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Part Nineteen I woke up to my ass being eaten out. It wasn't John, because the fucking tongue felt like a tongue and not a small dick unto itself. But whoever it was had skill, what they lacked in girth they made up for in enthusiasm, which was turning me on despite myself. I was blindfolded and my arms were bound above my head, it took me a second to realize my legs were not tied and in fact, spread willingly. I groaned which must have let them know I was awake. I felt someone lightly slap my face, “Hey Ace, you with us?” Sammy's voice sounded so fucking pleasant, I wondered how much shit this kid had gotten away with over the years because he looked and sounded so innocent. “Stop,” I moaned as that tongue probed deeper. “Awww, that's not what you were saying a little bot ago,” Sammy said with a laugh, I heard a click and then my voice coming from a speaker. “Harder...fuck yeah...deeper...deeper...” I said that? “See? Just like you told me. The more aggressive and demanding the top is, the more they secretly want to be fucked.” “No!” I screamed, trying to clench my ass shut. But I was still drugged and the poppers I just woke up from had left me dazed and weak. And also, it felt amazing getting eaten out. “Still some fight in you, that's cute.” Sammy's voice now had an edge. There was silence, save the slurping of the mouth on my ass and I began to worry. I felt something wet and cool on my arm and the smell of alcohol. “Little prick,” Sammy said and I felt a sharp pain in my arm for a moment. “What the fuck,” I screamed, “What did you just...” and my world slid sideways. There was a warmth moving through my arm and then into my chest. The moment it felt like it hit my heart my whole world changed. My mind went into a haze, warm, soft haze where nothing was wrong. Suddenly I was cooing about the tongue up my ass because it felt so fucking incredible. I tried to talk but all I could do was slur as I spread my legs wider. The blindfold was removed and I looked up and saw Sammy smiling down at me, “Better?” I could feel drool slipping down my cheek as I nodded. He reached up and unfasten my arms and I fell back onto the bed completely, “Not going to need that are we?” I heard his words but they made little sense to me, fuck that tongue felt good. “You like that? You like being eaten out?” I nodded, closing my eyes in ecstasy. “Then you should thank him.” I looked up between my legs and I saw Josh down there, smiling back at me. Josh? Fucking Josh? Low man Josh? Party slut Josh? He was eating me... He dove back in and I moaned as my worries vanished as I felt touch me deep inside. “And a couple more friends wanted to say hey too...” I glanced over and saw the rest of the house naked, standing there stroking their cocks. I had fucked and each and every one these guys, Made them beg for it, made them love it, I had twisted all of them. And they were looking at me like I was lunch. Chad walked over, cock in hand and turned my head towards it, “Suck my cock bitch.” I wanted to refuse, I wanted to fucking spit on it...but Josh's tongue was so fucking good and I was feeling so mellow...I opened my mouth and felt him slide his cock across my tongue. “Get to it cunt.” The name moved something inside me and I began to roll my tongue over his cockhead, relishing the taste of his precum. “Holy shit,” Chad exclaimed, “He's really going at it.” Sammy grabbed my hair and made eye contact with me, “That's cause you like it, don't you?” The question confused me, I didn't want to like it...but couldn't remember why. In fact all I could feel was fucking pleasure and more pleasure and I didn't want it to stop. I nodded slightly as I worked the shaft of the cock. I heard the other guys cheer as Sammy let go of my head and let me get back to work. “Yeah work that fucking cock,” Chad muttered as he forced more of his cock into my mouth, “I used to fucking destroy pussy before I met you. I had a girlfriend and a fucking sidepiece...” his cock kept forcing past my tongue until hit the back of my mouth, “You remember, got me high...fucked me five times that night until I didn't know which way was up?” His head was pushing down my throat and I felt panicked for a moment but Josh licked harder and my eyes went to the back of my head. “Yeah...you fucking had me so fucked up I was crying for your cock...made me question my fucking mind.” His cock started to push down my throat and I could hear him groan, “And now you're just a hole for my cock...you like that? You like that cunt?” All I could do was gag but he didn't care, he positioned in and out of my mouth harder and harder until I felt his shaft pulse and shot after shot of hot cum was forced down my throat. He pulled back so he could spray my tongue, “Eat my load bitch, that's what bitches do...eat it.” Slowly I swallowed his load, shame burning through me. This wasn't me, I wasn't supposed to be doing this... Another wave of fucking perfection floated through me and I gulped the whole load down. Honestly it wasn't that bad... “Hey!” a hand slapped my face. I looked over and saw Paul with his throbbing cock, “Open.” There was a memory of not wanting this...but I just did it and it hadn't been so bad... I leaned forward and started to service the cock in front of me, wondering if he was going to taste as good as the last guy.

Part 2 I froze. What did he say? His hands moved to my shoulders and he firmly turned me around, and immediately my mind snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?” But those words never came out of my mouth. The part of me that was naked in this small booth with a sexy stranger that wanted to touch me needed to do I. Instead I felt his warm body pressed up against my back, and I fell forward a little awkwardly, catching myself on the metal wall with a thud. “Not too loud,” he said. “Generally they leave us alone, but you never know who’s around.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. “Damn you’re uptight.” He massaged a little deeper now. “Just relax. It’s all good.” His voice was strong, even though he was talking softly, and I felt oddly reassured. His body pressed closer, and I felt his cock against the small of my back. The tiny room started feeling stuffy, and my head was a little light. But I’d didn’t know what to do. I should leave. I should leave now. I started to push off the wall, but his warm body held me there. “Just relax. This is what you want..” He bent his knees and his cock became pushing across my ass. There was a thrill that went through me then — his hard cock felt so warm, the skin brushing against mine. His hands started doing something behind my back, and then he pressed something under my nose. It smelled awful, like cleaner. I looked down and saw the same yellow yellow that the guy out front sold me. “Relax, bud. Just take a hit. It’ll do you good.” My head felt a little swimmy inhaling the stuff, and I turned away. He lifted it to his own nose and inhaled, pinching off one nostril. He seemed to relish it. He pressed it under my nose. “Your turn. Just inhale for 3 seconds. That’s it. Hold it in. Three. Two. One. Now exhale.” What happened next was like fireworks inside my body. I felt a warmth flood from my head down to my toes, almost like a wave rolling. Down my naked body. The room seemed to get really dim, and I thought maybe I was falling over, but I wasn’t really. My body felt amazing, and I was suddenly so incredibly horny. He was starting to grind against my back and ass, and it felt amazing. I suddenly wanted more, and felt super sexy with this guy’s exposed body against mine. He pulled my hips back, then pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. My. Body automatically rolled his guidance, and I repositioned my feet for better balance, bracing my arms against the glass of one of the windows. The floor was cold and felt sticky on my feet, but I didn’t care. He was fingering my hole, and I let out a soft groan. His fingers felt slick as he probed me gently. “”That’s it, baby. Just enjoy it. This is what you came here for.” Was it? Is this what I came here for?? I was totally naked in a scuzzy booth, my nice sexy Friday-night-out clothes tossed to the floor, and I didn’t even see my flip flops. I was a smart student and decent athlete, and now I was hidden away in some dark corner of town no one wants to be seen in, with my ass displayed for some stranger. Was this what I wanted? Was this the way it was supposed to play out? My mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t want to process it. The little bottle was suddenly under my nose again. “One more time, bud,” he said softly into my ear. This time I pinched off one nostril myself, like I saw him do before. “ That’’s it. Take a deep hit. Hold it. Hold it in. Now release it slowly.” I did as I was told, and that rush of desire washed over me again. I could feel my heart pounding and my body was craving to be touched. Sensing my need, he made his move. I suddenly felt the hard, firm pressure against my hole, and it opened with intense desire to be taken to have this guy inside me. I groaned as he started to slide. Inside. It was slick and smooth, so much easier than when I’d been fucked at school. It had never been this smooth and easy.. This time it was his turn to moan. “Fuuuuck, man! Your hole is so tight.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting. I grunted each time he buried his cock inside me. I knew we were no longer being discreet in here. There was too much grunting, knocking against the plastic seat and metal walls, and the sound of his skin slapping against my bare ass. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me, and it felt amazing. How was it so smooth? My body was totally his to take, and I just wanted more of him inside me. “Fuck! You. Are. So hot!!”” He stuttered out as he slammed me. “Damn you love this raw cock in you!” “Yeah. I do,” I said between grunts, totally wrapped up in the amazing feeling. It didn’t matter where I was. I felt really sexy and he was a hot fucker. He started fucking me a bit harder. ”I’m not gonna last long.” Unexpectedly he wrapped a hand around my own cock, and my mind exploded. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I think I almost yelled it. “Yeah, cum with me!” He squeezed my cock and started pushing his cock really deep, holding it inside me, then repeating the deep thrust-and-hold again. My own dick erupted like a bottle rocket, and I started to see stars. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I was cumming like I had never shot before. My naked body spasmed with the intensity, and I pushed backward onto to thick cock to hold it inside me. He collapsed onto my back, resting his base chest against my smooth ass and back. We were both panting. The intense rush was fading, and I started thinking again. What do I do now? Are we supposed to kiss? I. have to give him my number. I need to do this again. ‘That was amazing,” I said. He stood up, separating our bodies, and gently slid out of my ass. “Yeah. That was hot, man.” He slapped my bare ass. “Thanks, bud.” I turned around and took his body again. Tall and nicely sculpted.. His hairy pecs looked so damned sexy framed in his open shirt. His cock was glistening in the dim light, long and thick. Fuck, that was just inside me! And then my brain caught up with me. I scanned the tiny room. There wasn’t a rubber or wrapper anywhere. He was pulling up his jeans, tucking his slick cock away. “I wish they kept paper towels in these rooms,” he said. “Did your use a rubber,” I asked. This time the words actually came out of my mouth. He shook his head. “You didn’t ask for one.” “You’re neg, right?” It was an automatic question. “You should ask that before you offer up your ass, bud.” He buttoned his shirt, then started to leave. “Thanks, bud. You were really hot.” “Can we connect again?” “I don’t come here a lot. But. You never know.” He opened the door and left. I was standing there naked, reality settling in. I was totally naked. The outfit I’d carefully picked out for the night was crumpled on the floor. I picked up my shirt and saw it was covered in jizz. I felt deflated. ?Some stranger had just shot his load inside me. I shouldn’t be excited by that. And I felt ashamed for being excited by the whole thing. Where did I lose control? What would my friends say? My family? I picked up my shorts and underwear. MY cock was still rock hard. Why was it hard? Didn’t it know what we had just done? I should be on a date with a nice guy, not naked in some scuzzy booth with cum in my ass. I found my flip flops under the cheap plastic seat, slipped them on, and retreated. I fled, desperate not to be seen by anyone. Hoping that the clerk wasn’t still there. I was never, ever coming back here! “See you next time,” the clerk quipped as the door chimed and I fled the store.

Part 5 - The Gold Chain Finishing work for the day Nick got in his car and headed home taking his once a week detour around the opposite side of Lyndhurst, this route gave him the opportunity to check the field that he had found out where the last gypsy site was, he now figured this was where the guy had been living. As usual the drive past showed an empty field, he sighed and continued towards home. He wasn't completely sure why he did this journey once a week, all he did know was he had enjoyed the sex even though it was just that. Settling in Banbury was smooth sailing setting up their commune in a council provided area. Within days Sampson had secured enough work for a month and took to the hook up app browsing through one evening and coming across a dark haired muscular man who claimed to be 30 years old which made Sampson laugh as he could clearly see the guy was a little older than 30. Still he had a nice body, looked after himself and he wore a gold coloured chain around his neck. Sampson chuckled reading his profile name stated as MuscledFkr, it also stated he played safe that caught his attention briefly, not perturbed by this he carried on reading through. His thoughts suddenly returned to the guy he had sex with several times in Lyndhurst who was also muscular, smiling to himself and admitting that actually he had taken quite a shine to him but they never knew each other's name. Sampson sent a flame to the dodgy 30 year old to see what would happen. He was getting kind of desperate to fuck now that Marlon had got his girlfriend pregnant and the discreet fucking sessions had eased off. Sampson played ping pong message with MuscledFkr for several days until finally he agreed to meet. Allan had been keeping the guy waiting, not on purpose so to speak since he needed to lure him ready for when his husband was out of town on a business trip to Scotland. Allan finally arranged to meet Sampson at the park across from his house mid-week at 7pm, he signed off the last message using his name and in a lapse of concentration Sampson confirmed he would be there and used his real name as well. He frantically looked for a recall button but there was nothing you could do on the app once the message had been sent. The idea coming in to his head that when they meet he would tell him his real name was Barry or something else. Tuesday was one of those weird evenings as Sampson now called them, Marlon brought a few cans of beer round and they sat chatting rather than doing. Marlon was not fooling Sampson by any means, he could see the desperation in the eyes of someone who was trying to make good with his girlfriend yet underneath a keen desire to have man on man sex. Sampson wasn't much for games but started to enjoy watching Marlon knowing that any day he would be round with his trousers around his ankles bent over the bed begging for it. Marlon put his beer down "Haven't seen you creeping out recently!" he exclaimed suddenly. The comment caught Sampson by surprise "What do you mean?" he asked slowly sipping his beer. "You sneaking off in the evening" Marlon explained, "Do you go off and shag?" he asked. Sampson sat there looking at Marlon. "I don't mind if you do" Marlon added. Raising an eyebrow Sampson put his can down "Why should I care if you mind?" he asked. Marlon smirked "I will keep your little secret" he replied in a smug tone. Sampson smiled "Is that so, and our little secret of how you love it when I fuck you?" he retorted taunting him. Marlon laughed "There is no proof that anything other than drinking happens" he said. "Maybe I have filmed you getting it when you are face down on the bed" Sampson said casually. Marlon finished his beer "You were way to busy to film it" he replied standing up. Sampson grabbed Marlon "Keep your mouth shut or you will never get it again" he warned him. Marlon shrugged free and opened the caravan door "I am watching you!" he said walking out and closing the door. Sampson sat down clasping his hands together confused and unsure what Marlon was getting at, maybe it was just the desire for sex and beer that was doing the talking. Could he trust him after all? Well he had been silent about their rough sexual meets over the past few years. And was it now a streak of jealousy that Marlon felt, missing out and suspecting he was meeting other guys for sex? Either way it lead to Sampson having a restless night and waking up feeling completely knackered on Wednesday morning. It was struggle throughout the whole day for Sampson and he kept getting glances from Marlon, he acted completely normal as if nothing had happened, except for those tell tell glances he made every so often. Sampson had showered and changed deciding to walk to the park where he was due to meet this Allan, at least Marlon would see his truck was still parked there allowing him to sneak away without being detected. It was a perfectly acceptable and nice late summer evening, Sampson arrived at the park a few minutes before 7pm and spotted Allan sitting on a bench watching him approach checking his phone then putting it in his pocket. There was something shifty about the guy Sampson thought, more shiftier than him he concluded laughing to himself. He could see Allan was definitely muscled, that part of his profile was dead accurate and well, he didn't look that bad either. "Even cuter in real life" Allan said as Sampson sat down next to him. Sampson smiled "Thanks" he replied not sure how to respond, "You too" he finally said. Allan stood "Well?" he asked looking at Sampson. "You want to fuck?" he asked straight up. Sampson nodded "That is why I am here" he replied standing and following Allan across the park. No sooner was Sampson inside and the door and Allan closed it he picked Sampson up with ease carrying him upstairs to the bedroom, Sampson was caught out at the speed in which Allan made his move and didn't need to second guess what was going through his mind. Sampson tired to evade the attempts at kissing him continuously, held firm he had no option but to endure it, after all he was horny as hell. His hands moving around felt the chain around Allan's neck, he felt the weight then wondered how he was going to get it. By the time Sampson stopped thinking about the chain he was standing there in his underwear, Allan already had his fingers inside the elastic band of his underwear pushing them down and letting them fall to his ankles. He could feel Allan's cock pressed up against his leg and his body was raised in the air again then gently lowered on to the bed. Allan spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva against and in Sampson's hole. Watching his own legs coming close to his head being pushed up by Allan's arms as he squared his cock up to his hole and began penetrating with precision. Leaning further forward he gripped hold of Sampson's arms and kissed him again getting a mouthful of the chain at the same time. Sampson caught his breath 'Take it off' he said spitting the chain out of his mouth, Allan quickly unclasped it and dropped it on the bed then continued. Sampson wriggled but found he was firmly balled up by Allan being fed more cock in to his arse forcing it open and causing his eyes to water and snap open wide, gasping and moaning, Allan gyrated his hips in a circular motion several times before he felt the full extent of the painful intrusion taking the cock balls deep in one very slick movement. Breathing rapidly through his nose, his mouth slightly open, back arched and twisted hiding his undeniable pleasure through the agonising pain. They made brief eye contact then Allan clamped his mouth down firmly filling Sampson with this tongue and saliva. His excitement and desire emanated up to Allan's body and with no time to adjust or get comfortable Sampson was being pounded with deep firm rapid thrusts. The pain quickly evaporating since his body was craving this, almost giggling at the thought of being pinned down so effectively rendering him useless as a fuck toy. Allan's grip on his arms was strong to the point of being painful and Sampson could feel his rapid breathing suddenly getting erratic, his body tensioned for a moment with hard deep breaths before relaxing and continuing to fuck Sampson. Several times Sampson saw him do this. His legs and arms ached, the pressure on his back from his body being pressed in this strange position was uncomfortable but he could do nothing about it as Allan continued like a machine. His head flopped to the side where his eyes fell on the prize just as Allan started loud grunting sounds and his body tensioned again. Sampson let out several agonising cries as Allan slammed his hips painfully up against Sampson's arse. Almost as suddenly he began extracting his cock releasing his hold on Sampson the head popped out followed by a large stream of cum that flowed out of his arse pooling under him. Allan breathed deeply "Man you made me cum four times" he said standing up stroking his still rock hard cock. Sampson lost his urge to fuck since his body was still reeling. "Oh fuck I needed that" Allan said. "Wow" Sampson said finally finding his voice his body still reeling from the intense fuck. Allan grabbed a towel and cleaned up the cum pooled under Sampson arse "Want a beer?" he asked. Sampson nodded "Yes please" he replied clasping his hands behind his head, his arse throbbing so hard he could feel it through his body. Allan stood and left the bedroom walking down the stairs, Sampson glanced around and retrieved the gold chain and leant over the bed picking his trousers up and putting it safely in his pocket then resumed the same position waiting for Allan to return. Opening the bottles Allan reached up to the cupboard and reached behind some canned good retrieving the small bottle and added a few drops to one of the bottles. Securing the lid and placing it back to the hiding spot he grabbed the bottles and walked back up the stairs humming and smiling. He handed the spiked bottle to Sampson who sat up and took it without any question taking a several large gulps. Allan sat on the bed next to him "You thirsty then?" he asked smiling watching him drink it. "Yes" Sampson replied shuffling up the bed leaning back next to Allan, "Very interesting sex". Allan laughed "I am only just getting started" he replied clinking his bottle with Sampson's. Sampson smiled "Not sure I can take that again" he said downing another gulp of beer. "Oh you will" Allan replied glancing at him, "I am going to wreck your arse all night" he said. "I can't stay all night" Sampson replied feeling a tingling on his tongue and feeling horny again. "Well drink your beer and let me ride your beautifully sized cock" Allan said smiling . Sampson chuckled and downed the rest of his beer belching softly afterwards, his cock was hard and Sampson was stroking it without realising he was doing it. He was feeling chilled and incredibly horny. Allan pulled Sampson a little way down on the bed and retrieved a condom putting it on Sampson's cock he then straddle over and eased himself down gently. Sampson laid there thinking the guy was a complete contrast and dictating how he wanted to have sex, no condom for when he fucked yet a condom when he was getting fucked, his vision clouding he sighed giggling closing his eyes enjoying the feeling of someone sexing his cock. His eyes opened and saw Allan riding his cock hard, bouncing up and down in a frenzied state. It was a strange sight of almost tunnelled vision, he could feel the guy riding his cock yet he looked so far away. Sampson thought he had grabbed hold of Allan's hips guiding him. The reality was he couldn't move his arms properly and co-ordinate them and was holding on to Allan's knees with a strange drugged smile on a his face enjoying the sex and feeling his orgasm building slowly. Allan had ridden him hard and relentless, slightly buzzed from the beer he never for one second imagine the condom would give out from his actions. The constant bouncing tearing the sides of the condom, each move opening it more until it shredded apart slipping to the base of Sampson's shaft. The precum immediately smearing the inside in a thin layer of toxic fluid. Sampson tried arching his back and pushing his hips up at the burning feeling of his balls about to explode, he chuckled with Allan grinding his arse down hard keeping him pinned against the bed. He eyelids fluttered momentarily and he moaned letting his orgasm take over shooting his toxic cum deep inside Allan's arse. In his own ramped up horny state Allan couldn't feel Sampson's orgasm or tell from his facial expression that remained so calm and tranquil with the drug fully absorbed through every inch of Sampson's body. Allan wiped his head still riding Sampson's hard cock, he stopped and slowly lifted up followed by pink slimy mess around the base of Sampson's cock and the remains of the shredded condom. Allan panicked and ran to the bathroom grabbing the shower attachment and douching his arse to get rid of the cum, the actions coming a little too late as the damage was done and already infiltrated his defences. He returned to the bedroom and looked at Sampson who laid there with his eyes closed, Allan cleaned up Sampson's cock and the shredded condom then rolled him on to his stomach, setting the video up on his phone to record he mounted the semi conscious Sampson, angling his head so it faced the phone he began taking his time fucking with hard deep thrusts where Sampson moaned but unable to move his body. Allan turned to his phone ramping up the fucking, his tongue hanging out of his mouth smiling in to the camera as he fucked the limp body hard until he blew his load exaggerating his orgasm for the camera. Grabbing the phone he leaned up positioning the phone showing him taking his raw cock out of Sampson's arse that now gaped open. He tapped the hole and watched it slowly closing in on itself with a dribble of cum escaping. Several more times he did this over the course of the night keeping his cock inside Sampson's arse as he slept. Waking during the night he pushed up closer to Sampson forcing him back on to his stomach to fuck him again and again. Sampson started stirring and rubbed his head that was banging, trying to move he found his body was wrapped in two muscular arms that held on to him tightly. His movement caused Allan to wake and his cock spring to life, Sampson moaned and pushed at Allan's hips trying to push them away releasing he still had cock buried in his now painfully sore arse. Allan desperately wanted to fuck him but Sampson was pushing harder, defeated he extracted it in a deliberate slow movement adding a few jabs before pulling all the way out. Sampson felt the arms releasing him and he rolled on his back then sat upright looking at the man in bed next to him who was smiling affectionately at him. Sampson couldn't remember a dam thing after drinking a beer, partly freaked out he scrambled over to the side of the bed. "Morning" Allan said smiling up at Sampson, "Want to fuck before you leave?" he asked stroking Sampson's back. Sampson shrugged him off "What the fuck happened to me last night?" he asked in an angry tone. Allan smiled "We had sex" he replied casually, "Actually quite a lot of sex, dam you were good" he said in a satisfied purring sound. Sampson shakily stood looking for his clothes "I can't remember anything and I wasn't drunk" he remarked. Allan got out of bed putting his shorts on. "I will be late" Sampson said worryingly. "Thanks for last night I really enjoyed myself" Allan said with his tone now making it clear they were done and he was to leave. The problem was Sampson couldn't remember anything and was oblivious to the fact he had in essence been drugged and literally date raped by Allan all night. Sampson finished dressing and felt the chain in his pocket as Allan escorted him to the door and pulled him around kissing him again, his hands roaming around Sampson's body who tried to stop him from going near his pocket. Desperately he tried to inch away but the muscular arms held him close and keeping their mouths locked in a kiss that he really didn't want but was somewhat enjoying it. Finally he felt his body being released and the door opening, Sampson walked out in to the morning air, his head still pounding and he walked away quickly. The entire walk was spent trying to recount why he couldn't remember anything or even how he ended up staying the night. Allan returned to the bedroom changing the bed linen and started looking for his gold chain that he remembered taking off and discarding on the bed, it was vital he found it being an anniversary present from his husband, he spent hours searching every nook and cranny of the bedroom then emptied the washing machine still unable to locate it anywhere. He stood in the utility room certain that the chain was on the bed and then probably fell to the floor, he remembered Sampson asking him to take it off before the realisation hit home, had he stolen it? Fortunately his husband was not due home for a couple of days and he knew where the chain was purchased and would have to go out and replace it to avoid any awkward conversation on his return. Allan picked up some remains of the condom before putting it all in a bag and taking it over to the litter bin in that park on his way out to buy a replacement chain. He thought nothing more of the condom breaking or that he had unintentionally gifted himself by riding Sampson's cock so hard. During the day he watched the videos over and over of him fucking the drugged guy, he loved the way his face looked at the camera during the orgasm sections. He edited the videos posting them on Fuckhub under the title 'Roofied Breeding', he was careful to obscure much of his face leaving Sampson's fully visible. Things carried on as normal after his husband Mark returned from his trip, Allan tried to send a message to Sampson to ask if he had taken his gold chain only to find he was blocked from messaging him. Sampson arrived back in a flurry failing to notice Marlon watching him. Inside his caravan he went searching for some pain killers then sitting on the floor retrieving the trinket box from under the bed he place the gold chain in there looking at it briefly before pushing back under just as Marlon appeared. "Where were you, I called round at 9 but you weren't here?" Marlon asked walking in. Sampson stood up. "You did an all nighter with a guy?" Marlon asked sitting on the bed looking at him. Sampson sat next to him "I can't remember anything after drinking a beer" he said worryingly. Marlon laughed "He spiked your drink" he informed Sampson, "Is that the last thing you remember?". Sampson nodded "Yeah I drank the beer and my tongue tingled a bit" he said getting undressed to shower. "Definitely spiked Samps" Marlon said shaking his head, "You were lucky he didn't want to kill you". "Okay Marlon!" Sampson said angrily "I don't want to talk about it right now" he said feeling ashamed and boiling in anger at this guy. "You got 10 minutes or I leave without you" Marlon standing up, "Fucking idiot" he mumbled walking out. Sampson waited until Marlon was out of sight then opened up the app and blocked Allan from messaging him then took a quick shower feeling how tender his arse was in the process. He couldn't quite believe how easy it was for someone to spike a drink so deceitfully like that, what was worse he could slowly remember parts where the guy was sat across him riding his cock hard. A few days had passed and Allan got a message on Fuckhub from a person over in Cambridge who said he recognised the guy getting fucked and wanted to track him down. They exchanged a few messages back and forth before it was revealed to Allan that the guy had stolen his silver ring. Allan replied informing Gav that he had indeed stolen from him as well, the biggest revelation was Allan telling Gav that his name was Sampson and he was finding out about the antics of the thief from Cambridge to St. Albans and now Banbury. One thing Allan didn't expect when he read the latest message was hearing that the thief was poz and probably not on any medication. That news alone sent Allan in to a frenzy worried about how his husband would react knowing there was every chance he had infected himself from riding Sampson so hard that evening, this was something he couldn't hide and his infidelity would be forced in to the open. Each day Allan was finding more and more messages from weird guys who actually wanted him to roofie them and do the same just like in his videos. The temptation was proving hard to fight but for now he needed to restrain his sexual urges, it was hard as he loved being able to roofie guys then use them.

Part III When I got to Pablo's house, he started kissing me before closing the door and we were taking each other's clothes off. Before I knew it, we were both completely naked in his living room. I looked at the object of my desire and saw that it was immense. Pablo's cock must have been at least 10 inches, with a large mushroom-shaped head. It was straight, thick and with many veins. My mouth watered. I always wanted to swallow that dick, and now I finally had the opportunity. "Lick my armpit," Pablo ordered, raising his arms. I couldn't resist and buried my nose in the black hair and fed up with his armpit. The smell of sweat made me drunk and I was raving with lust. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I stuck out my tongue and gave the first lick. He had a salty taste that made me horny. He guided me to the couch and I was soon sitting on top of him, my mouth going from one armpit to another. Pablo's dick was poking my back in the meantime and my ass was already clenching at him. “Can I suck your dick?,” I asked. "Not yet," he replied. “First lick my feet.” It was all new to me, but I was soon kneeling on the floor and putting his toes into my mouth. It was giving me more pleasure than I ever felt in my life. I never thought that something like a man's feet could be so exciting. I licked as much as I could, running my tongue over his ankle, the soles of his feet and his toes. So, I went up, kissing Pablo's legs, until his dick was right in front of me. I looked him in the face and he nodded, allowing me to proceed. So, I ran my tongue over the glans for the first time. I had never sucked a cock in my life, but instinct took over me the moment I tried Pablo's. The taste of his cock was meant to be tasted by me and I was soon swallowing his pre-cum. "You taste so good," I said. "Spit a lot on that dick," he warned. “This is the only lubricant you will gonna have.” I kept sucking and trying to swallow as much as I could, but it was impossible to put everything in my mouth. Pablo tried to force it a few times, but it made me retch. So, I was sucking on the head, the balls and the furry bag. He smelled a lot like sweat, as if he had run, but that wasn't bad. On the contrary, his manly musk made my lust grow even bigger. Sometime later, Pablo made me stand in front of him and started to suck me. He was a professional in that and managed to put everything in his mouth. When I felt his tongue curving for the third time, I couldn't take it and came in his mouth. I thought he was going to be pissed with me, but he swallowed every drop of my seed. "This is your last neg cum," he explained. “The next time you come, my AIDS babies will already be taking your body.” When he said that, my dick jumped, like I was ready to come again. Pablo then turned me on my back and started to open my ass with his hands. Soon, I felt something wet and realized it was his language. I gave a loud groan and felt him smile with his face in my crack. The more he licked me, the more I let go, moaning louder and louder. That was so good, that I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked: “Please fuck me.” “Do you want this huge cock inside you?,” he asked. “That's what I want most.” “Then I'll give it to you.” Pablo took a pillow from the sofa, placed it on the floor and laid my head on top of it. I was lying on my back, so I could see when his body climbed over mine. "I could take you to the bedroom, but I want to fuck you here on the floor, like the whore you are," he said. “Yes, use me as a whore, I want to be that for you.” He kissed my mouth and started biting my neck. Soon, we were is position. I had my legas up on his shoulders and he was between them. “Are you sure you want this?,” he asked. “Yes.” "There's no turning back," he said. "I know," I said. “After I start, I will not stop. If you try to run away, I will rape you until I fill you with poz cum.” “I want this, I want you to rape me and put your babies inside me,” I cried. Pablo spat on the head of his cock and began to force his way into the edge of my anus. It was hurting a lot, but I was completely silent and still while he invaded me. I heard a pop noise when the glans penetrated me and I let out a breath. "Yes, take a deep breath," he said. I obeyed and he took a hard lunge, burying his whole dick inside me. I screamed and tried to run, but he held me in place and looked me straight in the eye. "Hold on, bitch," he said. “You wanted this, now you'll have to put up with it.” I started to cry because of the pain and he licked my tears as if they were a prize. What was I doing? I always wanted to have sex with Pablo, but only now reality was reaching me. It was my first time, and I was letting a guy with HIV stick his cock without a condom inside me. And it excited me a lot more than it scared me. Pablo then started to move in and out of me. Even with the pain, my penis was still rock hard and he noticed it. He was taking his time, letting me get used to his massive cock, sliding in and out slowly. "You are no longer a virgin," he said after some time fucking me. "This is strange," I said. “How do you feel about having that cock inside you? You can take it like a pro.” "It hurts too much," I said. “But this is the best pain I've ever felt. It's good because I'm doing this with you.” “And the HIV part?,” he asked. My dick immediately gave an involuntary contraction and he noticed it. I blushed with embarrassment and Pablo started to laugh. It made me relax and he then increased the speed of his thrusts inside me. He found a nice pace and he started to fuck me hard, cursing me, calling me a lot of names. It excited me more than anything. I ran my hand over Pablo's biohazard tattoo and he smiled. I could hardly wait to get a tattoo like that. "I'm almost there," he said after a while and I started to masturbate to keep up with him. “Cum inside me,” I asked. “Breed me.” “Do you want my seed?” he asked. “Yes, I do.” “And what kind of seed is this?” “It's fucking HIV seed,” I shouted. “I want it, fill my ass with your cum. I want to be part of the brotherhood; I want your DNA inside me.” "Here it goes," he said in a shout. “I'm giving you AIDS, son. Now I will be your father forever.” I felt his cock pulsing inside me as spurts of cum flooded my insides. At that moment I came too. I never came so much in my life, it hit everywhere. Pablo fell over me exhausted and laid his head on my chest. We were both tired, sweaty and completely dirty with cum. "You are mine now," he whispered in my ear. “Welcome to the brotherhood of AIDS.” "What happens now?," I asked. “We have sex every day, putting as much poz cum inside you, until you are officially converted. If you want, I can call some friends who have the bug to help me give you the gift.” “I would like that.” We continued to lie on the living room floor for a few moments. The adrenaline of what we did passed, but I felt no regret. In fact, it was the happiest day of my life. I was about to say that when the doorbell rang and I heard my father's voice outside saying: “Phillip, are you there?”

Part 1 I was finally free. I just finished unpacking all I had into my college dorm room and said goodbye to my dad who drove up with me to help get me settled. My mom was not in the picture because she left my dad after giving birth to me and stating that she was not ready to be a mom at 17 but I wasn't discouraged about that because I always had my dad who took care of me and always showed me how much he loved me. My dad is a wealthy buessness man and I always knew he would be there to take care of anything either of us needed. We both shared everything with each other and supported each other decisions and we were both proud to know we were both gay. My dad surprised me by having over all of his gay friends and mine to our house on my graduation day and when I walked into the house I saw they were all naked and ready to help me celebrate an amazing day. I stood in shock and was instantly hard seeing about 50 naked men in my house and it didn't take much for the party to be in full swing not to mention there was one in the middle of the living room. The night went on with everything you could imagine in a sex party but I did notice that it was more of just fondling and sucking and not actually fucking which I found odd and then my dad came up to make an announcement. "To my son and all of his fellow graduates congratulations for all of your hard work in completing the four years of your schooling and as you all go now into the next chapter of your life remember to take your gifts far and spread them wide as they should be." I was confused as to what he was referring to when he said gifts but I continued to listen to what he was saying. "Now to start the main event everyone." "Alex please come here." I walked up to my father and stood next to him. "Alex you have been a joy to have as my son and I could not be a more proud father with all you have accomplished in your life and I want you to leave with a piece of me that will always be with you and remind you of just how much I love you." I got teary eyed with his speech but still didn't understand what he was saying. "Alex I have waited till now to tell you this secret and here it is, your dad is hiv positive and so are all your friends here and all of mine too and the biggest thing about it is I am the one who made them all poz in the first place now I would like to enduce you in as well." It took me a moment to digest this and I looked at everyone in the crowd and they all nodded at me confirming that it was true they all were pozzed by my dad and they waited for my answer. I started to cry and understood now why there wasn't any fucking yet because my dad wanted everyone to fuck me first to help with my conversion. I went to hug my dad and said loud enough for everyone to hear that I would be more than happy to join in with everyone to be poz. My dad grinned ear to ear and embraced me in the biggest bear hug and kisses me deeply as he started to carry me to the sling in the room not breaking the kiss as he lowered me into it. He started to move down my body with his lips stopping to kiss and lick every part of my body. He licked down to my nipples and started to nibble on the left and tweaked the right and switched back and forth making me twist and moan. He then licked down further down my abs to my cock and balls. He waisted no time in taking my cock down to the root and It almost made me cum right there and then but I was able to hold off at the last moment. He slobbered all over my cock and balls with his spit dripping down to my hole getting it nice and wet. He moved to my hole and devoured it like a starving homeless man who hadn't eaten in months. He dove deeper and deeper inside licking the sides of my hole. When he finally came up for air he and I were both gasping and out of breath for a moment and then I saw my best friend and future college roommate Jay roll over a tray with an assortment of toys and other items. I saw my dad pick up a toothbrush and he told me it is going to hurt a little but he wanted to prep my hole for the gift to take so I had to relax and Jay picked up a bottle that said jungle juice on it and he said for me to inhale deeply. I did as he said and started to feel warm and my head swam and I could barely feel my dad putting the brush up my ass. It came out pink and that brought out cheers from everyone and my dad then lined up his cock with my exposed hole. Jay leaned the bottle to my nose again and whispered in my ear to inhale as much as possible because my dad is the most ruthless fucker there and he wasn't going to take it easier on me. On that note I inhaled deeply just as my dad thrust every inch of his monster cock in me down to the base causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. More to cum

True story. I had done lots of drugs as a teenager in the 70's. I was not sexually active at the time. I had never mixed the two until the age of 55. My boss is a Dominant Alpha Male. Straight, but never minded getting a blowjob from a fag. He knows that queers love giving head, unlike women, who only do it as an obligation. Meth is one drug I had never done. He was bothered by the fact that I was a Meth virgin. I begged him to get me high, I knew I wanted to try it. He gave in, even though I was his employee, I told him I could handle mixing the fact that I worked for him and I was going to become his submissive. I soon learned, Man was I missing out. He introduced me to the highs of blowing clouds. I took to it every fast. It felt good. He would never let me do it alone. Only with him, and He had to be in charge, like he was everywhere in his life. I gladly let him control me. When he would hold that pipe up to my mouth and tell me to "hit it". "hold it in" and I could only exhale when he said I could. I quickly submerged myself in his power over me. I found myself begging him to get me addicted to meth. I wanted to feel this way 24/7 365. He obliged and saw to it that I became a meth pig for him, since he found I gave him much better head if I was tweaked. I gladly gave up my previous life, shunned all of those people who were in it, so I could focus only on him. That was what he wanted and all I wanted was what he wanted me to do. The first time was so spectacular. I must have had 7 or 8 hits off that bowl. He then decided I needed to try something else. He pulled out the crack and the crack pipe. I was not afraid. In a weird way I had total trust in him from the start. He was a long time smoker and he knew the limits and the signs of distress. I would walk in front of a bus, or take a bullet for him. I trust him that much. I puffed on that crack pipe for at least 5 minutes. To some that may seem tame, but, remember all these drugs were new to my system and my brain and my heart. After those hits I was flying high. Very high. He grabbed me by the back of my head pulling hard on my hair and shoved my face into his crotch. He pulled down his pants only to expose his cock and his nut sac. While holding onto my head with his cock down my throat he dragged me to his sofa me scrambling to crawl on my knees as he yanked my whole body to where he wanted to be. Sitting down he took me by the ears and forced my head all the way up his dick and then pushed my face down so that his pubic hairs were in my eye. He got faster and faster not giving me time to breathe. He said that my breath was not important, only pleasuring his cock was important. I had to agree and said so. I know how to treat a meth pig. You ARE a meth pig. In one night I have turned you from a respectable man to nothing but a meth pig faggot. He pulled my head up so I could verbally agree with him. I said yes Boss. I also took advantage of this time to get my breath. I was getting so turned on by his dominance, but my pleasure was not important and I could do nothing about that. He was not the reciprocating type. In fact he made me stop touching myself and told me I had to do that in some dark corner away from him where faggots go to jerk off their dicks. He told me to concentrate on pleasing him, which I did from here on out. My jaw was getting sore and my mouth was dry. I tried to reach for my glass of water. He took it out of my hand, and demanded "Open" referring to my mouth. He then spit directly into my mouth and said, drink that. When he saw that I swallowed that so enthusiastically, he pulled me head back again and let a slow spiral of spit leave his mouth and land directly on my tongue. Good catch little faggot , he said. You are going to take all my fluids before this night is over. Since he was standing now and I am short with short legs, he was towering over me. He had to literally lift me up so my mouth could again reach his cock which was very hard now from all this toughness. Mine was too, but it would have to wait. Putting his right hand on the back of my head and his left hand around my throat he plunged his cock down my throat. Stick out that tongue you dumb homo. As I did it just went down my throat and felt like it was in my lungs. He said I love to feel my own cock going into your fag face hole, I can feel it from the outside. As he face fucked me with wild abandon, he paid no attention to my gagging. It didnt matter to either one of us. He just relentlessly pumped my face and I got in breaths where I could. He pushed my back to the sofa so that my head was resting on the front of the cushion. There was no where for me to go. He held my arms by the wrist and fucked my face faster and harder than anyone ever had before. I relaxed and enjoyed the turbulence of his fucking. I do not remember ever being this dominated down my throat and being so relaxed as to enjoy every minute. He stopped all of a sudden. I saw him reach for the meth pipe. As he filled the pipe, he asked me, Do you like being used as nothing but a face hole for my straight dick , you fucking faggot. I love that dominant verbal talk and I had an opportunity this time to speak without anything down my throat. I replied Yes Boss. I like being your meth pig, please feed me some more meth, then please feed me more of your huge cock, then please allow my open mouth and esophagus to be a receptacle for your straight fluids. Please let me feel more of your power as you rape my willing face hole, Sir. Please. He said I like it when you beg to be raped. I like to hear you want to be my meth pig. Your life is so fucked up now. You cant escape my dominance. Somehow I know you never want to leave, and I never have to worry about you going anywhere. I replied I belong to you from now until forever. Or until you decide you are done with me. You see Boss I l know all of this is your decision, your way, your choice. I have no say and I dont want any say. Good faggot boy you know I could be done with you tonight and I could throw your ass out onto the street if I choose. Yes Boss I am aware and what you say, goes. Period. He then shoved that pipe into my mouth and lit that torch. I love the sound of that torch. It makes a distinct sound that only means one thing. METH. Fuck Yeah. I sat patiently on the floor with my head against the sofa as he twirled the pipe back and forth in my mouth. We both watched as the rock turned to liquid and the smoke swirled inside the round bowl. That sight alone has made me blow a load in the past without even touching myself. My mouth on one end and my Dom on the other end directing me when to breathe and when to hold it in. Before I took that first big hit, pulled the pipe away and said beg for it faggot. I pleaded like my life depended on it. Making sure to acknowledge that he is the reason for my ability to breathe in his presence. His permission to do the simplest thing such as taking in air into my lungs. Things we all take for granted now must be acknowledged that He owns every part of my life, even how my body works. He then put that pipe back into my mouth, as he lit the torch again to make sure everything was melted and about to enter my body. At this point I was SO starved for that smoke, for that sweet smell of meth, that I started to precum in my jeans. The wet spot was right below where he was standing and it was impossible for me to hide it. He looked down and started laughing. Wow, he said, what excites you more faggot the meth or my cock. Right now Boss, I am longing for those methamphetamines to enter my raspatory system, be absorbed into my lung tissue and enter my blood stream. You giving me that woozy feeling of being high and knowing I belong to you because no one else will ever have right to own my lungs like you do Boss. Faggot, he said, you are one fucked up queer and I am glad I was the one to corrupt you into being such a pig for me. I am the best there is and you know it, now HIT that goddamn bowl motherfucker. I took one long slow draw, as he squeezed my nostrils together allowing for nothing but Meth smoke to enter me. Keep going , keep going, dont stop, not yet. dont stop faggot until I tell you to, keep going. little bit more, little bit more. It all inside you now, the whole rock has been transformed into my control, my smoke that I give to you. He continued to hold my nose. Keep it in,, dont let it out, not yet, keep holding, keep holding, you can do it. I have taught you well my little faggot. Yes MY faggot, 10 more seconds. My lung were so full and I wanted to push it out very badly. More than that I wanted to make him happy, to show him that I could be the best meth smoking pig he had ever met. OK you blow it out, I think there will be nothing left to exhale, I am sure all of it has been left in your faggot lungs. I still had a little more I could take., He smiled and said Oh you want to hold on longer. I am impressed. Look at the meth pig you are, the meth pig I have made. I made you, you are my property. You have no voice except to agree and do my bidding in this new life I have made for you. Finally I exhaled. It felt such relief. A rush like I had never had before. My head was spinning and I was floating on that swirling smoke that entered the room. Not much of it, but, what there was I was tripping on those clouds. I looked and saw him grinning an evil grin. You smoke like a pro, fag. You ready? Open. Open. Once again I was pinned down by my wrists, with his now gargantuan cock sliding in and out of my open willing accepting mouth hole. He was pumping me with a feverish rhythm, I could feel his balls hitting my chin. I should have shaved before, my beard was too long. His cock was getting caught up in my beard every time he pulled out. Hey fag, he shouted. trim that beard or I will punch the fuck out of you. Say yes Boss. Say it right now with my cock in your throat. I managed to get out Yeth when he pumped out, then he shoved it back in. When he pulled out again I got out Both. He started laughing. You did what I said, you just sounded like a dumb faggot doing it. Oh Wait, You ARE a dumb faggot. Then he stopped laughing and concentrated on fucking my face. In and Out In and Out. He went on like this for another 30 minutes. Slowing down if he got too close. Then back to the feverish pump. I was SO high I barely knew where I was. The only thing I could see was a photo of him with his girlfriend. I keep my gaze on that photo, it grounded me. How long can you go you queer? He pulled out so I could answer. As long as it takes you, whenever is your choice, I have no say, you do Boss, as I admitted calmly but completely horned out. He could tell I was loving every minute of this treatment. I dont want this to end Sir. Good answer cock sucking faggot he said with a half laugh. You ready for the blow up? Fuck Yeah please Boss I replied. I could feel his cock get bigger as he continued to plow my the back of my throat and into my chest. I felt his balls pull back as he put his hand on the back of my head pinned against the sofa. Pulling my hair towards him his cock felt like it was into my stomach. He leaned over frozen pushing very hard with his hips against my head, while he pushed my head towards his bush. I was trapped between his groin and his big manly hand as the semen shot into my throat. It tasted very good. I was hoping it would be as sweet smelling as his crotch was, and it was. I can smell that smell right now as I am sitting here. His whole body shook, having spasms and thrusting more even after the cum was drained from his beautiful masculine dick. He started to pull out, and as he did I took my hands on his ass cheeks and pushed it down my throat again. More semen spilled out and slid down my willing throat. He laughed, You cant get enough of my Alpha cum. can you? You want more and more. Yes I do Boss. Well I'm out of cum but you are going to swallow this. He assumed the same position only this time he held my nose. Take my piss you dirty meth pig whore. I could feel the start of his warm stream slowly flow from the back of my throat down down my esophagus. He pulled out a little so his piss would hit my taste buds on my tongue. Do you like how that tasted dirty pig? I nodded yes. I had to control the piss coming in my mouth. I did not want to drown. I knew how to swallow whole bladders by breathing right and making my tongue slow down the stream. Otherwise it would come back out my mouth and HE would not like his piss dripping on his body. Piss is for faggots like you, I heard him say. Once he was done he shook his cock while it was still in my mouth. Jerking to get every last drop for me. He then pulled out grabbed me by the back of the head and spit right into my eye. I knew to leave it there, I would slurp that up after he left. I looked up to see a mix of pleasure and contempt. He would never say thank you that was good. Just the fact that I was lucky enough to take his fluids was my thank you. I said it for the both of us. Thank you Boss. That was the best blowjob I have ever given. He laughed and said nothing as he pulled up his pants. Don't count on that happening again. If I want to rape you I will, and If I never do again you will remember this and compare all others to me and they will never stack up. Damn I am the best. You know faggot you know more than I ever thought you would. I think I will keep you around, you can do everything for me so I don't have to lift a finger. Maybe, if you are lucky, I will shoot my seed into your eager mouth again. However remember if you ask you'll never get it. I am in charge and if need a faggot to use you will be at the top of my list of meth pigs. Wow Thank you Boss. That was the best compliment you could ever say to me.. I know homo I know. Now get the fuck out of my office and go clean something. or do whatever it is that faggots like you do. I dont really care , just get out of sight for now. You are dismissed. Stay where I can see you on my cameras. With that I left the office the happiest I have ever been with cum in my hair , cum on my eye so it is stuck shut and the smell of his balls on my beard. The only place that I could get some privacy was in the kitchen walk in pantry. I went there and blew my own load in a record 2 minutes I was so worked up and turned on thinking of the Dominant I have in my life, knowing that my submissive meth pig will be treated the way it should. Hells Yeah

I went to a different sauna to usual to try it out - knew it was meant to be quieter with an older crowd but thought it was worth a try. The bar was at the front door then the locker room - then downstairs was where the real action started. I got changed and stopped for a drink while I calmed myself. There were a couple of bears, a twink and an old guy in the corner. I turned to the bears and asked if they came here often. One replied - about once a month. The other said - I'm here more often - feels like Old Dean in the corner is here all the time though! Always here when I am. The twink sensing gossip said yeh - hear he comes here every day - always wants in my ass but he's not getting it - he's pozzed up loads of drunk lads on their way home. I felt a bit uncomfortable about them gossiping about someone who was in the room but he didn't seem to mind. "yeh - they don't ask and they love Old Dean's cock" said the guy himself. Once I'd finished my drink I asked where you get the supplies from and they said just ask at the front desk. So I went up and asked for some lube and to buy poppers. The clerk winked and said "no condoms?". I felt embarrassed and said "oh yeh, of course those too". I went through the curtain to the changing rooms, and sensing there was guys behind me lubed my hole and went down the stairs. I was walking towards the darkroom sniffing the poppers in preparation when the twink said "wanna fuck me" and I was like "no sorry mate strictly bottom". I knelt on the bench in the darkroom ass in the air and only moments latter a huge stiff cock invaded it. Know knowing who it was but he was real skinny. I moaned in pleasure as he picked up the pace - I wimpered saying "yeh breed me" and he replied grunting as he shot his load "yeh take Old Deans poz load" One of the bears came in and took his place saying Old Dean pozzed me too and now I'm continuing work - I yelled out "breed me sir" the combination of bear, poz cum and poppers getting the better of me. He pounded me harder and harder until he shot his load. Once I left the darkroom the twink looked out from a cabin and said "wow disgusting taking that old mans load" but I didn't mind - I needed to get the dirt in me

Part 1 It was a regular Friday night my first summer home from college. The local bars were harder to get into than those near my campus, and I found myself being left outside while a few older friends were inside, despite trying to sneak through twice, and getting bitched at by the bouncer. So I wandered over to a friend’s house and hung out, sharing some wine with three girls. After about an hour and a half, I’d had my fill of the chatter and high pitched laughing. My mind kept wandering to men, and I was feeling really horny. REALLY horny! I’d been home 3 weeks, was missing my college friends, and most of all a couple of the guys who I’d played with during the school year. I definitely wasn’t a sexual superstar. In fact, I felt pretty awkward any time it happened. An upperclassman had taught me to bottom just before winter break, and when we returned for the spring semester, he and another friend had tried to help me get more comfortable with it. I enjoyed it, and knew I wanted more, but it always felt awkward and somewhat forced. I left my friend’s house and was driving toward home, not knowing what else to do. Maybe go back to the bar and try to slip in again. I had a slight buzz from the wine, and pulled over thinking over my options. I really wanted to get laid, in a bad, bad way. But where to go? I started thinking of places, and remembered there was an adult bookstore about 20 minutes away. I’d heard people talk about it — that there was some cruising going on, and most people called it “the last resort.” Guys had talked about it in a way that definitely made it sound like a place you didn’t want to be seen. I drove around a bit. Trying to talk myself out of going, but knowing I was really intrigued. I’d never been to one. I’d seen some porn online that was supposedly recorded in porn booths at one, but I’d never actually seen one myself. As I drove around, I got closer. I was on the main road in an older part of town where a bunch of stores had closed down and were empty. It was a long street with 4 or 5 traffic lights, and as I drove by the church on the street, I felt overwhelmingly guilty. I shouldn’t be going. But as I sat at the light outside the church, I could see about 3 blocks away a small glowing sign. That was it. I drove further, my chest feeling tight as I got closer, knowing I should turn off at the corner, and feeling ashamed when I didn’t. I pulled over about a block away, the single sign glowing on the block ahead. I could already make out the lettering “Adult Outlet.” I got out of the car, locked it, and started walking, and walked right by the door, hoping I could see inside. But all the windows were blacked out, the sign the only hint there was a store there. There were some cars along the street, but not many. I knew there was a parking lot out back, but I really didn’t want to be back in the darker alleys at this time of night, though I was tempted for the anonymity. But there wasn’t any traffic on the street, and I was a good half hour from home. I walked back past the door again and hesitated, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my eyes locked on the door. The night air was humid, but I felt a chill standing there in a tank top, shorts and flip flops. What if no one liked me? I was 19, and I had a trim body that I thought looked good with lean muscle, but I also looked really young still, and kinda nerdy. My hair was blonde with some ginger tinges, and I wasn’t really one to stand out in a crowd. I took a breath and walked in. The door chimed and my heart jumped. Inside was brightly lit, and the store had a lot of shelves everywhere. I walked around, trying to take it in and get my bearings. Lots and lots of DVDs, and some different toys. I ignored the products with women on them, and zoned in on stuff with the guys pictured on the boxes. I just got hornier. I looked around and thought maybe the stories weren’t true — there was no way people cruised in a place like this. And there were no booths, just shelves. I was about to leave when I heard the door chime again and another guy appeared out of nowhere, walking toward the front counter. There was a side hallway I hadn’t noticed, tucked behind a row of shelves. I walked that way nervously, and saw a long hallways lined with DVDs, and a doorway with a neon glow about halfway down. I started down the hallway when the clerk yelled at me, “You need to purchase a ticket, kiddo.” My heart stopped and I wanted to run. But I had to go back back toward the front desk anyway. I walked up, the other guy furnishing his purchase. He looked at me as he turned around, smiled, and headed toward the back again, disappearing into the neon glowing doorway. “You want a ticket?” I nodded. “ID?” I fumbled my ID, dropping it twice, and handy it a bit shakily to him. He looked it over, looked at me, and I immediately feared he knew me or recognized my name on the ID and knew my parents. He handed it back. “Twelve bucks. And you should probably buy some head cleaner.” “What?” He shook his head, pulled something out of the display case, and set a small bottle wrapped in bright yellow on the counter. “You should take a bottle of this, too. I think you’ll need it.” I had no idea what it was, or why I’d need it. “Ok.” He rang me out, I paid him, and headed out back, my flip flops scuffling on the floor. My heart was racing again as I reached that glowing door. There was a purple neon sign inside that was radiating the glow, and I stepped into what was otherwise darkness. It was weird this hallway was so dark since the store was brightly lit, but I walked in and turned to my left. There was a maze of hallways, four in total, I think. My eyes adjusted and I walked slowly, seeing rows of doors in each hallway with lights above the doors, some of them blazing bright red. I didn’t know what they lights meant. I wandered, hearing grunts and porn playing. I looked in a few of the booths, seeing a small video screen and controls. After a few minutes, I stepped into one and fumbled around with the controls, pulling up some gay porn after a few tries. I was surprised to find there was actually A LOT of gay porn on the channels. I stood there, closed the door, and started watching a few channels, flipping around the different scenes and settling on a couple young guys giving head. After a minute I pulled out my cock and slowly began stroking. I was rock hard. I finally noticed the windows on either side of the booth, and some switches at the top. I played around, and realized the switches raised and lowered a screen inside the window. Holy shit! I could see inside other booths! But both were empty. I zipped up and started walking around again, checking out the hallways, and wondered who else was here. I couldn’t be the only guy here — I’d seen the guy at the counter come back here. I walked one hallway over and saw more red lights glowing above the doorways. I tried a couple of the doors, but they were locked. There was one without a light, and I tried that — empty, but between two doors with the light going. I stepped inside. The two side windows were covered, so I unzipped my shorts, started stroking slowly to some porn. I heard a whirring sound almost immediately, and looked at one of the windows. I touch the button and the screen went up — turns out both people have to had to raise their screen. Right there on the other wise was another guy with his cock out, stroking it. It was a thick cock and a long shaft. He turned so I could see it well, and. I automatically followed his example. Holy shit! There’s a guy stroking on the other wise looking at my cock. He was wearing jeans and boots, which. Was all I could see of him, his jeans halfway down his thighs. He wagged his cock toward the window, and I did the same, feeling self-conscious and awkward, but feeling myself ay through it. I wondered what his cock felt like. He kinda bent over, and I instinctively pulled my cock back into my underwear a, uncertain what was happening. He looked under the curtain, checking me out, and stood up again. Then he zipped up and abruptly left. My heart sank. Rejected right away. I suddenly felt very awkward and out of place. Standing there half naked in the glow from the video screen, I felt demoralized and decided to leave. I started to pack up and turned to the door when it suddenly opened. In stepped the guy in jeans and boots. He was tall, about 6 feet to my 5’8”, and he was wearing a button door shirt that was opened and showing off muscled pecs and dark hair. He looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s, and instantly struck me as sexy. I had never been around older guys, just college guys from school. He gave off an energy that was confident and sexy. He looked at me, looking me up and down, and held an intense stare. He reached out and tweeted a nipple, which I recoiled a little bit because it hurt and no one had ever done that. He pulled out his cock again, and pushed his jeans down to his knees. I pushed my shorts down, and they easily fell to the floor with the weight of my phone and keys in them. He reached out and pulled off my tank top, then started rubbing my chest. “nice,” he said in a quiet tone. I did the same, enthralled by. The hardness of his pecs. I suddenly felt very small. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He ran his hands up and down. My naked body. Oh my god, I was naked in a booth with a. Stranger touching me. It was awkward, but thrilling. A part of me started to pull back to bolt, but he held me firm. He reached down and massaged my ass. I melted a little, and an amazing shiver ran up my spine. He flexed his hips, and I felt his hard, smooth cock sliding across my abs. My breathing got weird, in a way. I’d not felt it before. I started panting a little. The heat coming off his body was alluring, and I could the stark difference between the air. Conditioned air that was blowing across my naked backside. “Turn around” he whispered.

I love how his cock pumps the load in the boy's ass!

I know it’s short but it was all I had time for this weekend.

The most fun public fucking was on the dance floor of a big gay bar/dance club in hollywood.It was a techno dance music night with lasers and discoball strobes...was a bit buzzed I admit.dancing with a friend when an aquaintance of his joined us.He told me he wanted to fuck me and pushed me from behind against my friend.Pushed my sweatpants down a bit daring the stranger to fuck me.began kissing my friend and felt a hard cock pressing against and then into me....a poppers bottle was under my nose and several deep hits later my friend was whispering into my ear"just go with it,let him fuck you,its what he loves!"as his friend headed off towards ejaculation at a quickenning pace in me.despite the music and strobing lights people around us were watching as he came.He pulled out and dissappeared into the crowd..done with me.Pulled up the sweatpants and kept dancing with cum in my shorts and a wet spot showing...but we were seen and saw people pointing at me all night long.It was hot knowing I had been seen getting marked like that in public.

The young sexy horny bottom sub pig had walked in Leather Daddy's door late Friday night hoping for and expecting to get majorly spun on T and to worship and please the dominant Daddy he'd been with once before. He had been hungry to have Daddy's cock and cum in his mouth while Daddy kept him high, never even considering the idea of taking a cock in his neg virgin boi-hole. That boi was gone now, replaced by the naked, sweaty, parTyed up insatiable cock, cum and piss whore who was now on his hands and knees in front of me, his face buried in the carpet, pushing his no-longer-virgin hole back hungrily onto my fist buried up to the wrist in his hot burning cum-and-piss filled ass! He was mumbling and moaning in total piggy need as I fucked my fist in and out of his stretched and unresisting boihole. “Please, bro, OMG, PLEASE dude fuck me with your fist! Shove it deep and let me fucking FEEL it man! Ohhhhhhh gawd yesssssssssss. More bro, please give me more! Fucking stretch my ass bro!!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” I felt his hole spasm around my fist and wrist as I twisted my hand back and forth inside his warm wet wrecked fuckchute. I opened my fingers slightly inside him making contact with his already-bruised and sensitive prostate and heard him whimper loudly as he shoved back against me wanting – needing – more!! It was so fucking wild how easily and readily he accepted his first fist-fucking and my dick was rockhard as I felt his need and hunger increasing. And although his formerly bi cherry hole had been fucked and bred multiple times so far this weekend, his ass lips were still tight and snug around my wrist. Damn sweet! I was stroking my dripping cock with my free hand thinking of pulling my hand out of his ass and shoving my raw POZ cock inside him, wanting to add another load of toxic unmedicated spunk to his corrupted hole. Just as I was about to do it, Leather Daddy walked back into the room. I'm not sure where he'd been or what he'd been doing, but I'd heard him a couple times talking to somebody on the phone. But I didn't think much about it with the feeling of Trevor's hungry ass taking my fist. “Hot fucking damn! You pigs look so fucking nasty and hot!”, Daddy growled. Trevor raised his head up immediately hearing Daddy's voice and I watched Daddy walk around and stand in front of him, his thick hard Daddy cock standing out straight in front of him. Daddy put his finger under Trevor's chin and raised his head up so they were looking at each other eye-to-eye. “How you liking that fist inside your fucking cunt boi? Feeling good?” Trevor moaned with lust and heat and answered, “Oh fuck yeah Daddy!! It feels so fucking awesome! I can't believe how good it feels! Never thought I'd be able to take a fist or want to but I want it and I love it!! Will Daddy fuck me with his fist too? It's even bigger than bro's and I know it'll feel sooooooooo good!!” Daddy chuckled softly and ran his thumb along Trevor's wet lips. “I'm sure that can be arranged pig. Your Daddy loves fucking a hole – with my tongue, fingers, dick and fist. Doesn't matter what I use I just love fucking pig bottoms slut holes!!” “Yes Daddy, please! I need it so much!”, Trevor begged. Just then there was a knock at the door. Daddy grinned evilly as Trevor and I both stared at him then looked at the door and then back to him. I even stopped moving my fist and left it unmoving in Trevor's guts. “First though boys, Daddy has his first surprise for you. I know you're going to love it!” With that Daddy walked to the door and opened it. Standing on the porch with the lightening sky as a backdrop behind him (it was morning already?!) was a massive giant of a man! My guess was at least 6'3”, 240-250 obviously solid pounds of meat and muscle, wearing a sleeveless shirt unbuttoned exposing his hairy dark chocolate chest and abs with both nips pierced. Trevor and I both moaned in wanton lust at this vision as Daddy stepped back and the dark god walked in and Daddy closed the door.

A good faggot should be willing to get down on its knees, bend over or get down on all 4s ANYWHERE anytime and suck cock, get fucked up the ass and taking loads without caring if anyone sees him being a whore. Faggots need to be able to strip naked in public and let a few strangers dump their loads in it.

Really hot discussion! Depending on the cocksucker and the mood, I either like to slap or to caress. I'm uncut and thick (though totally average in length), and really need sustained, deep sucking. Sometimes, placing my hand gently on the guy's cheek motivates him. Even if he's a stranger I'll never see again, I find that making a connection enhances the blowjob. With some guys, being rough establishes that connection, and with others, being gentle does. Sometimes, it's hot to do both, starting off gentle and then slapping him once I know he's into it, or slapping him to let him know why he's there, and then rewarding him with some intimacy once he's shown that he can suck uncut cock properly. I remember a particular blowjob from when I was on a business trip to Ottawa, Canada. It's a civil service town with some deeply repressed people. (In California, Sacramento feels similar. I'm not sure about DC, as I haven't spent much time there.) The glory hole in the video booth was medium-size, i.e., not one of those holes where there's just enough room for the shaft of your dick. The guy sucking me was a civil servant type, in slacks and a button-down shirt. The blowjob was getting good. I reached my hand through the side of the glory hole. I could tell he was scared, as if I intended to hurt him. Instead, I caressed his face, and he really go into it, gulping my load down a minute later. If I could replay this today, I probably would slap his face the first time, just to give him an adrenaline rush.

I would. I did, and have the mind-frame for it! Knowing my man is ON-THE-JOB< breeding other guys! Came THIS close to getting into it being a real (long-term) but then broke it off... But for that, indulge me with... STORY-TIME: Actually the very first guy who seriously started 'dating me' when I was a virtual teenager still, barely a year out of the closet, in Los Angeles was a guy I met as 'Bruce' who told me he was IN PORN. He rode a motorcycle and physically, although he was all 'butch' and manly had a smaller frame than me. I never saw the porn he was in back then as for some reason back then it didn't even interest me. I was just impressed and intimidated by guys I met as HIS EX, guys I saw him in nude ads with, and the hot fuckers coming to his house... I actually never knew, or remembered what his porn name was until years later. He was MARK PERRY and was in FALCON porn. Not sure how many he did as the only one I ever saw was UPPERCLASSMEN. He played the big-dicked teacher in it and wore one of those 1970's style moustaches. We played around a whole summer in the early 1980s and he wrote me glowing love-letters and tried to have me be 'his man' and 'move back to San Antonio Texas' with him. He had already quit his job as manager of STUDIO ONE and even introduced me to the (alleged) owner, who was even more legendary with his huge cock than Bruce was... In hindsight, the owner of the club looked me over like 'chicken-ready-to-eat' as back then I had a hard time convincing the bouncers that my ID was NOT FAKE... "Yeah right! You are like 16? 17?" Bruce said: "Oh he (the club owner) wanted you and bust you wide open with that horse-cock of his; break you in and WRECK YOU like he does ALL THE BOYS that come through the office door. You are probably the only one who got away... because you were with me! lol" He relished the idea! Bruce introduced me to a lot of things that were new: HUGE COCKS, poppers, accepting cocks bareback, and even 'promiscuity' as an acceptable lifestyle choice... naked guys suddenly sharing the bed with us.. Problem was: I was like a kid in the candy-store, living with a straight friend on the seedy side of Beverly Hills, West Hollywood and the clubs, boys everywhere. Many of the more masculine ones 'dismissed' me as a twink, but in hindsight I'd say they were just as intimidated by me as I was by them... but Bruce broke the ice for me. Took me everywhere on his motorbike and treated me like a dude, not a 'dumb twink'. But I wasn't about to leave LA as I just started UCLA and even met mainstream producers... one whom I'd be fucking on the regular and do research for on one of his NBC mini-series... that man is married to a big female movie/TV star (to me) and several years later dismissed me as "You are becoming predictable! Too LA!" A lot of 'could have', 'should have', 'would have'! The problem with this potential union was, well generational... it could have worked if I was content to be some 'war bride' in Texas. Might have been fun. But he had DONE IT ALL, fucked every hot guy and was ready to 'settle down'... with a twink husband. One who was coming out, just had his cherry busted by Bruce, who took cock like a champ thanks to the introduction to poppers... and for that summer, an inner whore was coming out of me... I've tried to contact Bruce but his last name is too common and chances are... well you know... but at least he passed on his TRAMP SEED and his propensity for promiscuity! At least I want to think so. One seasoned porn-champ passing on the baton to an aspiring slut. In HINDSIGHT it was hot to think that EVERYBODY in the gay scene he introduced me to KNEW that I took that big porn-cock on the regular, took that man's seed with pride and his DNA and cocky confidence worked itself into my system as I strutted into the clubs with him... "Oh he is obviously FUCKING HIM good! Taking him back to Texas!" Well I stayed behind in West Hollywood Whoreville, but I'm proud to have been ONE, possibly his favorite boy-slut aka BF-to-be in his sizable stable of man-fillies he broke in, seeded and studded. ALL of them bareback... not one ever asking for a rubber in the pre-condom days.

One or two slaps (firm but not splitting) and spit in the face always get me more sub and the more sub I get the better the blow job I give.

I think the bottom Jock got what he wanted out of this weekend. I stared slow and used toy's on him Friday, By the time Saturday was over he not only had my load deep in his guts bet he also took my hand deep inside his gut's I worked his hole for a good hour until I milked every drop of creamy cum from his useless locked up cock. When he left here Sunday afternoon he was locked in chastity and had a Large plug deep in his boy hole as well as diapered seance he was stretched so wide he was having trouble holding the plug in his boy hole. I cant wait for next weekend.

Kenny’s Dad guided Kenny around a little more. At different places either Kenny or his Dad usually got an ass pat or a cock and balls squeeze. Many other private rooms were a jar with guys in assorted actions. Both of their cocks were hard and lightly throbbing, with precum drooling out. The little blue meds from the pancakes was still working on their system, not to mention the special ingredient in the lube in Kenny’s ass. “Dad, my ass is really getting that itch inside. I need your cock to scratch it again.” “I know just the place to take you buddy.” So Kenny was guided to a room with several slings in it. It smelled of cum, sweat and a little of urine. There were three slings still open. Kenny saw all the guys in the room and lightly moaned. “Dad, shit, look at those guys over there, one is fucking the guy in that swing thing, and another has his dick in mouth at the same time. The swing thing kinda looks fun.” “He’s being spit roasted is the term. That swing thing, its a sling. You want to try one out Son?” Kenny and his Dad went over to one of two slings that were empty. One was a well used sling, with the leather being soft and worn, all the edges were blunted with good use. The leg loops had good soft wool on them as well. “Hope up there Buddy. That’s it. Now lay down, and sort of slide up. There you go. Now put left foot through that loop, and rest your ankle loop. Do it that same with the other ankle. Slide back down a little so your ass is right on the edge. How’s that feel Son? You sure look hot with your ass all spread open, that nice fuzzy patch around your hole. Reach up, and put your hands through the loops above you. Fuck, look at you all spread open. Look at those hairy pits.” “Dad, this is making me more horny, being all opened like this. I can feel the air moving over my hole, its making that itch inside become stronger.” Kenny’s Dad kneeled down to Son’s open ass, and started tonguing his fuzzy hole. Kenny’s hold started winking open more, and his Dad’s tongue slide inside Kenny. His Dad’s tongue going as deep as it could, and being fucked in and out of Kenny. “Fuck, that’s hot to watch guys. Seeing a Daddy eat out is real live Son.” The guy from the locker room was there standing beside Kenny, with his huge cock throbbing. He bent down and took Kenny’s left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple following the hair all around the areola, then teasing the nip with his teeth and tongue. Kenny was moaning out loud between having his sensitive nipple being played with, and his ass having a tongue going in and out of it. “Oh fuck, Dad, please I need your cock in me, now. Pleeeease.” His Dad stood up and grabbed the guys big cock, and looked at Kenny, “Buddy, I have another cock in my hand that you may really like. I think it will really go deep and scratch that itch if you want.” “Fuck yes Dad, please I need that itch scratched. Please put it in deep.” “Come on friend, lets get your big cock in my Son’s ass.” Kenny’s Dad pulled the guy by his cock over to Kenny’s ass. He started lubing up the guy’s cock with treated lube. His cock was a good two inches longer than his own, about the same girth. This cock should be able to get into Kenny’s deeper second hole for sure. “Here let me guide you into my Son’s hole, just as a good Dad should do.” He said as he placed the head of the guys cock against Kenny’s hole, lightly pulling him to Kenny pushing the head in a little. “There you go, slide on into my Son, that’s the way, all the way in nice and slow.” Both Kenny and the guy were moaning so loudly, that a few of the other guys looked over that way. “That’s it Son, feel that guys cock going in you, deeper and deeper.” “Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s bumped my nut and going further. Oh shit, it almost feels like he’s going to come out through my dick.” All of sudden Kenny started shaking a little and moaning real loud, and precum was pouring out of his foreskin covered dick. The guy’s cock head must be bumping into Kenny’s second hole. “Oh fuck Dad, his cock feels like its going in me again. Oh shit, fuck me. Push it all the way in.” Kenny was really moaning the loud. So loud that some other guys were starting to circle around to watch Kenny get fucked. “That’s it Buddy, let him in son. He’s at your second hole, relax and let him in. You’ll love it, that’ll get that itch scratched.” All of sudden the guy bottomed out into Kenny, and he was pushed up completely against Kenny’s fuzzy ass. “Fuck boys, he’s tight. His ass is starting to go into over drive in squeezing and sucking my cock. That second hole is nice and tight.” The guy started slowly long dicking Kenny, being sure on every inward push to go right on through the second ring. Kenny kept moving his head from side to side moaning every time the guys cock went in the second hole, and more precum was pouring out. Kenny’s abs were real wet from this. One of the guys in the circle bent over and was licking up Kenny’s precum. Kenny’s Dad stepped behind the guy, rubbing his cocking in his ass valley, feeling his head run up and down the guys sweaty hole. “Push it in Daddy-o. Fuck me while I fuck your Son.” That was all he needed to hear, and slide his cock deep into the guy. Now as the guy was fucking into Kenny, he was sliding into the guy. “Fuck my Son, give him your load. He needs your load in him. I’m going to fuck your load out of you.” As Kenny’s Dad said this, he shoved his cock head against the guys nut, rubbing his nut with quick thrusts of his cock. “Oh fuck, your going to make shoot quick. Oh fuck, you’re making my cock twitch in your boy.” “That’s it. Let it go, give my Son your load. Shoot it deep in him. Shove your cock all the way in.” “Oh Dad, his cock is getting hotter and bigger. Oh fuck Dad, I love it. Oh fuck, he’s so deep in me.” “Shit, I’m about to cum. I’m going to give you my load kid. Ready or not, I’m going to flood your insides.” The shoved himself completely against Kenny’s ass, driving his cock as deeply through Kenny’s second hold as possible. He was doing rabbit thrusts, rubbing his dickhead ridge quickly against Kenny’s second ring. Kenny’s Dad felt the guys ass twitching inside and knew he was about to blast into Kenny. Kenny’s Dad started hard thrusting into the guy, forcing the guys cum to shoot. “Shoot it into my Son, fill him up. Shoot your cum deep.” That was all it took, and the guy on the last inward thrust, started shooting deep into Kenny’s being, his dickhead buried past the second ring. Kenny’s Dad’s thrusting into him driving more and more cum out of him. Kenny was in the throes of what could only be described as a mental orgasm, precum was pouring out of his foreskin, but he wasn’t cumming. Sweat was covering his body, and he was shaking all over. Feeling the heat of the guys cum so deep inside of his body. The guy leaned down over Kenny, his cock still buried deed in Kenny, with Kenny’s Dad also leaned over, his dick still very hard and inside the guy.

I love the booths at the ABSs. Favorite place to spend on a Saturday or a family holiday. There is always tons of cock. I dress accordingly: small but easy to slip off shorts or sweatpants with a small bottle of lube in one pocket and poppers in the other, commando or one of my jocks, a t-shirt, and flip flops. Less to lose, I'm usually naked if I'm in a booth, but roaming around looking my slut uniform fits the requirements and allows any interested tops access to finger my ass, if they are bold enough. One particular Saturday, I had been there since around noon. It was around 3 or 4 when a really tight fit guy about my age came in through the curtain. Jeans, tank top, sneakers, and a ball cap. Hairy chest, scruff, and a killer smile. I had just exited a booth, the taste of semen shellacked the inside of my mouth. We made eye contact and with a look I followed him into a booth. He locked the door behind me. He chose a private booth. We started to make out. Grabbing each other's asses and crotches. Undressing each other as he tasted the last guy's load in my saliva. It seemed to turn him on even more. Once his jeans were to his knees, we started to trade blow jobs. It was so hot. My clothes were in a pile on the floor. He had a really nice slightly bigger than average cock. Cut. Big fat head on it. It felt so good in my mouth. He smelled freshly showered and tasted of strawberries, with his pre was completely intoxicating. I asked him to fuck me. He responded, "I'm normally a bottom, but fuck yeah! I just need to piss first. I'll be real quick." "You don't have to go," I shot back. What did I do? I was in an intensely horny mood. He was so sexy, a lightly furred otter bod with a face to match. "What?" He asked looking me in the eyes. "I'll take it," I said. "I'll drink it, if that's cool?" His cock was rigid. He smiled as he put his hand on my naked shoulder then he pushed me gently to my knees. I placed his flared cock head in my mouth. Patient. Waiting. His cock softened a little before I felt it swell again as his spray of piss shot over my tongue. It filled my mouth in a moment. As I swallowed my own dick was hard and leaking pre. In my head, I was being marked as this submissive's submissive. His stream didn't stop. It was a steady flow. Right to the end. Just a little of his golden warm liquid escaped the corners of my mouth to my chin. I was dizzy from his heady brew. Before I was even aware he had stopped passing he had me turned around and bent over a chair. I felt the head nudge my pucker. There were two loads in my hole. I heard him spit. His cock pushed the spit slimed head against my pucker and he slid in. "Fuck, slut! How much cock have you had in your ass today? There is a lot of cum in you." He went balls deep then pulled out. We both heard the "plop" on the floor. The flavor of his piss lingered on my tongue as he pushed his cock back into me. Without pause, he proceeded to pound my hungry ass. He got a little loud. Smacking my ass. Calling out to some whore he was fucking and asking the dirty slut if he wanted his load. "Yes!" I cried out. "Breed me, stud. I want your bottom seed." I love being used by other bottoms as much as by tops. He deposited his load with the others. He was dressed, kissed, me goodbye, and was out the door before I managed to connect my things. That wasn't the end of my day, but he was fucking hot and memorable.

Absolutely a BIG turn on to fuck a pig whilst he is either blinfolded or with a hood. A ball or spider gag as well is also a turn on. Maybe earplugs on top of that in certain scenarios. And bound is even better! 😈

In my daddy’s sling. He slammed me twice, the highest and I was spinners ng all night and morning dosages I’ve done. He bred me four wet, sloppy times. Then we took a break to go hook up with someone. When we got home, I dived back in the sling, and he bred me really deep three more times. I bled all day today.

My Dick when fully erect has a thick strong upwards curve which seems to give the most pleasure to a pig when fucking him in the missionary position, however I do much prefer to fuck doggy as I am able to get in much deeper.

I've been fucked in alleys, in cars, in a church parking lot, during the daytime, in vacant lots, adult bookstores, theaters, both adult, and regular theaters, video booths, got fucked in a DJ booth once, in bathrooms, bedrooms,,hotels/motels, in my back yard, on the beach, in a cops car, in a school bus (after hours, and everyone involved was an adult), by the side of a busy highway, where people could, and did, see..., in public bathrooms, at malls, and restaurants. I'll take cock and cum anywhere I can get it! Atlantic City, NJ here...

I wonder how many fathers watch their faggot cumdump sons sucking cocks and getting fucked on videos they find online

Something I posted before, my true feelings and experiences of Darkrooms The dark steam room i frequent is small and narrow, always smells of man sweat/poppers/sex. There are naked sweaty guys, hairy, skinny, beefy, pushing and rubbing against your body, breathing on you., hot breath, sexual tension at a High. Some stranger forces his tongue in your mouth whilst many hands are feeling and touching you all over your body, invading you, pulling your ass cheeks apart, fingers probing your hole, a hot mouth sucking on your dick, hands bending/pushing you over, tongues and fingers licking, sucking and opening you up, strong poppers being put under your nose. It moves on further- Your mouth is full of anonymous cock pushing down your throat, sometimes you are gagging and again poppers are put under you to loosen you up. You then feel a strangers hard cock pushing against and into your hole, Somebody puts poppers under your nose, you breath it in deeply, You know that the anonymous cock is entering you; you still have time to stop, still have time to leave, But You don't, It feels great, bad, seedy and dirty but GREAT you bend more, to give more access, you groan, you push back and take it and then he finishes, pulls out, sometimes you get a slap on the ass or a thanks or just fuck all, you stay bent over and many more men then enter you, fuck you, leave their load ready for the next anonymous man. and you never see who these Men are. Fuck, who would not love a darkroom experience, its fucking awesome. Will it ever be the same again?

Generally speaking, the early Treasure Island vids, where performers really enjoyed pig sex and kept changing locations and partners, kept me incredibly hard. Hard because this is what I wanted too. Then, after my last long-term relationship ended some 6 years ago, I wanted to continue bb fun at the bathhouses and at the FukdTO bb sex parties here. I'm still smiling and enjoying myself like they did in those vids, striving to be the best vers pig daddy I can be. Yes, I admit that there have been some STDs along the way, but bb sex feels SO much better and fulfilling in more ways than one (your or my hole LOL!). Their pig sex dared me to become more piggier in my sex life.

This morning, one of my regular fuck boy Dwayne, came over. My own boy Drew and I were so fukkin horny, we hadn't cum for days. We were both buck naked and hard when Drew arrived. We both fucked his mouth while we decided who was first up. Dwayne lay face down on out bed with a pillow under his waist so his ass was in the air. Drew went first - he mounted Dwayne and went up him balls deep and pounded him. I love watching Drew's ass thrust while he fucks. I buried my face in Drew's crack and ate him out while he shot his load into Dwayne. My turn next. I mounted Dwayne and slid easily inside him. Drew's sperm felt so good on my shaft. I pumped Dwayne while Drew gripped my balls tight - I like that. I grunted and emptied my nut sack into Dwayne. I rimmed his ass and licked our loads from his hole. I then got to watch Dwayne breeding Drew. After 30 mins I seeded Drew, enjoying Dwayne's load in his hole.

Chapter 6. On the drive to the sex club, Sam kept working my boy’s cummy hole with his buttplug. We parked and pulled his shorts up, an obscene stain of wet seed oozing out around the plug. We went in the backdoor of a bar and down a steep flight of steps. Sam said to me, ‘I figured he’d like it anonymous, knowing how he feels about blindfolds and strangers’ cum.’ There was an attendant there checking names off a list. Sam confirmed that the cops had reserved a spot for my boy to take ten loads. They’d set up an ad with pics and told multiple men that they should save their loads for the guy in the red jockstrap. Sam led us down a dark hallway to a room with wooden partitions, waist high shelves and circular openings. He told me to wait there and took my boy around a corner. My boy’s legs came through the opening as he shimmied towards the opening, leaving his jockstrapped ass cheeks right at the edge and his legs hanging there. Sam strapped him into place on their side of the wall. I could hear Sam kissing my boy through the wall as I worked that buttplug in and out. I noticed a marker hanging on a cord right by my boy’s ass and shuddered when I realized guys might use it to tally up his load count. Sam appeared and I helped him hoist my boy’s legs into place, exposing his hungry hole. Sam pulled the plug out and pushed my face into the sloppy spillage oozing out. Several POZ loads mixed with ass juice. It tasted delicious. As I feasted on his ruined pussy, Sam smeared some seed on his fingers and forced them into my ass crack. I moaned as Sam tapped my shoulder, and I noticed several men milling about in the darkness. Sam took the cummy buttplug and lined it up with my ass. Already lubed with frothy cum, it slipped in, my boy’s assjuice and cum lube seeping into my own guts. One after another, the men walked up to my boy, worked their hands and cocks into him, leaving him more gaped and more cum-filled than he’d ever been, the whole while Sam teased my ass with that cummy plug. Ten men did indeed breed him that night, and Sam assured me that they were all toxic. He hung around and took photos of the raw dicks sliding into my boy’s greedy pussy. After every other guy, I lapped up what was pouring out of my boy’s ruined cunt. Man #1 – Short and just-this-side of heavy, olive skin, short fat uncut cock with hairy balls. Came deep inside as I massaged his furry sack. He left the first tick mark on my boy’s ass. Man #2 & 3 – They seemed like a couple, one older, one younger. The older guy was nearly bald, saggy pecs and butt, but a big, long slender dick. His partner slid into his ass while the older man rocked back and forth. He pulled out to shoot on my boy’s ass. It was runny and wet. The younger guy smeared his partner’s cum onto his dick and fucked it into my boy. Two more ticks. Man #4 – A really worked out guy with pumped up muscles, sweaty from head to toe. His dick was pretty small and spongey soft. With my boy’s hole so opened up, he mashed it into the cummy mess and my boy’s hole just engulfed it. He had a big biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. I was actively helping a man with a biohazard tattoo raw fuck my boy. He held still while my boy ground his ass onto it and then leaked his load out. Another tick mark. Man #5 – He was beefy, maybe mid-40s, shaved head, wearing a harness. Sam kissed him and guided his dick into my boy. He held the man’s harness and rammed him back and forth into my boy. As he filled my boy up, Sam kissed him hard, then whispered to me, ‘this is the cock that converted me. He’s still unmedicated…’ He was so sexy. As he made a stroke mark on my boy’s ass, bringing the load count to five, ‘Sam tells me you’re getting you boy POZ fucked and stretched out.’ I nodded. ‘Bring him over to my play den sometime. I’ll really stretch him out for you.’ I nodded, hoping Sam would make those arrangements. He added, ‘Your ass is begging for toxic seed too. When can I breed you?’ Sam told him we were still working up to that. Man #6 – Maybe a skater, slender tall guy with tight jeans. He shuffled them down just far enough to slide into my boy’s ass. When he finished, he pulled back. His whole crotch was soaked with seed. I only noticed the scorpion tattoo near his pubes as he started to pull his pants up. He made a new tick for my boy’s sixth load. Man #7 and #8 – The cops showed up, but they’d already bred my boy tonight, so they don’t count, even though they did slide in again, stirring up and churning all of that seed in my boy. They had brought along two friends. These guys were big and covered in tattoos. Sam told me later that they were on parole and the cops kept a close eye on them. They each filled my boy to the brim and each left a tick mark. The cops hung around, lapping at my boy’s pussy then tonguing my hole, lubing my plug up with strangers’ cum. Man #9 – A guy in his 20s, maybe still in college. He looked pretty geeky with floppy hair and glasses, but between his legs, he sported a huge cock. With my boy so stretched it, it slid right in. The guy smiled at me and brought my hands to his dangling low-hanging balls. The guy told me to put them in. I didn’t understand what he was asking, then realized he wanted me to put both his balls inside my boy. That was hot. With both his balls in my boy’s puffy cunt, the guy hammered away and lost his load. He hefted his balls out then wrapped his cock with his hand and put them both inside. He left another tick mark, pulled out with a torrent of seed, and walked away. Man #10 – This guy was hot, sunken cheeks. Big hairy saggy ass. He smiled at Sam, then looked at me. ‘Did you hear this pig’s story? Got himself a boyfriend. The boyfriend helped him become a real slut, even taking POZ loads. So nasty. Sounds like that boyfriend deserves to be filled with POZ cum too!’ My dick drooled at the thought. The man grunted and came deep inside my boy, leaving his load and a tenth tick mark. With ten loads churning in his hole, Sam helped me unlatch my boy’s legs. He suggested I offer the buttplug to my boy. I had forgotten it was even in me, alongside many POZ loads. I pulled it out and eased it into my boy. Sam went around and helped pull my boy back through the hole. I heard them kissing and whispering, something like, ‘Yeah, it’s time…’ The three of us kissed when they reappeared around the corner. Sam led us to a dark room with a double height fuckbench in the middle. Sam guided me to the lower level and had me lay on my shoulder with my ass up, exposing my stretched-out hole. Having been plugged all evening, I felt the cool air inside my own cunt. Sam helped my boy to the upper level, squatting over my open hole. Sam pulled the plug out of his pussy, and my boy released over ten toxic loads in a gush, directly into my own hungry ass. With my own hole fully loaded, Sam worked the plug into my ass and then produced an even bigger one and rammed it inside my boy. ‘There you go, boys. Now, both of you are filled with POZ cum. This is what you both wanted, yeah?’ Sam drove my car back to our place and spent the night. In fact, he spent the next several nights. He now comes by whenever he wants to. With both of our holes ready to accept all cummers, Sam regularly breeds both of us and often brings his friends. I love when a stranger lays down, my boy squatted over his cock, and I get to insert it right into his ruined hole. We still keep a jar of gloryhole seed; it makes the best lube. When I’m harvesting cum, I sometimes let guys cum inside me so I can squeeze it into the jar while my boy watches. I’m glad I was able to open my boy up to his darker fantasies, and that we now share them. The End.

smack me around

Love him slapping me, reminds me what I am

I love being dominated by a top, especially when I am sucking his cock. The focus is on his cock and his pleasure. I shouldn't have to be reminded, but being slapped and corrected is as hot as taking his cock to his satisfaction and receiving his praise. I'm a tool, a toy, a cocksucker for him to use to get his nut. He can shove his fingers in my mouth and have me suck them, whether it's one or four. He can hold my head and pushing his cock deep in my throat. Nose flattened in his pubes. His hands pushing your head against his crotch restricting your air. Waiting for his release. A long slow face fucking. I'm hard just thinking about it.

Thanks Neg4PozPittsburgh for this old BBX posting.. --- I was tired of studying the other day. Logged onto Manhunt. Started jerking off. Got an email from a hot guy in his late 30s. Not normally my type but he had a fuckin banging body. Huge pecs, sleeve tattoo on his arm. Great bulging biceps. Thick uncut dick. He had a tidy trimmed black beard, brown eyes, a thick, manly forehead and black hair. His hairline was receding some which turned me on. Our dialogue follows. "U horny?" he asked. "Yeah." "Hot pics." "thanks. u 2." "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single." "Want me 2 cum over?" "Yeah." "I don't have condoms." "I don't either. If u want 2 fuck better pick sum up on way here." Twenty minutes later my room phone rang. He had arrived. I let him in. He was taller than I and power flowed from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on my bed drinking Coronas. His jeans sported a hefty bulge in the crotch. His hands were calloused from hard work and his skin was tanned. He told me he was a builder. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was long deep and passionate. He pushed me onto my back, pulled my shirt off. In no time we were naked and I was on my knees sucking his big floppy dick which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. He had a great furry chest and legs. Even his hard abs had a black furry coat. Then he pushed me back on my back and sucked me off for a long time. He sucked my balls, licked my piss slit, licked my ass. His tongue got real deep and felt real good. Then he fed me his dick some more and filled my throat. I could barely take it and tried to pull off but he insistently kept his big uncut manrod lodged in my gullet. "You can do it" he said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." He was gentle but I knew I had no choice. He fucked in and out, in and out. Then I felt his thick, rough fingers probing my hole. He got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in my ass and I tightened up. He scraped away. Next I noticed him lubing his cock. "Did you stop to get condoms?" I asked. "No" he replied. "That sucks" I said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" he said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second." He poked in. "See not so bad" he said. I reached up and touched his huge muscular chest and stroked the hair. My hand touched his face. His beard was soft but prickly under my fingers. His dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. He made out with me frantically. I could feel my heart beating like crazy. His raw dick pushed deeper and deeper into my ass and I closed my eyes to picture his precum coating my insides. I moaned. "Ok we should stop" I said. "Yeah, we should" he answered. His chocolate brown eyes connected with mine. He didn't even pause. His dick kept on pushing on in. That's when I felt his balls against my ass. "Oops all the way in" he said. He kept eye contact. "It feels real good." "Are you negative?" I asked. "Yeah, completely" he replied. He started fucking in and out. "Wait stop" I said. "Shhhhhh" he said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" I said. "Its ok I trust you" he said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of my life. "No, stop" I said. "I'll pull out in time to cum, I promise" he said. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. My worries slowly melted and I gave over to the sensations I was feeling. Something huge was invading my guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" I finally said "Bareback me." His eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Fuck yeah" I said. "Give it to me raw man." "Fuck yeah, pussy boy" he hissed. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" I said. I got more and more into it. Eventually he bent me over the bed and rammed me from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then he laid on his back and I slammed myself with all my might, up and down on his unprotected fuckpole. Then he got me back on my back, put my calves on his shoulders, and fucked me till he was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in his head and he started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin' close!" he said. "Don't cum inside" I begged. I grabbed my own cock and started jerking for dear life. He gave me a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry, "FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He pointed his dick DIRECTLY at my hole and let loose what felt like a firehose blast of hot cum right on and in the gaping orifice. Then he plunged back in, balls deep and growled like a hungry angry predator, "SHIT!! SHITT!!!! YEA! FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!!! OH, YEAH!!!!" He looked me in the eyes panting. "Oh that felt so good" he commented. My own dick was still hard in my hand. "Told you I'd pull out in time" he said. "But you just" "Shhhh" he cut in. "It feels really good. Enjoy it." I could feel tons of liquid dripping down my asscrack onto the sheets. "I'm still hard" he remarked, adding "I'm going to cum again, but this time inside you." He plugged my protests with his tongue and his bearded mouth enveloped mine. It hurt when it scratched against me. He started fucking in and out with his cock which was still rock hard. My ass was slick with cum. I kissed him back. It felt so fucking good. I gave over to it and let myself become his cumhole. He made love to me but also made me his object. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. "Yeah, you like that?" he asked. "Yeah" I answered. "You want my cum?" "Yeah, fuckin' cum in me." I was jerking off now. He piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then his face contorted like crazy and he let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yea! TAKE my fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick started shooting squirt after squirt of jizz all over. His cum kept dribbling down my ass as he held his dick in me for a long time. After several seconds he remarked "That was hot." "Yeah, it was" I admitted. He stood and started getting dressed. On the small of his back I noticed a little biohazard tattoo. "What's that?" I asked. "Souvenir tattoo from Miami" he said with a laugh. He kissed me. "That was a great time." I kissed him back. I felt his cum smeared dick getting hard again. "One more" he said. He shoved me face first onto the bed before I could reply and he rammed in balls deep. "AWWWWWW!" he groaned. "FUCK yeah. FUCK!" One stroke, and he shot and just came as deep as he could. "FUCK that's hot. I'm cumming in you." He dressed and left. Now I'm sitting here online looking up what the biohazard tattoo means and I'm getting worried. But it was the fucking hottest time ever. He came over again yesterday. Maybe I'll tell you about that later.

On my knees with the top sitting in a desk chair with spread open legs. His hand on my head or clenching my hair to pleasure him at any cost

Can't wait to read what you have planned for Samson

[think before following links] https://www.boyfriendtv.com/videos/437955/whambamthank-you-man/ I love quickies, because the top has only one goal and that is to use your hole and bust his nut and go! Fucking hot!

I visited the website and they have opportunities in many cities. Redhood for me if I go!

I met a married guy from one of the websites I have a profile. He was kind of shy, said he had played some many years ago but thought he was over it. We met a couple of times, trades some oral, I rimmed him good time which he really liked. We we chatting one day and the subject of fucking came up and he said he'd never fucked a guy. The next time we got together I sucked him to get him really horny and suggested he try it. He insisted on a condom, fumbled a minute putting one on and lost his erection. He was completely embarrassed. I sucked him back to life and had him cum in my mouth. We met a few more times but he wouldn't try to fuck me again. Then, chatting one night, he admitted he still wanted to try it but said he always had trouble keeping it up with a condom on. After agreeing that we were both very safe, he said he'd consider ditching the condoms. Next time we got together we did the usual stroking and sucking and he asked if I was sure about letting him fuck me without a rubber. I grinned big and assured him it was okay. He lubed up and I got on all fours. I could tell when he started rubbing the head around my hole he definitely didn't have performance issues without the condom. He started pushing inside and after a few seconds, my hole relaxed and he slid in deep. His cock is average length but a little thicker then most and felt great. He started fucking me and was doing a great job. He ended pushing me flat down, laying on top of me and fucking me pretty hard. He slowed at one point and asked if I sure I was okay with him cumming in me. I told him I really wanted his load in me and he sped back up the fucking. After a few more minutes he started getting faster, then went deep, groaned and I could feel his cock jerking in me. After he left, I realized what a load he left in me. He must not have cum for days. Looks like I've got another good bareback fuckbuddy.

It was one of those days at work when it seemed like half the office was out with some kind of bug. But I had an itch. I wanted to fuck. So I got online and within a few minutes, a guy and I chatted. I liked his rapid-fire response. He was horny like me and obviously wanted to get it on. He was 41 with a solid bod, or so the pics appeared. He was about 170 and 5 feet, 6 inches tall with light brown hair and a nice goatee. He had some hair pretty much all over, but he was not a bear or even what I'd consider moderately hairy. He worked outdoors, so it was still tan, even here in the dead of a gloomy winter. In the last few moments of directions, he asked me how I wanted to be met at the door. "Naked," I responded. "No prob." Now, I've asked this of others and found, for the most part, people put something on, even if it's just a towel. But when the door swag open wide at his handsome home, I was pleased to see a naked and tattooed man. I pulled him close, kissing him deeply, and automatically cupping one of his ass cheeks. We were upstairs quickly and he was on his knees sucking my cock immediately. I removed much of my clothing leaving my cock sliding into his warm mouth. Letting him fully taste my now leaking cock. I grabbed his chin and bent over, my cock leaving his lips with a pop, until we were kissing deeply again. I finished removing what was left of my clothes in that kiss. I broke away and he looked up at me. Despite this butch man's appearance, it was obvious he craved to be dominated. And I was not going to disappoint. So I pushed him onto his hands and knees to get a closer look at his ass. I spread his cheeks and, with only a moment's pause, dived in tongue-first, jabbing at his pucker. Of course, I slobbered plenty. I love fucking with only spit as lube. Some call it prison lube. Whatever you want to call it, there's something natural about fucking with only spit and ass juice. Adding cum for good measure doesn't hurt either. "Oh fuck yea!" he grunted. "Taste my fuck hole." I dug in deeper, plunging my tongue in for a taste of that sweet, sweet hole. "You gotta taste it too," I came up for air and pulled him up and around, kissing him so he could lick the flavor of his ass off my tongue. And he moaned as he voraciously kissed. I leaned back and guided his head toward my cock. He went down like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He came up for air just a moment. "GODDAMN! I love precum!" He screamed. Then he went back to eating my cock, which I am sure was leaking plenty for him. I pushed him off after a while and hiked him up onto a low chair, pushing his legs high. I went down to that hole for just a moment before coming up on my knees. For the first time, I reached around to the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep snort after opening it and handed it to him. He snorted deeply too and handed me the bottle back. I put the top on. Then I shoved my cock into his hole. I didn't ask if he wanted it raw or not. Didn't really give a shit. I was going to fuck him. There wasn't a protest. Just a loud grunt followed by a deep growl. Someone liked a cock in their ass. So I went to town, fucking the shit out of him, letting him know who was in control. I grabbed the arms of the chair and as I thrusted into him, I pulled on those arms so his ass was coming toward me as my cock was going it. He loved it. After about 10 minutes of non-stop fucking, I pulled out and backed away. His eyes popped open and gazed down at my red, rockhard cock. "Is that precum?" he finally asked, pointing at the bead of pearl on the tip of my cock. "Looks like it." There was a pause, but I knew what he wanted to ask. I didn't give him the chance. I stood up and pulled his face toward my cock. His mouth opened with anticipation, but I held it just an inch or two away. "You want that precum?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said. "You want to taste your own ass juice?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said, with no hesistation. "Ask me then," I said. He looked up at me, swallowed hard and then said, "Please, Sir, might I suck your cock? I would like to taste my ass juice and your precum on it." I looked as if I was contemplating, but then pulled his face to my cock and let him slurp it up. He was digging it. "Do your ass juice taste good, boy?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said, coming off my cock only long enough to answer. I pulled him off and then turned him around to fuck him doggie style. I opened up his ass, seeing a lot of juice already leaking out of it. I scooped a little up. "Open your mouth," I said. He looked around and did so. As I pushed my wet left hand in front of his face and he started licking, I pushed my cock past the barrier again. I continued an assault on his ass, pulling out only to feed my cock to him. Letting him get a good taste of his ass and my precum. The combination of constant fucking, occasionally sucking and plenty of poppers had us ripe with sweat. I finally too him to his bedroom, pushing him flat and face down so I could really fuck him at will. I plunged my cock into his hole. Bare. Raw. By now, sweat was all we needed for lube. He was grunting with each thrust, pushing his ass up to meet my seven-and-a-half-inch cock. "Please, Sir," he said. "What?" I asked, still pushing my cock into his hole. "Would you please shoot your load?" he asked. "It's going deep inside your ass," I said with no emotion. He just moaned. A few minutes later, I was breathing hard. Almost there. Almost. And then I did it, pushing my cock as deep and as far inside as I could go. I let loose. My cock throbbed. "OH FUCK!" he screamed. "I CAN FEEL IT!" And my cum started shooting into his ass. "GAWD-FUCKING-DAMN! Feel that cum!" he screamed and grunted. After a few minutes of recovery, his ass massaging my still-hard cock, I pulled out and rolled over. "Thank you," he said, looking at me. "You're not done yet," I said. "Oh?" he looked. "Clean my cock off, boy," I said. He was only happy to oblige.

I was laying on my back. Legs spread apart, looking at these two, hot muscular men. They were smiling their horny smiles to me and each other. Michael took a step foreward, and approached me. He let some spit drip down on his cock, just before he placed his cockhead on my hole. He slowly inserted it into my ass, inch for inch. When he was balls deep he exhaled deeply, and started thrusting. He kept a steady rythm, fucking me. He didnt go particularily hard, nor too soft. Peter came over to me, stepped up onto the bed, sitting on my face while he made out with Michael. At this point I really enjoyed the whole scene. Peter's ass was hot, his hole was beautiful, and when felt really good when I used my tongue on it. Sitting on me, he was mostly in control, burying my face in his ass. It felt amazing eating it while Michael was fucking me. I was really their toy now. Peter was right, Michael came rather quickly. Thinking of the fact that we had been playing for hours, I was surprised he suddenly came so quick. I noticed he changed tempo and force, thrusting faster and harder. "I'm close", Michael remarked. "Fuck yeah. Fill this slutty hole with your cum. Breed him well, and ampty your balls inside him" Peter said with great energy. "Mmmmm", was all I could say from inside Peters tasty ass. "He wants your cum, Michael. He needs it, he really does. All that sperm inside him, fill him up. Give him that cum. All that you got." Peter continued. It was right. Peter was a verbal genius. It was after this that I checked out Damien Silver. No wonder Damien and Peter were friends. Continuing to be verbal, and make the situation horny as hell, Peter was almost directing the scene. Michael got closer and closer, Peter asking him to come inside me. While this was happening he moved away, and stuck his cock down my throat. I really got familiar with the taste of Peter this night. I would recognize it any day. Michael came inside me. He was thrusting, then suddenly stopped, and just pressed deeper and deeper. Leaning foreward, cramping a bit while pumping his cum into me. He moaned like nothing I had heard before. It was maybe the most satisfied sound I ever hread. Peter however, didnt take any break. He kept throatfucking me the whole time. "Hell yeeeah! Thats good, pump him full, Michael! Fill his ass with your ball juice. Empty your balls in him. Fuck yeah!!" I was horny as fuck, and had I not gagged on Peters cock, I would have begged for his load too. Michael continued some minutes with slow thrusting, just to make sure all drops of cum were inside me. Then he pulled out carefully. Peter let my throat go, and jumped off the bed. He gave Michael a kiss and pat on the back, saying "Good job. One load inside, one to go!" ...

I got a guy likes me blindfolded, he comes in, puts his hand in there for a while, shoves his cock in my mouth till he rolls me over and rides me

I had a lot of work, so I couldn’t report my adventures. Saturday a regular fuckbuddy texted me whether he could ask me a great favour. I was sure that he wanted something big. He wanted only to spend the Sunday night with me. He lives in country and Monday he had a job interview in Budapest early morning. He said that he had awful nights before, he was tired so he couldn’t promise to have sex. I like him, so I let it. However, I was sure that we would fuck because we always fuck. He arrive just before the starting of the curfew. We had some chitchat and around ten pm we decided to go to bed. He said again that he was tired. His closeness made me horny, so I had to jerk off. I laid next to him naked and I was slowly stroking my cock. We were talking about sex and watching Twitter videos on my phone. After a while he said that he was ready. First I didn’t understand and thought that he wanted to sleep. But I was wrong. He was rockhard. I knew it. When I touched his hardon, I started to suck him immediately. I gave him a nice deepthroat when he declared that there is the tome for fuck. I turned on my all fours and he fucked me. He was fucking me for quite long when he gave me his for four day collected load. Next day I wanted to have a rest when another fuckbuddy in the end of my street texted me that he wanted my cock and hole. I hesitated but he said that another guy was with him. It was funny because the guy was the one with I had sex last week. It became a real long session threesome. We fucked each other. I was many times in the middle which is my favourite. After hours, the other guest left. We continued the one on one session till I unloaded the host. Unfortunately, next days were full with work and lack of sex.

I'm a bit of a broken record on here, but my favourite position is the one I'm put in, or told to get in. I do really enjoy doggy though, particularly with my face down, back arched, legs spread, ass up, hands on my ass cheeks spreading them. Or fingers in my hole and spreading that, especially if it's had a bit of a stretching already and I can gape it. Bonus points if it's dripping with cum and J lube.

Of course. You’re probably a sub like me so. We get off on being used, abused, and made feel inferior by the man we have the good fortune to be sucking/have fucking us. It’s his right to do as he pleases with us, and so much the better if that’s to physically let us know he’s superior. Now go get your ass spanked, your hair pulled, your neck choked, large objects shoved in your hole, led around on a lead, spat on, used as a footstool, a fuck toy for his friends, etc etc. Enjoy it :)

Part 2: After feeling the burning inside of my hole, I turned around to protest what he just did, but before I was able to say anything, I felt his tongue on me. The sensation on top of being high sent shivers up my spine. I was not able to speak, and gasped in total ecstasy. I arched my back and spread my legs got better access. I dug my face into the sofa as I felt sexy, horny, and unable to do anything except for accept his tongue as it probed deep into me. I pulled my face up now feeling my heart beat in my hole, I said, “Please more, I want more.” He responded with, “yeah? You want more?” I begged, “please take me.” I felt him get up on to the sofa, and he handed me some poppers. He said, “you are going to need this.” Confused, I turned around and that is when I saw his monster. His profile on BBRT said large, but I didn’t know what large was until that day. With a mix of fear and lust, I opened the bottle and took three deep sniffs. The poppers made head spin and my hole felt hot. It was empty and it needed to be filled. He said, “you get all of me.” He took out a bottle from under the coffee table, it looked like a black bottle of lube and I saw him put some silicon lube on his hand. After his monster was silky and shiny, I saw him take some crystals and place on the tip of his dick. He told me, “bite down on the sofa cushion.” I bit down on the cushion, and he started to enter me. The head alone caused me to converse in pain, but then he then placed a pillow on my lower back laydown completely on me. In a single movement, he forced his way in. I felt like I was being split in two. I felt my soul leave my body, and nothing but splintering pain. As I tried to scream, he then buried my head into the sofa and said, “just let the crystals work, I wont move, just give it a second.” It felt like 3 hours of nothing but my body breaking in half. I squirmed in revolt, but he kept saying, “let the crystals work,” and started to kiss the back of my neck. I tried to wiggled left and right, but slowly the pain went away. What felt like a dry fist started to feel warm, as started to relax, I found myself now grinding on him. I could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “told you. Are you ready?” Instead of speaking I arched my back and pressed my ass toward him, making his manhood go deeper into me. He responded by removing the pillow and pulling the sides of my ass to him forcing me to a doggy position. Even with all of this movement, his penis stayed in my hole. Then I felt him lean back pulling his shaft out from my hole. He said, “No blood. Good boy.” I felt a deep emptiness and begged, “please, give it back to me.” Without missing a beat, I felt him plunge into me, but this time instead of pain, I felt warmed and please causing my eyes to roll back into my head. As he started to move his hips, each stroke, each movement, made my knees buckle. I was under his total control. As his tempo started to increase, I begged for more. I continued him to fuck me harder and deeper. Then I felt him wrap his arms around my hips, and what happened next forever changed me. I felt as if I was riding a mechanical pull, the rate and pace of his body turned me into a puddle. This was no longer just fucking, this was him claiming me. After what it seemed to be hours of this, I felts his manhood get harder. He pushed me down so I was completely laying down on my stomach. He started to convulse on me, and his body tightened my body. I heard him say, “take my seed.” I screamed, “give it to me.” I felt the warmth of his body, but now a warmth deep in my hole. At that moment I could only feel his breath on my neck and a heart beat in my hole. I was not able to tell if that was my heart beat, or his radiating from his shaft. As he slid out of me, and said, “you good?” I responded with, “yes.” He said, “thank you, I needed that. Do you want to take a shower?” “That would be great.” As we soaped up our bodies in the shower he asked me, “you still horny?” I responded with a resounding, “yes, I need more.” He said, “good, we are not done yet.” … Part 3 to come.

Please can we have more

I suspect that I sometimes annoy potential tops by asking their status but I do it because I’m trying to make it clear very quickly that I’m comfortable with their answer regardless of what it is. But I find that gives me a very natural segue into reassuring them that I’m not only ok with their response (whatever their answer), I’m turned on by the idea.

Part II of II (for now). Vince moved his hand underneath Seth’s jock and cupped his ass without waiting for any response. His palm practically covered one cheek, while his fingers extended into Seth’s crack and rubbed the entrance to the kid’s hole. Vince led Seth down a dark corridor that fed into another, even darker room. The other men followed, stroking their own hard, drooling cocks. When Seth’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out slings, fuck benches and sex furniture throughout the room. Chains, ropes and slit slings hung from the dark ceiling. On one wall, shelves were lined with dildos and plugs, from small to obscenely huge. On another wall, there were floggers, paddles, prison straps and restraints of all sorts. The room smelled of cigars, cum and poppers. A low rhythmic beat came from somewhere beyond the darkness. It was warm and humid. The floor was sticky. “And this . . . this is what we call the ‘play room,’” Vince hoarsely whispered in Seth’s ear. “but tonight, maybe we should call it the pozzing room.” Vince’s fingers started to push against Seth’s hole. Hawking a wad of spit, Vince pushed half of his middle finger into his target. Seth unconsciously arched his back, spread his legs and ground his butt against Vince’s thick finger. “Yeah, horny little fucker, aren’t you?” Vince thrust in his entire finger and began strong, circular motions to warm up the freshman’s cunt. Seth rode one, then two, then three spit-soaked fingers. “Oh yeah, that’s it, boy, ride that hand.” Vince discretely added his precum to the spit lube and continued to stretch out Seth’s hole. “Fuckin’ hot hole, boy,” Vince purred. “That’s going to feel nice around my poz cock.” Unknown hands, meanwhile, worked Seth’s body and nips. Bob’s sticky fingers parted Seth’s lips. Bob pushed several into Seth’s mouth. Seth coated them with spit, tasting Bob’s precum. Slowly but insistently, Bob pushed his fingers deeper back into Seth’s throat, making Seth gag. “That’s it, boy,” Bob encouraged, as he pushed even deeper, “gag for me, kiddo. That’s it. Take it, boy.” Seth was slobbering and lubing up Bob’s hand when Bob growled, “Let’s get this boy bent over, NOW.” The men bent Seth over the nearest fuck bench in a dark corner. He kneeled on pads at one end, and his forearms were placed on padded rests towards the front. His thighs were spread wide, and his ass was elevated by a padded mound at the end of the bench, totally rendering his hole vulnerable to four drooling cocks behind him. Before he realized what was happening, the men tied Seth’s wrists, waist, thighs and ankles to the bench, which in turn was firmly bolted to the concrete floor. Seth couldn’t move if he wanted, and curriously, he had no desire to go anywhere. Instead, Seth gyrated his ass in hunger and ground his dick into the padded bench. His enticements didn’t go unanswered. The first glob of spit hit the center of Seth’s hole with such force it splattered. Then another wad hit him - bullseye. Then another, and another. An onslaught of spit, coming from different directions, drenched Seth’s ass. The mucus ran down Seth’s balls. Various fingers, sometimes doubling up, took turns pushing the slime deep up Seth’s hole, until Seth’s ass was a leaking mess of spit and precum from all four men. Seth’s ass was already in overdrive when he felt Vince’s hot breadth and beard on his ass. “Fuuuck,” Vince muttered as his mouth clamped down on Seth’s hole. Vince was voracious. He tongued, sucked and bit like a starved animal, all the while adding more spit up Seth’s soaked hole. Vince finally came up for air and stood. His thick, pierced cock aimed straight at the kid’s open hole. Someone cracked a capsule under Seth’s nose and made him inhale. Seth went into the ozone as Vince speared the kid’s hole with half his pierced dick. Seth only groaned. Vince moved his cock slowly back and forth, sinking more of his piece into Seth with every forward motion. Vince was mildly surprised when his unloaded a couple of small squirts, but continued silently to thrust back and forth, until his cock was balls deep up Seth’s gut. He ground his PA and poz fluids into the walls of Seth’s ass for a couple of minutes. The kid was only making sounds, and none of them protests. So Vince pulled back and thrust hard and deep one more time. He immediately unloaded huge ropes of viral-laden cum into the kid’s cunt. Vince knew it was only his first load of the night. He could cum like a twenty-one year-old when inspired like this. He just wanted to get a load in before the young man began having second thoughts. The “slow foreplay” idea was quickly forgotten. Someone fed Seth another ampule of amyl while Bob took Vince’s place. Bob’s dick was thick and long, but Seth pushed back enthusiastically against Bob’s groin, encouraging the older stud to tear up his ass and deposit his own DNA. Bob did not disappoint. This time Seth yelped from Bob’s pummeling, but he never indicated he wanted it to stop. Like Vince, Bob did not hold off very long, and soon added a huge dose of virus into Seth’s tenderized ass. Bob continued to lewdly thrust his hips forward for several minutes, trying to get squeeze every drop into the horny kid. Kirk walked over to a shelf, and came back with what appeared to be a long bottle brush. He stood in front of Seth’s face and spoke for the first time while stroking the brush like a dildo. “Care for a little cleaning?” Kirk smiled. The bristles were stiff. Seth’s eyes widened. “Just something to scratch your insides a little – for my special delivery.” This time Seth did yell “noooooo,” but the men held Seth down, and gave him more amyl while Kirk worked the brush up Seth’s ass. Kirk thrust and twisted only a few times before he pulled the brush out and dropped it to the floor. His long dick was already smeared with poz cum when he shoved it deep into Seth’s ass. Like clockwork, he, too, quickly unloaded into the kid and spurted off five or six shots. Seth was soaked, inside and out. His ass was gaping and leaking thick cum which covered his balls and dripped to the floor. Frank began to take up position when Seth asked if he could stand up and take a break for a few minutes. The men agreed - Frank, most reluctantly. They plugged Seth’s ass and went back to the “social room.” While drinking and smoking, Vince asked Seth whether he might be up for some fisting later. Seth said he was open to the idea, but doubted whether he could take a fist after the rough fucking. “But definitely up for a few more rounds, if anyone else is,” Seth grinned. Frank whooped and grabbed his crotch when the metal door opened and the late arrival entered. Both his and Seth’s mouths dropped to the floor. “Seth??” barely came out of the man’s mouth. “Dad?” Seth answered increduously. “Son, what the fuck?” Seth hadn’t seen his Dad in years. His Dad provided well for Seth financially, but lived a separate and private life on the coast, away from Seth, his Mom and her new husband. The thought occurred to Seth to visit his father after Seth went off to college, but the thought hadn’t developed into any plan yet. “Whoah, whoah, whoah.” Vince interjected, taking some control over a disaster in the making. “Max, have a smoke. Or two. Seth, you just sit there. I know this is a shock to you both, but let’s talk this out. Seth, we didn’t know Max is your Dad, and Max, we didn’t know our neg boy here was your son. That said, we are where we are.” Vince thought for a second. “Seth, your Dad is one of us. Maybe more than any of us, he is very, very into spreading his virus. He’s actually the one who came up with the idea of this group. Max, don’t react, just listen. Believe it or not, your son is turned on by getting his college butt filled with poz cum. It excites him. He wants it. He’s got a hot little cunt, too - horny and negative. He craves poz cum, whether he could tell you that to you or not. And Seth, don’t deny that you and Jack also got off on trading incest stories, and talking about Dad/Son fucking. Hear that, Max?” Max nodded, silently. “So we can just end this all now and everybody goes home, or we can maybe turn this into something else. You two could make a wet dream true, and agree that what happens here won’t affect who you are to each other outside these rooms.” “Is that true, Son?” Max asked. “You get turned on by a man pumping poz sperm up your ass?” “Yeah, Dad.” Seth admitted in a low voice. “And the incest stuff?” Max added, “You want your old man to breed your ass?” “Yeah, Dad. Is it true you went off your meds so you would be infectious?” Seth asked. “Yeah, Son, I’m more than infectious. My cum is likely toxic.” “And you want to . . . infect me?” Max paused, “Fuck yeah I do. All I could think about for two weeks is pumping this load into some hungry hole. And that hole turns out to be you. I won’t deny it; you’re not the only one who gets off on incest. I'm resisting right now, but I won’t be able to control myself if this goes on much further. Just talking about this is dangerous.” Max addressed that last comment to Vince. Vince grinned as Max took a fourth drag on his smoke. Seth checked out his Dad smoking at the door. He reminded Seth of a former marine sergeant. His Dad had a short, silver buzz cut. His denim shirt was opened to the waist and revealed a fit, hairy torso. Max spread his legs when he noticed Seth’s eyes moving lower to his waist. He knew what was going on in his son’s mind. His thick fuck tool hung down his left thigh. It pulsed visibly through the tight jeans. Seth groaned and got hard again. Max swung the metal door. It closed with a loud clang. Without a word, Seth stood up, turned around, and knelt on the worn leather chair. He arched his back, pushed his ass out, and removed the butt plug along with several globs of cum. “Fuck me, Dad. Make me even more like you.” Max undid the buttons of his jeans while strutting towards his son’s upturned ass. Yeah, his cock was a monster. A drooling monster. It jutted straight out, and got thicker and longer by the second. Seth reached back and lewdly spread his cheeks to show his father his cum dripping hole. Max hissed in approval. He placed his huge drooling cockhead at the entrance to Seth’s hole, and spread the toxic goo up and down. “So my neg son craves poz cock?” Max’s voice was guttural, different. “Oh god, yeah, Dad, breed me.” “I’m going to, kid. With my virus. And with the dick that made you.” Vince fed them both plenty of amyl, and Max shoved his giant cock into Seth in one thrust, causing Seth to cry out. “Forgot to tell you, Seth,” Vince whispered, “but your Dad is also the roughest fucker here. Better have some more amyl.” Max was rough. He fucked like an animal. Seth’s ass got even more torn up, and he loved every second of it. Max shoved with such force the chair slid across the floor to the wall, at which point Max felt multiple blasts of toxic cum being sprayed into his son’s guts. Both father and son screamed at the top of their lungs. Max had not cum so much in years. “Oh, fuck, are we ever going to have some fun.”

10. Jay Even after Doug dropped his thick load in my hole, his dick remained impressively hard. I had expected his shaft to grow limp and for his pace to slow down before his dick fell out of my well-fucked hole. But instead, Doug's shaft remained hard and he continued to thrust in and out of my hole. Each stroke pushed the accumulated jizz deeper into me and spread it out along my hole. Just six hours ago, I would have never dreamt of being fucked so intensely. But now, after several guys had used me, each one depositing his load inside of me, it felt almost natural. "Fuck," I moaned. Aiden was now standing in front of me, his body pressed up against mine. I was sandwiched between these two men, their bodies pressed up against my own torso, holding me in place as one of them forced his dick into my almost virginal hole. Even though it was a rough, aggressive fuck, I felt safe between the two men. Doug was nibbling on my back, whispering something I couldn't quite catch, but made me feel safe. "Oh god, that feels good," I grunted. Doug had just pressed the full length of his dick into me and pushed a thick load of spooge deep into my guts. It felt so honorable and perfect to be taking these loads and, in the moment, I couldn't imagine any other way to fuck. "Damn," I moaned once more. "Feel good?" Aiden asked. I nodded in reply. I was starting to lose track of where I was, of what had happened. All I cared about was that feeling of dick in my hole. It was a little scary letting go and letting Doug take such advantage of me. But It felt so fucking right at the same time. "It's good," Aiden whispered in my ear. "Let him fuck you." I lost myself in the deep, repetitive thrusts. Doug was an expert cocksman, and he knew how to fuck me. Plus, as Doug pounded my hole, Aiden held me tight, kissing me and whispering reassurances in my ear. I could feel his cock press against my groin and my leg; it was just as hard as Doug's and I couldn't wait to feel it in me. Despite enduring the reality of Doug's cock, I lost track of time, pushed forward by dreaming the fantasy of Aiden's dick. "You gonna cum again?" Aiden suddenly interjected. I looked back, as best I could with Aiden's broad arms wrapped around my torso. I could just barely see Doug in the low light. His face was locked in an ecstatic determination; he was on the edge of cumming a second time. I tightened my ass; I wanted to milk that load out of him and make him anoint my hole once more with his fluid. "DAYUM," Doug grunted, and he slammed his cock deep into me. "Fucking sweet hole on you boy. Getting a second load. Fucking milking me dry." "Give it to me," I moaned, and pressed back against his dick. In my gut, I felt the familiar warm bloom that I now knew to mean Doug had just shot another load into me. There was a second and a third jet of cum into me; the sequel was at least as good as the original. "Fucking hungry hole on you boy," Doug grunted in my ear, as he shoved his dick back into me, and spurt twice more into my hole. "You and I gotta play again soon. I'm gonna have to get to know this hole properly." He shoved his dick back in once more, and a sixth spurt of semen landed in my gut. The warmth from his cock was spreading across my body and made me feel protected and safe. Although I hardly knew Doug, I felt comfortable around him. Certainly, comfortable enough to meet with him again and to let him cum in my hole once more. "I'll make sure that happens," Aiden said. Doug had stopped pounding my hole and I felt his cock soften. I squeezed my hole one last time, in order to get the last drops of semen from him. I was dreading being empty but at least Aiden had promised to fuck me next. "Do that," Doug said and he slowly pulled his dick out of my hole. "I can't wait." He leaned against me, his hairy chest now wet with sweat from his intense fucking. "Looking forward to our next time," he whispered in my ear. "I'll make sure it's a big load." "Me too," I said, although my mind had already leapt ahead, hungry for more dick. I didn't want to wait to get back to Aiden's apartment; every second without my ass being filled was an eternity of torment. I wanted Aiden to fuck me right there, in the open and in front of all these unknown men. "So badly," I managed to say, right as Doug stood up, and stepped back. "Can't wait," Doug said, and he left me, still in Aiden's arms. Aiden leaned in and kissed me. It was a long kiss, deep and intimate. I let his tongue explore my mouth and longed for his cock to do the same. As he kissed me, Aiden let his hands drop down, finding my ass, and gently pulled apart my butt cheeks. The air was cool against my exposed asshole, but it felt good. I spread my legs slightly, giving him easier access to my hole. "Feeling good?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Really good." "You want to go back to my place?" he asked. "And I can finally get into that hot ass of yours." He pushed a finger against my hole. It slid in easily, using the accumulated lube from all the men who had the pleasure of fucking me. "Damn," he said. "That's a wet hole." "Doesn't have yours in it yet," I said. "I want you to cum in me." I was surprised but not shocked to hear myself say that. It felt natural to ask another man to cum in me, especially a man like Aiden. "Don't worry," Aiden replied. "I'm gonna cum in you. Many times. But not before getting to enjoy this hole." His finger had slid deeper into me, but it was more a cruel tease having neither the length nor the girth of what I felt trapped behind his underwear. "Let's go," he said and kissed me long and deep. As we kissed, another man came up behind me, and pressed against me. For a moment, I thought it was Doug returning, but he was both shorter and less hairy than the earlier man. "I heard you had brought a new friend," the stranger said. Aiden broke off the kiss, and looked up, over my shoulder at the new man. "Edward," he said, smiling. "Yeah," he said, turning me around to face the new man. "This is Jay. Jay, meet Edward." I looked him over; I guessed him in his mid-thirties, a bit shorter than me, but sporting a big cock in his tight white jockstrap. He had a beard, and there were flecks of grey in it. Even though he was shorter than me, I could feel the masculine power and energy radiating off of him. I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him and worship his cock. "Hi," I said. I was almost blushing; despite my arousal, my dick was still limp. I was embarrassed for a man like him to find me like this. I wanted to ask him to fuck me, but somehow, I wasn't able to say it. "Hi," Edward said, then turned his attention to Aiden. "Damon told me about him. Sounds like he's just the way I like." "I know how you like them," Aiden said. "That's why you can't have him. At least not tonight." "Ha!" Edward said. He turned back to me. "Aiden's taking care of you?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement. Aiden had wrapped one arm around me and the other hand was covering my too-soft dick. "You been having fun?" he continued. I nodded as well. Edward reached down and pushed Aiden's hand out of the way. He played briefly with my cock. This time I did blush, ashamed of my impotence. But he only brushed lightly over my cock and instead settled on my balls. Edward squeezed them gently. It was just enough for me to gasp slightly; that elicited a broad smile from Edward. Aiden pulled me a bit closer to him. "He is taking good care of you," Edward said. Still holding onto my balls, he continued. "You been partying tonight?" My feeling of befuddlement must have been obvious. "You know, smoking the glass pipe?" He squeezed slightly, a reminder that I had to tell the truth. I remembered the pipe Tucker had shared with me. "Yeah," I said. "I did." "That's my kind of boy," Edward said, but Aiden didn't loosen his hold on me. He pulled out a thin black case. "You want to keep the party going?" he asked. He turned to Aiden. "You mind if I share a bowl with the boy? You want to join?" "It's been a while for me," Aiden said. "A few months now." I blushed again, and my cock shrank even more. I had just admitted to using drugs in front of these two men. I wondered what Aiden would say next, right after he had said he hadn't used in so long. "But I bet the boy would enjoy it." He turned to me. "I know you can handle it. Just know your limits." A pause, then he turned back to Edward. "Know your limits too," he said, with a bit of an edge in his voice. "Of course," Edward said, with a hint of defensiveness in his voice. But it disappeared as he smiled, holding up a glass pipe just like the one I shared with Tucker and Damon. "You sure you don't want to share?" he asked. The pipe was close enough that I could see the details I had missed the first time, the details like the slight imperfection at the edge of the hole at the top, the milky whiteness of the long tube, or the beautiful crackle of the white drug in the bowl. Each one drew me in and reminded me how good I was feeling. I didn't want to stop it, not yet at least, when there was still the rest of the night to play with Aiden. "You go first," Aiden said to me. "Do a good hit for me." It wasn't clear if he was giving me permission to do party with Edward or if he was saying that he was going to join the two of us in sharing the pipe. I remembered how it had felt when Damon had shotgunned the hit to me with his dick buried in my ass. I wanted to share that same feeling of closeness with Aiden. But first, Edward lit the torch and held it under the glass bowl. I watched as the drugs melted and smoked, and then he stuck the stem into his mouth. He inhaled slowly and carefully, draining the bowl several times. Once his lungs were full, he took the pipe from his mouth, and stuck it into mine. "Do it," he said to me, holding the torch under the bowl. I had gathered the basics from earlier, and following Edward's lead, I inhaled deeply. The clouds were so much smoother than the weed I normally smoked, and it was easy to take a big hit. "That's what I want to see," Edward said. "Now, hold it for me." As he spoke, I could see him exhale a thick cloud right into my face. "That smells good," Aiden said. "Brings back memories." "Do a hit," Edward said. "Just enough to get you in the mood." "I'm not sure," Aiden said. I wanted to tell him to do it. I wanted him just as relaxed and carefree as I was. I wanted him as intense as Damon had been. "Shotgun him," Edward told me. I leaned back, and Aiden met my lips with his. I exhaled my hit into his mouth and he inhaled, letting his lungs fill up. "Fuck, that's hot." He was stroking his jockstrap, his bulge straining against the fabric. Aiden and I kissed more, his tongue exploring my mouth. "That's good shit," Aiden said, finally exhaling the thick cloud. "Really good." "You know I have the best," Edward said. "You want another hit?" he asked. Aiden paused for a second, thinking. Finally, he spoke. "Yeah," he said. "I do." He smiled at me. "But give it to him," Aiden continued. Edward put the pipe back in my mouth, and we enacted the now-familiar ritual of heating the drugs and inhaling the thick clouds. I kissed Aiden again, and exhaled the hit. We repeated this twice more, the two of us feeling the freedom of the crystal hitting our blood. "Do one with Edward," Aiden finally said, as he exhaled a dense white cloud. "Fuck yeah," Edward said. "You ready for this?" he asked. I nodded, and he took the pipe from me. He stuck it in his mouth and I watched him hit it. Once more, he took his time, making sure the bowl was always full of the white vapors. "I like partying with you," Aiden whispered in my ear. "A lot," he said. I was transfixed Edward, watching him continue to hit the pipe. I had the presence of mind to nod. The drugs were hitting me hard and the familiar sexual urges were ricocheting around my head. "Me too," I finally said. "Good," Aiden said. "We'll do that." Edward took the pipe out of his mouth and smiled at me. "Your turn," he said, and pressed his mouth against mine. There was no mistaking who was the dominant man here; before I realized what I was doing, I had opened my mouth and let his tongue force its way into me. He exhaled and a condensed cloud of pure bliss filled my airways. "You got a pipe?" he asked Aiden. "I think I do." "Tell you what," Edward said. "If you have Jay here return it, you can borrow my pipe. Just in case." My heart jumped. As I gasped, the cloud escaped my lungs and engulfed my head. "One more hit for you, I think," Edward said. He put the pipe in his mouth. It was still warm, so it only took a second before the bowl filled up. This hit was bigger than the previous one. "Sounds good to me," Aiden said. "I bet Jay would like that. Wouldn't you Jay?" I heard Aiden, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Edward. He was staring at me, his brown eyes studying me, seemingly seeking out my weaknesses and vulnerabilities. "Yeah," I finally said, immediately worried that I had taken a step too far. Edward removed the pipe. He winked at me, then leaned in and we kissed. I expected him to exhale immediately, but instead we kissed. I was hungry for everything he would give me -- his tongue, his drugs, but most of all, I was once more craving cock. "Yeah," I said, taking a second to catch my breath. "I would like it." Edward exhaled and my lungs inflated with the thick cloud. I had no real idea what drug I was taking, but it was the last thing I was concerned about. All that mattered was getting another hit. "We're going to have so much fun," Edward whispered, his lungs now drained into mine. "Just the two of us. Getting to know each other properly." He reached down and grabbed my balls. He squeezed, once more finding that perfect pressure right at the edge of pain. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." He squeezed just a little harder and I gasped. The thick cloud escaped, and my head was swirling with agony of his playing with my balls. "Careful, now," Aiden muttered. There was a growl in his voice and my hole twitched at the depraved masculinity. "Right," Edward said. He released his hold on my balls and in relief, I exhaled the last of the hit. Edward stepped back and stuck the pipe and torch back in the case. From the waistband of his jockstrap, he pulled a small baggie, and put it in the case as well. "Teener for you. I want it well smoked when you bring it back." "Don't worry about that," Aiden said. His arm was still wrapped around me, holding me tight, seemingly protecting me from Aiden. "He's gonna be wanting more soon enough." "And I've got it," Edward said, grabbing his crotch. He had the cocky swagger of a confident older man which let him pull off such a bro move. "Leon's here tonight," he said to Aiden, before closing the case and handing it to him. "Perfect," Aiden said. "I'll make the connection." "Aiden knows my number," Edward said to me. He leaned in and kissed me one last time. "Looking forward to our time together," he said, before disappearing back into the crowd. Once more, it was just Aiden and myself. He turned me back around, facing him. "Let's get ready. I can't wait to get inside you." I nodded in agreement. My mind was racing, thinking about everything that we would do, and I didn't want to wait. I leaned in and kissed Aiden. "I want you inside me," I said. "So badly." I pressed my body against him. His cock was hard; I reached down and tried to pull his underwear off. "We have all night for that," Aiden said, as he pushed my hand away. "One last friend for you meet." We stepped away from the corner, and Aiden pushed his way through the crowd. "If I know him, he'll be by the bar," Aiden said, as he pulled me through the mass of men. The men were less dressed, and most were coated with a layer of sweat that came with fucking. Occasionally a man would grab my ass; once a man pressed his finger against my hole. I had to force myself not to reach back and spread my ass open for him. The crystal had hit me hard; all I could think about was getting close to another man, feeling his hard penis press into me, and then shoot a big load in my hole. I remembered how warm I had felt when the other men came inside me and how safe and protected it made me feel. I wanted to feel that feeling again. "I see him," Aiden said. "By the bar, of course." I looked over to where Aiden indicated. There was a pool of light illuminating the table; there were various bottles of liquor and beer all over it. There was a guy a little shorter than me with thick brown hair and a beard. He looked like he was only a few years older than me. Like the other men in the room, he was naked, except for a dark green backpack slung over one shoulder. "Leo," Aiden said. "Wow. Aiden Wolfe. Didn't expect to meet up with you," he said. "How's it going? And who's your friend?" He looked up and checked me out, lingering on my still-soft dick. "Leo, this is Jay," Aiden said. He turned to me. "Jay, this is Leo, another old buddy of mine." "He means I was his dealer," Leo said. "I see you've been enjoying your night here." "He has," Aiden answered for me. "And looking to keep the party going. You got a teener?" "Of course," Leo said. "$75." "I'll get my wallet," Aiden said. "Take care of Jay while I'm gone." "Of course," Leo said, and pulled me in close. His furry chest brushed against mine and his cock hit my thigh. "You're a sexy one," he whispered in my ear. The thick fur of his mustache tickled a bit, but also sent a tingle down my spine, right to my hole. "Thanks," I murmured. I was trying to stay still, but every muscle in my body was taut, dying for the merest brush of his body against me. "You too," I said, and finally forced myself to reach out and stroke his cock. It had been easy to see that he was already erect, but it took touching him to realize just how hard his cock was. It wasn't as huge as Damon's, or what Aiden seemed to have, but it was still very respectable, with a good thickness to it. "You want that inside you?" Leo whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I replied. "Me too," Leo said. "First time here?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. Leo glanced down; even in the narrow space between us, I knew he could see my cock. Unlike his rugged and erect manhood, my cock was still painfully soft. "Partying, I take it?" "Yeah," I said. In the moment, I was totally unable to meet his eyes, and felt myself blush. "It happens. I took a V," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. His beard was softer than I expected when it rubbed against my face. "Can I fuck you?" he whispered to me as he broke off the kiss. "You are so fucking sexy." "Yeah," I said. I shivered in anticipation. His dick was warm against my skin. It would feel so good when he slid the full length of it into me. "Please. Fuck me." "I haven't cum yet tonight," he said. The crystal racing through my veins allowed me to believe him when he said it. I wanted to get every drop of his cum in my hole. "Give it to me," I said. Aiden was going to be back any moment, but it didn't matter. No matter how close Aiden lived, it was still going to take too long to get to his place, and I was ravenous for sperm. I had already taken so many loads, one more would not matter in the slightest. "Just fuck me." "You're grabbing it by the horns," Leo said. "You're gonna remember this night good." He spun me around and pushed me down over the bar. As I got face to face with a bottle of "naval strength gin," my ass popped up. "Fuck," Leo said. "That's a well-used hole." Before I could say anything, he stuck his face in my crack and began to lick my hole. "Fuck," I moaned, as his beard rubbed over my throbbing anus. I was suddenly thankful for how soft his mustache was; it would be near agony for me to endure stiff bristles. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as his tongue gently pressed into my hole. "Fucking cummy hole," he said. "Guess you like to get barebacked, huh?" I grunted and nodded. I knew there was something I needed to be sacred about, some reason why "good boys" didn't get barebacked by strangers. But it was hard to remember, especially as Leo's tongue pressed into my hole, licking up the sperm that had dripped down. "And you get bred too, huh?" I nodded again. "Breed me," I moaned. I had seen online porn where the girls had moaned like I just did. I now understood why they moaned and how bad the need could be. "Give me your seed," I grunted, no longer caring what Leo thought of me, so long as I got his load. "Fucking bareback that hole," Leo muttered. He was rubbing his dickhead along my crack, getting it lubed up and ready to penetrate me. "Sweet, spermy hole," he continued. He had stopped stroking his dick and was now lining it up with my hole. "So fucking wet," he said, and pressed it into me. There was a moment of sharp pain, but it quickly dissipated as Leo's cock pressed into my sperm-filled guts. As the accumulated sperm coated and lubricated Leo's cock, the feeling transmuted into utter bliss. I was getting fucked, and I was loving it. "I see you made short work of him," Aiden suddenly said. I looked to my right; he was standing there holding his pants and shirt in one hand, my cargo shorts and tank top in the other. "Yeah," Leo said. "It was easy. Your boy is in heat tonight." Aiden draped our clothes over a nearby bar stool. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue probing deep in my mouth. It felt nice to have him near me, to be tenderly making out with me even as another man fucked my hole. "Just want to make sure he has a good time tonight." "Well, I know what will help you two have a great time," Leo said. Aiden looked down, and I suddenly noticed a plate right next to me, already set up with the now-familiar glass pipe and torch. "Go ahead," he said. "Sure," Aiden said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, lit the torch, and started to heat the bowl. "Forgot how fucking good this shit is," he said, as the first bit of white clouds appeared in the bowl. "Get yourself twisted," Leo said. "Jay would appreciate it." "I know," Aiden said. He ran a hand along my back, starting at my ass, and ending up resting on my shoulder. "He's definitely a catch." He returned his hand back to the pipe, gently rolling the stem as he inhaled deeply. Leo forced his dick into my hole, filling me up. I gasped, but at the same time, tightened up my hole, trying to keep him inside me for as long as possible. "Oh fuck," Leo moaned. "He's a hungry one." He pulled his cock out slightly, then pushed back in. It reminded me just how deep I had been fucked over the course of the night and how much spooge was still deep in my guts. "Here," Aiden said. I looked over my shoulder. Leo leaned in and pressed his mouth against Aiden's. It was hot to watch the two men make out and see the beards of the two men pressed together, as Aiden's salt-and-pepper whiskers mixed with Leo's dark brown fur. I wanted to make them happy, make them feel like real men, strong and dominant. I already had one of their cocks in me, and it was only a matter of time before Aiden would fuck me as well. Aiden exhaled the hit into Leo's waiting mouth. "Fuck that was good," Aiden said. "This one is for you," he said, looking right at me. I pushed myself up a bit, careful not to disturb Leo's cock, still lodged deep in my asshole. Aiden put the still-warm pipe back in his mouth and started to inhale even before the torch was under the bowl. "I want to see you get nice and high," Leo said. I wasn't sure if he was talking to Aiden, me, or both of us. In a thick white cloud, he exhaled the rest of the hit. It drifted down towards me slowly, as Aiden continued huffing on the pipe. Leo continued. "Does he know how horny you get when you are tweaked?" "He's gonna find out," Aiden said. "Aren't you?" He exhaled a small hit, just enough for me to get the slightest hint of its scent. My ass throbbed, anticipating the pleasure of one more hit from the pipe. Aiden put the pipe back in his mouth. This time it was the hit I was going to take, a long, slow, intense draw from the pipe. I wondered how much was too much, but quickly decided that I wasn't there yet. "Please?" I grunted. It was for both of them, for Leo to force his cock deeper into me, and for Aiden to force his hit into my lungs. I remembered how Damon had held his hand over my mouth and nose. For a second, I missed Damon's forthright intensity. But then I remembered the terror of the encroaching blackness. But then, Aiden leaned in for the shotgun. His beard was stiffer than Leo's, more like a man's whiskers should be. It scratched slightly, but I still willingly opened my mouth and accepted his hit. It was thick and intense, and I felt the rush of the drug almost immediately. "Fuuuck," Leo grunted, as he watched just how much of the cloud still dripped out from between Aiden and myself. "That's gonna get you in fucking orbit!" "Me or him?" Aiden asked. "Both of you, I guess," Leo said. This hit was more than I wanted, coming so quickly on what Edward had fed to me. But I didn't care. Leo's cock was lodged in my ass and Edward's tongue was deep in my mouth. I was happy and the drugs were not going to make it any worse. "Glad to see you back with us," Leo said. Aiden leaned back and kissed Leo. "It's nice to be back. One more for you?" Aiden asked. "Of course," Leo said. "It'll do you good too." "I know," Aiden said. He started to heat the bowl again. "So, fucking good. And so nice to be sharing it with men like you." He put the pipe in his mouth and used his free hand to brush my back. It was another long, careful hit from the pipe, and then he kissed Leo. The two men made out longer than they needed, enjoying the carefree liberty the drugs gave them to simultaneously explore their masculinity and sexuality. As they kissed, Leo's cock throbbed and he leaked some of his pre-cum into my hole. "Fuck," Leo grunted, struggling to keep the cloud in his lungs. His pounding had been steady and intense, and he would not be able to hold his breath for too long. Still, from the way that one hit had affected me, he had potent drugs, and even the few seconds would be enough. "Yeah," he said. "Good drugs. Good men. Good fucks." He exhaled, and kissed Aiden one more time. "You want it?" he asked, turning his attention to me. "Hell yeah," I grunted. "Fucking breed me." He was just one more man in the night's slow parade, but he was still every inch a man. It was his birthright to cum in me, and I would not deny it. "Load me up." "Is he?" Leo asked. He had leaned into Aiden, and I almost didn't catch what he said. "No," Aiden said. "Not yet. He's spoken for, but he's definitely needy." "So needy," Leo said. He was talking about me, saying that I was needy. I didn't know if I was supposed to the proud or ashamed of the label. But in my cum-soaked gut, I knew it was true. I had lost track of the loads I had taken, but they were nowhere near enough. I needed cum. I would always need cum. "Give him what he needs," Leo said, slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," I grunted. The cum in my hole was still lubricating Leo's cock, but it would not last forever. I needed a refresher, and luckily, Leo was right about to explode. "Breed me," I moaned, squeezing my ass tight around Leo's hard cock. "Damnnn," Leo moaned. He slammed his cock into me one last time and exploded. In contrast to Doug, Leo's orgasm was blistering and intense, his hot cum spraying from his dickhead and literally burning my insides. I must have twitched, because Leo grabbed my hips and held me in place. "Need you to take this load," he muttered. "Oh god, it's so fucking hot," I said, scrambling to acclimate myself to the stiffness of his orgasmic cock and the heat of his fresh semen. "You’re fucking cumming in me."

He looked down at my hole. He slapped his covered cock onto my hole a few times, teasing it with his head. I saw him stroking his penis with his spit getting ready to penetrate me again. Eddie: Oh fuck I'm gonna make your pretty pussy gape. And he thrust into me in one shot and held it steady deep. He had my ankles up still and just started to grind out and in slowly. Eddie: Do you feel all of me in you faggot. I'm balls deep. I couldn't speak due to the girth of his cock but I still held him tight by his hips as he made himself fit. He pulled all the way out. Eddie: Oh yeah pretty puss is already starting to stretch. And pushed back in. Eddie: Tell me to go faster faggot. Tell me what you need in you. Jacob: Oh Sir! Fuck!! Please don't stop. Eddie: That's right faggot. He started to pump more and more into me until I was babbling incoherently about how good he felt using me like his cock glove. He kept bottoming out his balls slapping against mine, the sound driving us both crazy. Eddie: Oh boy you feel so good wrapped around me! He grabbed both my ankles in one of his strong hands and started to fuck me on my side a little, using his other hand to stretch open one of my cheeks. Eddie: Fuck I've got a two week load built up, and I. am going to. smear. your. walls! He kept fucking me more aggressively with every word. He grabbed my ankles one on each hand again and spread my legs out and knees at my chest and drove himself home. Eddie: I'm about to cum son. He said as he built up his speed. Eddie: Baby boy can I shoot in your hole. Jacob: Fuck no! Even with your condom, pull out! He picked up his pace and held my ankles down tighter. Eddie: Oh too late baby boy I'm shooting I'm shooting! I felt his cock bounce in my ass as it pulsed his cum into the condom. Jacob: Dude what the fuck you were supposed to pull out! He didn't stop fucking me. Eddie: Baby boy look down at my cock. I had to bend my head up awkwardly while he was still rough fucking me. Jacob: What the fuck man! The condom came off! Eddie: Yes it did pretty boy. I broke them both right away, I don't fuck with condoms. Jacob: Get off me man! He held me in place. Eddie: What's the matter straight boy? Haven't gotten off yourself yet. And doesn't that cold feeling feel so good down there. Do you feel me in you, smearing up against all those pretty walls you have. I struggled to release myself but he was stronger. Eddie: I already came, but I can stay hard enough to fuck you more if you still wanna cum. Jacob: But dude you came inside me. Eddie: Yeah and it's your turn to feel that good. Feel me still inside you, still making you make these noises. He had me there, he didn't lose any part of his erection and he still had me moaning. Eddie: I already came, all I can do now is make you feel good. Jacob: Alright fine dude but just until I cum. Eddie: Let's make this fast then faggot.

I have a Wednesday morning FB. It started off all nice and now he just bends me over fills me up and sends me off to work cream filled.