white cloth with multiple bloodstains. "So far, this is the blood of 10 men I've knocked up. Between tonight and tomorrow, it'll make an even dozen!" He put the towel and the cloth on the bed. "K C, get on the bed, on your back and suck my toxic cock while I literally eat your neg ass! Mickey, get next to K C and do what feels right!" The 2 men followed instructions and Ivan got on top of K C in the 69 position. K C's mouth engulfed Ivan's cock, slobbering all over it, while Ivan planted his face in K C's ass. Licking his crack, he found it quite tasty and it had been Ivan's experience that a tasty ass was always a fuckable ass. Inserting his tongue, he could feel K C's buttmuscles responding and his juices flowing. Mickey gently worked K C's nips. It was a scene of carnal bliss. Using his hands to spread K C's buttocks, Ivan buried his face in the sweet black hole and bit down twice. The taste of blood was unmistakable and the ground was now fertile. "Let the breeding begin!" He exclaimed, as he left K C's ass and removed his spitsoaked cock from K C's mouth. To be continued

He just needs some good old positive reinforcement.....wink!

Love kissing and having a tongue shoved down my throat while taking his dick!

Part 3 I couldn't stop thinking about fucking Nate in the alley and how I wished I had fucked the kid. By the time the weekend rolled around, I could not concentrate, I was so horny. I broke down and called in sick to work. Just after midnight on Friday, I was looking out my window, watching the men who were already drifting into the alley. I was surprised, since a lot of the restaurants were still open and staff was coming and going, putting out trash, taking a smoke break. And then I realized that there was no way all these guys were cruising that alley at that hour. Maybe 30 men had walked by. Where could they have gone? Investigating was all the excuse I needed. I slipped into a pair of jeans, motorcycle boots, and a wife-beater and headed downstairs, calm, confident, and horned up. Blow-job Bear was not in his usual position, but I guessed it was too early, a little past 12:30. Then, as I approached the spot near the abandoned storefront where I had fucked Nate and fingered the kid, I saw him. He was standing beside a door into the storefront. Red light leaked from around the doorframe and I could hear a throb of bass. Jesus Christ, there was a club here? The bear looked at me, the first time he had looked me in the eyes, and jerked a thumb toward the door. I walked over. “What’s up?” I asked. “Private gathering. You might like it. No admission.” “Nice of somebody to throw a party like that.” “I’ve seen you here. You could have a good time. Check it out.” He reached over and pulled the door open. The light and the sound poured out into the street and I stepped inside. The red light filled the first room, which had no furniture, no decoration. Three doorways led out of it. It was hard to make out what lay through any of them; it seemed like only the red light illuminated them. I chose right. It was a hallway. I took a few steps and stopped, letting my eyes adjust. The music seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. I took a few more steps forward and realized I could see a doorway of some kind another fifteen or so feet ahead. I walked carefully toward it and stepped into a large room. It was lit by the faint light of a large screen showing raw porn. Five or six men stood around the room, several of them paired off and making out. I knew that if I stayed and watched, I could probably join in some kind of action. But I wanted to know what else this place held and there was another doorway directly across the room. It turned out to be a stair and in the faintest of light I made my way carefully down below street level. The light here was so much less than upstairs. I could hear much more than I could see, the wet, sloppy sounds of men fucking and sucking. I edged to my right and found the wall. At the same time I bumped into someone. A strong hand gripped my wrist. I started to whisper a “sorry, man” when the other hand pulled mine to a thick cock. Partly engorged but not fully hard, it was slick already--saliva? Lube?--and I automatically began to stroke it. The man’s other hand gripped my head, pulled it forward and I was being kissed, hard, invasively. I felt another body pressing against me from the right and someone else was massaging my crotch. The cock in my hand had a heavy foreskin and although I could not see it, and I could not really see anything of them men beside me, touching me. I started to drop to my knees. The man kissing me sensed this and held me in place. He was taller than I was and the tight skin of his groin told me he was fit, whoever he was. He seemed to be naked. The hand on my crotch was moving up and down my body, playing with my nipples before moving back to rub my now fully hard dick. I felt this second man press himself against me from behind. His cock was hard too and it pushed insistently against my ass. Instinctively, I pushed back against it. I ground my ass against him. “Like a bitch in heat,” I heard him say. I moaned a little into the mouth of the man who was kissing me. It was like I was bipolar. Last night I had been the one taking charge, making decisions, choosing to have the kid fuck Nate. I had told myself that I was coming here to do the same things. And now, with the slightest contact with another man’s hard cock, I was ready to do whatever these men wanted, even though I had no idea who they were. I could pass them on the street tomorrow and have no idea. I reached behind me with my free hand, eager to feel the cock that was pressing itself against my jeans. It was slick too. Had these guys already fucked someone in this room tonight? Had they bred him? This one curved upward and to the left slightly. God, how would that feel inside me? The hair at the base of the cock was dense and curly. Maybe this man was black? Was he my age? Old enough to be my father? Handsome? It was part of the unknown that I had stepped into, where the only clear thing was that I wanted this cock and the one I held in my hand and any other cock I could get. Suddenly he stepped away from me and I felt a cold absence where he had pressed against me. I reached back to find empty space. And then the owner of the thick cock I had been jerking pulled away too. “Later,” I heard him whisper. “Way too soon. And check your clothes if you wanna be a pig. Upstairs to the left.” He walked away and I stood there panting for a few minutes. I was so full of lust and there was so much opportunity here, even if I had no idea who it was with. I carefully made my way upstairs, through the room I had crossed before and into the intense red light of the entrance. And yes indeed, I saw that the door to the left led to a long room, slightly more brightly lit than the TV room, where a tall, actual black guy, magnificently naked, with sleek muscles and a mushroom headed cock, handed me a clear plastic bag. I shucked everything but my boots and handed the bag over in exchange for a tag with a number on it. The tag went into my boot, the bag onto a table marked into sections with tape. I’d been nervous stripping down in front of this incredibly hot guy. He was polite, if not friendly, and didn’t seem to give me a look that wasn’t business like. I kept telling myself that this was just like the gym and I was heading for the showers but my dick didn't know what to do. Stand up proud? Hang loose? It was as confused as the rest of me. As I turned to head back and continue exploring, several other men entered the room and began exchanging their clothes as well. I recognized the sleeve tattoo on a short, blonde guy. I ‘d pumped a few loads into his ass. I’d never seen his face but he always pulled his cheeks open to facilitate entry, so I’d seen the tat. I decided I was here for fresh encounters. Back in the entry room, I chose the middle door. It was much larger than the TV room, with weak overhead lighting. There were a few naked guys here but most were clothed. I got some considering looks as I walked in, but there was no action happening here yet. I considered the “too early” comment I had heard downstairs. Had I shown up at a sex party--my first sex party--too soon? Was everyone conserving their loads for the perfect moment? I returned to the smaller room with the porn TV. Things were better here. I could see several guys on their knees, including a pair in front of a silver daddy who had a power-lifter’s body and was wearing a studded leather harness. If things were heating up here, then my odds were better downstairs. Once I had made my way into the basement again, instead of immediately sliding against the wall, I started to move cautiously into the center of the room. I could hear men around me, whispering, grunting, making the wet, forceful sounds of sex. I stood there, waiting once again for my eyes to adapt. Other than figures in movement around me, the only other thing I could make out was the faint outline of some other opening. I walked toward it and as I neared it, a hand reached out and grabbed my cock. I slipped away. I wanted to know more first. A short hallway turned left into another better lit room. The first room must have been some kind of test to see if you were really ready to play hard. Just to my left, a beefy guy, early 40s, with a hairy dadbod was leaning forward, grasping two poles that came down from the ceiling, holding on hard as someone plowed him repeatedly. “Shit, oh shit,” he was saying over and over. I stepped over to get a better look. I wanted to see the cock driving into that hole. And that’s when I noticed the guy fucking him, especially when he gave me a goofy smile even while driving his cock into that hairy ass. Friends had set me up on a blind date with Felix, maybe because we were both of us were, well, not cute. We hadn’t clicked. Enough that we hadn’t fucked. Maybe that had been a mistake. Felix was an ectomorph like me, strongly inclined to skinny, and much shorter at around 5’7”. I knew he was self conscious about his height. But he was a lot more defined than I was. And judging by what I could see, he was hung. He jerked his head at me and I took that as an invitation. I gave him a long wet kiss, doing my best to stay out of his way so as not to interrupt his rhythm. As I pulled away, he grinned again and said, “Play with my tits. I’m gonna unload in this guy.” I slipped behind him and reached around to rub his nipples. My hard cock pressed against his back just above his butt crack but he didn’t seem to notice. “You can be rough,” he said. “Fuck yes!” the guy he was fucking moaned and Felix laughed. He picked up the pace. Felix’s ass and back were bouncing against my cock and it was driving me crazy. I was twisting his nipples as hard as I had ever twisted a guy’s but he didn’t seem to mind. “Breed him,” I urged. “I wanna see you breed his ass.” That was a hell of a way to say hello. But he clearly didn’t mind. “You wanna be bred, Randy?” Felix grunted. “You want my load again?” “Oh yeah!” Randy panted. “Deep inside. Deep inside.” Three or four other guys were standing around us now. A tall guy in his 50s shoved his cock into Randy’s mouth and I felt hand on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Then Felix started to really buck, hard almost wild thrusts of his hips. “Yeah,” he grunted, “Oh yeah!” and he shuddered then shuddered again. “You are fucking bred,” he almost shouted. He staggered back a little, right into me. Hands were reaching out from around us for his cock, but I said clearly, “Mine!” and I slid right around him and down to my knees. Gently, reverently, I took his cum-covered cock in my mouth. He shivered--I could tell he was sensitive like I was after cumming--and instead of teasing the head I let all 8 thick inches of his sloppy dick slide to the back of my throat and just held it there. There was jostling around us as another mind lined up to enter Randy’s hole. But I stayed on my knees, looking up at Felix. I swallowed gently and he twitched but he smiled at me. “Jesus,” he said, and then used my real name, not Toby. “What did I overlook? You’re a hot fucking slut.” He patted my face and pulled his cock slowly out of my mouth, then grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to stand in front of him. “I gotta rest for a few so I can do this again.” He wiped some cum or saliva off my lips. The hand was back on my ass again, a finger probing my hole. “Oh hey, Drew,” Felix says. “My buddy wants to get fucked. Help him out while I recover.” Felix gave me a quick peck on the lips and walked right out of the room. “You’re tight and your hole isn’t lubed up” said a voice behind me. “Gotta fix that before you get loaded up.”

Part 2 "Eli, We're both soaked and it's nearing midnight. Why don't you stay here. We can talk more in the morning and get your sorted out. But for now- let's get you set up with some dry things and get you to bed. You must be exhausted." "It's been a long day- I don't have anything else to wear i just grabbed my bag and left. Are you sure it's alright if I stay? I didn't know where else to go. All my friends from school are away or not someone i'd want to bother. but you- you were the one person I thought could understand." Eli stammered out, his exhaustion coming through. I got him set up with a towel and showed him to the bathroom to shower the day away. As he showered my phone chirped, surprising me. I answered. "You're still up?" It was my husband. "Yes, still up. Just got up. Heading to bed soon." "Was just gonna leave a message I've arrived and am safe at the hotel. Are you alright? You sound surprised." "Fine, Dennis. I'm doing fine. I was just asleep on the couch when- your call woke me and surprised me is all" Why didn't I tell him about Eli? I felt instinct tell me not to. I heard the shower shut off. Dennis was going on about the plane and how he had yelled at some woman whose children were too loud. He could be a prick. I cut him off. "Dennis- I really must go...to bed. I have an early start tomorrow and am knackered" "Oh alright. Talk soon. Love you" and hung up without waiting for a reply. Like I said, he could be a prick. I shut my phone off and turned just as Eli emerged from the bathroom. I took a moment as my breathe was taken away by his beauty to admire him. His raven hair was stark against his pale white skin- He used to be scrawny but had grown into his slender frame more since graduation. He was now a man. slight muscles on his chest and arms. Still skinny. A tuft of black hair between his pecs and a slight treasure trail leading to below the towel. I met his eyes. I blushed at how indiscrete my oogling had been. His smile quirked and he said "That was refreshing. Thanks for that" End of Part Two

Happy to say August has been extremely good to me. Took my 80th load of the year up my ass last night, and my swallow count is up to 55. Still can't wait for the local store to reopen it's arcade, I'd be so much further along on count!

Shortly after my 13th birthday.

A dirty hole, mine and others, is a big turn-off for me. One of the reasons I don't like fucking is ending up with shit on my cock. I prefer to get fucked because that way I can make sure the hole is clean. If I don't feel clean I can't get fucked. I like how my hole feels when it's nice and clean and the guy fucking me feels comfortable going deep. But I also like my hole to be clean so when I get bred all that leaks out is clean cum.

8. Not the greatest first experience. But looking back my cock still twitches thinking about it.

Sadly, this racism isn't isn't limited to porn, it's an issue with the QUEER community. Whether or not it's perpetuated by porn, some buy into the stereotype of the bigdicked, dominant black male and the total bottom asian. Also the hypermacho latins who think that kissing makes them less of a man. My first man told me that sexy comes in all sizes, colors and shapes and that my best asset is an open mind. Ultimately, it's up to us as individuals to be less racist in our lives, as well as in our beds.

I stayed impaled on the sub pig's still-rockhard cock trying to catch my breath, feeling him lightly continuing to thrust his hips upward pushing his neg cum deeper into my welcoming hole. Then suddenly BAMMMM!!! The rush of all the fucking chems accumulated in his system since Friday night and all of that concentrated cargo blasted inside my guts in one huge cumload hit me like the proverbial freight train!! For a couple moments my mind could barely comprehend the intensity of the rush!! My entire body, every hair on my skin felt like it was throbbing and sizzling! I was overcome with an almost uncomfortable feeling of warmth followed by chills! My hunger and sexual needs and wants though swelled throughout my body and mind! It was fucking unbelievable and I didn't want it to ever stop! Trevor apparently felt the tremors in my body and in my mood because he moaned deep and low and grabbed my hips firmly and started thrusting up into me again. “Yeah bro, you're liking your pig bottom bro's hard raw cock fucking your tight hot hole don't you? You like feeling all that cum sloshing around deep inside your guts huh? I wanna fuck you and cum in you again bro. I bet you want that too don't you? Is my hot sexy bro hungry for this sub pig's cock and cum again?” “Hell yeah!” I answered with no hesitation. “I am so fucking horny and want you fucking and cumming in me as many times as you can fucker!” Daddy had by this point moved the rim chair to the side so I was able to look into Trevor's hugely dark dilated eyes, the coating of sweat on his young flushed face, and saw the lust in my body in his eyes. “But first, bro, I want you to give me something else before you fuck me again.” I felt the almost devilish dark smile fill my face as I began clenching my ass muscles on his fully imbedded hard neg cock inside me and stared hard at him. I heard Daddy mutter, “Oh fucking yeah!”, knowing what I was telling Trevor I wanted. Trevor seemed unsure of what I meant so I told him, “Give me your piss, bro. Give me every motherfucking damn drop of all that tina piss in your bladder just like you've got from me and Daddy more than once. Let it go bro! I want that fucking filthy chem piss in your cock spraying up inside my hole and mixing with your fucking cum you gave me! Do it fucker! Give me your piss! Give me that fucking nasty tina piss bro! PLEASE!!” As soon as he heard me begging him to shoot his tina piss deep inside my ass a look of dark perverted hellish lust covered Trevor's face, a look that was total twisted sensuality. A look that made my whole body and mind tingle with the realization that this fucked up, chemmed up, sexy bi neg pig slut was, for the next few minutes, going to ignore his usual bottom submissive impulses and would become an insatiable rutting top animal who would tear my fucking hole up – and I couldn't wait to be on the receiving end!! Looking into Trevor's black eyes I saw the chem powered uncontrollable NEED there that I knew he was seeing in mine. He was a total cum drinking cock worshipping submissive bottom pig who got his pleasure from having masculine dominant men use his ready and welcoming holes for their own needs and urges. But right now in this moment all his mind and cock could focus on was the tight warmth surrounding his boi dick and the begging spewing from my mouth for his cock and cum and piss and he had no choice. He HAD to fucking use and fill my hole with every fucking drop of cock fluids he had. I ran my hands thru the thick sweat-matted dark hair covering his abs and pecs, finding his hard pointed nips and pulling on them and twisting them making him bellow with pain/pleasure as he began growling deep in his throat. “Yeah bro, you ready for this bitch boi's burning chem-filled stinking parTy piss? Ready to take your fucked up brother's fucking tina piss deep inside your guts? Is that what my sexy stud bro wants his sub bitch to give him?!” “Fuck yeah, pig! You know it's what I want! Do it you dirty meth fucker pig! Flood my tight hole with your stinking piss! Mix it with your huge load of cum bro! Let's get our Daddy fucking horned up watching both of his spun sexy sleazy boys being the filthy twisted pigs he loves us to be! Give it to me bro! PLEASE!!!” A second later Trevor screamed with the intensity of his release and I felt the hot stinging gush of his heavily-chemmed piss shooting hard fast and deep inside my stuffed hole! As I mumbled incoherently in piggy lust and need I could already feel the potency of his piss hitting me harder and quicker than I'd thought possible. “YES, YES oh gawd yessssssssssss!! That's it bitch! Fill me up! Fucking give me every hot burning drop! Oh fucking yessssssssssss!!!” Then I must have blacked out. (to be continued)....

you sound very conflicted. you might consider talking to a counselor.

First thing... Do use the term "CLEAN" !

I got a text yesterday from a guy I've met a couple of times at fisting parties one of my buddies throws (so he can get lots of attention). Jeff's mid-40s, bearded ginger, kinda lumbersexual guy with the exaggerated upper body you see on some gym bears. I knew he was in a relationship because at these parties his rule is supposedly that he can fist but he can't put his dick in any holes. His hands are big and he's never fisted me but he has played with my hole while I have fisted my buddy or fucked someone else who's waiting to fist. So yesterday he wanted to know if I was interested in breeding--his word--his boyfriend who was feeling slutty. He said the had one or two other guys coming by maybe, and he sent me some pics of the bf. Guy looked darkish skinned--could have been middle eastern, maybe, or hispanic, nice body with a hairy ass. And I said I was down for it. A little later I got to their apartment and Jeff let me in. He was naked and I realized I'd never realized how hairy he was. Or that he had a thick bull dick, thicker than mine. It was standing straight out so I knew it wasn't as long, though. He gave me sloppy kiss that tasted like whisky, and led me to the bedroom. I could hear noises and for sure there was another guy there already, fucking the boyfriend. This was a really built black guy, maybe my age in his late 20s. I learned later that his name was Mark. The BF--turns out his name is Sam--on his knees on the bed and Mark the black guy is really nailing him while Sam is grunting. Jeff sticks his head down and peers at Sam's ass from the side, then he waves me over and says, "look at that sloppy cum hole. This stud is gonna load it up with his dirty cum and then you're gonna do it too." And that was pretty much the tone of what went on! I started getting out of my clothes while Jeff climbed on the bed and started slapping his BF's face with his cock, saying shit like, "fuckin' bitch, fuckin' dirty slut, filthy dick pig." The BF was moaning and Mark just kept saying, "fuck yeah, fuck yeah." Jeff had me get up on the bed next to him and we alternated feeding our cocks to Sam. Jeff worked a couple of fingers into my ass, feeling for my prostate, saying, "Gotta help you get a big charged load ready for this cum hole." Finally, Mark started whispering "close, I'm close." Jeff was chanting, "load him up, load him up," and it was damn hot. Mark shook like he was having a fit when he finally shot, and Sam was whimpering like some kind of happy dog. Mark almost fell backward off the bed after he came. I could see his long, thick dick--it had a huge foreskin and a bright pink head--come out all shiny. He reached for a towel but i waved him over and licked it clean for him. I heard Jeff say, "That's fuckin' nasty," in a voice that said he approved. So now it was my turn at Sam's hole. Mark got up on the bed next to Jeff in front of Sam. I didn't bother to lube up because Sam's hole was pretty slick and there was almost no resistance as I slid inside. Mark was slapping Sam's face with his dick, but Jeff was just looking right at me as I started to fuck. "Be sure to give him a big load," he said. "My little cum whore wants your dirty poz cum real bad. He wants to be a big a whore as you are." Now, I never talked about my status--unknown, for the record--with Jeff, but he had a game to play here so I went along. "I'll breed his ass with the dirtiest load he ever had," I said, and Sam started whimpering again. Jeff got a big grin on his face and got off the bed and came to stand behind me. "One whore fucking another," he said, putting a couple of fingers back in my ass. And so pretty soon he was fucking my hole as I fucked Sam. I really didn't have to do any work because Jeff's thrusts were so hard that I drove my dick into Sam's hole effortlessly. Mark was lazily jerking his dick while he watched us and Jeff was more verbal than ever. He was really ready to shoot, too, because it was only about five minutes before he pushed me down on top of Sam's back and said, "You're fucking bred, you filthy poz AIDS bitch. Take my dirty seed." He slammed into me one last time and I could feel him pumping inside me. I was raging hard now and completely revved up. I pulled out of Sam and made him turn over on his back and put his legs in the air. Jeff was kind of gasping for air still and I ignored him after his dick fell out my ass with a pop. Mark was grinning as I climbed on top of Sam and shoved my dick in his hole. I know that changing position after you've been fucked for a long time is a good way to freshen the fuck up. Pretty soon I was fucking Sam hard, staring into his eyes with an angry look in mine. It didn't take me long before I started to cum and then I collapsed on top of him. (I wanted to say something to try to keep the mood up, but I couldn't really beat what Jeff had been saying, and hey, it was his party, let him do that work.) After a little recovery time, Mark fucked Jeff while I fucked Sam again. We both dropped another load but the intensity of the buzz was gone and after that I headed home.

By this point Pup had already administered his own slam. I stared into his dilated pupils in disbelief. How could he possibly have known? I’d never told anyone, ever. “I asked you a question, boy.” “Umm, I… Yes Pup.” “Good boy. You’re going to be my cum dump for the weekend. This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it boy?” “Yes Pup.” “No questions about status?” “Just one Pup. You’re not really undetectable, are you?” “Fuck no, boy. I’m toxic. I’ve been off of my meds for months. I dumped my toxic cum in you last night, and I’m about to do it again.” “God yes, Pup.” “Good boy. This is going to be a weekend of firsts for you. You’re about to take my fist, I promised that you that. But I have other plans for you this weekend. You should just assume anyone that fucks you this weekend is poz. Get in the sling, boy.” I climbed into the sling and he started fucking me before dumping his load in my hole. Noticing my dick had gone soft after the slam he pulled out a couple other syringes. He then explained, “This is Trimix boy, it will help counteract the meth and help you stay hard.” And with that he swabbed my dick with an alcohol pad and injected it quickly. “Keep rubbing the alcohol pad on it”, he ordered. He then administered Trimix to his own dick, which sprang to life immediately even though he’d just cum. It took a couple minutes but finally my dick was hard again. Once he saw this he took out his K-Lube mixture and started working it into my hole, and in no time his hand popped into my hole. I was in ecstasy as he worked his cum deeper into my hole, but he had other plans that didn’t include fisting. He slowly withdrew his fist from my hole and explained. “You’re nothing but a dirty cum dump chem whore now. But I have a few more things to introduce you to.” He handed me a bottle of juice and ordered me to take a mouthful of it and hold it in my mouth, then he had me tip my head back as he added another liquid to it. “Swallow it, fast”, he ordered. I swallowed the now bitter tasting juice in one gulp. “That’s G boy, we’re going to add some swirl to your slam.” He had me lay back in the sling as he invited one of his friends over to try out his new fuck toy. Little did I know they’d already coordinated this before my slam, he was just waiting until I was more agreeable. His friend arrived and Pup offered him my ass. For the next several hours the three of us fucked, sucked and jerked each other off until it was night. Hours had passed that seemed like minutes. By now it was early Saturday morning, and his friend needed to leave. We said our goodbyes and once he was gone Pup asked me how I felt. “I feel amazing Pup. I can’t believe I’m still wide awake.” “You want another slam, boy? I have something else for you to try.” “Hell yes Pup” He flashed me a devilish grin and he had me help him gather the supplies to prepare two more slams and two more trimix shots. I told him I wanted to try a bit more this time, so he prepared a .25 for me, and a .5 for himself. He decided to administer the Trimix first this time. Once this was done he put the tourniquet on my arm to administer my slam, but held back. “Do you want a bloodslam, boy?” My mind was racing. I had come down enough from my first slam that I was fully aware of what was happening, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be like this man. He’d made it his mission to corrupt me, and I was loving every minute of it. “Fuck Yes Pup.” “You understand this will almost certainly infect you?” “I know, Pup.” “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re going to have my poz blood running through your veins. Just so you know, I’m O-, so you won’t have a bad reaction to it.” And with that my needle made a detour to his arm, and I watched the syringe fill with his blood. He pulled the needle out of his arm and licked away the blood that escaped from the injection site. This was hotter than anything I’d ever read about on BZ, and I was living it. He swabbed my arm with alcohol, then inserted it into my vein. “This is it boy, your life is about to change.” And with that he emptied the syringe into my arm. Just like last time I felt the cold rush through my body and I felt amazing. “Lay back boy, just enjoy the feeling”, he ordered as he administered his own slam. We laid around just enjoying each other’s bodies for a while, but then he ordered me to open my mouth. He dropped a small square into my mouth and told me to hold it under my tongue. “What is this?”, I asked. Before this weekend the strongest thing I’d ever done was marijuana, all of this was new to me. “It’s Acid, boy. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.” Pup began playing video games, randomly asking me if I was seeing anything strange. For a long time I didn’t feel anything, but Pup blindfolded me and told me to just lay back and relax. Suddenly it hit me and I felt like I was going to get sick. Pup rushed me to the bathroom, and sat me on the toilet, still blindfolded. When he pulled off the blindfold he was standing in front of me in his pup mask and pup gear. In that moment flying high on Meth and Acid I was convinced he’d transformed into an actual pup, but I was happy to see him. “Are you going to get sick, boy?” “I don’t think so, Pup.” “Then come back into my room” I laid on his bed while he continued to play video games. In that moment I was connected to everyone and everything, and I felt like we’d been transported into the video game. It was a good trip, and I was happy. As the sun came up he turned his game off. “Do you need to sleep, boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry, I mean Yes Pup.” “You can call me Sir now. Do you know what earned you the right to call me Sir?” “The bloodslam?” “You’re damn right boy, you belong to me now.” And with that he retrieved some sleeping pills and gave them to me to take along with some Gatorade, which I swallowed down quickly. “Get some sleep boy, I’m not done with you yet.” To be continued (Probably next week, I'll be at IML this weekend)...

He says as he blows the biggest load in his life... [Why else would he be reading it?]