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Part Nine Leaving me with a throbbing hard on, “What the fuck is that kid doing to me?” I asked myself. It wasn't hard to have the guys set up a COD night. I ordered pizza and buffalo wings, a bunch of beer, coke and one 2 liter of Mountain Dew. I opened it up and slipped enough GHB to make him feel like he was completely wasted. I tightened it back up and made sure that no one was to touch it. I set up the camera in my room and made sure there was room in my closet for Sammy to watch this go down. Finally I out one hit of Molly in my pocket, so there was no time lost looking for it. A quarter to seven they knocked on the door and I felt my dick stir when I opened it and saw Eli up close. He was taller than Sammy, maybe 6'3” in sneakers with an unruly mop of hair that was too long for him. His face was cute in a Shaggy from Scooby Doo kind of way, his face was tanned from practicing in the sun and a light sprinkling of freckles danced across the bridge of his nose. His t shirt hung off of him, making him look like a scarecrow until you got down to his legs. His legs were fucking sex. Hard thighs, huge calves and a tan that made me want to see where it ended. All in all he was one of those super cute, skater looking guys that wander around all college campuses. The only difference is that his siblings were fucking Greek gods and everyone knew it. I assumed this was how that one Hemsworth brother felt, two brothers that were liquid sex and then him, who would have been handsome in any other family but was now just the normal one. Eli was the normal one and he knew it. “Hey man, come on in,” I said nodding him by. Sam walked in behind him with a bratty smile on his face that made me want to either smack him or kiss him. Or both. I watched Eli's ass as he headed over to there the guys was, I was going to enjoy eating that out. “We good?” Sammy asked me. I nodded, “The closet is empty, when he gets woozy go hide so you can watch.” He was cupping his cock through his shorts and I shook my head, “Focus. Remember, this is about control, not just sex.” He nodded and tried to look serious, but it wasn't working. I headed over to the TV where the guys were choosing the teams. I sat down and watched, waiting for my time. Once they had teams they came up with a list of order and as I had requested, Eli was one of the last ones to play. As the first two guys went at it he walked over to me, “Anything to drink?” “There's pizza and wings over there and all the drinks are in the fridge.” He nodded and wandered off. A few moments later his head popped around the corner “Hey, is this Mountain Dew fair game?” “Dude no one here drinks that, someone bought it by mistake, it's all yours.” He smiled, “Sweet.” Sweet indeed. He came and sat down next to Sammy and me with a plate full of molten spice wings and his two liter. “Love these wings,” he said biting into the first one, “John and him don't like spicy foods,” he gestured at Sammy. “There's no taste, it's just fucking hot!” Eli grinned and took a huge swig off his two liter, “I know, that's what's good about it.” I pulled out a joint, “You wanna spark with us?” Eli nodded as he kept eating, “Hell yeah.” I lit it and passed it to Sammy first, “This is strong shit though, so be warned.” Sammy took a long drag and then passed it to Eli. “I candle my smoke,” he said, taking an even longer one, just to outdo his little brother. This guy was so predictable. He passed it back to me and went back to devouring his wings, taking a drink after each one. By the time the joint came back around to him again he was buzzed. “Whoa,” he said taking a small hit, “You weren't kidding about this shit.” “Told you, it's medicinal.” It was nothing of the sort, but he didn't need to know that. “Fuck...” he said, almost dropping the joint. “Dude, thought you could hold your smoke,” I said taking it away from him. “Me too,” he said, his words slurring slightly. “How much have you eaten today?” I asked sounding concerned. He held up his plate. “Fuck man, here, take this.” I pulled the molly out and put it in his hand. “Whas this?” “Super B complex and caffeine, it's a super booster man.” He just nodded and popped it into his mouth and took another swig. I waited as he swayed on his seat, his plate of food falling off his lap. “Whoa!” I said grabbing the plate off the carpet, “Ok man, you're blitzed.” He just giggled. “Ok, come on man,” I said putting an arm under his shoulder and helping him up, “You can go lie down until your turn is ready.” “My drink...” he said as I walked him towards the stairs. “It's cool man, I'll bring it up later.” “K...” he said as I walked him up to my room. “Your weed is too strong..” he said as walked him into my room and laid him down on my bed. “I tried to warn you man, we like our smoke hard around here.” “Fuck it's hot in here...” “No it ain't man, it's just you.” It wasn't just him, it was the space heater I had on but again, things he didn't need to know. “Here, take your shirt off.” I pulled his shirt up and he raised his hand as I peeled it off. And marveled at the body of Eli Parker. Where Sammy worked out and it showed, Eli literally had no body fat whatsoever. His metabolism must be off the charts because he looked like he had a god damned ten pack. His muscles were all solid and toned like nothing I had ever seen before. He sighed a little bit as I had taken his shirt off which meant the Molly was kicking in. “Dude,” I said feeling his abs, “You're fucking ripped.” He gave a little moan from my touch and then gave, “Thanks man...lots of soccer.” “Still hot?” I asked and all he did was nod. “Here,” I said pulling his shoes and socks off, “Lift your ass up.” “Huh?” he asked looking up as I tugged his shorts off, leaving him in just pair of white, Hugo Boss briefs. “Feel better?” He laid his head back down and nodded. I turned off the heater with my foot and whistled in admiration “Your calves are amazing.” I was feeling his legs up with abandon, all I got from him were sighs of contentment. “That feel good?” I asked, tracing up his thigh. He nodded with a huge smile on his face. He was hard but I avoided his groin and moved up his abs again. He arched his back, pressing upwards into my touch. When I got to his fat nipples I gave one a tweak and was instantly rewarded with a lustful moan. “Noooo.....” he said, not trying to remove my hand at all, “Tooo sensitive...” “Oh is that a Parker thing, you all have delicate nipples,” I said as I pulled on both of them at once. He bucked again as he whined in pleasure. “You think John has sensitive nipples?” I asked, moving up to his ear, “You think you could make him scream like this?” The thought of having something over John was a huge turn on for him and he groaned as I licked around the edge of his ear. “Ohh......fuck....”he intoned, moving his head to the side to give me more access. “That one of your spots?” I asked in a whisper. He nodded and I stuck my tongue into his ear, making him scream as he pushed my head further into him. I moved down his neck and he began to make sounds close to a purr as I nibbled lightly. “No....no marks...” he pleaded. “Shhhh...” I said putting a finger over his mouth, “No one knows what were doing.” He seemed to calm down and I slipped my finger into his mouth as I went back to his neck. His tongue swirled around it and I knew this kid was horny as fuck. I moved down to his chest, taking each nipple into my mouth and biting it softly, making him squeal each time. He was fully hard now, his cock straining at his briefs like a dolphin trying to breach the water. I cupped it and he pushed into my hand, I moved quickly back to his ear. “Uh oh, someone is hard.” He raised his head and looked down at his hard cock and then laughed. “You liking this bud?” He nodded. I put my hand over his dick again and his eyes closed for a moment before he shook his head, “No....no....not a fag.” “Dude I ain't one either....you're the one who's hard.” I rubbed him through the thin material again and he groaned in response. “Look man, I'm not into guys but I'll help you out, you know bro to bro?” He looked like he was resisting the option so I nibbled on his ear again as I rubbed his hard on. “Oh shitttt......” he whined as he pushed into my hand again, smearing precum all over the front of his underwear. “It'll just between us ok, no one has to know. Bro to bro.” I stopped rubbing him and he whimpered. He looked over to me, “No one?” “No one.” “Not gay though...” “Just bro stuff....” I assured him. He was silent. “You want me to help?” Eyes still closed he nodded. “Take off your underwear.” I know Sammy was watching so I wanted him to see how important it was to make the guy do these things himself, so later he can't say he had no control. He reached down and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. His cock was nice, a solid seven and half inches of beef. A respectable length any guy would kill for, any guy who wasn't a Parker. He knew he was the runt of the litter when it came to cocks, so the key here was to fluff his ego up, making him that much more receptive to my advances. “Dude nice cock,” I said gripping it and slowly tugging on it. “Fuc......thanks.....” “I mean it, you're huge,” I said, pretending to weigh his dick in my hand. “You should see my brother's....” “Sammy have a big cock?” I asked, stroking him. “Huge...he used to come downstairs in just undies on and his cock was thick as fuck.” As he was talking I was stroking him harder, licking his ear, getting him to equate Sammy with sex. “You just stare at it?” He nodded, “I'd kill for that cock.” I let the obvious double entendre go. “Ever see him fuck someone?” I asked, gripping him harder. “Yeah...fuck.....oh....no....but I know he has.” “Your little brother tears up pussy I bet.” He groaned, “Yeah...if I had that dick I would....oh yeah...that feels good.” “Can you imagine Sammy's huge cock fucking someone?” “Yeah...” he hissed as I rubbed the tip of his dick. “You ever jack him off?” “Wha? No!” he said vehemently. “Can't you imagine though, that thick ass cock in your hand...what it must feel like to stroke that?” I was stroking him as I talked. “I...I....He stammered. “Just feeling the flesh move up and down his shaft, I mean I bet that feels fucking boss.” He sighed, “Yeah...it would....” I stopped stroking him and got off the bed, he looked up at me confused. I tore my shirt off and kicked my shorts off, standing naked next to the bed. He was staring at my cock. I'm not one to brag but I have a thick eight inches that is a bulldog kid of member. My head is huge and it intimidates anyone who sees it. “Like that?” I asked, moving on to the bed with him. “You're huge,” he said in awe. “I'm ok here feel...” I moved his hand over my dick and at first he did nothing. Then, as if in a dream, he began to stroke me slowly, his eyes glued to mu piece the whole time. “Yeah, see that's a big cock right?” He nodded, licking his lips. “Hey, I know what will feel good,”I said pulling my dick from his grasp. I knelt between those fucking thick legs and licked the length of his dick. “Ohh.....shit.....” “Feel better right?” I asked, and then went back to licking. “Fuck yeah, that is....oh yeah....” I put my head around his head and he went wild. He was bucking his cock up as I slathered my tongue all around it. He grabbed my head and was just losing his shit. I popped up, pretending I was out of breath. “What the fuck man?” I exclaimed. “S-sorry....I was just...it felt so good.” “It's supposed to, here, your turn.” I moved up and straddled his chest, putting my dick near his face. “I'm not going to suck you...” I reached back and stoked his hard cock, “Come on man, bro to bro. I did you, now you do me.” He was staring at my dick like it was a cobra, “You'll do me again?” I nodded. His tongue darted out and licked the tip of my head and I made a sound like it felt good. He licked again and I pushed forward, sliding my dick into his mouth. It first he did nothing but as I played with his dick he slowly started to swirl his tongue as he had with my finger. “Yeah, suck my cock. You like that big dick? You like seeing a man's cock?” He moaned around my shaft as my words penetrated his mind. “Come on, show me how to treat a man's cock. A big cock. A real cock.” His tongue sped up and I could tell the demeaning words were getting to him. Like most guys, on some level they wanted to be degraded, they wanted to be pushed down. It was a hierarchy thing that none of us understood, but right now Eli knew I had the bigger cock so I was the bigger man. And he was worshiping the bigger man. I let him work me over for a while before I pulled my cock back, his tongue fell out of his mouth, trying to follow it. “Yeah you like that?” I said, still straddling over him. He nodded, his face flush. “Lick my balls,” I said moving them over his mouth, “Worship them...” His tongue reached up and started to lick the underside of my balls. His hands gripped the sides of my waist as he steadied me, giving himself better access. “Clean them good, show me how you worship big dicks, the kind of dick you wish you had.” He licked faster. “Right? That's it right, you want a cock like this?” He nodded and said, “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed the top of his head and pushed it back, “Fuck yeah, sir.” Our eyes locked and I could tell we'd hit a barrier. He was defiant about this, and was about to resist. I slapped his face with my cock, “Feel that, feel that dick.” the slaps were loud as fuck and his eyes closed each time, “You feel that fucking cock boy?” He nodded. “Answer me boy!” He opened his eyes and looked at me. I pointed my cock at his mouth, “You want this dick?” With a defeated tone he sighed, “Please sir, let me suck your dick.” He opened up as I started to facefuck him hard. He held on for dear life, his tongue trying to pleasure me but soon he realized, he wasn't a active participant in this, I didn't need him to do anything to get off. He wasn't a partner in this. He was my cum receptacle. “I'm gonna shoot...” I said, feeling my balls start to churn. He tried to push me off him but I wasn't moving. “Gonna shoot a man's load down your throat, gonna fucking drown you.” He kept struggling and I grabbed his throat and he stopped moving. “Do not swallow. Do not spit it out. Hold it on your tongue, you hear me?” He looked up, scared as hell. “You hear me?” He nodded as I felt my head pulse. “Fucking eat my cum cocksucker.” He moaned as I shot into his mouth, it was a pretty good load and he choked a little as cum spilled out the corners of his mouth. I slowly pulled my member out and laid down next to him. “Open up, show me.” He opened his mouth and it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. This straight, soccer playing virgin showing me my load on his tongue, begging for me to let him swallow. “Good boy, what a fucking stud,” I said leaning in to kiss him as I began to stroke his cock again. He moaned and kissed me back, my cum coating both of our mouths. The way he writhed under me, I knew that this boy was going to be easier to break than I thought.

Chapter Two Everett barely made it to class on time, a fact that was not lost on Mr. Blackthorn. Mr. Blackthorn was one of those teachers that should have been a coach. He was wide and muscular, built like a linebacker with arms that looked like they had been sculpted out of stone. The slacks he wore gripped the man's thighs like a second skin, a fact Everett had been paying more and more attention to lately. “Mr. Palmer, if your prowess on the field was comparable to your academic scores, you coming in late wouldn't be an issue.” Everett paused on his way to an empty seat, “Um, what?” The whole class laughed, “If you were as smart as you were athletic then coming in late would be fine. But since you aren't, see me after class.” “Awww shit,” he said, louder than expected and once again the was surrounded by laughter. He found a seat in the back and slid down, hoping not to be noticed. Once Blackthorn had gone back to lecturing his mind wandered to other things. Normally Everett's thoughts were of three different camps. There was baseball, a topic he loved to go around and around in his head about. Everett knew the stats of nearly every major league player in the past five years, with some he could tell you what they hit on a particular night. But it wasn't baseball he was thinking about. There was also food, easily top three. Thought Everett had a body that looked like it had never gone near actual food, the boy ate like it was always his last meal and he wanted to taste everything before he went. His metabolism was famous with his friends, most who were on a low carb, high protein kick to shed the last few pounds to make them truly a beast on the field. On a dare, Everett had wolfed down five double cheeseburgers from Sliders in less than five minutes. Not only had he won that bet but finished his and two orders of fries the guys hadn't touched. He got a ribbon from the owner and everything. But though Everett was starving, food was not on his mind. As his hand snaked under the desk and gave his dick a squeeze, the only thing on his mind was Jack's mouth on his cock. Just thinking about it made his blood rush, quickly followed by a bucket of cold water composed of everything he had been taught growing up. He had been taught that guy on guy stuff was against Jesus and that God was ALWAYS watching so he better make sure when he had sex it was with someone God would approve of. Growing up nearly all of his friends fooled around with him. One look at his dick and even the straightest of guys would bring up jerking off together just to see Everett stroke it. His dad had caught him and a friend in junior high and he had set Everett down and told him, being curious about boys was natural. Growing up he had a group of friends that would get in on circle jerks, a term Everett had his dad explain, and that was fine. What was wrong, again according to his dad, was having actual feelings towards guys. That was a sin and Everett desperately didn't want to sin. Though he had been wondering why sex with a guy is bad but sneaking into a girl's room and fucking her silly was ok. It was too confusing for him so he just focused on erection and the taste of Jack that was still in his mouth. “Everett?” The boy looked up and found the class empty and Mr. Blackthorn looking at him, “Can you pack your stuff up and come down here?” Everett shoved his books and folders into his backpack, noting that he had not touched them the whole class. As he walked towards Mr. Blackthorne glanced down and raised his eyebrow. Everett looked down and the outline of his cock was clear through his jeans. “Shit,” Everett thought, “I knew I should have found a jock to wear!” “Yes, Mr. Blackthorne?” The beefy teacher sat on the edge of his desk, “I'll give you twenty bucks right now if you tell me what today's class was about.” Everett's face reddened in embarrassment. “You can't can you? Can you tell me what we have been covering this week?” “No sir,” the jock mumbled. Sighing the teacher got up, “Look, Mr. Palmer, I accept the fact you are an athlete so your main focus is on the game and keeping in shape but you do know your scholarship depends on you keeping a 2.5 GPA?” Everett nodded. “Do you know what grade you have in this class so far?” Shake of his head. “An F, a complete zero. You turn in assignments late, when you show up to class you are unfocused and if this is any indication I can tell what you're focused on.” Mr. Blackthorn tapped Everett's dick as he spoke. “I-I'm sorry sir,” Everett stammered as he felt his dick start to chub up again. Blackthorn just stood there watching the length of the boy's member slide down the inside of his jeans. Just the fact the older man was watching made it even harder. “If you thought with this head you'd be a genius,” Blackthorn said, again tapping the stiff cock. Everett jerked at the contact and a small stain of precum stained his jeans. “You're going to need to put more into the class and to do that you need a tutor to make up for what you've skipped.” Everett nodded, wishing his dick would go down. “I'll make you a deal, you get out of practice when around 6-7?” “Mostly sir.” “Ok, on the days we don't have class you show up at my house and I'll try to get you up to speed and when you're in class, no playing with this.” Blackthorn now cupped his hand over the width of the swollen cock and Everett's eyes closed and he instinctively leaned into the contact. “You have class right now?” Everett shook his head. “Come into my office,” he said to the boy, still cupping the monster dick. Everett was led into the older man's office, door closed and locked behind him. “You can't walk around like this,” Blackthorn said, popping open the first button on Everett's jeans. “Sir I...” the athlete began to protest when the teacher's hand pressed harder against him. “Shhh...”, another button gone, “Just go with it, you need this.” Everett bit his bottom lip as another button was undone. The boy's cock sprang up, it's thick head smacking his stomach with a solid thud. “Such a healthy boy,” Blackthorn said, slowly stroking the jock's dick. “S-sir...” he said tried to protest again. “Pull up your shirt.” Everett paused, not sure if he should or not. “I said pull it up, boy!” His cock leaked some more as he reacted to the stern tone of voice. Slowly, Everett raised his t-shirt, exposing his tight abs, the definition clearly showing every deep cut. Blackthorn let the donkey dick go and the sound of it slapping against his abs filled the small office. Blackthorn pulled the dick again, leaving a small smear of precum on the hardened ridges of his abs. “Play with your nipples,” the man commanded. Everett looked down in confusion. The teacher let go of the boy's cock, another wet slap against his stomach and pinched the boy's quarter-sized nipples lightly. Everett moaned out loud as a direct line of sex from his nipples to his cock. Not even aware of it Everett fisted his cock and began to slowly stroke it. “Yeah that's it,” Blackthorn said, twisting harder. The pain was one of the most erotic things Everett had felt and he could feel his dick throb in his hand, another glob of precum forming at his tip. Blackthorn saw the drop and leaned forward to lick it off. Everett jumped as he felt the tongue move across his sensitive tip, “S-sir?” he asked The teacher let go of the nipples and said, “Keep playing with your nipples.” Everett released his dick and began to twist his own nipples as the older man put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. Then, leaning forward, Blackthorn engulfed the jock's dick with his mouth, as he moved his finger under the huge, swaying balls. Slowly the teacher spread the boy's legs, opening up his tight, muscular ass. It was the second time his dick was being sucked by a guy today and it was just as exciting as when Jack did it. His mind was flooded with new sensations, his nipples, the mouth and then the finger. Blackthorn slipped his oversized finger into the virgin ass and suddenly Everett was cumming. Load after load spilled out into the teacher's mouth, the overflow of the massive load dripped out of the corner of his mouth. Everett's ass clenched around the finger, as the cum just kept flowing. Part of him wanted to push the digit out, another part wanted it to go deeper. Finally, the spurts slowed and Everett felt his legs go weak from the orgasm. Blackthorn had never swallowed such a load before, but then again he'd never seen a cock on someone so young before. Removing the finger he let Everett step back, jeans around his ankles, swollen, red cock defeating inch by inch. Blackthorn wiped his mouth and smiled as the teen tried to gain focus again. “Better?” he asked. Everett had a dopey grin on his face as he nodded. “Ok then, get out of here, and remember, private tutoring two nights a week.” The athlete nodded again as he pulled his jeans up, tucking his now, soft cock to the side. “T-thank you, sir...” Everett said, not sure if this was something you thanked someone for. “I was young, I remember what it's like to have a dick with a mind of its own.” Everett could understand that. “See you tomorrow night,” the boy said, walking out of the office. He picked up his backpack and wobbled out of the room. Did that just happen? More importantly, did he want it to happen again?

Chapter One Everett didn't even bother to try to go back to his dorm room. He didn't have time to run back, change, shower and drop his uniform off to be cleaned before his first-class started and if his uniform was dirty for practice there would be questions that Everett didn't want to answer. He could swing by the locker room, grab a shower, drop the uniform off and see how much of what he wore yesterday could survive another day before he started to stink up the place. He passed Sliders, the local diner and hang out for students as he drove down Main Street. He was hungry but he didn't think Mrs. Jones would welcome a shirtless teenager into her diner for a meal so he kept driving. The parking lot was empty this early save for a few custodians and the few office staff that opened the school each day. Grabbing the rest of his uniform from the back seat he found his way into the locker room without being caught. What he had worn to school yesterday was still in his locker and Everett took each piece of clothing out and smelled it to see if it could last another day without stinking. Tossing the socks and underwear back into his locker he laid out his t-shirt and jeans on the bench while he looked for a fresh towel. It was weird walking into the large shower room alone, usually, it held at least half a dozen rowdy jocks lathering themselves up while talking up what exactly they had done out on the field. Empty it was like a cave, every sound echoed in ahead of him and the place was colder than a witch's tit. Now that saying always made Everett smile since he wasn't' quite sure why witch's had cold tits but he had heard it as a kid and it stuck with him, bringing him joy every time he thought it. He found a towel and shed what little he was wearing and headed into the showers. Normally this room generated a smorgasbord of emotions in the boy's mind. There was the enjoyment of a hot shower, the relief the water brought after a hard practice and the pent up energy that always seemed to follow the boys into the shower every time they entered. Walking into a group shower was always a little like playing a game of truth or dare where you picked the dare. A group of you entered, naked as the day you were born, and then proceeded to rub yourself down with soap not two feet away from another naked guy. It was awkward, exciting and more than a little erotic to most since everyone looked. The only thing that could make it worse was talking. And there was a lot of talking. In fact, there was a lot of talking with pointing and laughing thrown in for good measure as well. When Everett was young, well younger than now, he got more than a few looks and laughs in the shower. All through junior high, he had earned a couple of nicknames that drove the boy crazy with anger, Elephant Boy. Trunks. One-eyed willy. It wasn't easy growing up with a part of your body that was out of proportion with the rest of you. Because of this, he had learned to hate his member since all it seemed to bring him was shame and embarrassment. That all changed in high school. He had been fifteen the first time he showered with the rest of the team. It had been a grueling two-hour practice under a sun that only southerners know. To most, the sun was a bright, glowing ball of fun and heat that proclaimed the day as starting, in the south the sun was an unbearable master that took great pride in reminding everyone beneath it exactly who was whose slave. So when Everett stumbled into the showers after his first actual baseball practice he didn't notice or care about anyone else or their reactions. Exhaustion had a funny way of erasing little things like embarrassment or modesty in a young man and it was in this mindset he walked into the showers and stood under the nearest empty shower head. The water began to fall down him and he felt their rejuvenate powers begin to work on his tired form. It took a second to realize the shower room was silent save for the falling water. He opened one eye to find the team just staring at him. Well not him but more like part of him. Sighing he turned around and waited for the eventual teasing that would come from exposing himself like that. Instead, a couple of seconds of nothing and then someone yelled to someone outside the shower. “Holy shit Long, I think that freshman has a bigger dick than you!” He had been a sophomore at the time but Everett wisely said nothing. “Bullshit.” someone, but gonna assume it was Long, called back. “Come look, this kid is a beast!” Everett looked back in shock and there were a couple of the older kids whispering to each other, nudging the other one as they talked. Sure enough a tall boy, easily a senior walked into the shower, hair damp so he had already been in and out and looked around. “Who?” he asked outraged. The older boys pointed at him. “Lemme see it.” Long demanded more than asked. Everett looked at him with eyes so wide they were about to fall out of their sockets. “Come on kid, I ain't got all day.” Everett looked around for help and he found his friend Jack looking at him. “Show him.” Jack mouthed. Everett shook his head. “See?” Long said looking back at his friends. “You're full of shit if this kid was swinging he'd show it off.” One of the older boys moved over to Everett. “Come on kid, don't be shy. Show him what you got.” Everett looked at Jack again who nodded. And slowly, he turned around and dropped his hands to his side. Long looked at his junk like it was a loaded weapon while a couple of the other guys started to giggle. “How old are you?” Long asked, still not looking away. “Fifteen,” Everett said in a quiet voice. “And a half.” Long threw his hands up in the air and stomped out. “Fuck this shit.” Followed by his friends clapping and cheering Everett on and that was how the boy found out a big dick can be a good thing. Everett smiled as he remembered the way the team rallied around him, making joke after joke about his size, but all in good fun. That was three years ago and in that time what had been a source of ridicule had become a point of pride and gossip around school. Boys and girls. In the back of his head, he knew he should care that guys looked at him more than they should in the locker room but for some reason, it didn't. If anything it was exciting to him in a way that he refused to go into because if he was being honest, it scared the boy. It was easier to have a girlfriend that was using him as a sex toy than to look at that box of feelings he kept stashed away in his head. As he finished washing he realized the shower room was a lot less fun without the other guys. He missed the laughing and the staring, alone it was just a big room. He was about to wrap things when a hand slapped his bare ass causing him to yelp in surprise. “Come on Palmer, just jerk off at home like everyone else.” The hand and the voice belonged to the coach's aide William, Billy to his friends. He was studying physical therapy over at the junior college and had been hired as a work-study to help Coach Moore with the team this year. Though barely twenty he was considered another teacher by the team and treated accordingly. “Hey, coach,” Everett said turning the water off. “You scared the living shit out of me.” He chuckled as he glanced down. “Watch where you swing that thing bud, you could take someone's eye out with it.” The eighteen-year-old blushed and grabbed the towel hanging outside of the shower. “Sorry coach, it has a mind of its own.” William laughed. “Hey I just got out of my teens, trust me I know the struggle man.” Everett continued to dry himself as the older man began unlocking the gym. “So what brings you in so early? Don't tell me you already worked out?” “Nah, I just didn't have time this morning to grab a shower.” Billy looked up at him “What were you busy doing this early?” Everett blushed and that told the whole story. “You're gonna get caught sneaking out of that girl's house one day and there will be hell to pay.” Everett tossed the wet towel into the hamper and began to get dressed. “What am I supposed to do? Turn down sex? Come on coach you know how it is.” “I do,” Billy said sneaking another glance. “But there are safer ways to get laid than sneaking out of a two-story house.” “Like?” Everett asked, honestly curious. Billy paused and then shook his head. “You know what, ignore that. I don't know what I'm talking about. You just do what you think you need to do.” and walked away. Everett stood there confused, what did he mean by a safer way? And why practically run away when asked how? He shook his head and pulled his shirt on. “People are weird,” he muttered as he got ready for school. He grabbed his backpack, the same one that he had shoved in there yesterday. All of his books would be in there, with all of the homework he hadn't done yet in it as well. “God damn,” he muttered to himself as he thought of all the work he had skipped by falling asleep last night. He slid the backpack over one shoulder and walked out into the hall. “Now I know I've seen everything,” a voice said from behind him, “You got to school early?” He turned around and saw his best friend Jack standing there. He'd known Jack his whole life, they had grown up next door to each other and had become lifelong friends in just one look. Jack's mom used to laugh that they literally learned to walk at the same time. Jack had gotten up and wobbled over to his mother and Everett saw his friend walk, then he just got up and followed suit. “I could say the same 'bout you,” Everett said with a slow grin. Jack looked like he was out of breath and though he was in normal clothes, looked like he had just gotten done running or something. “Nah, just had to see Billy before class.” “I just saw him in the locker room...” Everett turned back to see if the man was there. “I know, he said you were hiding in there. That girl is going to fuck your dick off,” he said nudging his friend's shoulder. “Awww come on, he told you 'bout that?” “Like you wouldn't of, so what happened? Tell me everything.” They started to walk down the hall, only a few people here and there were around so Everett didn't mind sharing. “So I get up there, and I am dead tired man, like ready to puke tired.” Jack nodded, intently listening. So I'm like give me a sec and she's all laying down and shucks my pants off faster than you can say boo.” “And you guys did it?” “Not yet, then she took my jock off and almost killed me cause she didn't know I had my cup in. So I almost yell out but cover my mouth and she's all, ohhh did I hurt it?” “Oh, shit...” Jack said, more excited than ever. “Yeah, so she starts going down in me and...” “Get in here,” Jack said pushing him into one of the broom closets. “What the hell?” Everett asked. “Go on with your story, don't want anyone hearing.” Everett thought about it for a moment, "Good thinking, so she's going down on me and I just lie back cause it was...” “You horny now?” he asked, cutting his friend off. “I'm always horny, why?” “Let's do our thing before class.” “Here?” Everett asked, looking around the small closet. “Come on man, you never minded before,” “It wasn't at school!” “Was that one time in your car...” Everett felt his dick growing hard and knew it was a lost cause. “Fine but lean up against the door with me, so no one can come in.” Jack nodded and they both leaned against the door and opened their jeans. “You're commando?” Jack asked, almost choking. “I think my jock is in my uniform pants, can't remember,” he said pulling his half-hard dick out.” “God damn...” Jack said with pure envy, looking at his friend's tool. “Ok let's do this before...” Jack yanked his dick out and started to stroke it, all the time looking at Everett. “Damn you're worked up, Everett said as he lazily began to fist his cock. Jack just nodded and licked his lips. “You ok?” Jack looked up into his friend's eyes and then smiled, “I have an idea that can make this better.” Better? They'd been jerking off together since they knew how to shoot. Jack had taught Everett how to jerk off and the two of them had been doing it in the same room ever since then. There was a thrill having his best friend watch him. But something better? “How?” Everett asked Jack reached over and took hold of Everett's cock and began to stroke. Everett's eyes got huge as he felt his friend's hand touch his dick for the first time and then he relaxed as he just went with it. “God I wish I had this dick man,” Jack said, pulling up and down on the massive dick as if his own. “Oh jeez Jack, this ain't right....” “You like it right?” Everett nodded. “We're best friends right?” Another nod. “Then how can it be not right?” Everett tried to think of why but the sensations coming from his dick was too much. “Faster,” was all he said. Jack did just that and Everett closed his eyes and sighed. Why was it that his best friend with just a hand could turn him on more than his girlfriend could with actual sex? Jack's other hand cupped his low hanging balls and a moan escaped his lips. “Oh shit Jack...” he said lost in ecstasy. “Yeah, you like that don't you big guy?” Everett nodded, his friend's low voice turning him on even more. “How close?” “Close...” Everett moaned. A moist warmth engulfed the head of his dick and Everett looked down to see Jack going down on him and he exploded. From the force of the orgasm, you'd have guess Everett hadn't shot in weeks and weeks instead of last night. His hands grabbed Jack's head by reflex and held it there as he pumped more and more cum down his friend's throat. Everett shuddered as Jack pulled off his dick, there was a glob of cum at the corner of his mouth. “Why did...” Everett was about to ask when Jack moved forward and kissed him. At first, Everett was too confused to do anything but stand there, but as Jack's tongue began to touch his he could taste himself on his friend and started to kiss back savagely. There was a hunger in Everett that the boy had never felt before and he found himself pushing Jack up against the back wall, ravishing the young man's mouth. Jack pulled back from the kiss and declared, “Oh shit, oh shit...” Everett looked down and saw his friend stroking his own, decent sized dick. Without thought, Everett grabbed his friend's member and began to stroke him. “Faster, harder...” Jack gasped as he felt himself get close. Everett watched as Jack's cock gushed cum everywhere, seven, hot spurts, one after another after another. “Jesus...” Jack cried, trying to catch his breath. Everett smiled, “Well that was new.” His friend returned the smile, “How'd you like it?” Being the honest boy he was Everett was forced to admit he liked it a lot. “I mean, I don't know if I could do that, I mean putting it in my mouth. But you doing it was hot.” Jack smiled and leaned forward and kissed Everett slowly. Again Everett was confused, but he enjoyed the feeling so started kissing him back. They remained that way until the first bell rang and they both knew they were going to be late got class. “Shit,” Jack exclaimed pulling up his pants, “Hey see you at lunch?” Everett nodded pulling his up as well, “I am fucking starving” Jack gave his friend an evil grin, “Well you're the one not sure if you could put it in your mouth.” Everett felt himself blush as his friend slipped out of the closet. “What in the hell just happened?” he asked himself, before heading to class.

Daniel guided the spun teen across the hall and into his office. "Sit" he gestured to a small couch and Asher plopped down. "Ash im going to level with you here, This is a great career to get into but the pay is..well..lacking..." Daniel flipped the large flatscreen television on and began flipping through footage. "The real money is in entertainment, shall we say.." Ash stared into the screen as he watched two men step into a shower. "hey..." the boy mumbled. "ssshh, dont talk during the movie ash its impolite." Daniel scolded as he turned to his desk drawer and went to work. "See these videos? people pay a lot of money for them. The idea is simple really. Pretty guy comes in for a massage, and we make a nice movie Ash, Just like this one." Ash watched as daniel violated his helpless body, his greased cock clearly slipping its full length almost impossibly deep into the boy while he jerked his own prick. "But every series needs a co-star. I'd love to have you on as an apprentice but the truth is you're going to be a lot more." Ash watched as daniel drew deep into his body and released. the scene seemed to last forever, Daniel and the boy joined intimately together as he absorbed every drop of the older mans cum. "I cant do this" Ash mumbled. "Well thats certainly not what I wanted to hear but its your own decision. I certainly cant just sell one film with you in it, but I can use it as a promo on about a hundred other websites." Ash furrowed his brow as the silence momentarily deafened the room and Daniel studied the boys ponderance. Ash seemed like a smart kid, but it couldnt hurt to twist his arm just a little. "Ok, how often would I..." Ash stumbled through the words as Daniel stepped toward him. "Dont you worry about the details Ash I'll handle that. Now then, we're still going to be working together I hope?" Ash nodded and sighed. "Great, then we can continue some more training." Daniel took a needle and a length of plastic tubing from the desk, and straddled the boys hips. "What are you doing..." Ash muttered as his cock Grazed Daniels own tool. "normally all the fun stuff is reserved for our clients." Daniel tightened the band around the boys slender upper arm. "but in this case its a special tool to help learn how to be a good actor. lean back Ash" Daniel pulled the needle to the boys arm and held it in place. "ive never done drugs" ash apprehensively blurted as daniel smiled up at him. "Ash just relax. This is more like a vitamin buddy. You dont have to watch if you dont want to. Just take nice deep breaths and close your eyes." Ash squinted his eyes shut and tried his best to control his breathing. Doug registered the boys soft grunt as the needle plunged into his prominent vein. "there we go Ash almost there. youre doing great buddy." Daniel emptied the cocaine into the boys arm and ran his fingers through the teens shaggy hair. "all done buddy. you can take that arm band off now" Daniel smiled as the relieved teen eagerly pulled off the tubing. "Oh..wow...." Ash stared into Daniels eyes as they rolled into his head. "atta boy ash" Daniel raised his hips forward until the teens dribbling cockhead kissed his hole. "wait" Asher panted as he looked between his legs. "no waiting ash, today we need to learn to fuck properly since youll be putting this inside a lot of men."

Chapter 5 "Hmmmm. Tim said you were cute. Very nice to meet you Jay. Forgive my dick, it has a mind of its own. Looks like you have been busy! And been partyin pretty heavy I'd say. Its a good thing Tim isnt here to see you twisted like this. I think its hot though. I love fuckin a spun out bottom. They just cant get enough dick! That right?" I wasnt sure how to respond. Who was this guy? I knew I wanted him, but what about Tim? "Guilty as charged. Yeah, been busy and yeah a bottom. Who are you?" He reached out his hand. "I am Tim's friend, AJ. I live 3 doors down. My hot water heater is being replaced so I came here to shower." Relieved, I put out my hand and said, "nice to meet you too!" He took my hand, shook it, then pulled it to his now almost hard dick through his towel and said, "my dick is glad to meet you, but its more into your ass. Lets see what you got there Jay". I turned around and he pulled my jeans to my ankles, leaving my ass nicely framed in my jock. AJ whistled, dropped his towel, and then wrapped his arms around me while his dick laid in between the cheeks of my ass. AJ then took his finger and tapped my hole a few times, then licked his finger and pushed it in to his knuckle. He ran his other hand under my shirt and rubbed my chest and toyed with my nips. "Your ass is nice and wet. And damn, its clamping down, sucking on my finger. Its hungry. Real hungry." I broke out in a sweat and jerked a bit as he poked my prostate. My dick started flowing precum. AJ then lifted my shirt over my head and told me to step out of my jeans. He pulled my jock down and off then removed my socks. There we stood totally naked in my ex's kitchen. He turned me around and pushed my head downward telling me to get down on my hands and knees, stick my ass out and suck his dick. I did as he said. He produced a bottle of poppers and told me to take 6 huge breaths. As I started to fly, he took a couple then put the bottle down and fed his dick down my throat. I didnt gag. My throat opened up and swallowed his 9 inch dick to his balls. "Damn! Yeah! Suck my cock! Fucking meth bitch!" He grabbed my head and started skull fucking my throat. Swearing and moaning this went on for at least 15 minutes. "That ass is soooo hot and hungry!" Aj said. I hadnt realized but there were mirrors on the wall behind me giving him a front row seat to my ass as I sucked his dick. My ass was gyrating and my hole kept peeking and teasing him as my balls swayed while my hard dick drooled. "Time for some serious fucking. Grab your stuff and follow me. Dont worry about being naked. This place is clothing optional", AJ said. "Bet you get into intense play. When we get to my place I want you to drop your stuff just inside the door then head down the hallway to the right. Goto the end and into the last room on the right. Jump up into the sling and wait for me." We got to his place, much bigger than Tim's one bedroom. I followed AJ's directions. I could hear clanging and banging as I walked and realized that the water heater was still being worked on. I felt a bit nervous knowing that was going on, but my horniness drove me right up into the sling. I laid there and saw myself in the giant mirrors that covered the ceiling from wall to wall and more mirrors placed around the room. The sling had stirrups to which I put each foot through and smaller loops to which I put each hand through. I laid there looking at my reflection from so many angles. I honestly thought I looked pretty hot, my ass slightly hanging over the edge of the sling. My hole exposed and I could see it twitching, aching for dick. I began moving about in the sling making it sway. Footsteps came from the hallway. "Thanks! Let me know when its all done. I'll be back here fucking some hot ass." AJ said as he approached the room. "Fuck yeah! My sling suits you! My dick is gonna suit that ass too," AJ said as he entered the room. He then turned on some porn that I quickly realized was recorded in this very room and had him and another hot top totally banging the shit outta some boy in the same sling I laid in. Both he and the other top had leather gear on - harnesses, boots, armbands. I was so focused on all the action I didnt see AJ put on the same harness and boots until he was standing between my legs. He looked so hot. "Now I wont tell if you dont! I love getting fucked up. I demand my bottoms are totally fucked up. First things first." He walked around to behind my head and slipped the two straps around my wrists so that now I was tied to the sling. He did the same with my ankles. He grabbed a blindfold from a drawer and put it on me. "No ball gags or shit like that. I like to hear the screaming and begging. And you will, for sure. I am in control here. You are a fucking set of holes for me to use. I dont care about your dick - though I do like to see bottoms with hard ons I can grab onto and tease. Now relax a bit while I get some things". He turned the volume up for the porn. He then held onto my dick and told me not to move as he injected trimix into it. Then I felt a band on my arm, a cold swab, a slight prick, then off the band went and a huge rush washed over me. "Like I said, really fucked up. .5 should put you right up there. Fly slut fly", he laughed. I coughed super hard. "OOh fuck! Fuck! Holy shit! Fuck! God damn! Fuuucckk!!" I first shouted then could hardly get the words out. He began tapping my hole and asked me, "fuck what?" "Fuck my hole! Please! Fuck me!", came from me in gasps. My hole was then attacked by wet, determined tongue fucking. I tried to buck my hips to get more of it. My hole tried to suck his tongue in. A very slim but long dildo was then pushed deep into my hole and it burned for a few moments. The dildo was pushed and pulled and then stopped, pressing against my prostate. Pulled put, another tongue attack, and another, thicker, longer dildo pushed deeper and more burning. Pushed and pulled and again stopping against my prostate. Then a few thumps against my prostate and pulled out. Another tongue attack. A third, thicker and longe dildo entered. It burned even more and stretched my hole. I bucked upwards from the shock of its size. I shook my head side to side and tried saying no. "Your hole and dick are loving this! Tell me what you want," he said. I was insane at the intensity. The dildo was pulled from me. "I should stop? Right?" I shook my head no like crazy. Still gasping I tried to yell out no. Dont stop. I felt nothing. I tried bucking my hips and writhed in the sling. Then a much larger than before felt object began to push against my hole. It burned like never before. The pressure grew. I winced in pain. A popper soaked cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth as I tried to breathe. I flew higher and higher. My hole opened some more and the object pressed in and my hole gripped around it. A butt plug now filled my hole with pressure on my prostate. The cloth with poppers removed followed by taps of different force onto it. "Got u nice and opened up now. Didnt want to waste all that work! U hang in there a bit." he said as he left the room. Spun wasnt the word. I was fucked up. I then began to panic about what day and time it was as I had a Sunday afternoon flight home. Then that faded in favor of the need to get fucked. Now a bit more focused, I was able to shout out, "fuck my hot tight hole! C'mon! Fuck me!"

Wow, when it rains, it pours. Same with hookups off Grindr. LOAD #1 - a repeat hookup. Young - in his late 30s South Asian top I had park sex with a few weeks back; then he gave me a big oral load. Today he was visiting friends in my area and again wanted oral. He would only bareback me if I was douched. That changed this afternoon. I had him over and he saw that I was manscaped with a hairless hole. When I was sucking his cock to get him hard and ready, he kept fingering my daddy hole. I had my silicone lube on the nightstand. He told me to get on my stomach. I thought he was just going to tease my hole with his 7" thick uncut cock. Fuck! He lubed up his cock and rammed it in my hole. I hadn't been fucked in a while, nor had I douched. After the initial pain of about 10 seconds, I accomodated his thick cock quite easy. His breath got short and his thrusts increased. He grunted and gave me a huge load (a bit salty), but most wel-CUM! He left but said he'd love to keep in touch! LOADS #2, 3, and 4 - a repeat hookup. My 27 yr old Filipino jogger isn't jogging in the area any more due to the cooler weather. But, he saw me on Grindr and wanted sex with me. Who was I to argue with? He played with my nipples again. We're very comfortable with each other sexually. Apparently, last time I gave him a hickey which his Mom noticed and commented on. No worries on his part, though. I managed to fuck his very tight hole for a bit. But he didn't want me to continue as it brought him pain. So we switched to 69ing. Like last time, we blasted in each other's mouths. When I sucked his nipples, he gave me 2 more oral loads in my mouth, for a grand total of 3 creamy loads. He's my regular sexbud -- now his 6th time over to my place. LOAD #5 - a new discreet hookup off Grindr. A 26 yr old tall cub came to visit, needing oral relief. He is a bearded Indian, beefy-muscular cub. After I got him hard, he didn't last long and gave me my 5th load of the day. He's into daddies. I didn't mind one bit. A great day for anal and oral loads! OINK!

How about this hole?

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Sloppy, puffy , hungry and wet

Part Eight So this is what I learned about Eli. He was 19, a serious soccer player and avid gamer. He had an online addiction to FPS games like COD, Halo, and Overwatch. His favorite drink was Mountain Dew, his favorite food was buffalo wings and he had dated the same girl since freshman year of high school. He was the typical middle brother, jealous of the power the oldest had and jealous of the attention the youngest had so suffered from a pretty bad self esteem problem. That was all I needed to take this kid down. “So this,” I said holding up a vial, “Is GHB.” Sammy nodded. “We slip this into his Mountain Dew and he will zonk the fuck out within minutes.” “Is it dangerous?” “Not with the dose we're giving him. A strong dose will just knock him the fuck out but we don't want that. We just need him loopy.” “Ok, so he drinks then what?” “Once he is wasted we give him one of these.” I held out a yellow smiley face tablet. “Is that a vitamin?” God this kid was too innocent. “It's a hit of Molly. Once he is stumbling around we get him to take one of these and I'll take him upstairs to sleep it off.” “And then what?” I just smiled. “So do I get to do him?” “Not yet, right now we need him to fully commit to getting fucked and liking it. If he sees you he'll freak the fuck out and it will be almost impossible. Remember, we don't want to force him, we can't to make him want this.” “Eli isn't like that. He's a virgin, saving himself for marriage and the whole thing. Him and his girlfriend have chastity rings and everything.” My cock just twitched at that information. “That will make it all the easier. I'm gonna have a camera set u in my room, which we'll use for motivation later.” “Can I watch?” Sammy asked eagerly. “Sure, but he can't see you. You can hide in my closet for something.” “Cool! But how are you gonna convince him to come over?” “You tell him we're having a COD tournament tonight, free food and drink and a trophy for the winner.” “You think that will work?” “I think he will see a bunch of jocks, just like John, and he would love to come over here an kick our asses at the game and prove he is better than us. It's part of his middle brother complex, he is dying to prove himself. And, he will be flattered that we asked just him and not John.” “John wouldn't come anyways.” “Sure, but that doesn't matter. Eli wants people to like him more than you two, so the invite will stroke his ego.” Sammy cocked his head, “It's kinda scary how good you are at this?” I put the molly away, “I have a knack of reading people. It's a gift.” “Why didn't you use that stuff on me?” I looked at him and knew I should just lie. There was no earthly reason for me to tell this kid that I had him smoke a spiked joint to get him in the mood. All I needed to do was smile and tell him some bullshit and it would be fine. But something wouldn't let me lie to this kid. “I did, the joint you smoked that night was laced.” He smiled, “Yeah I figured that, no way any weed is that strong. I mean why not feed me some Molly of put something in my drink?” “Because I didn't want a comatose zombie. I didn't want to fuck an unconscious body, I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to watch your face as you realized how much you wanted my cock. I was dying to see the moment you broke and stopped trying to be straight and just went with the pleasure you were feeling.” “What if I wasn't into it?” I had no answer to that. I mean he was right, I should have gave him a molly or spiked his drink a little, that one joint was enough to fuck him up but not completely take him out. Why had I risked it? What was it about this kid that was fucking me up so bad? “I don't know, maybe I knew you'd be into on some level.” He laughed and moved over, straddling my lap, “I think you like me.” I raised an eyebrow. “I think you saw me and you were like, fuck I want some of that. And deep down you were hoping I'd want some of you.” “You think?” He nodded with a huge grin. “I think you have a huge ego and need to get taken down a peg.” He leaned in close to my face, “Well come on alpha, peg me.” I pushed him off my lap and onto the ground, “Nope. I need my stamina for your brother tonight. Besides...you've been a bad boy, and bad boys don't get fucked.” He whined a little and then stuck his tongue out at me. I tried not to laugh but failed pretty badly. “Get out here, go tell your brother about the tournament, be here by 7.” He stood up and saluted me, “Sir, yes sir.” God that was hot. “GO!” I shouted and he left. Leaving me with a throbbing hard on, “What the fuck is that kid doing to me?” I asked myself.

definitely. many men have told me I am nothing but a cumhole for them. more guys show it by how they use me. they make it clear that I have no value as a human being and am just some worthless trash whore that men use to jerk themselves off. I am admittedly hot so I could delude myself into thinking im valued by men as a hot fuckslut but when you have taken as many guys loads through glory holes or under restroom stalls and in darkrooms as I have I realised the men breeding me don't give a fuck about me. I am just a human fleshlight to most guys

Prelude There are two Americas in the world. Now settle down, I'm not about to get political on you, this isn't that kind of tale. I'm speaking of the two Americas that exist side by side with little to no interaction. There is the America everyone sees, you know the one on TV. With the cities and the lights and the cars going fast. With the Ubers and the Instagram and the swiping left on things that you're gonna have delivered by an Amazon drone. Everyone knows that America. That America is the one where a group of seven white people sit in a coffee shop that charges five bucks for a cup and talk about a lot of nothing for 22 minutes and then smile as names scroll past them at a speed that is far too fast for normal people to read. We all know this America and for most people, it is their reality. But there is another America. An America where time seems to have stood still. An America where people walk slower, they smile more and they know each other's name in a way city folk don't quite understand. It is an America of picking apples and fallen leaves, stealing a kiss in the back seat of a car and going to sleep knowing that even if you didn't lock your door, it's gonna be ok. It's an America where people are judged by the work they do not the clothes they wear or the car they drive. An America where you own a truck cause you haul things, not cause you saw a celebrity drive one. Sure there are problems with this America as well as the first one but you ask the people who choose to live there and they'll tell you it's ok. It's a shrinking America to be sure but it's still there, alive and well. This is the America in which Everett Palmer lives. Now you don't know Everett, good, wholesome boy. Only son to Benjamin and Kathy Palmer over on Palm Street, he grew up tall, handsome and...well just about everything you'd think about if I said an all-American boy. A sophomore at Mercy Wells College on a scholarship to play baseball and he is about to come climbing out the second-story window of that peach-colored house over on the left. You see Everett has been dating Cheryl Miller since he started college and things have been heating up lately. No, that's not right. Things haven't been heating up lately, Cheryl has. You see Cheryl, third daughter to Paul Miller, dean of Mercy Wells, had set her sites on Everett and thought she had bagged herself a good one. He was handsome, polite, kind, an athlete's body and then there was the other thing God had graced the boy with that she was taken with. She had thought he was going to be like every other jock that had passed through her father's school, cocky, brash and sex-starved. But if anything, the boy didn't make one move towards Cheryl in the bedroom department. At first, Cheryl was taken by Everett's manners and patience, which was then replaced with admiration on how the boy could control himself so well when they spent so much time alone to frustration wondering if this boy was ever going to make a move. So Cheryl, being a young, independent woman of the millennium, made her own move on Everett. The boy took to sex like a fish to water and the two had been getting along swimmingly ever since. Cheryl would wait until her parents were asleep and then call for Everett to climb the lattice wall up to her window so he could sneak in and they could get down to business. This had been going on for a few months now and not one hiccup had occurred. That's the thing about hiccups, they can come right out of nowhere. You see coach Moore had the boys running drills past nine last night in preparation for next month's playoffs. The team, including Everett, had run miles and miles in the backfield until they could barely stand anymore. Moore had said their performance was pitiful but secretly he was proud of the boys, Everett especially. The boy was being scouted by a couple of major league teams quietly and if he didn't screw things up he was a shoo-in for a chance to play big-league baseball someday. Everett had screwed things up by telling Cheryl he would be over after practice. Still in his baseball pants and cleats, Everett had climbed the lattice quietly to her bedroom, his girlfriend waiting for him in a nightgown that covered very little. His legs burned with exertion from the wind sprints the coach had piled in him but the call of sex was too powerful for the nineteen-year-old and into her window he climbed. It turns out after climbing in, Everett didn't need to do much more than lie there and enjoy it. Cheryl had pleasured herself on the boy for well over an hour, brought him to climax twice with little effort all with almost machine-like efficiency. Now normally Everett was quick to dress and exit her room, one, because he was pretty sure her father would kill him if he found the baseball player in a state of undress with his daughter but more because whenever he was done having sex with her he had this desire to want to shower as quickly as possible. It was a confusing impulse but normally it was all Everett could do to not jump out her window and run to his house to rinse all evidence of his carnal behavior off his lean body. But not last night. You see last night Everett was just too tired to care and Cheryl was too happy that her boyfriend decided to stay and cuddle for once. The two of them passed out on the floor, Everett in just his high baseball socks and nothing else, Cheryl in less than that. So it is here we meet Everett, minutes after Cheryl's older sister barged in and told the two to wake up quickly, not before stealing a glance at what her sister had been coveting this whole time, that her father was awake and wondering where she was. A minute after Cheryl shook the sleeping athlete awake and told him he had to go. And seconds before the sound of Cheryl's father's footsteps could be heard climbing the staircase to her room. And there as promised is our boy, Everett Palmer, climbing down the side of the house, buck naked, save his socks, with his uniform in hand as he avoided the more prickly pieces of ivy from grabbing his junk as he descended. As luck would have it Ms. Lamar was walking her dog in front of the Millers and turned just in time to see the young athlete's nude form drop to the driveway. He was 6'2” without an ounce of extra fat on him. Days and days of baseball had tanned his face and arms but left the rest of his toned, muscular body pale as the day he was born. But the most impressive part of Everett wasn't his height or frame or his toned, athletic body. It was what God had gifted him below that made Ms. Lamar pause. You see when the lord almighty puts bodies together he does so in a judicious way. He tries to keep things as even as possible, brains, looks, body, no one gets too much of everything to keep things fair. So pretty people rarely had much in the way of common sense, athletic folks weren't all that known for being rocket scientists and the smartest and kindest of people were so, usually at the expense of outward looks and physical grace. Not in Everett's case. You see when Everett was being dreamed up it was clear from the get go the boy lacked the basic common sense that God had given a squirrel. He was timid, trusting, kind to a fault and loathed to fight in any capacity whatsoever. A creature like this would be nearly helpless in the world, a victim to whoever stumbled across the poor boy to just run ramshod over him and take advantage of him. So when Everett was born he was given the looks of an angel, the body of a devil and the cock of a demi-god. It was a sight to see and see it Ms. Lamar did as it swung heavy between Everett's legs as he slipped his baseball pants on. How he stuffed the whole thing down the front of his pants and not got it caught in the zippers no one will know, but within seconds, wearing only pants and socks he ran as fast as he could towards his car, hoping no one was looking out Cheryl's window. As he slipped inside his '67 Bel Air, a Christmas gift given to him by his dad, his large feet dwarfed the pedals as he tossed the rest of his uniform aside and turned the beast over as fast as he could. He looked over and saw the stunned face of Ms. Lamar, who was just staring at the boy like she had seen the Lord risen again. He smiled and gave her a small wave as the car turned over and he drove off as fast as he could. And this is where our story starts.

Nothing was happening at my favorite ABS so I decided to check out another store that I hadn't been to in years. There weren't any cars in the parking lot, so I wasn't expecting much, but I went in anyway just to evaluate it's future potential. The arcade was set up with blocks of booths alternating on either side of the wall so that you sort of zig-zag around them as you walk down the hall. At the end of the hall, there is one more "zig" down a narrow aisle that leads to a final booth behind the others. It's narrow, and private, so it seemed the best one to hang out in. I selected a vid, stripped off my clothes, lubed up a dildo I'd brought with me, and settled in to "entertain" myself until someone else came in. I was alone in the arcade long enough to walk around naked, find all the glory holes, check the trash cans for used condoms, examine the floor for spilled loads, and dildo my hole until the video looped and started over, but eventually a "couple" came in. The one guy was decent looking -- maybe mid 30's, wearing t-shirt and shorts. His "date" had a good chance of placing in a worst non-passable CD contest. She was wearing a head scarf, long winter coat, and clutched a handbag. The overall appearance gave off an '80's bag lady vibe that seemed out of place for the Florida sun. As I stood naked in the doorway of my booth, the two turned to each other, whispering. They did a quick rock, paper, scissors, and with a frown, bag lady waddled towards me. (She wasn't fat -- just not used to the shoes.) She stopped about 2 feet away and looked me over. I looked her over. She scanned my body once again. Our eyes met and, without a word, she turned and left; shaking her head "no" as she waddled back to her date. As they disappeared from view, I was left thinking: "That was the most amusing rejection I've ever had." Before I left that evening, I swallowed one load through the glory hole, and had another guy who didn't want to touch and just jerked himself off onto me. Overall, rock, paper, scissors was the highlight of my night.

I learned early that I had a talent for taking big cocked guys. I also learned early I really got off on seeing guys taking gigantic anything in their ass and loved training my own hole to enjoy such size excesses. My own cock is too fat for most guys to take comfortably (and as a pig bottom, I can live with that). I love guys like myself that you can tell the moment you see us we have had a pile of heavy sexual use because our holes are obviously loose and stretched out from all the cock fucking, fisting and big toys shoved into our hungry ass cavern. You can see my own huge hole in my profile pic. Here are a couple more, one at rest where my hole is a slit/gash rather than a tiny hole because it is used so much and the other after heavy fisting and breeding with cum dripping from it. When I see a fellow bottom with a wrecked ass I get instantly turned on because I know how much sexual use he has had to get that stretched out and sloppy.

It’s the sanctimonious tone of the post that puts me off, the whole “You are welcome” thing... That alone is enough to ensure I would never want to meet this guy. I don’t know if I’m the only one, but I’m tired at being preached and shouted at by people sitting astride their moral high horses these days, in every aspect of life.

Daniel took his time, luxiating in the young mans once virgin ass while the last of his seed drained from his softening prick into the receptive hole. "so much tension here Andy you really should stop by more often" he smiled as he gently massaged Andys hips and glutes. Daniel found his victims consistently managed to take his seed deeper if he stayed inside a little longer and they remained relaxed, so he continued his gentle ministrations to the hot throb of Andys stretched cunt. holding the camera steady has he had so many times before, Daniel gently pulled his cock from the boy and was rewarded with Andys pink gaped bud, glistening with lube, but with any trace of Daniels seed nested deep inside. He gently set the camera aside, replaced the towel on the boys now well fucked ass, and left to store the footage for later sale. "wakey wakey" Daniel announced to the room as Andy sighed deeply and rolled onto his back. "It looks like you dozed off buddy, not to worry though it happens sometimes" Daniel studied the boy as he sheepishly fetched his clothes. As Andy gushed about how well his shoullder felt, and his overall experience, Daniels mind wandered to the load sloshing around in the boys ass. He could spend all week filling that ass with seed over and over, stretching the boy to fit his prick perfectly, and then sending him home to his doting wife. "how about we schedule an appointment for next week?" Daniel offered, as Andy obliged just as welcomingly as his puffy hole had accepted the masseuses generous prick only a few hours ago. As the clock ticked toward midnight, Daniel finished editing the last footage of Andys virgin ass as it obediently gulped his hot load, and finished clearing his email before being reminded of a new apprentice he was expecting the next morning. a blue eyed teen named Asher had just graduated from highschool and was eager to enter the field. Daniel paused for a moment and scrolled through his shockingly large collection of footage. Another talented costar would make for quite a bit more footage, and quite a bit more cash if not a whole lot more fun. The only challenge was motivating the kid to perform. Daniel wanted something...versatile. Easily able to accomodate any scene. As the morning commute back to the spa gave way to the empty parking lot, Daniel waved to a shaggy haired teenager standing at the door. "Daniel?" Asher asked with a smile, offering his hand. "Daniel!" the older man smiled back, eagerly shaking the boys hand. "and its Asher i presume?" Daniel sized the young man up. The more he studied, the more certain he became that Asher was going to net him a tidy sum. "its ash." The boy smiled, as Daniel ushered him into the lobby. "of course! ash. Well why dont we start with the grande tour. You need to become familiar with the facilities amenities first and foremost. feel free to have a look around. Are you a coffee or tea guy?" Daniel made his way to the small drink trolly without so much as a second thought. "Coffee" Asher nodded politely, as Daniel returned to the boy with a fresh hot cup and began explaining the daily routines, the boy sipped away. "The human body" Daniel lectured, "thats what we focus on here. You know it might just seem like a bunch of bones and meat, but theres actually quite a bit to it." Daniel turned the corner and presented the boy with an opulent shower room. "some of our guests prefer to shower off before or after. You need to get familiar with it as its pretty common for people to get confused by all the knobs." The glassy eyed boy nodded, squinting at the immaculate tile and chrome. "Well then, come on..." Daniel began stripping his shirt off as Asher looked on confused. "the shower...look Ash if you're uncomfortable with the human form this job is going to be rather difficult." Daniels lecture slowly resonated with the teen as he began stripping his clothes off. "there we go" Daniel eyed the boys toned abs and shoulders, tapering neatly to his semihard cock as the cup of morning blend Daniel prepared did its work. "hot" Daniel took ashers hand and placed it on a knob. "and cold" guiding the boys other hand accordingly. Asher turned the knobs, dancing about as the numerous showerheads came to life, until finallly bringing the water to temperature. "all set?" Daniel smiled. "uh huh" Asher panted, visibly disoriented as he braced himself against the wall of the shower, his thick teenage cock bobbing in front of him. Daniel pumped a glob of bodywash and began exploring Asher fully. "Nothing like hot water and steam to ease the tension. Feels nice?" Daniel continued rubbing the boys chest and shoulders, eliciting a calm moan. "Ill teach you to use these techniques at your own pace, but for now try to pay attention." Daniels strong hands began to massage and part the boys firm ass. "did you know..." Daniel stepped momentarily from the warmth of the shower to procure a greasy wad of laced lube on his fingers "This is a muscle too?" Daniel greedily smeared the boys hole with the powerful goo, teasing it into him with his fingertips as Asher squirmed in front of him. "Pay attention" Daniel pushed his finger into the boys ass. "tell me what you feel." Asher looked behind him in embarassment, as daniel wriggled his finger. Asher winced and as the powerful drug entered his body, pulling back as Daniel continued working the goo into the boys virgin hole. As the drug entered Asher the squirming abated and his hips instinctively advanced toward Daniels hand. "thats it, there we go. feeling nice and warm? The first parts always a little scary Ash. most boys never massage this.." Daniel slid another digit inside and pushed intensely against the teens prostate. "oh fuck..." Ash groaned, as Daniel ignored the boy and continued working his hole. "Here, this will go a lot easier if..." Daniel slowly guided the dazed teens fingers to his dripping cock, "you stroke...up and down for me Ash" Daniel watched as the boy wrapped his slim fingers around his pulsing rod and as commanded, began pumping his fist up and down his prick. "theres a boy, up and down. make it feel nice." Daniel pulled his fingers from the boy and nestled his hard wet cockhead against the teens greasy ring. "mm..noo" Ashers head lolled over his shoulder at Daniel. The boys body knew the primal, forbidden touch of the older mans cockhead against his hole and just as soon as it registered, Daniel stepped closer to the boy. "Yes." He whispered as the smooth head of his prick pierced the teens tight hole. Asher gasped as the whole of the older mans long warm cock slipped neatly inside him, his balls gently resting against the teens firm cheeks. "there we are ash. Are you paying attention?" Daniel began gently fucking, the moist slap of flesh and the teens own panting echoing against the shower walls. What was to be his first day on the job had now turned into a humiliating rape as the boys own body betrayed him and eagerly welcomed Daniels powerful cock inside, "Do you feel me inside Ash?" Daniels strokes were now cleanly entering and exiting the boys relaxed hole in loud slurps. "yes..." Asher sobbed gently. "good. Its pretty darn hard to forget the first time you get fucked Ash but its important you learn how to." Daniel intensified his thrusts, eliciting a groan from the boy. "will you cum for me ash? I bet those big balls are full of spunk." Ash looked down as his hand continued pumping his dick yet to no avail. "i cant" Asher whispered. "Whats that boy?" Daniel felt the cum boiling in his own balls, the teens relentless gripping ass milking him greedily. "I cant cum" Asher blurted in embarassment. "oh dont worry about it then Ash, sometimes the tina makes it a little hard to get there but We'll pump a load out of you, dont you worry." Daniel guided Ashers hands to his ass and coaxed the teen to spread himself lewdly for the older man. "Here it comes Ash" Daniel pushed deep and sighed as his balls began pumping the teen full. Asher stood confused for a moment and, realizing what Daniel was doing, began to squirm. "nonono, just relax. let it pump into you. let your body take it inside" Daniels gripped the boys hips firmly and held him in place, slowly emptying his balls. "perfect. Youre doing great so far Ash!" Daniel smiled at the weary teen as he pulled his tool from the boys body and shut off the water. "here ya go" Daniel tossed a fresh towel to the teen. "We've got one more stop to make today Ash and then I think we might be done."

Getting in on a weekend had been my goal for about two years now but I had never succeeded. Thursdays however were easy, there was no bouncer and as long as you didn’t try to buy anything alcoholic at the bar the staff would leave you alone. That’s when my friends and I would go. We’d be there with a good crowd, mainly our age, with the old guys watching us from corners and leaning up against walls ogling the young meat on the dancefloor. The old guys, meaning anyone over 30, scared me. Everyone scared me to be honest as I wasn’t fully out, so my two friends usually gave in to me wanting to dance in one of the dark corners where I wouldn’t have to make eye contact with anyone. We’d stay in the corner, dancing, until the lights went up and then I’d go home and wank off to the fantasy of being whisked off my feet and having hot sex with someone, or just sex with anyone! I wasn't a virging but I'd only had awkward sex. Sex where I couldn't really look the guy in the eye during or afterwards, sex where I ran as soon as I'd cum. I had lots of fantasies though, my biggest being to be dominated so badly that the guy I would blow would actually cum down my throat. My naivete and desperation coupled with the alcohol was now about to get me in big, big trouble… I couldn’t believe he was kissing me back! This incredibly gorgeous man was kissing me back! I started to melt and fall back into his arms when he pushed me off. “What do you think you’re doing?” he scowled at me. “You just stand there and kiss me right in front of my boyfriend?!” His friend, erm his boyfriend, now stopped laughing and scowled at me as well or was he trying to contain laughter? “I asked you how you were going to repay me and you reply by insulting me and my boyfriend, even after I saved you and prevented you from looking like a total idiot! You would have fallen completely on your face if it hadn’t been for me.” I was completely mortified and all dreams of being with this man now flew out the window. People were actually looking at us and omg they had actually seen me kiss him! I had kissed a man in public. FUCK! I didn’t see anyone I recognized so I decided to bolt. I made it one step before he grabbed me. “Where the fuck are you going? I ASKED you, How. Are. You. Going. To. REPAY ME?!” Now he looked almost angry... Again engulfed in his scent, hard as a rock leaking precum I stuttered “Aa a aanything y y yy you wwwant!” “Anything I want what, boy?!” Now I was totally stumped. What did he mean? “Wha whe wha” I stammered. “Anything I want WHAT, BOY!?” he repeated now only inches from my face. Then it dawned on me. This was in my favorite porn movie! A scene where a large muscular daddy wearing leather had fucked a younger twink and made him do all kinds of slutty things. The leather daddy had called him "Boy" and the twink had called him… “Aa aann aanything yy yyou wantttt, Sir?” “ Good boy!” he smirked, tenderly stroking my cheek. That’s when I shot my first load of the evening...

College was expensive. I mean I know that isn't a huge revelation or anything, but I did not expect my scholarship to dry up so fucking fast. I was on a full ride for Lacrosse but it barely paid for tuition and books. Food and lodging was definitely not covered. A couple of the other guys on the team were in the same boat so we decided to look for a place we could all share. It didn't help that everything around Dallas was like three times the cost of normal places. We searched all over and finally one of the guy's dad had a rental property he was willing to rent to us, as long as we kept in shape. It needed some work and six athletic guys had more than enough time to fix it up. It was a nice house in the middle of suburban Richardson, a pretty expensive place outside of the city proper. As we drove up tot he place there were kids on lawns, dads moving shit...I mean it was right out of an old TV show or something. There was no way we could turn this into a party house, well not a real one. As we moved our stuff in we scoped out the place, wondering how much trouble we could get into before the neighbors called the cops on us. There were three bedrooms which meant two guys to a room. No one really minded because we were al a little homey-sexual. Don't know what that means? Let me explain. We all got a little handsy when we got fucked up. I mean we weren't gay or anything, but we were college athletes with bodies to prove it. We knew what a good looking guy was and when we got high or drunk, we got a little gay. Again, nothing serious, some sloppy kissed, a handy or at the most a bj, but that was about it. Gay chicken was an Olympic sport for us and everyone thought it was funny. I wasn't gay, but I was sure in the fuck bi. I liked fooling around with the guys but I never pushed it because the only reason everyone was cool messing around was that no one thought anyone was serious about it. I was a little serious about it. But you don't shit where you sleep so in my mind, my roommates were off limits and that was that. We were about done emotying the moving truck when three guys walked up on us. Wait, let me rephrase that. Three fucking studs walked up on us. There were brothers, that much was evident but the striking features and varying shades of blond hair they had. The oldest was built like a shit house, real bulky, football type guy and super A&F vibes. The middle was skinny but you could see he had some meat on him, of the three he was the least attractive and let me tell you, he could still get pussy by simply smiling. It was the youngest one that broke everything though. He looked 18, bright blond hair, shaggy like a surfers, blue eyes, and a body that looked like an action figure. This kid was like sex in Converse and I don't think he had any clue about it. “Sup?” the oldest one said, giving me the all knowing bro nod. “Hey man,” I said holding my hand out. “You guys moving in?” A couple of the guys stopped and waved and I nodded, “Yeah, we all play lacrosse at UH, you?” “I'm John, this is Eli and that's Sammy.” Eli nodded and Sammy tried to do the same but it just looked like a puppy imitating the older dogs. “We live over there,” he pointed to a huge house at the end of the block, “I play football at UH and Eli is soccer.” “I'm baseball!” Sammy volunteered, and he looked like it. Baseball guys were hot, like super hot. They had these savage upper bodies, no fat, great legs from all the running. They were just all around sex packages in my mind and Sammy looked the type. “So the jock brothers?” I joked. “Parker,” John said smiling, “Welcome to the neighborhood.” “Glad to meet you guys, so is it as strict as it looks?” Eli nodded, “Yeah, my mom is already on the phone with the other hens, complaining about the neighborhood going to hell.” “Damn, that was fast!” John shook his head, “Look bro, it's cool around here. But trust me, these assholes are looking for a reason to boot you guys and you've been here like five minutes. Just keep your head down and let them get used to you and trust me, they'll learn to deal.” “That's good advice man, thanks.” “Well, we saw guys who were under thirty in the neighborhood and wanted to check it out.” “Cool, you guys are welcome to hang whenever you want. There will always be beer and someone will be playing COD in one of the rooms.” “You guys game?” Sammy asked. “COD, Fortnite, a couple of the guys play Overwatch, least they used to. Yeah we game it up some nights.” John laughed, “Well you just ensured this one will be on your couch every day.” “These guys won't play anything with me!” Sammy complained, “They say games are for kids.” “Well then this is a whole house of 20 something year old kids.” His face lit up and I swear I felt my cock twitch in response. “Well cool man, you guys need any help with the boxes?” Eli offered. It was a good play, he could see there were like two boxes lef tin the truck they timed their arrival to make sure they could offer and not get hooked in to heavy labor. “Nah we got it, but if you guys wanna hang later, we're gonna have some brews as a housewarming party and I think they wanna Madden tonight.” John's eyebrows raised, “I could do some Madden.” “I thought games were for kids!” Sammy teased. “They are, but football is different.” Sammy rolled his eyes and we all laughed. “We should have shit hooked u by 6ish, come by then, we'll be ordering pizza too.” “Sweet,” John said holding his fist out for a bump, “I'll see if we can score some beers to pitch in.” I bumped him back and the all turned to leave. I tried not to stare at their fucking perfect asses through their shorts, but I failed that pretty bad. “What was that? Church of Zoolander recruiting?” I shook my head as I watched them, “No, are new neighbors.” “Cool, you wanna help me with these last boxes?” I shook myself out of my fever dream and nodded, “Let's get em!” I pushed the Parker brothers out of my head for now, I needed to unpack a house first. That night they all came over and brought a 12 pack with them. We had order half a dozen pizzas and had more beer than 60 people could drink. We had set up the TV's in the main room and had them all connected so we could play some epic games. They settled in, grabbing a slice and a cold one, even Sammy. His brothers seemed ok with it so I didn't care, I could tell John was keeping one eye on his little brother. Sammy had a baggy pair of shorts on and a Captain America shirt on that hugged his frame a bit too well. John was in a Dallas jersey and a pair of jeans while Eli had a hoodie and a pair of khakis on. The three of them could not have dressed any different but they were all obvious related. It reminded me in video games where you have to pick you character, The huge one, the skinny one or the one most people choose, the one with the perfect body. John and Eli got into the tournament pretty fast while Sammy watched from the other side of the couch. His calves were huge and covered with a light dusting of blond hair. He was leaning forward to watch and I could see his tight ass through the shorts and knew instantly I wanted to fuck this kid badly. After a few games my guys were holding their pwn but it was obvious that Eli and John had played together a lot. The first game went to overtime with the Parkers pulling it out at the last second. There were groans all around and more than a few fucks and bullshit muttered. Beers were passed out again for round two and one of my guys asked if they wanted to light up. Eli and John looked at each other and then John looked back to Sammy. “No way.” “Oh come on!” Sammy cried, “It's not like I haven't before!” “I don't care, of mom finds out you got stoned with us she will kill me, like literally take a knife to my throat kill me.” “Me and my friends get blazed all the time!” he shot back. “Then get high with them.” Sammy made a face and then stomped off to the kitchen. They lit up and began to pass around the joint, I decided to follow him. He was getting another beer obviously trying to calm down when I walked in. “Hey man, that sucks,” I said. “I get high all the time!” he raged, “Fuck I do it more than them. So unfair!” “So let's go up to my room and smoke our own joint.” His face broke out into a smile, “Really?” “Yeah, fuck them, they're gonna be down here playing all night. We should be clear upstairs.” “Fuck yeah!” he said cheering, “Dude you're the best!” I walked out and told John we were gonna go play Fortnite upstairs, he didn't even look back and said, “Cool man, Sammy behave.” Sammy flipped his back off as we walked upstairs to my room. I locked the door behind us and told him to turn on my Xbox while I got the weed ready. He eagerly turned everything on while I went to my weed stash. I could have rolled us one but I had a few special joints for special occasions. This was a special occasion. I grabbed a Rompums for him, that's a joint laced with ketamine, and a normal one for me. As I sat down I handed him the Romp and lit up my normal one. He leaned in for a light and took a huge drag off of it, I could tell this kid had smoked before and assumed it was a normal joint. HE inhaled and I saw him make a face, “What's that taste?” he asked. “It has rose oil in it,” I lied, “Makes the burn smoother.” He took another drag, “Yeah, I can feel that shit.” I toked on mine and grabbed a game controller, “You ready to play?” He had the joint hanging outside of his mouth, “Fuck yeah I am.” It was only a matter of time now.

Chapter 1. God, I am a bastard. I found myself at loose ends for the first time in my life. For the past twenty years, I lived and breathed the Marines. I joined fresh out of high school at 17, and had my twenty at 37. I wasn’t really sure I was going to leave the service, but that decision was largely taken away from me when I popped positive on an HIV test. The whys and hows of my conversion are a different story, though. Do you know how limiting being positive is to a military career? The short answer is very. They do not kick you out, but they really limit what you can do. So here I was at 37, retired with half pay and a whole lot of time, and every constant from my life removed. I had a lot of money in the bank (even with the low pay, 20 years of almost no expenses adds up), full military benefits, and an honorable discharge. I was so bored. When I couldn’t stand living in my own head anymore, I decided to go back and get a college degree. Really, that is where this story begins. I decided on Civil Engineering not because of any particular interest, but because the Department of Labor showed the highest 20-year growth in that field of all the engineering fields. I applied for, and was accepted at the University of Texas at Austin. Honestly, I think I was accepted solely because of my military service, but beggars can’t be choosers. At the freshman orientation, I was very uncomfortable. Here I was at 37, 20 years older than everyone around me. At this point I really started to question my decision, but fate intervened. Call it providence, call it fate, or call it luck, but I bumped into someone just a handful of years younger than me who was going back to finish his degree. He was a nice guy who showed me around campus (he lived in Austin) and gave me the info on living in Austin. He also offered to help me get up to speed on all the math I had never taken or just completely forgot. If I had not met him, the rest of this story would not be possible. Now I should say that I had not been sexually active since my diagnosis. Being in the military so long, I had long since gotten used to suppressing my sexual needs. I just took that energy and used it to improve my body (which was already in good shape), increasing my workouts until I was in the best shape of my life. That continued until after my first semester had started. Now I suppose I should describe myself, just to keep some of you interested. I am a nicely built 6’, around 220 lb of lean muscle. My coloring is pretty average, brown hair, blue eyes, a moderate amount of hair on my chest. I am a good looking guy, not great, but not ugly by any means. I still, to this day, wear a high and tight. One of my better features though is my cock. I was blessed with a thick, veiny cock, still intact, that while not gargantuan was a very nice 7.5” long, 6” around. Not the largest by any means, but quite respectable. Now my buddy, who I will call S, really helped me out when I started. He let me stay in his house for a couple months while I got my shit together, showed me around town, and helped me come out of my shell. It turned out he was gay as well. He was pretty open about it, but it took me longer to open up. 37 years in the closet will do that to you. He also convinced me to join some student organizations, just to round out my college experience. I am glad I found him, because I don’t think I could have made it without him. The first time it happened, I really felt ashamed of myself. I found myself at the Gregory Gym getting a late-night workout in after study tables when I caught a kid checking me out. I say kid, but he was probably around 20, but he just seemed so young to me. As I went through my routine, he kept looking up until I left the workout area. I headed in, showered quickly (a habit from the Marines I have since broken), and then headed to the steam room to relax. It is in the steam room it happened. I hadn’t been in there 5 minutes when the kid walks in. He was a handsome man with reddish blond hair, not built but not fat, with a smattering of chest hair and a trimmed goatee. He smiled at me and nodded, and I just nodded back. His next actions surprised me, though. After sitting for a few minutes, he started rubbing himself though his towel. Now at this point, I hadn’t had sex with anyone in over a year, so I went from limp to painfully erect in seconds. The lack of blood to my brain probably led to the rest of the nights actions, because rather than discouraging his behavior, as I should have, I started rubbing myself through my shorts. That was all it took. The next thing I know, he is exposed and stroking a hard, cut 6 incher. I followed suit, and before I knew it he was sucking me down his throat. At this point, what little rational thought I had left, and that leaving changed my life and probably his forever. I don’t know what came over me, but next thing I know I am standing behind him, one arm around his chest, the other around his cock, with my cock leaking a river of precum into the cleft of his ass. After a minute or two of this treatment, He was writhing and moaning, which only made me leak that much faster. Then he said three little words that would certainly change his life: "Please fuck me." I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to. I was so horned up, my only thought was getting off. I lubed him up with spit and precum and worked my cock into his bare ass. It was pure bliss. After giving him a minute or two of gentle fucking, I started to really pound into him. For over a year I had denied myself this, and I just couldn’t help myself. He had one hand braced against the wall, one hand stroking his dick, and was backing into me as if he just couldn’t get enough. His downfall, however, was when he came. I could feel his already tight ass clamp down on my cock and I quickly followed him over the edge. It felt like I shot a gallon of cum in his ass in what was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I kept myself in there for a couple of minutes while I recovered; only pulling out when he started stepping away. When I pulled out, a fat wad of cum followed, splatting on the floor and it was then my senses returned to me. I had just fucked him bare, came in his ass, and I was positive. It was quite distressing to me, and I quickly left the gym feeling enormously guilty. The part I felt worst about though was how much I enjoyed it. I liked the thought of my cum filling his ass, of him going back to his dorm or apartment and sleeping with a piece of me in him. I shouldn’t like it, I should be disgusted with it, but god help me I did. That is how it began.

PART 1 Wayne had saved me from mental blow out because of my divorce. He went well beyond his job as my boss. He was single and as far as I knew had never become involved in an underling’s private life as he did mine. He got me out of my sullen and angry mood. He got to be a very good friend who just happened to be my boss. I trusted him totally. I now believe and understand that Wayne did what he did for selfish reasons which were unclear over the months that he spent working on me. First, he didn’t want to have to fire an excellent employee such as I was. I was always at work early and left late. I wasn’t a brown noser; I believed in committing totally to my employer. Second, Wayne had decided to move my life in a different direction after my divorce. He told me later that it was seemingly small innocuous remarks that I made that made up his mind. So, that’s a digest version of background about how I got started on my metamorphosis. But, when the real change took place was just over a year later. There was a national holiday on Monday. Late on Thursday, Wayne called a total staff meeting. We crowded into the multipurpose room. Wayne rushed in at the last minute and told everyone that they had exactly fifteen minutes to re-record their voice mail to reflect the office was closed as of today and would re-open on Tuesday. He then shouted for everyone to scatter and get the hell out. That was typical Wayne. Always giving his staff such super presents. Of course, he stopped by my office and told me that the two of us were going out to drink the night away. And, we did. I ended up crashing at his condo waking up at ten o’clock in his spare bedroom to a hangover. Wayne seemed to be fine. He fixed me an old family recipe to recoup my steadiness. It was nasty. I still had some residual feeling which wouldn’t do. Wayne fixed a second brew for me and with much protest I drank it. This stuff was so nasty tasting. And, the worst side effect was that I ended up with diarrhoea. Something that I found out later was that Wayne had given me a preparation used for people who are going to get a colonoscopy. This was only the beginning of my new experiences and life. Wayne insisted I stay with him until I felt better. He refused to let me leave. So, stay I did and gradually began to feel better. About four, Wayne said he had a surprise for me. He had planned an excellent easy night for us, but he wanted to be sure that I was ready. He told me that he had a vitamin supplement shot that worked wonders for him and thought it would help me now. I consented and watched as he got his supplement and prepared for injecting me. I was in awe with the process. He carefully mixed the white powder with sterile water and made sure it was dissolved. Then, he wrapped a tourniquet around my arm, inserted the point, and plunged. When he had finished the plunge, Wayne released the tourniquet. BAM! A tsunami of warmth and a rush sped through my body. I know my eyes popped out. I coughed about a half dozen times. My head spun. My heart beat wildly. Wayne helped me to get to the guest bed where I lay down. I felt as if I could leap the tallest building and run a marathon. I forgot all about my hangover and diarrhoea. This was when Wayne began talking to me about our evening. He told me that he was taking me to a very special place tonight where I would be very popular if not the star attraction for the night. He would tell me that he knew I wanted to go with him and to do whatever he told me to do. Then, he would ask me if I wanted to go with him and do as he said to do. I said that I would go and follow his directions. Over and over and over Wayne kept up this line of telling me and then asking me. I didn’t realize the significance of the repetition. He finally told me that I had to convince him that I was serious. To convince him, I had to beg him to let me go with him. At first, I didn’t. Then, I began half-heartedly begging soon upping the ante I began begging him almost to a hysterical level. Wayne then began the same process of moulding my mind into taking his vitamin supplement. Without hesitation, I agreed eventually. Wayne stood in front of me as I lay on the bed. He smiled as he calmed me. Then, he reached up and pulled his wife beater over his head tossing it behind him. He unsnapped his shorts and slid the zipper down on his shorts. He slid his shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them straightening up when he finished. His actions were so surreal. I saw Wayne clearly but my fog-bound brain didn’t quite process what was happening. Here was my boss totally naked in front of me. I saw his 6-foot 4-inch body that was covered with dark hair everywhere. The two dark pink areolae peeked out of the thick dark nest of hair. He probably weighed 200 pounds but not an ounce of fat on him. He was muscled but not overly done. My eyes finally lowered down and saw his immense uncut cock gently wavering in front of him. There was a huge wetness seeping out of his foreskin. I stared at his cock as if hypnotized. Minutes passed as I stared at his cock as it continued to gently sway and began to grow thicker and reach itself outward and upward. There was a huge vein that travelled down the top of his cock. I was spell bound by the size. Larger and larger his cock grew stretching the foreskin and peeling it backwards allowing the seeping pre-cum to more freely ooze out of his piss slit. My body began to move up from the bed. I stood on the floor making sure to steady myself. My hands reached down grasping my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I dropped it on the floor. I then removed my shorts as Wayne had done. Now, I stood totally naked as Wayne. I looked at him and then back down at his bloated cock. I knelt on the floor and stared at the fat cock in front of me. My hand reached out and gently grasped his cock. It felt like fire. I stared at it as pre-cum flowed easily out of his piss slit. It formed a huge globule at the tip. My head moved forward to closely look at the slit. As I neared this behemoth, my mouth opened swallowing with difficulty the head of Wayne’s warm cock. I’ve always been straight. I’ve never had a thought of being gay. Never. But, here I was now with another man’s cock in my mouth. I had not been coerced or threatened into doing this. I had done it on my own and without encouragement. I suckled the cock in my mouth and began licking and swallowing the pre-cum. More and more I moved Wayne’s cock deeper into my mouth where I learned how to worship such a gift. As much as I tried, I never succeeded in getting the entire 9 ½ inches in my mouth. I settled on taking as much as I could and began exploring this new sensation. Wayne let me feast on his cock and pre-cum for a very long time. He at long last put his hands on either side of my head and began to slowly face fuck me. As much as I had enjoyed sucking Wayne’s cock, I found that I also enjoyed him face fucking me. He was good at doing it. I looked upward into his face that looked down at me. He smiled. I moaned a long signal of pleasure and contentment. I suddenly realized at the end of my moan that I was enjoying myself immensely. I reached for my cock finding it shrivelled to almost nothing and no matter what I did it refused to get hard. I returned my focus to Wayne’s cock. I feasted more on Wayne’s cock as he face fucked me. There was no hurry in what he did. I let him feed me as I tasted his nectar now draining into my mouth in abundance. Then, without a warning, Wayne stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. I tried to protest, but Wayne was firm. He told me to follow him. We walked to his bed room. He threw all the covers off the bed. He told me to lay on the bed on my back and at the edge. I did so. He grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs up. He told me to grab them and hold them. I did. Wayne then opened a drawer on his nightstand and took out a medium-size looking syringe that didn’t have a point. He gently coaxed the full length of it inside my ass. “I’m going to inject you with some lube. You’re going to enjoy this almost as much as I am,” Wayne said as he began to fill my ass with lube. I felt the container gently easing out of my ass. Wayne looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back not knowing what was going to happen. I just knew in my muddled mind I believed Wayne when he told me that I was going to enjoy myself. Wayne set the empty syringe on the nightstand. He reached up grabbing my right leg with his left hand. He moved his cock with his right hand so that his gooey piss slit was pressing against my ass hole. He pressed in to secure his position as his right hand now grabbed my left leg. He looked down at my face and smiled whereupon I smiled back at him. “It’s show time,” Wayne quietly said grasping my legs with a vise-like grip. In three fast and swift strokes, he plunged his hard cock balls deep inside my ass which now raged on fire. My eyes bugged out as a huge gasp of air was sucked into my lungs. My body tensed from the shock of the entry of his massive cock. My sphincter was ripped open as was my lining. Wayne held my legs as I began to struggle to get away from him letting loose a primal scream of agony at which Wayne shoved a pillow over my face. The intolerable pain sped through my body like lightning firing off every nerve ending. He held his fully buried engorged pipe in my ass for a couple of minutes but what seemed like hours until at some point he slowly began to pull his staff of manhood out of my ass easing my pain sort of. I took the time to inhale great quantities of air while I whined and yelped. Then, as the head of his colossus reached my sphincter, he stopped and began slowly edging his powerful shaft back inside me. Pain returned again but not as badly as the first time. The pain was different in many ways, and I coped with this new entry. My head thrashed back and forth as once more Wayne began to fill me. I could sense every inch that invaded me. I reached up and grabbed onto his forearms holding them tightly for some unspoken assurance. My whines morphed into whimpers. I turned to face him when I felt his crotch hair began to mash into my ass cheek. Five more times Wayne slowly withdrew his leviathan from my ass and returned it fully inside me. Each time my whimpering lessened. On the fifth inward stroke, my eyes rolled backward into my head as I moaned the pleasure that I felt. “Look at me,” Wayne commanded which I did. “Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fill your ass with my cock. Beg me to fuck your no longer virgin ass and fill you with my cum load. BEG ME TO MAKE YOU CRAVE CUM FROM ANY COCK!” My head was spinning as I heard his commands. Several minutes later I began to beg without any spirit. Wayne and I looked at each other knowing that my words meant nothing. I continued to beg as Wayne slowly eased his mammoth cock in and out of my ass which burned less and had no pain. The more I felt his cock now gliding in and out of my hole the hungrier I became to feel his blockbuster causing my words to become sincerer and then desperately earnest. I felt the power of Wayne’s major leaguer going in and out of my ass demanding my attention and obedience. Wayne began a faster pace of in and out of my ass. As I looked at him through my drug-glazed eyes, my body began screaming for more. His vitamin supplement now ordered me to join in this race to the finish. I gripped Wayne’s forearm now tighter as he began to shake and jar my body with each inward slam. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Give me your cock deeper,” I heard come out of my mouth. “Fuck me harder! Make my ass yours! Shove that cock deep in me! Please, fuck me harder! I NEED YOUR CUM IN ME! FUCK ME, WAYNE, FUCK ME!” My teeth were rattling from how hard Wayne was now drilling me. The pain was different this time: It was all beautiful, and I couldn’t hurt enough. The sound of Wayne’s body slapping into mine filled my ears as did the sloshing sound that he had created from this memorable fuck. Sweat dripped off him now and onto me. I loved the feeling and knew I had to have more. My throat let loose a guttural moan from my primeval ancestors, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Wayne shoved his blood engorged gargantuan fuck stick deep in my ass unleashing a torrent of cum that raced through his urethra flooding my ass. My senses were so acute and on high alert that I actually felt at the moment that I could taste his gooey deposit. I felt his cock throbbing again and again and again as more of his slippery swimmers gushed into my ass spreading themselves out and coating everything in sight. Wayne was holding me so tight now it almost hurt . . . and I didn’t want him to let go. But, in the end, we both finally began to edge down from our high. Never had I ever experienced such a feeling. I knew I wanted more; I had to have more. Even if it meant I had to beg to get it. Wayne relaxed his grip on me letting my legs lower down as he pulled his now spongy and near deflated cum delivery pipe from my ass. I set my legs down on the floor as he took a step back. He motioned me to scoot up onto the bed, then, to flip over. I obeyed. He climbed up on the bed with me pushing his breeding stick back into my ass and laid on top of me settling himself. The night had just begun. What a boss.

When i was younger my friend's father whored me out to groups of men. After one time he looked at me lying naked on a cum stained mattress and asked me why i liked it so much. My response was to grab his bare cock and roll over, exposing my ass and i told him that dick belonged in my ass. Ever since i'vd known i was just a hole to be used by men to nut in and relieve their stress. Any other bottoms feel this way? Tops, what do you think when a bottom asks to be used like that?

I've been a top all my life, and always enjoyed unloading in a white ass.. Also, loved seeing a white boy take a BBC at the vid store. But lately, no action for me, and getting a little depressed. And reading all these tales on here, making me horny and craving a load in my ass Toxic loaded stories, making me cum reading them... so last weekend, I set out to the xxx store.. heard it is open again, and that they are letting Black guys come for free ( some homeless that are basically living there when they need to) When I get there, it's after midnight, and after a quick walk thru - i notice the rooms are indeed full of Black guys - at least ten of them there.. mostly older, some slim, some muscular, some on the heavy side. I make some eye contact with some and head to the back room, where there is a couch and porn playing. The room is well lit, which I like because I like to see what's going on. As i enter the room, i turn and two Black men are already standing at the doorway to block my path if I planned to turn around and leave. I had no intention of that. Instead, I took off my sneakers, dropped my shorts and took off my shirt . Totally naked i sat down on the couch and waved them towards me. I started sucking their cocks, back and forth. One maybe 45 years old, around 6 foot, 220 pounds and a thick uncut dark piece of meat. The other guy, maybe 6 foot 3, 175, slim but muscular, with a long 9 inch uncut cock. As I sucked, one of them would occasionally smack my face, and both got a little verbal, calling me names. I noticed three others near the entrance of the room , all stroking their cocks. They moved into the room, to get a better view, and also to offer me their meat. Now I had five Black cocks, I was sucking.. Licking their balls, and even an occasional ass hole. Whatever they wanted I was willing to do. Finally one of them took me and bent me over the couch, First licking my ass, and then forcefully fingering my hole. I started to tell him to go easy, but then i stopped. Let him use my ass any way he wanted. As he worked my ass over with his finger, another Black guy stuck his cock in my mouth. so now I had action at both ends. It wasn't easy sucking that cock as the other guy worked over my ass but i did my best. As he started to push his thick cock into my ass, it got even more difficult. Tight as I was, he managed to slowly push it thru and fuck my ass. Other guys eagerly cheered him on. Telling him to breed my white faggot ass. Then I heard the guy fucking me say out loud, You gonna take this dirty poz dick cum aint you white boy... and all i could say was yes sir give it to me. thats what i came here for He unloaded his toxic load deep in my gut and pushed his cock in as deep as it could go . He rested a few and then pulled out... i wanted to reach around and feel his cum dripping out of my ass, but didn't have time as another Black guy took his place. I glanced around to see a younger Black guy, totally wasted ,skinny and sickly looking. He pushed his cock in hard and leaned in to my face and pulled my face back to him and kissed me deeply as he fucked my hole.. Breed me i told him.. I want your dirty load I told him.. You want it, you gonna get it he said back to me and then unloaded inside me.. Now probably two toxic loads deep in my gut and I wanted more.. Thank god the evening was still young.....

I would "like" this post, but I can't yet. LOL But I do agree with you, especially being new to a forum and just learning your way around, I tend to read and take in things first before responding. So here's to my first response and to future "likes" on posts when I can! 😃

Sorry for the repost...just got logged back into my original account due to new phone. Have asked the admins/moderators to delete the other post. Wednesday night got a motel room with outside access. Wearing a black Andrew Christian jock strap I posted on Grindr and BBRT "anon ass up face down with blindfold". 1st load was from a 24yr old, athletic build black guy. He was in a hurry that resulted in a pump and dump. 2nd load was from an 18yr old white guy that has fucked me 4-5 times now all anon only have seen a dick pic of him. Nice thick dick that I could feel it swell up as he unloaded inside me. 3rd load was from another regular 35yr old athletic black guy that has fucked me anon around 15 times. He feels so good inside and it didn't take long before he unloaded in me. Sometimes he leaves and comes back to dump a second load, but not this time. Said in messages he can't get enough of my ass. 4th load came from a 44 yr old black guy avg build. Nice thick cock that pounded me good before unloading inside. 5th load came from came from a 33yr old black guy. Nice fairly thick dick that pounded me from the edge of the bed and bred me with a nice load. Within 10 mins after he bred me got hit up by a 20 yr old black guy, athletic/muscular build and arranged for him to come fuck me. Also got hit up by a 31 yr old black guy also athletic/muscular build that has fucked me before. Both agreed to tag team me. 20 yr old got there first and started to fuck me. Within 5 mins the 31 yr old walked in and watched me getting fucked. I motioned for him to come over and started sucking his dick while getting fucked from behind. The two switched up a couple times fucking me. They kept talking about how my hole was full of cum. The 20 yr old came inside me first. The 31 yr old started fucking me and did so for a while also talking about how full of cum my hole was and eventually bred me. That was loads 6 & 7. Damn I was spent! I think guy #4 didn't mark my ass with the marker because I only had 6 load marks at the end of the night. The next morning took one load from a discrete masculine athlete with no age on profile. Athletic/muscular build from what I could feel behind me. He pounded me for a while until eventually unloaded inside me. Never saw a face pic of any of the guys only dick pics.

Yes, you can have anal orgasm without cumming as well as cock orgasm where you do cum. The pleasure is amazing and it keeps generating because the cock, toy or hand causing it to happen is continuing to pummel away, hitting the trigger spot(s) over and over. The rush of dopamine created from it puts us into a state of intense ecstasy that can go on for a good while.

The attack is continuing. I've deleted another ~300 new registrations (apologies to the few new members who were legit who got deleted). I've also deleted over 16,000 private messages that were from users who've been deleted. Most of those will be spam messages. Also – "new members" are no longer allowed to send any messages. Hopefully the spammers will realize it's now pointless to join. But I expect the next thing they'll do is try to do spam posts in the forum hoping to get to the next level of membership where they can send messages – though that will NOT get them to the next level of membership. Please continue to report any spam you see.

Bars closed? Meet your match where the men are: the mensroom

My upstairs neighbor is poz and asked me to open his rosebud. He got stealthed last winter and just started meds. He's a hot bottom with a monster dick and wants to do sex with me. And here I sit, flirting with the idea that I can open his prolapse in exchange for a poz load. God damn, what is wrong with me??? I think this is a source of trauma for him, so maybe I better not tell him what I am.

Just let me put the tip in

What more needs to be said . . . other than "Author, Author . . . more please . . . and with most humble gratitude, I say THANK YOU!!!"

Part Seven When we walked into Josh's room he was naked on his bed, legs spread. He was stroking his cock with some lube and the look of hunger on his face was palpable. Sammy wasted no time and walked over to the bed. He climbed up and straddled Josh's chest, his cock right in lacrosse stud's face. “Get me ready,” Sammy demanded. I was so turned on. Josh opened his mouth and Sammy pushed his cock into willing mouth. I watched Sammy's smooth as clench as he fed the old boy his enormous cock. Josh's hand gripped the two, hard mounds of muscle and forced as much of the swollen member into him as he could. I was about to say something when Sammy grabbed Josh's hair and ordered, “Use more tongue.” Josh actually moaned around the cock as he complied to the younger boys wishes. I wasn't sure who was getting off on this more, Josh for finding a younger, horse cock jock to fuck him or Sammy, having a fucking lacrosse jock worshiping him. Or me knowing I owned them both. I saw Sammy lean in and heard Josh start to gag as I watched my blond little baseball boy face fuck my best fiend. I stared to strip, knowing there was no way I could just watch this. Sammy pulled his cock out of Josh's mouth and barked, “Lick my balls, get on em!” Josh lapped at Sammy's smooth balls like a dog to peanut butter. I remember sucking on them myself and knew Josh was in for a good time. I sat down on the chair and started stroking myself watching Sammy go at it. “Lower,” he ordered Josh, moving up, making Josh go under his balls. Josh moved under Sammy and started shoving his tongue up Sammy's tight little hole. Sammy groaned as he relished the feeling of a guy four years older than him debasing himself by licking a high school jock's hole. He was in heaven. “Stop,” Sammy gasped, moving back, “Stop!” he snapped, pushing Josh back down. He sat there, breathing heavy on the bed as his cock dripped. “Lay down,” Sammy said with a deep voice, full of lust. Josh laid back and Sammy grabbed Josh's muscular legs and moved between them. “I have lube...” Josh said quickly. Sammy looked at him with a grin that came straight from hell, “You should have used more spit.” And shoved his cock into him. Josh let out a wail as Sammy sank nine inches of Texas made beef into his lacrosse ass. Josh held on for dear life as Sammy slammed his cock into him in one shot. Josh's head fell back as the air was knocked out of him. I fully expected Sammy to just start piledriving him but instead he just stood still, letting Josh adjust. It was an impressive move considering when I was his age I would have just humped as hard as I could. But he was learning, this wasn't just about sex. It was about power. “You feel that?” Sammy asked him and Josh nodded, trying to focus past the pain, “That's a real cock, not these little twigs everyone else has, that is a Parker cock.” To make his point he pulled back and inch and slammed his hips forward. Josh cried out in pain and in pleasure. “Tell me to fuck you.” Josh had a hand up against Sammy's hard abs, trying to gain a few seconds, “I want it sir....please...please go slow.” The smile on Sammy's face when he called him sir was priceless. Sammy slowly gyrated into Josh, making the older jock moan under him like a cat in heat. “You like the cock?” “Yes sir...oh god....yes....” I had to admit, Josh never begged me like that. But then again I didn't have Sammy's cock. Josh's cries became louder and louder as Sammy picked up speed and really started to fuck him. I marveled the way to the boy manhandled Josh, bringing Josh's legs to his shoulders and leaning down, fucking him hard. I almost came when Josh tried to jerk himself off and Sammy slapped his hand away. “You cum when I tell you too!” My boy had become a man. There was a wet squelch as Sammy pulled out, “Get on all fours.” Josh scrambled over, his eager ass pointed skyward in seconds. Sammy placed his cockhead to Josh's hole and sneered, “Fuck yourself.” I hadn't taught him that one! Josh whimpered as he pushed back onto Sammy's huge cock, the teen standing completely still, making the older boy do all the work. Once bottomed out Josh stayed still, allowing his ass to adjust to the monster and then slowly started to pump back and forth, fucking himself as Sammy had ordered. “Faster,” Sammy cried out and Josh complied instantly. I couldn't just watch any more. I got out of the chair and came behind Sammy, prying his cheeks apart to find his little rosebud. “Hey, what are you...ugghhhh.” Sammy said as I speared my tongue into his asshole. I savagely tongue fucked the kid as Josh kept slamming himself onto his cock. Once I was sure his was prepped I came behind Sammy and pushed him forward, which caused Josh to lean forward. “Stop moving,” I ordered Josh, who froze, unsure what was going on. Now it was turn to push into Sammy in one go. His head flew back as I entered him, his tight little ass struggling to accept me. Once my pubes hit that perfect ass I grabbed Josh's hips and readied myself. I pulled back and began to fuck Sammy, which then caused him to fuck Josh, and before too long both of them were groaning and begging for more. “You feel that?” I said as Sammy took my cock, “I'm fucking both of you, you're both my bitches....right?” “Oh god...” Sammy exhaled as Josh just groaned, completely flat on the bed, unable to resist the fucking anymore. Sammy fell down to his knees as I pushed harder and harder. I'd fucked him before but this was different. This wasn't about bending him or getting him to admit something. This was me breaking him, getting him to understand no matter how big he thought he was, I was still on top. “Oh...oh....” was all Sammy could say as I fucked him fast, making him plow into Josh with the same ferocity. “Mine, got it...you're both mine...” “I'm yours!!” Sammy cried as I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, “I'm all yours...” “Fuck yeah you are.” “I...I'm close...” Josh said on the bottom. “So am I,” Sammy admitted. “Both my bitches want to cum?” “Please sir...” Josh whined followed by Sammy...”Please make me cum...” I pulled out to my head and then just full length fucked his kid as hard as I could. He squealed as he felt what an actual savage fuck felt like. Josh;s cries grew louder and louder until he began to shudder under us. “His ass....gripping my cock....” Sammy cried out as his own ass clenched my cock and he began to cum. “Fill that cunt up with your babies,” I said in Sam's ear as he shot load after load up Josh's jock ass. Sam was shaking as I felt my own cock respond to his orgasm and began to pulse. “Breeding your ass...” I said through clenched teeth and unloaded into him. The three of us just moaned as we all came again and again...finally collapsing into a pile of sweaty jocks, all spent from sex. Josh rolled out from under Sammy as Sammy turned to face me, his face dripping in perspiration. He leaned in to kiss me and I responded, normally I wasn't this expressive with guys but something about this kid made me fucking melt. “So....you like that?” I asked him. He nodded with a huge smile, “Fuck yeah...” “So, you think you wanna dominate some more?” “Hell yeah!” he said eagerly. “You wanna dominate your brothers?” His eyes flashed and I could see the hunger in his face, “Yes.” “Ok then....tell me about Eli.” “What do you want to know?” I gave him an evil grin, “Everything.”

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

9. Penetration "Please, Daddy. Fuck me," James moaned. He exhaled the rest of his hit; there was still enough to leave a dense cloud. "Fuck me." "You're sure, boy," Tim said. He kissed the boy again, but also reached back and grabbed James's ass. The boy gasped, but it wasn't long before he pressed back against Tim's hands. "Yeah," James moaned. The crystal was now washing over his brain. "It doesn't matter. I need you, Daddy. I need you cock." "Of course, boy. You were always going to get Daddy's dick. That was never in doubt. But first, give it a bit more love." Tim let go of James's ass. He only had to put one hand on the back of James's head before the young slut got the hint. James leaned in, and quickly swallowed the full length of his dick. "Fuck boy. You're a good cocksucker." He turned to Fabien and the camera. "All the way down. Just like that. That's a professional cocksucker for you." He let go of James's head, and grabbed the pipe again. He did a long hit, enjoying how this was about nothing other than pleasure: getting his dick sucked, as he sucked down from the glass pipe. As his lungs filled, he moaned in pleasure. He passed the smoking pipe to Fabien, who savored the thick clouds. "Fuck," Fabien said. "I'm wasted now." "Right on," Tim said. "You had the pleasure?" he asked, motioning to James, who was right then choking on Tim's cock. Tim put his hands on the back of James's head, holding him in place. "Just relax," he said. "Just learn how to breathe from my cock. It has everything you need." He turned back to Fabien. "You?" "Yeah. Just a bit. He can take a lot." "Crazy, I know. He's barely been doing this, right? Thought you were a straight man, didn't you?" James nodded, his throat still filled with Tim's thick shaft. He remembered how intense it had been the night before, when Tim thrust deep into his throat. But it had been exciting. His cock had been hard the entire time. But it hadn't been the same when Conrad had fucked his throat. Conrad had forced his way into James's throat, and did not care about collateral damage. James's throat was still sore from Conrad and his friends. Still, James knew it that Tim's pleasure was important. "That's it boy. Just relax and enjoy it." Tim turned back to Fabien. "You said he had a lot of cum in him?" "Yeah. Took like six swabs to wipe him up." Fabien said. Tim suddenly got interested. "Swabs? You did a rape kit on him?" "Yeah. But Dr. T said to bin it." James went back down on Tim's cock. He knew they were talking about him, but with the drugs and struggling not to gag, it was hard to pay attention. Whatever they were discussing about him, it made Tim's dick drip pre-cum. James lapped it all up. "He's definitely sexually active," Tim said. "Getting dick from everywhere." "No kidding. I don't even think he knows how many guys have been inside him." "No sense in that. Never get the right match." He turned back to James, and rubbed his hand through the man's hair. "All the way down boy. You know how Daddy likes it." Tim gave James a push, helping him get the last bit into his throat. Tim was rewarded by the sudden gagging of the boy. "Fuck YEAH boy!" Tim grunted, loving the deep-throat massage he was getting. But he also knew James's limits. It wasn't yet time to push them. That would come soon enough. "Breathe boy," Tim said, releasing his hold on James's head. "We're just getting started." Tim grabbed a pillow, and leaned back as James continued to worship his dick. "He's loving that," Fabien said. The black man was still filming; Tim knew this was going to be a great scene. "Me too," Tim said. He continued to moan and grunt as James worked over his cock. On the screen, the timer slowly counted up: first a minute of cocksucking, then five minutes, and ten. It was nearly fifteen minutes of interrupted cocksucking before Tim finally gave the boy a break. "I think something to drink, boy," he said. He went to the door, and pulled a hip flask from the pocket of his jacket. From another he got a glass eyedropper. "Come here, boy," Tim said. James started to get up. "No," Tim said. "You can crawl on your knees." James barely protested, as he crawled over to Tim's side in the kitchenette. There were only four mis-matched glasses. "How much G you want," he asked Fabien. "Fuck yeah," Fabien said. "Let's go 1.2" "Right on. I'm giving the boy the same." "And you?" "1.5," Tim said. He quickly measured out all three doses. Luckily there was some juice in the fridge. "Join us," he said to Fabien. He stepped across the room, as Tim gave the glass to James. "Drink up," he told James. James downed the glass quickly, smiling at Fabien and the camera. "What was that?" "He doesn't even know what he took?" Fabien asked. "It's ok," Tim said. "He's just high." Tim handed Fabien the glass of G, and took the phone from him. "Cheers," he said, as the two men clinked glasses and downed the GHB. Tim turned to James. "Suck on Fabien's cock," he told the young man. The boy turned to Fabien, opened his mouth, and swallowed the fat black head. "All the way down, boy," Tim said. "Make him feel like a man." James forced himself to swallow more of the shaft. He choked briefly when Fabien's dickhead pressed against the back of his throat. He was going to ask for a break, but then Tim spoke. He had knelt down to get a better angle, and he was unexpectedly close. "All the way down. Make Daddy proud of you, boy." James gulped, and with an intense pop of pain, Fabien's dickhead pressed into his throat. Each small movement was painful as the black man's fat cock stretched out his throat. "Arrrrrrrrr," he managed to grunt, as he struggled to take all of the dick. It had been like that when Conrad had throat-fucked him; his throat was rebelling against the thick dick. "It's going to be ok, boy," Tim reassured the boy. "It's going to feel great any moment now." "It already feels amazing," Fabien moaned, thrusting another inch of dick into James's throat. "You see," Tim said. "It's feeling good already. You can feel how hard you've gotten Fabien." James's eyes were wide and panicked. He could only think of Conrad. Conrad had made him gag on his cock. James's discomfort had only made him harder. "I get off when you choke on my dick," Conrad had whispered to James. He lived around the corner. It would only be a matter of time before James saw him again. He didn't want to see Conrad ever again. He didn't want to be reminded of the night. "And you choke so well," Conrad had continued and someone's hand had wrapped around his throat, ensuring he couldn't breathe. "Come back here, boy," Tim said, pushing James's head down on Fabien's cock. "Stay with me. It's all good." It was a good reminder that he wasn't with Conrad any more. He could say no, and it wouldn't be a problem. These men would stop and give him a chance to recover. "Fuck, this is amazing," Fabien said. "Glad I came home with you. I'm gonna come over a lot." "That's what this throat is here for," Tim said. "Here to help you get off." "I don't want to cum yet," Fabien said. "I want to enjoy this." "Do it," Tim said. He gave James one last push, and the last inch of Fabien's dick disappeared into the young man's mouth. James's eyes were red and wet, from the drugs, from the crying, and from the face-fucking. Tim kept on filming, recording every moment of the blow job. James was struggling to deal with the fat black cock, and it only made the movie that much hotter. Tim let the recording continue, as Fabien showed no sign of softening. Finally, after almost fifteen minutes of aggressive throat-fucking, Tim motioned for Fabien to pause. "Let's smoke a bit," he said. He turned his attention to James. "Doesn't that sound good? Smoke the glass pipe, instead of Fabien's skin pipe." "Sure," James said. He was just glad to be able to close his mouth and breathe again. He was feeling warm and comfortable. The two men were hot, and even Dr. Tiago had told him to have sex. This wasn't going to be like the night before. It was going to be sane and consensual, and the drugs just made it that much better. "It's going to be good, right?" "Of course," Tim said. He had stood back up, and was filming James from above. "Give it a kiss for me," he said. James leaned in and licked the tip of first Fabien's cock, and then Tim's. Both of them had a small bead of pre-cum at the tip, which James eagerly licked up. "He can't get enough dick, can he?" Fabien muttered, as James started to suck the black man's cock once more. "Can any cocksucker?" Tim said. He filmed for another minute before interrupting James's worship. "There's plenty more for you," he said. He gave James his hand, and pulled him up. "Let's get in bed." James winced a bit as he stood up. His knees were sore, and a bit raw from the rough carpet on which he had been kneeling. It took him a moment to find his balance, and he needed Tim's help. "Yeah, boy," Tim had said. "You're good and tweaked now. We're going to have fun." Conrad had said almost that. But he had said that he was going to have fun. Tim had included him. It wasn't scary when it was both of them. Nor would Tim let Fabien go to far. It was going to be just fine, and another hit or two from the pipe would make it even better. "Come on. Let's go," Tim said. "You're really high." James had thought Tim had just spoken. But maybe it had been a few minutes ago, although he couldn't remember what he had done. James followed Tim and Fabien back to the bed. The trip seemed to take hours, but yet, in the next moment, he was sitting on the bed. The pipe was already in his mouth, and Tim held the torch under the bowl. "Big hit for me, boy. Daddy wants you to tweaked out." James inhaled from the pipe. He could barely remember his own name, much less how much crystal he had smoked. It didn't matter. Everything felt so good while he was inhaling. There were things that were bad and wrong, but they were distant. He was surrounded by hot, hung men who only wanted to fuck him. "Keep on going," Tim encouraged him. "It can't hurt, can it?" James tried his best, but finally his lungs were full. Tim nodded at Fabien, who took the still-smoking pipe from the young man. "Hold it," Tim said. Fabien took a long draw, then passed the pipe to Tim. Not until after Tim had savored his hit did he let James exhale. As soon as James's lungs were empty, Tim pulled the boy to him, and forced James to take the blow-back. "Fuck, that's hot," Fabien muttered, taking another hit from the still-smoking pipe. He was also still filming the entire scene, capturing the two men making out, not to mention the thick crystal cloud leaking from their lungs. "So hot," he continued. Finally, Tim broke off the kiss, and let James exhale the last of the cloud. "One more for you boy, I think," he said, "Umm, Maybe..." James started, but Tim just put the pipe back into his mouth. The boy might have tried to protest, but as soon as the torch released the cloud from the crystal, James started to puff. He took his time, and filled his lungs. The three men repeated the process, each of them getting a fresh hit from the pipe, and James getting a shotgun from Tim. "Let's do one more," Fabien said, as Tim and James exhaled their hit. "I want to see how far we can go." Tim took the phone from Fabien, and trained the lens on the black man. "You first. Make it one to remember." Fabien sucked down on the pipe, filling his lungs. He paused, and held it. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, and played with his stiff cock. Tim watched the clock tick upwards on the phone, as Fabien held the hit for almost a minute. Fabien's cock was dripping pre-cum. Fabien started to exhale, but Tim stopped him. "Give it to James," Tim said. Fabien leaned into the young man, feeling James's beard brush against his skin. He pressed his lips, and exhaled. James sucked the hit down, and held it while he made out with Fabien. "Hold it boy. Daddy wants to see you tweaked." James knew he had done too much crystal. But he wanted to make Tim proud of him. He couldn't bear the thought of Tim being disappointed, and it was so much easier to hold Fabien's cloud. Finally, Tim nodded. "Fucking hot boy," he said, as James exhaled the cloud right at Tim and the phone's lens. "Let's get you hitting the pipe." Fabien handed the smoking pipe to James. Fabien held the torch as James inhaled and Tim provided encouragement. "More, boy, more" he said. "Make Daddy proud of you." It was hard for James to ignore Tim's command. He did his best, sucking down a huge cloud. By the end, his lungs were practically bursting, and he was relieved when Tim finally nodded. "That's good boy. Now hold it." Tim nodded to Fabien, who took the pipe, and promptly started another hit. Tim watched James through the camera screen. The sun was starting to go down, and the young man was bathed in golden light. If it were not for the meth-crazed expression on his face, the boy would have been almost angelic. Tim got a close up of the boy's dilated eyes. "Now, boy," he said. The boy exhaled a thick cloud. "That's what I wanted to see." "Your turn," Fabien said, and immediately leaned in to shot gun James. He took the black man's hit without thinking. Fabien swapped the pipe for the camera. "Get high," Fabien said as Tim inhaled from the bowl. Tim did his biggest hit yet, then put the pipe down by the bed. He leaned against a pillow, and spread his legs. He pointed at his erect dick, and within a few seconds, James's mouth was wrapped around Tim's shaft. "Mmmmmmmm," he moaned, careful not to loose too much of the cloud. Tim reached down and grabbed James. He pulled him up, and they pressed lips together. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fabien. He had ended up next to Tim, and had the phone trained on the two men. "Keep it up," Tim murmured, before forcing his hit into James's exhausted lungs. The cloud overflowed the young man's body, but it didn't matter. James had done far too much already. "Mmmmmm," James moaned, as Tim grabbed his body and pulled him in close. Tim's erect cock immediately found James's crack, and nestled right against his hole. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still full of Tim's tongue. It felt good to be making out. James loved being wrapped in Tim's thick arms. He felt safe and happy. He could open up around him. He didn't even mind Fabien recording them. It was all so fun and enjoyable. James tried to breathe, but one of Tim's hands was already on the back of his head, holding it in place. "Nuh-uh," Tim said, still keeping his control over the boy's breaths. James started to get scared. He could feel his lungs burning, needing fresh air and not the thick tina. He tried to force his way to a breath, but once more, Tim anticipated his moves, and blocked them. "Hold it," Fabien muttered. James closed his eyes. It was easier to think without seeing anything, but even then, it was hard to concentrate. He knew he was supposed to be scared, but then he thought about the warm dickhead pressed against his ass. He was simultaneously struggling to get away from Tim's choking hold, and press himself up against Tim's thobbing dick. "Fuck, that's hot," Fabien continued. He was filming one-handed; the other hand was busy stroking his cock. "That's a good boy," Tim said, finally letting the boy breathe. "Fucking hot tweaker slut boy," Tim said, rubbing his dick against James's asshole. He rolled the boy over onto his back, and knelt down between the boy's legs. Like magic, he produced a small tub of lube, and rubbed a bit on James's ass. The thick cream melted into James's tender hole. James hadn't realized how dry and empty he had felt. Tiago had cleaned out every drop of semen from his hole, and the lubricant was a welcome replacement. Tim worked a finger into his ass, pushing the lubricant deeper into the boy. "Mmmmmm," James moaned in pleasure. He hadn't realized how empty he had been until Tim pushed his finger in. The thick lubricant soothed his sore hole. As Tim worked more lube into his hole, James held his hole grow wet, hot, and hungry. He needed a cock inside him, and it was hard to control his desire. "Please. Fuck me Daddy," he moaned. "I know, boy. I know how hungry you are. How much you need." He pushed another wad of lubricant into James's hole. "You're going to get more than you ever wanted." The white cream felt hot, almost burning James's hole. But far from hurting, it only exacerbated James's hunger. He needed dick. "Give it to him," Fabien muttered. His dick was hard, and he wanted to see Tim open up the boy. He wanted to see his own dick disappear into otter-boy, but knew that it would be better for Tim to prepare James. "I want to see you fuck him," he continued, getting a close-up of two of Tim's fingers disappearing into the boy's hairy hole. "That's good," Tim said. "You're wet now. Just right." He pulled his fingers out, and rubbed a bit of the lube onto his dick, working a dab into his piss slit. "Mmmmm," he said, enjoying the gentle burn of the crystal. "We're fucked up now." "Time to fuck him over," Fabien said. "Best thing to do with a tweaker boy," Tim said. He lined his cock up with James's hole. "You ready?" he asked James. "Please, Daddy," James replied. Tim responded by grabbed Jame's legs, spreading them further apart and exposing even more of James's hole. "Please fuck me." "As you wish, boy," Tim said, and pushed his dick into James's hole. James had thought he was ready for Tim's dick. But the pain was immediate and intense. Tim's cock was sharp steel, hard diamond, and burning fire. "Fuuuck," James yelped, and tried to push Tim away. It had been Conrad. He had forced himself into James. It had hurt and he had just fucked him all the same. "Please, Daddy." "Of course boy," Tim said. He held still, and James had a brief moment of clarity. "But," he continued. He pushed another inch into the boy, and James's head exploded in sharp, fierce pain. "My boy's hole feels so good." James could barely breathe. All he could think of was Conrad. Conrad had put raped him. He had fucked him when he had begged him to stop. All James could imagine was that it would always be like that. It was always going to hurt. Nor was it up to him. He was only here to please men, no matter that it was driving him insane. "Please Daddy," James whimpered. He was starting to cry again, even has his heart was racing in a full-blown panic attack. "I can't do this right now. It hurts. And I don't want to remember. Please. Just a break." "Last night. When you were raped," Tim said. He smiled when he said the word, and James heart beat even faster. "When you were taking all those stranger dicks." James nodded. He didn't even know how many men had penetrated him. "You didn't tell them no, did you?" James shook his head no. He had been tied down and gagged, and had been helpless to stop the attack. "And now you're being a prissy bitch about taking Daddy's dick," Tim said. "I...I...I was tied up. I didn't have a choice." "Just because you're not tied up doesn't mean you have a choice," Tim said. He spat a thick glob of saliva all over James's face.

Part 4 I smoked another couple of bowls with TJ before I kicked him out, making sure he was good and spun. This would almost guarantee he'd be back for more. And sure enough, by three o'clock the next afternoon, he was outside my door jonesing for more. He looked disheveled and skanky, which only made me want him more! I let him in and his body odor hit me like a truck. He explained he hadn't gone home because his roommates don't approve of tweaking and that he had spent all night and day wandering the streets. I almost felt bad for my dirty little skater boy, but my cock was stirring in my shorts as I pictured this piece of street trash searching desperately for a fix and coming back to me. I let TJ take a nice, hot shower as I tossed his rank clothes in the wash. I was reclining on the sofa when he came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his boney hips, his dirty blond hair still dripping. His eyes lit up as he noticed the pipe packed full of the magic crystals. I motioned for him to sit next to me. I took a big hit, exhaling a nice big cloud. I handed it to TJ and enjoyed the sight of the trashy naked teen rolling the bowl and inhaling a nice, big hit. He collapsed back onto the couch with that certain look on his face. The look of someone who was coming down hard and had just taken the edge off. I smiled because I knew he was going to be so easy to get addicted. He took another hit before he handed it back to me, the greedy bitch. We passed the pipe back and forth until TJ had taken 6 big hits and I had taken 4. Then I set the pipe aside as I reached for the mirror and dumped a huge load of Tina on it. Then I took a razor blade and chopped at it until I had 4 nice big lines. I snorted 2 of them, then put the mirror back on the table. A look of crushing disappointment crossed TJ's face. "I don't get the other 2?" He brazenly asked. I looked a him for a minute before I started. "So, TJ , I've been fixing you up with some primo shit for a while now, and I've asked for very little in return." He just looked at me with his saucer eyes as I continued. "And this T? This is top of the line shit, and it isn't cheap. Now, I'm thinking you kinda owe me." He looked at me with puzzlement. "What do you want?" He finally asked. "I want you to suck my cock." TJ stood up saying, "No man, no way. I'm not no fag. I ain't gonna do that!" He exclaimed as he paced around. "Come on now." I prodded him. "It's very simple. You suck me off, and those two fat lines right there will be yours. If not, you can leave and never come back which means no more weed either." TJ stopped his pacing and stared at the lines. He was right on the precipice. I knew his fucked up mind wanted more drugs, and he kept looking at the mirror with desire on his face. "Come on TJ." I continued. "Just suck me off and it's yours, or leave and never come back." He ran his hands through his hair as he stared at the lines and contemplated his decision. After a few seconds he looked at me. "Fine!" he finally said. "But DON'T cum in my mouth! And nobody knows!" I didn't respond as I looked at him, standing there naked, knowing I was about to take one of his virginities. My cock was already almost hard. "Come here." I instructed him as I pulled off my shorts. I grabbed the pipe and quickly loaded a bowl. "Kneel right here." TJ slowly got on his knees as I spread my legs apart. He reached up and gingerly took a hold of my cock. This is one of the greatest moments there is, when a straight boy touches his first cock. He doesn't want to, but his desire to be high outweighs his beliefs. I smiled as he leaned forward and carefully put his mouth over the head of my dick. I had taken out my p.a., I didn't want his inexperienced mouth to crack a tooth. Electricity shot through my body as I felt the warm, wetness of his mouth. I lit the pipe and took a big hit, blowing it down into the face of the straight skater boy as he traded his mouth for drugs for the first time. I took another hit then pulled TJ off my cock. I let him have 3 more hits off the pipe. Then I handed him the poppers and watched as the whore took 4 long drags of the chemicals. "Now get back on my cock, WHORE!" I ordered him. I don't think he caught the whore part, but he was back on my cock, quick as a flash. Once he passed the initial phase of taking cock into his mouth for the first time, he really started sucking my dick with gusto. I continued to take occasional hits on the pipe, blowing it into his face. I'd let him take hits of poppers now and then before he would dive back onto my cock. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he sure liked it. He was doing an amazing job for a first timer. He would use one hand to jack my lower cock while he used his mouth on the rest getting a good 3 inches in there and stretching his mouth wide. I only had to tell him a couple of times to watch his teeth. After a good long time, TJ's efforts were finally going to pay off. I could feel the cum rising in me as I grabbed TJ's head. He tried to push himself off of me while mumbling, "Don't cum in my mouth." I held him fast as he struggled. "I never said I wouldn't come in your mouth, bitch. I said you have to suck me off, that means taking my load! Here it comes boy! Here it comes you little whore!" I exploded in his mouth as I pushed his head down further onto my cock. I wrapped my legs around his back as he fought to pull off me. I just gave another hard push on his head, forcing my fat cock to the back of his throat as I shot poz cum right down his esophagus. He gagged and choked as my cum leaked out of his mouth and down my cock. I finally released him and he sat back on his heels as he panted for air and tried to wipe the spit and cum off of his chin. God Damn he looked hot! A broken straight boy, is there anything better? He looked at me expectantly, like a puppy waiting for permission before it got it's treat. "Go ahead boy." I said to him. "You earned it." TJ grabbed the mirror and the rolled up bill and quickly snorted up the lines. "That's right whore." I whispered as TJ finished the second line and sat back on his feet again as he did the meth sniffs. "Take your payment."

Its a feeling of connection as his cock slides in and out of my ass as he controls me for his pleasure and my reward is his pumping his seed into me telling me that my hole was just what he needed.

I love when I’m being fucked raw by multiple guys that I don’t know at all or can even see. That’s when I’m truly just a hole.

i like to believe what people write really happened but then i’ll see a post saying something like “last tuesday i had sex with my father, my brother, the pope and jeffrey dahmer.” instant boner killer and possible downvote.

l'm pretty easy. lol I only downvote if someone is clearly just trying to be an asshole. specially if they are being a meanie.

I love slutty bottoms like you. I have a thing for sluts who give open access to their hole to anyone. Makes my dick harder knowing I'm getting to breed a well-used boy with an insatiable hunger for dicks and cum. When I fuck such a slut, I make it my personal challenge to make sure the boy gets what he deserves. If the slut's still hungry for more, it happens I get to whore him out. So yeah, I definitely encourage bottoms to be just a hole for men to use

I mean, most folks don’t want and STD, but if you are this paranoid, why are you on a bareback website? Why do a Quick Ad in BBRT with the requirement “you must show recent test results?” How does that even work?!? I suspect the dude may be married, but if he is, another example of a dude wanting the benefits of gay life without rest that comes with it.

Dry spell from hell since ‘Rona. Been months since I had any real dick in me. Missing that skin to skin contact with another man. I get a call from an old fuck bud; my Blatino Papi. Married bi Top stationed here with the Navy. When we first got together, I was just some random ass he found on A4A. His wife stopped giving it up years ago, which he didn’t care because, as he put it, “she gets uglier and fatter everyday and it makes my dick soft.” It was hot and heavy for a bit until he went in deep with a young ass female. Didn’t hear from him for a while. Fast forward to Thursday. Long story short, his girl got posted to another base, his wife has been in NY taking care of her sick grandmother, long hours at work as well a ‘Rona put a dent in his sex life, and he has a four day pass this weekend due to Columbus Day. Tells me his dick is rock hard and it son’t go down. Doesn’t want to Jack it, he wants to sink all nine inches in a hot tight hole and murder the shit out of it. The lack of dick in my life got me all hot and bothered. Grabbed a Lyft and headed on over that same evening. It is now Sunday morning. I just got home. Papi unleashed several months of pent up sexual energy and cum on (and in) me. He didn’t even go soft after the first three rounds. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, collapse from exhaustion, wake up, grab a shower, fuck, have some drinks to rehydrate, fuck, repeat. There were a couple of times I had to hide in the closet or garage when his wife FaceTimed. Other then that, his huge, engorged dick was in my mouth, hands, or boipussy the entire time. I left trails of his nut as I walked around the house. Chillin’ at home now. He’s literally blowing up my phone as I type this, asking me to bring my ass back cuz he’s not done with me. hemorrhoids are fired up like a mutha and I’m sitting on a towel so I don’t stain my sofa with blood and cum. Yet, the masochistic cock-thirsty slut in me is screaming to go back. He had me cumming hands free so hard and so long that my legs don’t stop shaking. Fuck it, I’m going back.

too fuckin right!

Wanting to host a breeding sessions in motel by ronkonkoma New York on 10/09/2020 ..I am a bottom any tops interested ?

The wait was worth it

Artiste Redux The comment from the night before really bugged me. Tim wasn't my boyfriend and the only times I'd met up with him after he converted was to fuck other guys. I wasn't sure why Carlos' comment grated on me so much, other than it was so far from reality. I grabbed my phone and cruised some of the apps. One nearby guy looked familiar and once I opened his profile up I remembered him. I hadn't seen him online in a while so I sent off a message. "Long time no see. Are u gettin fucked every 2 or 3 months now? ;)" It took a couple minutes but I got a reply from the artist in the building next door "lol not that bad but close." I wondered how far the messages would go. "if ur on then u must be ready 4 ur next one." "unlike most of these guys I come on here to meet not jerk off" he replied right away. My cock twitched and started to grow. I typed back "ikr most r just window shopping. u want a repeat or u just do guys once?" "repeats r good u lookin now?" was the artist's reply. "yah, meet u at the back door again in 10?" I tapped out. His condo looked the same, not much furniture and pizza boxes littering the kitchen counter. Once in the living room, I pushed him against the wall and gave him a rough, hard kiss. My hand moved from his chest up to his neck and I wrapped my hand around it, covering his pronounced Adam's apple. I could feel the blood pumping up to his head and squeezed a little harder. His tongue tried to fight back but his arms reached around me, holding me gently. I kept up the kissing and choking for almost 5 minutes more before I let up. I backed away and walked into his living room, taking a quick glance around. There were more half finished paintings this time and even a couple completed works on the wall. I reached down and grabbed the small bong from the table and checked it out. "Mmm, freshly loaded. You're a good host" I said, reaching for the lighter. He came closer as I flicked the lighter and took a long hit. I passed it over to him and he did the same. We each took another pair of hits and the weed was spent. It was good stuff too and the rush was feeling damn fine. He reloaded it and we each took another hit before he set it back on the table. "Ready to get fucked?" I asked as I stared into his glassy eyes. He nodded and turned, stumbling slightly. I caught his shoulder and pushed him toward the wall of windows. "Strip and bend over on to the window ledge" I said and watched him immediately drop his shorts and pull his wife beater over his head. He spread his legs, bent from his waist and rested his hands on the window ledge looking out to the building across the street. By this time my sandals were off and my sweats were on the floor next to my tee. My cock was rock hard and eager to feel his chute wrapped around it again. I gave a few spits on his hole and fingered them in quickly. "All the way" he said, before adding "Wreck it good... like last time." I chuckled to myself and then shoved in until my balls slapped his own. He growled as my cock speared in deep and I felt his body shake a few moments. I waited a couple seconds before I withdrew almost completely and then slammed in again. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled out from his gritted teeth. My hips started to roll, plowing in and out. Each stroke was firm, ending with a slap as our bodies met. After a few minutes I moved my hands to his shoulders and began to pound a little harder. Looking over his shoulder I spotted a guy across the street, standing at his window and rubbing his crotch while staring back at us. When he backed away, I was a little disappointed. I always liked having an audience watch me fuck. He came back a minute later and it looked like he had some small binoculars and seemed to be naked this time. I started to pump faster until I drove in deep and ground my hips on the artist's ass. I pulled all the way out and checked out the gaping hole before ramming back in and pounding his hole some more. The guy across the street was stroking his cock furiously as he watched us fuck. Several minutes later I could feel my balls start to churn and my motions became more frantic. The guy across the street gave a few more strokes and I'm pretty sure he shot all over the window. I needed a little more time but I too was unloading my toxic load deep inside the skinny artist's guts a couple minutes later. "Breed my fuckin' hole" he yelled out as my cock pulsed deep inside him. It was a good six or seven heavy shots that painted his tortured chute with my viral cream. I looked up and our voyeur was gone. I laid down on the floor and pulled him with me. We stayed there about ten minutes chatting before he crawled over and grabbed the bong and lighter. I sat up and we finished off the bowl with a couple small hits each. We chatted a little about nothing, our hazy minds not able to keep a real conversation going. He got a wicked smile on his face and pushed me flat on to the floor. He gave my cock a few strokes with one hand and played with my nips with the other, bringing my dick back to life and fully hard. The artist straddled me and guided my cock to his cum filled hole. He pushed down and I felt my cock breach the entrance. With the head back inside and his hole stretched around my shaft, he took a big breath and dropped his body down. He looked down at me and pulled up a few inches and dropped down again, getting the rest of my cock into his hole. I felt his muscles spasm around me. I knew he must be in a little pain but it didn't seem to deter him since he began riding my cock almost immediately. I was surprised at his stamina since he didn't have a lot of muscle anywhere on his body. He fucked himself on my cock with determination. Several minutes later, I reached up and grabbed on to his arms before I sat up, rolling him backward on to the rug. My hands moved to his legs and folded them back. He looked really sexy with his hands holding his legs wide, waiting for my hips to start thrusting into his hungry hole. It felt just as good as last time with him taking whatever I gave and my cock churning the earlier load inside him. We kept going for almost ten minutes until I slammed in and felt my cock erupt, spewing ropes of hot cum deep into his guts. I growled as the last few spurts shot out and he looked back at me with a big grin. I saw his chest and face covered in his cum and his hands still holding his feet. We stood there motionless for a minute with my cock planted fully in him. As we stared at each other he asked "How long you been poz?" I froze, unprepared for that question right then. He'd never mentioned status in any of our messages or when we met last time. "Five years or so, I guess. Why?" I replied. "Well, you pozzed me up the last time we fucked. You must have a real high viral count if you did it with one fuck" he said calmly. I was speechless for a moment. He obviously knew it was me since he hasn't been getting fucked much so it was easy for him to pin it on me. I couldn't deflect it to one of his other hookups like I'd done a few times in the past, but I tried. "Uh... you sure you didn't fuck with anyone else?" I asked. "My dildo Thick Rick is the only thing that's been in my ass for a month before and a few weeks after we fucked" he replied. "You don't seem too pissed. You ok with it?" was my lame response. "Hell, yeah. I knew it would happen eventually. That's one of the reasons I moved to the city. I wanted to get a lot more poz dicks in me to boost my chances. I just didn't count on covid killing my sex life" he replied in the same calm voice. "You asked for a rough fuck so that's what I gave you. It makes it easier for the bug to get you that way" I said, my cock still in his hole and not getting any softer. "All the guys that fucked me since I moved here and before the pandemic were on prep or undetectable so I wasn't expecting it. Even the guys that listed their status as 'poz' were on meds. But... after you and I fucked, I felt guilty so it was just me and my toys so I didn't get covid. Then, a friend from back home visited me three weeks after we fucked last time. He saw some rashes on my back and started asking questions. Then he woke me up in the middle of the night and I was covered in sweat. Normally I sleep through the night into mid-morning so I never really thought much about it" he said. I chuckled and thrust my hips, plowing deep inside him. "He didn't freak out?" I asked. The artist looked at me and smiled. "Nope. He's on prep and he thought it was cool fucking his first real poz guy" he replied. "Do you know for sure? A rash and night sweats isn't a confirmation, just a good indication" I said, feeling my cock start to throb. "Yeah, I finally got tested and they gave me my results yesterday. Poz and pretty healthy according to the clinic. You've gone 5 years without meds?" he asked. I pulled my cock out, leaving just the sheathed head on his hole. "It was two years before I had to go on meds. I ran out just as the lockdown hit and my doc couldn't refill my prescription" I said, pulling back the foreskin and watching more precum drip onto his hole. "You must have bounced back pretty quick to do me with that one fuck" he said, clamping his hole around my shaft. "300k about the time we fucked" I replied, forcing my way deep into him before starting on my next round. He wrapped his legs around me pulling me deeper with each thrust. "Hmm. About half of what I'm at right now" he said proudly. I grinned at him, drilling in harder for a minute until I grunted out "We gotta find you a few guys to breed. With it that high you need to share." He looked back at me curiously and said "I haven't topped in years. I'm a bottom." My hips moved back until just the tip was inside. "Once you feel your raw cock inside an unprotected neg guy, you'll want to fuck a lot more" I replied before slamming in again and shooting off a couple more ropes of poz cum. "Oh god my ass feels so good and used right now. I love feeling that burn" he answered back, but I could tell he wanted to say something more. Finally he said quietly "Then I'm just gonna have to find a bottom that really turns me on."

So hot. Can’t wait to see Brian turned into a total slut pig.

The real safe sex tops that INSIST on safe sex... just let them start with a condom on and then midway, just pull it off telling them it doesnt feel right and hurts and if they wanna fuck it has to be raw. Not a single one has ever stopped at that point.

Legal and up for me. I might be in a minority but I really like doms that are younger than me.

Nothing better than just being a hole for a mans pleasure. You fuck and breed my hole, no questions asked!!!!