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Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued

my fav position to be bred

The Uber driver slowly pulled his polo shirt over his head. He bent and passionately kissed me. As he stood kicking off his shoes he said; "Something tells me you've never done this before. I mean I picked you up at a straight bar and clearly the bartender knew you well." As he slipped out of his pants; "What's this all about?" So I shifted to one side, adjusted the pillows for backrests, and patted the bed inviting him to sit. I was beginning to sober up a little and started to tell this mostly naked man in my bed all about the film. I also told him more about my life than I had ever told a stranger. He listened with great patience and from time to time eased me out of a piece of clothing. There was always another unhurried passionate kiss before or after these acts of assistance. I finally excused myself to take a leak. I came back to find him totally naked sitting against the headboard stroking a beautiful seven inch erection. I slipped out of my underwear, climbed on the bed and wordlessly took his cock in my mouth. He moaned his pleasure and said; "Holy fuck man, you've learned fast for a straight guy. " I just pushed on down 'til he was balls deep. As I methodically worked the length of his cock with my mouth and throat he began to finger message my ass ring. I purred my approval around his tool. He started sucking on his finger before penetrating my hole with it. First one, then two, then three; he was opening me up. I finally pulled my mouth off his cock and crawled up on all fours to present my ass. He crouched in behind giving me a delicious rimming and tongue fucking. He spit what seemed like a gallon of phlegm into my hole. Then he helped me lie on my back with my ass over the side of the bed. He held my legs up and apart as he stepped between and lined up his naked cock with my hole. "If this is going to be your first time we need to do it right. I need to see your face. And I need to be able to kiss you. " Kiss me he did as I felt pressure build on my hole. Then he eased off and teased my crack and hole with the head of his cock and asked me one more time; "Are you sure this is what you want? I mean clearly you want to be fucked, and fucked raw. But do you want it now with me? Or do you really want your first time immortalized on film. And not just an amateur sex tape but in this Art house film you are so fucking passionate about? I think you want to wait 'til tomorrow." "Fuck ... fuck ... I do man! I want your beautiful cock in me so bad right now my ass is aching. And you are right. I want the first time for the film, for a notch in my professional performance belt. Fuck ... damn ... God damn! ... But it's not fair to you. " I grabbed his cock and teased my own hole. "How can I make you stop now? We are so fuckin close. All you need to do is slide on in. " He pulled his whole body away from me and looked me squarely in the eye; "I'⁸m giving you one last chance to end this here and now. Otherwise I'm popping your virgin cherry ass. Believe me, if this raw cock gets in you it doesn't come out 'til I've planted my load. I need a simple yes or no answer." And he moved back in to plant his raw cock head on my hole. I firmly held his gaze. I took three deep breaths. I was ready to say 'yes, do me' but what came out was; "No. No. Not tonight. .... fuck .... sorry ... I need it on film. Dare I ask you to wait 'til after tomorrow. I so want you to fuck me man. " He pulled away, got off the bed and started collecting his clothes. He pulled on his pants commando and his shoes without socks. He found pen and paper on my dresser and scratched something on it. As he started toward the door he hesitated and turned; "I don't trust myself to kiss you right now so I'm leaving. Use that number when you are ready and waiting for me right where you are now so we can continue exactly where we left off. Break a leg tomorrow. Or should I say let that lucky bastard break your virgin ass." And he was gone.

A boring Friday night..lucky I started chatting a hot bear guy on Grindr, an hour later I’m at his place stripping down to gym shorts, n smoking a pipe while we got to know each other... Big, is the best way to describe him...Hairy forearms thicker than my thighs n a big ole furry belly...I like him. Now my thing is I really love suckin a good dick...uncut bonus! I blew him for half hour straight and blew his mind....then he literally grabbed me by the waist and planted me on his fat cock...not my usual position...but fuuuck..my eyes were rolling back in my head...super rough he just hammered my ass with his huge hands squeezing around my neck...didn’t take long and i felt his nuts contract and he just forced me hard down on his cock, huge load...I blew just as he relaxed his body...goddamn these straight boys can fuck....Hope I get round two with him! (if yr reading..please)

(This first installment is set up. The bb sex will come in later installments I promise. In fact the story will need to finish in another category on this website. I'll keep the final direction a secret for now. Please let me know your thoughts. ) I'm a 27 year old straight actor. I've been moderately successful in the Art House short film genre. I've gained enough notoriety to have an agent. She had suggested I not consider auditioning for this part as a Male stripper. She feared the part would not look good on my resume and she had heard sketchy things about the type of films the director produced. I asked for more details. 1) The male stripper would be having his first sexual encounter with a guy. Art House being progressive I didn't see how this could be problematic for my acting reputation. 2) The script made it clear the character would have some nude scenes including full frontal. I'd already been nude in a few films before. I quite enjoyed the experience. 3) The director often had actors film unsimulated sex scenes for his films. I'd performed with women in one short in my portfolio. Although I'd never been with a man I thought it sounded like a unique opportunity. I could at least audition and see where it goes. I'm not your dashing Adonis type, but have an attractive enough face and an okay slim body. My hair is medium length, full bodied, and curly. I considered it t and my thickly haired chest my most attractive physical features. The director must have been impressed enough by my professional shots because I was offered an audition. I wasn't sure what to expect so went feeling a little nervous; but, even more so, curious. As I arrived at the warehouse studio I met an attractive guy leaving. Oddly this relaxed me. In my mind since I was out of the running already I could just chill through this and not worry about anything but having fun. It turned out there was just the director and myself. He was very warm, welcoming and easily engaging. After a bit of general chitchat he asked if I was ready to get down to the audition. "Sure" was my enthusiastic response. "Why don't you start by undressing seductively for me? I'll play the role of the audience. We might as well get right to the point of seeing how comfortable you are with nudity. " I thought; 'Oh this will be fun ' as I smiled and winked at him. I was glad I'd warn a button down shirt with no undershirt as I slowly began undoing buttons while slightly swaying my hips. I undid my belt and the top of my jeans and gently pulled the shirt tails out of my pants. The director's smile was encouraging so I slowly pulled one arm out of my shirt, wrapped the shirt off my back and then slipped the other arm out tossing the shirt into the director's face. When he pulled it off his smile was even bigger. I seductively walked around his stool as I worked the fly down on my jeans. His eyes followed my every move. I also managed to kick off my runners. The cool floor felt great on my bare feet and the exhibitionist in me was in full gear with this solid grounding. Standing with my back turned to him I slowly slipped out of my jeans. I usually do but was particularly pleased I had followed my norm by coming to the audition commando. He was now able to inspect my naked backside. Seductively turning my head I could see him rubbing a growing bulge in his crotch. He winked at me and I quickly spun to flash him my Full Monty. I posed with hands on my hips. He motioned with his index finger for me to come closer as he gently asked; "Do you mind if I touch it?" I granted permission by shacking my head and stepping toward him and his outstretched hand. He took hold of my limp cock and fondled my hairy balls with his other hand. "You won't mind shaving these if I give you the part will you?" "If it's what the part requires, no problem. " By now he was on his knees and taking my cock into his mouth. I'd been blown by women, even on film, but nothing had so quickly aroused my erection as this guy's warm mouth. I reached my upwards curving six and a half inches in no time. Each time he pulled off he looked deeply into my eyes. I was mesmerized. Then with great enthusiasm he would bobb down taking me deep into his throat. No woman had ever been this enthusiastic. Best blowjob I had ever experienced. My balls were soon churning and I warned him I was close. He quickly pulled off, thanked me, stood and was removing his clothes; "Have you ever given a blow job? You do know the script asks you to do so?" Although I hadn't I responded by getting on my knees and grabbing his growing cock. As I held his gaze my tongue instinctively licked the salty precum from the slit on his cock's head. "I'd like the co-star to watch this. I need the right chemistry. Do you mind?" This entire scene was actually turning me on big time. I'm an actor and love an audience so just nodded my approval as I swallowed his tool as deep as I could manage. A handsome 60ish man appeared in the room and watched with apparent interest as I proceeded to fuck my face on the director's cock. The co-star spoke; "Very nice indeed!" Then he turned and left as quickly as he appeared. When the cock was removed I asked if he wanted me to finish him off. He told me he would actually like that but he had four more auditions to do and he couldn't cum for all six actors. However, he informed me he did need to see me ejaculate. Without asking permission he dropped and had me face fuck him. Quickly warning I was close he pulled off and said; "Just jerk off on my face. " With very few strokes I climaxed and my cum was coating his beard. Before I finished spasming he had me back in his mouth sucking in the rest of my load. No woman had so eagerly and hungrily sucked down my ejaculate. As I caught my breath he started dressing and let me know we had concluded the audition. I would get a call back if I stayed in the running for the part. I pulled on my jeans and sneakers, thanked him and left carrying my shirt. A tall, dark classically handsome dude was approaching the warehouse as I left. Seeing him and the guy who proceeded me I didn't expect a 'call back'.

yeah I love getting fucked raw and taking loads from old, fat and ugly guys. I had a boyfriend who got me into it. he loved watching guys dump loads in me but loved it best if the guys were unattractive or piggy, fat, old, ugly, or skinny and wasted cause he felt like that was so much more degrading than getting fucked by hot guys. plus I love how it shows anyone watching that I obviously take anyones load, no questions asked

I agree, there’s nothing worse than a bad blowjob. I was taught how to suck cock by the man who broke me in. This is my technique and it works. I get a load in my throat/mouth every time. First get on your knees and be submissive. Gently tease your alpha’s cock and balls with your tongue until he’s fully erect. Look up at him and offer him your mouth, open your mouth wide and accept his cock. Now the most important bit; as he slides into your mouth, keep your teeth well away and use your tongue to press his shaft against the roof of your mouth to give him the friction he needs. Next you must let him go as deep as he wants, train your throat until you can control your gag reflex. Now let him fuck your throat, he will be enjoying the friction provided by your tongue pressing his cock on the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat will stimulate his helmet every time he thrust into you. Next tip, never masturbate - you can cum once your alpha has fed you. As a cocksucker your job is to provide pleasure to your alpha. Using your hands, stroke, massage and grip his balls. Tease his asshole; some alphas like a thumb up their ass when they’re being sucked off - he will guide you. Keep this up no matter how long it takes; your duty is to milk his balls. Trust me, do this and you will be rewarded with a mouth and throat full of sperm. Make sure you swallow it all and not leave any sperm on his shaft. Finally, compliment him on his load and tell him your mouth or ass is available to him any time he needs it.

Finally, I got back my sauna. It reopened for people with vaccination card. Therefore, unfortunately there were only 30-40 guests. Normally, I mean before COVID, Friday night used to be crowd because then dark and naked events ate organised. Then the back Part of the sauna is almost totally dark and entrance is allowed only without towels. Like a big dark room. I fucked a lot of guys, needless to say bareback. Later I realised some of them but I couldn’t count the guys I fucked. After hours I unloaded one of them. Then I was eager for being fucked because I hardly find real bareback tops. Then I realised a guy with huge dick. He literally destroyed my throat. But somehow he didn’t want to fuck. Later I saw him on the coach and somebody was riding on his bare cock. When he took off I grabbed this position and started to ride. Somebody put some fingers besides his cock. After a while, the guy’s cock became softer. Then I finished. Not much later I find another guy but he fucked me only for a short time. The next guy had a nice cock and I started to suck. After a while I turned back and pushed my ass up. He fucked mw long and another guy put his cock into my mouth. I was spitroated for long minutes. Then the event finished, lights turned on and we also finished. I really enjoyed it instead of the fact I wasn’t bred.

It’s absolutely disgusting and I’m extremely proud of it lol. I gave my virginity away at 15 to a 28yo black man that I met online with a fat 9” cock and a registered sex offender pedophile. I sucked his fat cock, let him feed me my first load, let him molest me, whisper disgusting things into my ear as he raped my hole and spilled his seed inside me. I let him get me high and breed me for few more hours until my parents got home hiding him in me closet. After they went to bed we continued

The boy is getting his first BBC and pumped full of hot toxic Jizz. I know for a fact this top can shoot 3 times before he needs a break and it feels like he filly you with a gallon of cum by the time he is done.

I work at a retail job. Boring, tedious, but a night few days ago was decidedly different. I was working stocking freight when a young man came up to me, and mumbled something to me. I asked him to repeat himself as I didn't hear him. He came closer, pulled down his mask, and told me that I should meet him in the nearby bathroom and suck his cock. Being caught off guard, I didn't know what to say, other than to let him know that I didn't want to get caught and fired. He told me that he would go ahead and be in the bathroom in three minutes, and if I didnt show after five more, he would just go home. After he walked away, I debated on what to do, and decided that I would just go tell him that we should go do things in his car instead of a public bathroom at my job. I walked into the handicapped stall, and he was stroking a huge hard cock, and I couldn't help it. I was on my knees, taking his cock into my throat, gagging on his length, loving the slutty feel of being choked on such a long thick cock in a public bathroom. He was moaning as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him and licking his shaft. He pulled out and asked me to bend over, drop my pants, and show him my ass. I dropped my pants and after rubbing his cock along my ass crack a few times, he found my hole and pushed his cock inside, pumping a little at a time, pulling out and pushing in deeper with each penetration until his balls were slapping my ass. We heard someone enter the bathroom, so he pulled out and sat on the toilet, stroking his cock and fingering my hole. After a few people came and went, we were alone again, and he said he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into my hole and a pump or two later he flooded my bowels with his hot load, and remained deep inside me for a minute or two until his cock slipped out and his cum started dripping into my underwear. I quickly pulled my underwear up and got dressed again. I told him to hit me up again sometime, but to try to find a less public place to breed me. I left the stall with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum.

Nothing hotter than when your top is in charge of your hole!

My father was a Truck driver and wasn't around much when I was in late high school / early college. I used to frequent an adult xxx arcade in the neighborhood and ran into my best friends dad there once (who was a sorta father figure to me). It was so embarrassing and we retreated to other booths and left without making contact. I guess we both realized why we were both there and I wandered around the next few nights hoping to see his Truck in the lot. Sure enough we ran into each other again and he watched me suck some guys off in my booth through the gloryhole. This became a regular meetup on sunday nights where he would stroke and watch me suck or get fucked then slide his cock in so I can swallow his load.

I knew doing the scene over with unsimulated bareback sex had been my idea. However, at the end of a tiring day; brainstorming, arguing and shooting entirely new edgy dialogue; I was having more than second thoughts. As I thought about what the next days shoot could entail I was freaking out. I needed rest. I needed to clear my head. I needed to talk this craziness through with someone I could trust to just listen without judgment. Someone who could help me unpack all the pros and cons of having taken on this off the wall short film. Why was I so committed to making the sex part of the story as real as possible when it had the potential of putting me so at risk on so many levels. I knew I couldn't talk it through with my actual girlfriend just as surely as my character couldn't talk the bareback proposition through with his. I realized I had not even mentioned this film project to my girl. She hated giving me blowjobs. How could I tell her I was not only giving them but loving bringing guys off and relishing the taste of their cum. I wanted to be able to talk to her but knew I couldn't. My best buddy was a committed barebacker. He wouldn't judge me. Problem was he might be to enthusiastic about encouraging me. No. I needed someone totally neutral if that was possible toward the stigmatized topic of bareback sex. I had been to a talk therapist in the past, but knew I couldn't get a session before the next day. I decided to stop into my favorite bar on my walk home. A double scotch on the rocks would help me take the edge off my harsh, self critical disturbing thoughts. Sam is a great bartender. Not only does he know his booze, he knows how to make his customers feel welcome and relaxed. He also reads people very well and without being intrusive knows the right timing and questions to open them up to talk through their struggles. Sam knows me very well. I'd frequented his bar stools many, many times. He'd seen me when I was celebrating great film reviews. He'd nursed me through painfully torturous break-ups. He was brilliant at discerning just the right amount of intoxication to act as a truth serum in any dilemma or life struggle. Even knowing all this about him it had not occurred to me he was the listener I needed. I only awoke to this realization when I was half way through my second double scotch on the rocks. Like a benevolent scorpion; "You seem really preoccupied today. Is there anything you need to talk through?" Precise timing on his part. A crucial question asked not a moment to soon or a split second to late. He listened to me and perfectly mirrored back my thoughts and indecision for the next three hours. All the while taking care of his other customers and a finely tuned liquor control management of our levels of lubrication. I was amazed to hear myself process the quandary I had gotten myself into. I was astounded at how much it revealed about deeply shadowed parts of my being. Threads of thoughts led back into my earliest childhood. Even though I was working through something that only hours ago had me deeply disturbed and on edge I now felt wrapped in a safe warm quilt that had been stitched together by wise and loving hands. Sam asked for my phone and ordered an Uber to get me home safely. I had not resolved my choice to bareback or not, but I did feel ready to sleep. Sam must have given the driver specific instructions because instead of waiting in his car out front he came in and spoke with Sam. Sam politely asked for my wallet, took out two fresh twenties and gave them to the Uber driver. "Please don't just drop him at his address. Make sure he gets perpendicular safely." The Uber driver smiled his understanding and assurance. I must have fallen asleep on the drive because the next thing I remember was being assisted up the front stairs of my walkup. I was helped with my keys and guided to my bed. He assisted me in removing my shoes and I collapsed fully clothed on top of the covers. The Uber driver retrieved a blanket from the foot of my bed and tenderly spread it over me. Before he turned to leave he gently kissed me on the forehead. I took hold of his hand, pulled him into me and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. He returned the passion for a few moments, pulled away and crouched so he could look me directly in the eyes with tender care. "You're pretty drunk bud. I don't think you know what you are doing here. " "I'm quite sure I don't and that's just the edge I choose to live on. Get out of those clothes and fuck me."

As always, this is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in any way. Part 7: Until Death Do Us Part "Joshua, please! Let me do this!" Shawn yelled. It had been one week since Joshua had really begun to decline from AIDS. He was not much more than a skeleton, lesions, cold sores, and a burning urethra. Shawn was always rock hard when he was around him. "I can't. You three were my project. It would be unethical of me to use my own science to keep myself alive any longer," Joshua said. Shawn had been begging Joshua to let Dr. Lewis put a bionic heart inside of him to become one of the angels of death. Shawn had been in love with Joshua ever since that first toxic kiss on D-Day. He had slept with him every night until he was given the bionic heart, now he sleeps attached to the blood pump with the other two angels. "But don't worry baby, I'm not leaving you just yet," Joshua said. "What do you mean?" Shawn asked, a tear gently ran down his face. Joshua got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. "Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, will you marry me?" Shawn's heart skipped a beat. "Yes! Yes yes yes!" Shawn jumped up and down while Joshua got up and planted a big kiss right on Shawn's lips, it burned nice and good. "Tonight, we'll go to the chapel down the street and get married there," Joshua said. Shawn gave Joshua one more kiss and then ran out excited, but now before he could say "I love you." - Shawn was looking through his closet for something nice to wear an hour before they were supposed to head to the courthouse. He heard a knock on the door and Joshua entered. He looked stunning in an charcoal black suit and open white shirt, showing off his bio hazard tattoo -- in the same spot his was -- and all of his lesions. "Hey! I'm trying to pick out my suit. I was thinking my red three piece, it was pretty sexy with the open white shirt, right? And it'll match your white shirt!" Shawn said. "Baby, you know I think you look sexy in that suit, but it's not right for tonight." "Do I need to find a tux? I'm not sure I can get one ordered in time." "No sweety," Joshua said as he embraced Shawn and in quick hug. "I think you know what is most appropriate for tonight." Joshua quickly gave Shawn a peck on the lips and then turned his head to the wall of full black suits. His angel of death uniform. "Joshua, please, I can't-" "Shawn, listen to me. I'm in pain. If you loved me, you would do this. For me..." - "Joshua, do you take Shawn to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, and until death do you part?" "I do." Joshua said. "Shawn, do you take Joshua to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, and until death do you part?" Shawn swallowed, a tear rolled down his face. A tear rolled down Joshua's face too as he quickly glanced over Shawn in his full black suit. "I do..." "Then I now pronounce you, husband and husband. You may now kiss each other." Shawn and Joshua embraced each other in a kiss while Jonathan, Dr. Lewis, and Christian all clapped for them. Shawn will always remember this moment, the night he married the man of his dreams, a highly toxic man, at least forty years older than him. - The two hour honeymoon was almost over. Shawn and Joshua had gone out to eat after their ceremony and they finally came home to get in bed. Shawn's heart sank the second Joshua closed the door. "Are you ready?" Joshua asked. "No." "Baby, come here," Joshua said. He quickly embraced Shawn and gave him a quick kiss. "You love me right?" "Yes. Of course I love you." "Then set me free." Shawn began to cry gently but he complied. He allowed Joshua to suck his massive cock, which had been given an injection or two since he got his bionic heart. But it wasn't too long until Shawn's load was filling up his new husband. This was when Shawn became hysterical. He was crying and screaming so loud as Joshua said his final "I love you" that Dr. Lewis and Christian had to come retrieve him. They took Joshua and dumped his body in the freezer with all the others, now totaling 16 including Joshua. Christian got Shawn hooked up to the pump. "Don't worry Shawn, you did what you had to do. You loved him. We would do that for you if our situation was the same as his," Christian said. With that, Shawn quickly passed out and the three began to transfuse and become more toxic. Tomorrow, they would go back out on the prowl. To be continued...

It’s been ages due to Covid and winter, and desperately needed to get fucked. So the only option was to go to the heath, as one load was never going to be enough. I was getting horny all afternoon gave myself a proper cleaning and sat on a butt plug to get loose and ready. By the time 8pm came around I was seriously leaking, anticipating a great night and finally, some raw loads. I am about 15 minutes away, lubed up i jumped on my scooter and headed up. I had a pair of loose trousers so could totally step out of them and use them as a rest. Parking up I could see a few cars, so headed off down to the path to the dark room, which is a dark leafy area . As I entered I could see quite a few guys already here. I got to the log, took my trousers off and presented my naked ass to the room. Almost immediately one of the guys peeled off and I could hear him crunching towards me. A hand caressed my ass, and then a finger dawdled over my hole, slipped in and could feel the warm lubed ass, ready, waiting. He shifted behind me, I heard his zip and then he shuffled towards me, I could only look down between my legs to see his jeans. Then I felt his cockhead nudge against my hole, gently probing, the mix of precum and lube leaving a warm trail as he gently slid up and down before hesitating, and slowly pushing in. That first cock head is the best moment, as you feel,your hole open up to the pressure. He slowly pushed in as I accommodated his cock, not big but a nice size, perfect for the first fuck. Once in he stopped and I heard him crack open some poppers, sniff hard twice, and then after a hesitation slowly slid all the way back in. I groaned out loud and arched my back. “ you like that don’t you” he whispered, as he started to pull out and push back in. I milked his cock as he pulled out, opening as he thrust in. He groaned, he wasn’t going to last long. He started to pick up speed and I ramped my hips back to meet his thrusts, his breath grew ragged. I could hear others nearby moving in. He sped up, grasped my hips groaned load and rammed in hard, his cock pulsating up my ass, his juice flooding my guts. It felt so good as he held still, his cock pulsing three or four times, then he leaned forwards, resting a moment and whispering “ great ass you slut”. I put my hand between my legs to feel his balls and cock as he slowly pulled out, and caught a little dribble of cum that I quickly licked up, and then moved my hand back to feel my cummy hole, all warm and sticky, with that fresh fucked smell! He zipped up and pulled away, but barely had he stepped away when I felt a thick finger slip into my hole, deep, mixing the cum in my ass, he took his finger out and pushed in two, cum leaked out, it was a big load. “Smells like a slut”, he said out loud. I murmured in agreement, don’t give me the chat just slip your dick in I thought! And sure enough looking between my legs I saw him slip down his trackie, a pair of muscular legs shifted towards me and a fat mushroom head prodded till it found the right spot. He then thrust in hard, taking my breath away, I arched and pushed back to slam my ass back up to his balls. His cock must have been 8 inches and fat, because it filled me. This guy was riding me hard, pulling out and slamming in, and each time he pulled I sucked at his cock with my ass muscles, and could feel the slimy oozing cum. I slipped my hand underneath to feel his full balls, my fingers sliding either side of his cock to feel it’s slippery hardness. We had a real rhythm, him thrusting in hard as I pushed back, my ass opening each time he thrust in. We kept this up for 10 minutes, his hands caressing my stomach as he leaned forwards, both of us sweating hard. “ I’m cumming” he gasped, “breed me!” . And with one final hard thrust he pinned me, his cock slipping deep and hard, swelling as he held me tight, pumping load after load into me. I clamped down on his cock to keep him inside me and pushed back against his hips. He arched back, nestled in and kept his cock inside me until it started to soften. I moved my hips forwards, held his shaft with my hands as his softening cock slipped out, warm, slick and still meaty. I rested my head on my arm, leaning against the trunk, that was a proper fuck! My ass was open and sloppy, my fingers dipped in, and could feel the looseness and brought my fingers back to my mouth to smell and lick the cum. Stayed there for the next few hours and must have taken another 6-7 cocks and a few more loads. By then I figured it was time to move on to the fuck tree. Got there and it was crowded! About 6 bottoms along, asses pointing out and tops buzzing around, fucking. I joined the far end, dropped my trousers and started to bend out, pushing some cum out, but was too far along. Shuffled along into the middle to get that proper bend, back arched. Reached under my balls to finger and stretch my hole. I could see feet shuffling, and then suddenly a cock nudging my hole. Slick and slippery it glided in and nestled deep a moment, and then started pumping. But a few minutes and out again, my ass empty. A few minutes later same thing. I knew he was loving it as he clearly didn’t want to cum.so off again, and then finally he’s back, settles in and starts to pump, my ass opening up to the warm firm thrusts, the cum leaking out making that beautiful sticky, slappy sound of a well bred hole. He picks up the pace, I thrust back to match his rhythms, his balls slamming into my ass. We are both going faster, then I feel him stiffen and push hard, all the way in. His cock fills out, pulses and he shoots deep and hard inside me. A few seconds of hard pulsing, he sighs, leans forward and rests on me as he cock slowly softens. My hand reaches under my balls to feel his shaft as it slides out, a rush of warm cum into my hands and out. A great night, and time to go home!

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I’m always soft when bottoming. More than a mindset, it’s just how my body works. I consider myself a true bottom, the type that loves letting my top know there’s only one (active) dick in bed, and it’s his. Fuck me as much/as long as he needs/wants, and cum as much as he’s physically able to, balls deep in me. My cock doesn’t really matter at the moment as I can finish myself later if I need more stimulation, but if he’s worried about me not enjoying it, then just look at how wet from dipping precum I can sometimes be. Still want me hard? It’ll happen on its own, when it’s not feeling pressured to perform (I thought I was the bottom?), and whatever my current mindset gets turned on by the most at the time. Chances are that, by this point, I’ve already emptied myself quite a bit by way of dripping.

The night didn't start very well. I was not getting any. I’d been fucked 4 times. Three of the guys did not Cum, and the fourth pulled out—the Bastard! As I was envisioning going to go home dry, this guy who had been cruising me earlier was still hanging around. Why hadn’t I given him a tumble? He was just too clean cut and too handsome. He looked like he was in his late 20's, about 6' tall, short blond hair, with a perfect body, to boot. Almost godlike. My past experience told me these clean cut guys are generally Losers. So I prefer my partners a bit rough and ready. But my night was already a near-disaster, so I made a play for the Dude. At least I might get to swallow his Load. We kissed and I went down on him. He had a decent Cock—6-1/2 inches. I lubed his Rod, bent over, and guided it up my Ass. Wow! He was fucking me— RAW. After about 4 strokes, he pulled out and tore open a Condom. My worst fears had been realized. I was right about guys like him. I turned around, kissed him, thanked him for the Fuck (or lack thereof), and zipped up my pants. “But I’m not finished yet.” “I think we are. I can't fuck with a Rubber.” “I can fuck you without one. It’s just that I'm POZ.” Was I hearing right? I pulled the Rubber off his Cock, and he shoved It back in me. He fucked me gently at first, then with increasing vigor. “Can I shoot up your Ass?” “Cum in me—Pleease!” The guy was a Human Pump. He blasted a huge Wad up my Ass in 6 Spurts. As we kissed, POZ Cum ran down my leg. He was in town for 5 days. I left the Baths with a big smile on my face, and his name and phone number stashed in my wallet.

I really hate asking this question, because TIM is really the only porn studio I could watch. Back when I was still somewhat in denial, it was TIM that made me realize I was fooling myself. I seen regular guys, all types, letting their inner pig out in “real,” attainable situations. It’s almost like I was a fly on the wall. What they were doing, I felt like I could do (and have done). Guys like Dawson and Fyrfli were the typical “model” type, but were hot just by their pure filth. I feel in the last year or two, the whole vibe has changed. Most of the guys have the same muscle model look, guys are fucking and pulling out (some not cumming at all) and it just has an overall generic feel to it. When it’s not the muscle guys, it’s two identical twinks deciding who is going to top. I mean I love Ray Dalton, but he’s a pig. Even the dialog damn near sounds like a straight porn with a bunch of moaning. Where is the guy that looks like my neighbor, mechanic or hot college professor? Where’s the hot dialog? Feltching, the piginess? Maybe I’ve been desensitized? sorry, rant over...

When I arrived on set the next day the director, my co-star and I huddled to hash through and finalize our game plan for the last scene. I was asked if my offer still stood. Would I let them film me having my straight ass fucked bareback? I assured them it's what I felt the film needed for artistic integrity. I was all in! The co-star assured us he had given this a lot of thought. He'd even talked with his wife about it. They were swingers and she had certainly seen him fuck men, just never bareback and certainly never on film. She wasn't really comfortable with the idea but he had to make up his own mind. However; if he did go ahead with it she would not bother with protection with her next hookup. In fact there next swinger party would follow on his choice. If he was gonna cross that line he needed to be prepared for her to as well. No he didn't want to cross the line for this film. Was there someone who could be filmed penetrating me bareback and he would wear a condom to reshoot the fucking scene unsimulated. The crew were surveyed and three cocks were willing. They were compared for size and shape with my co-stars. A close enough though much smaller hard dick was established. It belonged to a gay guy who had not recently been tested so the director was very displeased. I can't say I was pleased either, but I'd had the Uber driver's leaking cock head playing at my hole the night before. I'd never asked him a thing. I wrote out a release in long hand, signed it, and gave it to the director. In hindsight I was being naive, but this was all something I'd never thought I'd have to figure out. We decided to get the penetration scene out of the way first. The volunteer and I got naked and climbed on the bed. We were given as long as we needed to get in the mood and 'complete the act '. The volunteer was very good looking and well built. It was not hard for me to get turned on. He was a very exciting and accomplished sex partner. I began to wish we could do the entire scene together. They wanted to be ready for the penetrative moment so cameras were rolling the entire make out session. I was so enthralled and seduced by the volunteer, so into the sex, that I tuned out all the people and cameras in the room. Having been fully rimmed eaten out and opened up I began to beg the volunteer; "Do it. Fuck me now. Stick that beautiful naked cock up my hairy ass. " Lining up he called out; "Yeah man, I'm so gonna pop your fuckin straight virgin ass ...." "STOP! Stop!"; it was my co-star. All eyes were now on him and like mine they were angry. The director shouted with rage; "What the fuck! This was going so well. Why'd you open your fuckin mouth?" As my co-star was ripping off his clothes and moving toward the bed he shouted; " 'Cause I gotta do this. This is my scene. I gotta be the one popping his fuckin cherry ass. Let me in there. Get the fuck out of my way. " He pushed the surprise stricken volunteer off the bed, hoarked on his erection and instructed the cameras to keep rolling. The director nodded agreement and called action. When he knew the closup camera was on he hoarked on himself again as we angrily held eye contact. I gave a small determined nod and he plunged deep into my vulnerable ass. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I feared I would black out with the pain. "You god damn fuckin ass hole! You're gonna kill me!" My anger just spurred his rage. He fuckin tore into my ass with a vengeance cursing a blue streak; "You fuckin wanted this all along. You think you're bloody straight?! You wanted my God damn raw cock up your hairy ass the moment you first saw me. Tell the fuckin truth. You've been fuckin cock teasing me the last hour just to get more fuckin cash outta me. I bet tonnes ah guys have bred this hole. Virgin? My ass!" All this as he brutally pounded into my guts. By now I was uncontrollably weeping in anger and fear. Through my sobs I managed to croak; "You fuckin bastard ... I .... I ... never ..." An evil look came over his angry face; "Good. That makes this worth every penny I spent for your sorry ass. You'll never forget this night. You'll never forget me breakin you in. You'll never forget sellin me your soul. Here comes my load faggot!" Suddenly all pain disappeared. I could feel his hot cum blasting into my guts. He collapsed on me and just kept convulsing. Strangely I knew by the end of those last four minutes that I had indeed made the right decision. My crying had stopped and I felt a deep inner peace like I had never known before.

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I got to suck this cute 24 year old in my building a few weeks ago. He's attached, I'm attached, and while he's wanted my ass ever since I swallowed his gorgeous cock, we just haven't been able to coordinate a meet-up in my secret spot. Until this morning. And it went even better than I had ever hoped! He and I had started talking last night about meeting up while he sent his bf to pick up coffee. Then, this morning, a top friend hit me up on Grindr asking if I was free. Didn't take long for my horny brain to concoct a scene! I confirmed that the guy in my building loves fucking a cummy hole, and once I knew that, I invited my Grindr friend to load me up first. We all coordinated the times; the guy in my building wanted me one-on-one the first time, promising we can do a full-on threesome next time. So my Grindr friend arrived. I walked him to my spot, undressed, and bent over. He ate my ass first, getting it all slick while I huffed my brown bottle. He squirted some lube on my hole and then on his cock, and in no time he had slid in balls-deep. He likes to fuck in long, slow grinding motions and it feels amazing to have him in my ass! I knew he had been saving his load all week in the hopes that we could meet, and sure enough it did not take him long before he whispered, "I'm cumming!" I squeezed my hungry sphincter tight lest I lose any of the manjuice he was pumping into me. At last he slid out, and as has become my custom, I spun around and took his cock in my mouth to clean him off. As he dressed, I messaged the other guy - the one from my building - that I was loaded and ready. He needed to wait a few more minutes to make sure his bf was gone, then messaged me that he was on his way. This time, in accordance with his request, I waited on all 4's on the cold concrete floor, my cum-filled ass pointed at the door. He came in and locked the door behind him, and I heard him take his pants off. I heard him stroke his cock a few times and then he, too, was inside me, my slicked-up hole welcoming that gorgeous, rock-hard 7-incher for the first time. He crouched behind me and began to pound me mercilessly. The precum ran in streams from my cock, pooling on the floor below me. Then, without making a sound, I felt his cock begin to do the dance that meant he was pumping his load - my second in the last 20 minutes - into me. I squeezed tight again, feeling him spasm a few more times as he slowly withdrew. Before I could make my move, he ordered, "Clean it off." I happily complied, then resumed my position on all 4's until I heard the door close behind him. With that, I locked the door and got dressed to head back to my place. I wiped up the excess dribbles from my hole, but as I walked back to my apartment I felt more begin to dribble out. I plugged myself the moment I walked in the door, and am sitting here happily stewing two big loads of baby batter as I write this.

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Months before my brother moved to NYC I put him on PrEP. He ask why I said it’s for your protection. He knew I was POZ then ask the Question what’s it’s like to be POZ. So I told him everything whats it’s to be POZ. Today he is still neg and getting fuck All the time.

Honestly, just fucking amazing, the rhythm of some sequences is mesmerising. I find the end so incredibly dark, which is in one hand the result of an obvious mechanical process based on ego. But in another hand, it's quite surprisingly dark, considering how bright the characters are at the beginning. It's like the therapy version of kitchen nightmares... When a process is so wrong is consuming the light in the people. Fascinating. Oh, and hot.

A perfect life...🤔 I've always been fairly simple in terms of needs. I like the idea of being comfortable. I Don't need excessive wealth, and never having experienced it I wouldn't know what I was missing, but enough to not have to worry about purchases is always a good place to be. I live alone and I do sometimes think it would be nice to share but I definitely need someone who accepts my lifestyle and if they don't embrace it they certainly need to be able to cope with seeing different guys frequently. Fuck it, perfect would be everyone just accepting that some people need to slut it up from time to time.

After I found BBRT and jacking off to many stories, I started wanting to find a man like many in the stories. I started off on the fringe, lurking around getting excited about that I was hearing and reading. My cock would get so hard, so much precum, I would play with it pretending that the precum was being used by a hot poz man, he was using my precum as lube. so many fantasies, so many secrets, so much want to be used as a pig. Over the course of the last couple weeks I came to the conclusion that I am a cum loving sick fuck that wants to be used by any and all and take what every man gives him. I met a guy the other day , we were at a gathering and it looked like he was as bored as I was, I kept telling myself he was not my type, if I have one. He was tall, lanky, with a smirk on his face all the time like he was up to something. We were pretty much stuck in the same place so to make the best of it I started going around the room chatting to everyone, when I finally got to him he looked me in the eye and said "what took you so long" his response took me off guard and I stammered and looked down at his and my feet. He continued talking saying he noticed how I looked at him when I was standing there, He said he knew the look and was ready if I was. Without any effort from my body and almost in a daze, I started following him up the stairs and into a bedroom, he started by undressing and dropping on the bed, He has a nice body, hair where it was suppose to be, slightly muscular and a nice fat dick, but something still made my warning lights go off in my head. Hs said "are you going to stand there all day or strip, if you don't get naked get out of my bedroom. looking directly into his eyes, my hands reached for each item of clothing and quickly stood before him nude for inspection. I kept thinking "what the fuck am I doing" but my brain took over and my inner pig took over, soon his hard cock was being slobbered on by me, looking up at him with that smug grin on his face. He pushed my head down on his cock and groaned when I reached the hairs at the base of his cock, he said "you took it all bitch good deal, now I know you can deepthroat my big cock, I am going to have some fun. I was on my back, head over the edge of the bed, this strange man shoving his cock in and out of my throat. I had to admit I loved it and a small moan let him know I was enjoying it. After swallowing his cock for a while I felt his fingers move to my ass. He pulled away and stroked his cock taking all the throat slime and applied it to my hole and pushed it inside, it felt good and again I moaned on his cock and pushed my ass back on his fingers. Soon he was 4 fingers deep stabbing them into my ass hard, My inner pig came out and I asked him to fuck me. He said he was waiting for me to ask and said to get his cock good and wet because he was out of lube and it would be all I had to go with. He shoved deep into my throat and pulled back again covered in spit, drool and throat slime then pulled me onto the floor and said ass up bitch. I followed direction and he moved behind me and slapped his cock on my ass and around my hole. I felt his weight shift then felt his big cock slide all the way into me in one slow push. After he bottomed out he said "you are in for the ride of your life" he slowly pulled out saying he liked how my hole was grabbing on and pulling him back inside me. He fucked slow and long, stroke after stroke he would bottom out and grind deep. He then put me on my back and slowly bottomed out, he looked at me and said "I hope you are in it for the long run because I am not pulling out, he then picked up the pace and started long fast strokes deep into my pig hole. He didn't last too long, and soon said "here is cums bitch, you are going to enjoy this for a long time" He flooded my hole grinding as deep as he could, then pulled out and started dressing. He said for me to dress and get the fuck out of his room, so I did, as he walked away he told me it was good fuck and I should keep that in as long as possible. A couple days ago I reached out to my friend to see if I could get some more information on this man. I was told his roommate is a redhead guy and does not fit that description. I told him what happened and he said "well that clears up one mystery about that night, my roommate found a mess on the floor of his room and evidence someone got fucked". I admitted it was me and apologized for leaving the mess. He told me that no one knew him, not even his name. Apparently he just walked into the party and when given the opportunity, dropped a big load in my ass and just left. I am now wondering if my chasing has paid off. I will let you know.

As soon as I’m vaccinated I am going to focus on getting converted again after a years long hiatus because of Covid. I am feeling POSITIVE that this is my year 😊

not difficult to convince, when bottoms see my poz cock they usually want the seed inside

I am sure it is a hard balance to maintain. I desperately want to find an honest community to participate in but I am left wondering how honest you can be when censored under an obvious carrot and stick system of behavior conformity. It is really a strange paradox to me. I have had a few warnings to not complain too much here as well. Which unfortunately hints of a darker underbelly to this beast. It implies that there is more to the censorship than algorithms. But for now I am happy enough that I found a place relatively safe to explore these harder conversations I need to have. So thank you all for a save space and as long as insightful conversations about what it means to be and stay safe are happening I believe it to be a healthy and thriving comnunity.

It seems that most bottoms these days prefer raw - its been a few years since I’ve had to negotiate BB, but when I did I mostly followed this recipe to entice the bottom into fucking raw and taking my load: Foreplay that usually involved neck kissing Bottoms lies on their stomach while I kiss the back of their neck. During the below steps, I’m always rock hard, leaking pre-cum and periodically “accidentally” stabbing their butt cheeks 😉 Work my way down their back, kissing and licking their back Periodically I lick up the back to the neck, and then start kissing down again - each pass of this I go lower and lower on the back Eventually I reach their butt, and then start rimming them Although I enjoy the rimming, and getting their butt loose and well lubed, I’ll lick back up their spine to the neck of the bottom and start kissing downwards again When I’m kissing the back of their neck, my cock is usually positioned right at their butt, oozing pre-cum onto their butt cheeks (and sometimes their hole) All the above will last 10-15 mins … and I’ll start laying on them directly so the bottom can feel my hard cock on their butt Usually by this time, my cock will meet their hole as I kiss their neck … and that meeting the hole becomes more and more frequent The bottom invariably arches back onto my cock - I’ve teased their hole long enough and they’re ready for it I slide inside raw .. all the way to the hilt, then withdraw and resume kissing the back of the neck I following through with repeating the process and eventually the kissing and licking stops, taken over by continuous raw fucking ... which only ever ends with my load inside the bottoms ass 🙂 I followed that recipe for a long time … I even had one bottom that I used it on, try it on me a few years after I’d done it to him. He’d clearly enjoyed it so much, he’d learned to become versatile from it. He also clearly wanted to play raw only as well 😉 Obviously I wasn’t into it, and that was the last time we met … but imitation is the sincerest form of flattery I’d say! And if the bottom insisted on a condom, I'd pull out and loose interest ... I always believe in consent. Nothing hotter than a bottom begging for your load inside their hole!!

You hit the nail on the head! Convincing a reluctant bottom to take my cock bare is a big part of the fun. I don't always win, but if I short-circuited the process by meeting avowed barebackers only, my dick would miss out on those delicious, tentative, warm, wet negotiations. The pleasure of winning justifies the occasional loss. (Consent is sexy, and if the bottom is a holdout but a nice person, I'll happily pivot to fucking his throat, making out, or even just chatting. The next one will take my bare cock up his ass.) A counselor for a PrEP study in which I participated years ago was eager to talk frankly about my bareback encounters. He shared this insight: most bottoms want to get fucked bare even if they say they don't. So that they will feel less fearful and less guilty — less responsible in general, for the outcome — they want to believe that going bare was the top's decision, not their own. "Just the tip" works surprisingly well. Or maybe, "don't worry, I'm just teasing your hole with the head of my dick", if the bottom is likely to recognize "just the tip" for the cliché that it is. Having a condom out, visible, and within reach, and saying, "I can stop and put this on whenever you like" really puts a bottom's mind at ease. The readily accessible rubber becomes a paradoxical prop. Before he knows it, the bottom is getting fucked bare, and it just feels too good for him to stop. Sometimes a bottom will let things go quite far, but still insist that I pull put before cumming. I'm fine with that because (a) I produce lots of precum, which is already coating his insides and (b) if his ass is good it's hard for me to time the pull-out perfectly, so the first spurt of cum might accidentally end up inside him. 😏 I'd love to hear more ideas for helping bottoms overcum a fear of bare cock...

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Rose continued to visit a few times a week, and I made sure that Josh's visits coincided with her being there. I was fucking her raw most times now, topping her up with my viral DNA, apart from when it was her time of the month. I'd got some XL rubbers in for that (which I'd peppered with pin holes before opening). Josh was curious about Rose and I dropped a few unsubtle hints that she fancied him. "She loves your, toned body man, I think I'm too big and heavy for her". "Really? She's so hot. But what about Sarah?" "I won't tell if you don't. Think of it as a posh wank, while she's not putting out for you". Rose agreed she'd fuck him if I wanted her to, so by the third week, Josh and Rose found themselves in my room. Josh was boned but nervous while Rose unwrapped his disappointing cocklet from his lycra shorts and engulfed it in her mouth. Rose was freshly fucked by me and her overstretched gash was dripping with my toxic lube. Watching from the doorway, Josh's little pale arse was a massive turn on for me as he humped Rose, clearly wanting to get inside her. "Have you got a condom?" he asked, urgently She scrabbled in the bedside drawer, grabbing one of my XLs, handing it to Josh who fumbled with the packet, finally getting into it. The rubber easily slid over his rock hard nubbin, loosely gripping the sides, with the spare length gathered up at the base of his cock. My alpha cock jumped at the sight of it, enjoying its superiority although Josh didn't seem that phased as he plunged into Rose. And the man-boy could fuck, well kind of. He was like a little Duracell Bunny, hammering away quickly in the juicy wet entrance of Rose's pussy. If he had 7 more inches, she'd be in heaven - as it was, her face told me that she wasn't feeling a lot at all and her hand soon found its way alongside Josh's cock and two fingers slipped inside. The extra friction generated by the additional body parts inside Rose seemed to please both of them. Josh's face took on an expression of ecstasy and Rose was moaning quietly while the condom was rolling off Josh on each outstroke. He was getting closer and closer as the rubber dropped off and stuck to the bed. I could see that his cock was covered in a white foam, made up my superior cum load and Rose's own (no doubt poz) juices. He pulled out one more time before diving back in. I could see his perineum flexing a few times as his cute little load joined my own. I imagined my killer sperm hunting out his runty boys, overwhelming and feeding off them. It was such a turn on that I pulled a surprised Josh off Rose, grabbed the discarded rubber and stretched it over my own cock head (purely to show him our size difference) before plunging back into Rose. I imagined I could feel Josh's weak little load lubing me up as the rubber slipped off, just in time for me to release my predator seed...

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It was in the 80's the first time I got fucked was raw in an adult bookstore video booth . I was had on stockings, pink panties and a bra under my street close. I can remember him turning me around, and dropping to my knees so i could suck his big cock. I then told him I wanted him to fuck me and stood up and presented my ass to him.. He took me without lube and went balls deep.. it was so hot that i didn't think of the pain until after it was over. all I wanted was for him to plant his seed deep inside me so I could feel more like a women. He came quickly and without saying a word turned around and left me in the booth with my jeans around my ankles.

I like this idea.... I'd love to get in the middle of a nice 3 way with Lexington Steele and Rocco Siffredi. Just let them take turns fucking my mouth and ass hard... lots of ass slapping and throat action. Two nice big cocks as well.....

Hairy cracks and holes, with cum and a little tinge of blood leaking out, are my favorite sights to behold.

Knocking up a neg hairy hole practically turns my nuts inside out. Lol

3. Really, I had no choice. Not only had I told TJ I would suck the next cock, but there was the fundamental compact of the glory hole I had to remember. I had assumed the position as the cocksucker. It was my job to suck. It was not my job to pick and choose between different men. Each one deserved their blowjob and each one deserved their orgasm. Even a black man deserved it. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the cockhead. It was salty with sweat and as I licked, a bit of pre-cum dribbled out. "That's what I expect from you, cocksucker," TJ said, as I took more of the head into my mouth. I didn't want TJ to see me here and to know how easy it was for me to debase myself and lower myself to the point of sucking off a black man. TJ still felt like a special case. Despite, or maybe because of, the color of the stranger's skin, the knowledge he was black helped calm me down as his shaft penetrated my mouth. As the stranger's dick grew and hardened, it was clear he wasn't going to be as big as TJ. But it was still more than enough to be a mouthful. "Do a hit of your poppers," TJ said. "And all the way down." I held the brown bottle under my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweet chemical scent filled my lungs and the warm waves of relaxation swept over my body. My throat opened up in response, and the black man's cock slid into it. Although it was not as thick as TJ's shaft, it was still big enough to press against my windpipe and made it difficult to breathe. I fought back the urge to gag and choke on it. "Don't fight it," TJ said. "So fucking hot to hear you gag on that black dick." He was still stroking his cock, and I felt him twitch each time I made a gagging noise. Even though I wanted to watch TJ, my focus had to remain on the cock in front of me. The stranger wanted release now, and despite my misgivings, I had signed up to be the man to give him that release. I did another quick hit of poppers, which wiped the last of my concerns from my mind. I pressed my lips against the base of the stranger's cock and the entire length of his shaft slid into my mouth and throat. It was cocksucking reduced to its essential features: mouth and dick. The stranger moaned, and the steady drip of pre-cum increased. "Take his load," TJ said. "Just like you said you would." My lips were pressed again the base of the stranger's dick and my throat was massaging his cockhead. From my position, I could tell just how close the black man was to cumming. In a few seconds, I would have no choice but to swallow the load. It would be the penultimate humiliation, to swallow a black man's load. There was only thing worse of course, and that would be to let a black man cum in my ass. The stranger's breathing was getting faster as were the thrusts of his cock. It was also getting harder for me to stay in position. Every fiber of my self was screaming at me not to allow myself this humiliation. It was a choice. I wasn't a perfect Aryan, but I was certainly better than the nigger at the glory hole. It was suddenly too easy to think of him using those charged words. My internal struggle must have exposed itself, because TJ continued speaking, his lips right against my ear. "Don't even dream of pulling off. If you do, you will regret it." He kept on stroking his cock with one hand, but the other one reached down for my balls, and grabbed them. "Make my brotha happy," he said, giving my testicles a squeeze. I tried not to wince; teeth against cock were not a good combination. Even as my balls screamed, I kept on nursing his shaft, coaxing him towards release. I held the bottle of poppers under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm rush rolled over my body, I remembered the first time I had really seen a black man. We were on vacation, and we had gone to a grocery store. A black man was on his knees, scrubbing the floor. I was staring, and when we were just barely out of earshot, my dad turned to me. "That's a nigger, son," he said. "And he's doing what he was meant to do. On his knees, making our world better." Now it was me who was serving the black man. "Keep on sucking him," TJ said, his hand still grasping my balls. "Make him happy." I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be leaning against a plywood partition in the sleaziest sex club in the city, sucking off an anonymous black guy. I didn't want TJ squeezing my balls, making sure I swallowed the black guy's load. I didn't want the certain knowledge that TJ and I would go back to the room where TJ would fuck me. The poppers were wearing off, and I was suddenly conscious of what I had gotten myself into. It was at the exact same moment of clarity that the stranger reached orgasm. His cock pulsed and a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. All I could think was that I was eating a black man's cum. A nigger's cum. I started to pull off; I couldn't stand that I was letting myself be so completely lowered by his orgasm and his cum. "No you don't," TJ said, and he squeezed my balls tightly. Pain radiated out from my groin. If I pulled off, the pain was only going to get worse. But, if I let another drop of cum into my body, I was going to be forever marked. Basic self-preservation battled with self-worth long enough for another jet of cum to travel down the stranger's cock. This time it landed in my mouth, spreading across my tongue. His cum was bitter and salty and had the acrid tang I associated with heavy drug users. It was the prompt I needed, and I jerked my head back, pulling off his cock, right as it discharged another volley of jizz. This one landed in my eye. I blinked, but the damage was already done. It would take a while before the burn fully developed, but for the next few days, it would be a reminder of how I had debased myself. There were two more quick spurts, both landing on my face. The hot cum burnt my face, but it was nothing compared to the pain radiating from my balls. As soon as I had pulled off, TJ had squeezed hard. As the cum started to drip down my cheek, the stranger pulled back with an audible grunt of disappointment, and wrapped the towel back around his waist. I reached up to try to wipe the cum from my eye. Only then did TJ release my balls but it was just to slap my hand down. "What the fuck you think you did there?" There was no relief for me. The cum was really starting to burn, and the blood rushing back into my testicles hurt more than TJ's squeeze. I forced my hands back to my side, fighting the urge to wipe off my face. TJ reached down and slapped my balls hard. I gasped, letting a bit of the jizz drip into my mouth. "Let's go back to the room," he said. His voice was flat, unemotional. It would have been better if he were angry. I grabbed my towel, but TJ motioned me to give it to him. "You haven't earned that yet." He slapped my balls one more time, the hardest yet, and I grunt in pain, almost doubled over. He ignores my agony, steps out of the cubicle. "Follow me," he says. I follow, the cum burning my eyes and dripping down my face, my balls throbbing in pain, and my cock a small, soft tina-tool. I tried to remember earlier, walking to the glory hole, almost proud of getting TJ hard. I didn't know what had changed. Maybe it was the difference between knowing what a perfect specimen TJ was and the utter uncertainty of the glory hole or maybe it was the first booty bump starting to wear off. In either case, it was hard for me to meet anyone's eye and it was hard for me to focus on anything but TJ's feet guiding me inexorably to the small room. "Open it," he said. I fumbled with the keys, but opened the door. "Go in. Kneel down like a faggot should." There was no arguing with his commands; I knelt down on the floor. I wondered the last time it had been mopped; there was some grit against my knees. TJ closed the door and sat down in front of me. I looked up just enough to see his legs spread, his impressive manhood erect and thick between them, and his balls hanging down, heavy with cum. I brought my hand up to wipe off my face but TJ stopped me. "Not yet, cocksucker," he said. "Hands behind your back." I did it. TJ picked up the pipe and the lighter. He heated it up and did a slow hit from it. I dared to raise my eyes a few times, but TJ barely acknowledged me. His attention was focused on the pipe, the careful ritual of smoking, and the pleasure it was bringing him. He grunted as he put the pipe down. I looked up and he shook his head, the disappointment obvious. But he did not say anything. He held the hit, and then exhaled it. Without speaking, he picked up the pipe again, and repeated the process. This time, it was even longer and slower. He was filling his lungs with the potent drug. I wanted to be a part of that, to have the mistakes of the day, the mistakes of my life erased in the pleasures of the white clouds. He held the hit for what seemed like hours, before he leaned in and exhaled the hit directly into my face. The thick cloud only further exacerbated the burn in my eyes. "What did you do back there, faggot? At the glory hole?" TJ asked me. "I'm sorry," I started to say. "Sir," I added, remembering at the last minute what he had told me about how to show him the respect he wanted. I started to continue. I needed to justify my actions, somehow. "I couldn't take the nigg..." I stopped myself. The word had come out so naturally, but I immediately knew it was a mistake. It was a bad mistake. I forced myself to look up at TJ. I needed to know just how bad it was. He was smiling. It was not a pleasant smile. It was an evil smile. Then, suddenly, I was looking away from him. It took a second for the sensations to catch up: TJ had slapped me on the side of the face. He had slapped me hard; there were stars in my eyes, a ringing in my ear and my cheek was burning. "What did you just say?" he asked me. "The black guy's" I was suddenly looking the other direction. He had slapped me again. This time the slap was harder. "No. You need to say what you said. Not what you wanted to say or you wished you said. "Nigger's cum." As soon as I had said it, I was back to looking left. The third slap was the hardest of them all. I had always known what I had said was wrong. But, as the stinging on my face slowly cooled off, I had a deeper understanding of how wrong it was. The slaps were not just corrective. I could feel just how angry TJ was. How angry that I had used that word. That I had dared to not swallow the black man's cum. "Better. Now. Wipe off your face." I ran a finger over my cheek, scooping up a few drops of sperm. "Eat it. Like you should have done back at the glory hole." I licked it off my fingers. It was just as acrid and bitter as when I had first tasted it. Even so, I wanted to taste more of it. It was the taste of a man, a tiny part of him that he had blessed me with. "All of it," TJ continued. I scooped up more of the cum from my face, licking my fingers greedily. I couldn't get enough of the bitter fluid. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" TJ asked. I nodded, even though I knew he didn't care about my answer. "Must be like heaven for you." I nod again. "You want another hit?" TJ asked me. I nodded. The tectonic plates of my life had been slowly shifting over the past few months. The three slaps to the face TJ had just given me had been the push for them to finally give way. The pieces were still scattered, and I needed something to help with the awful task of re-assembling it all. "Please sir." "I figured as much," TJ said. He found the bag of crystal and opened it. He carefully extracted a large shard. It was larger than I wanted and definitely larger than I needed. "There is an easy way." He smiled again. The same smile he had a few seconds ago when I had first said the n-word. "And a hard way. Which do you want?" I swallowed. "The easy way," I said. "Which one do you deserve?" he asked. It was the harder question. I was scared of what the hard way was; my imagination was running wild with possibilities. I also knew that nothing I had done meant I deserved the easy way. I had fucked up too many times already. "The hard way. Sir." If he allowed me the easy way, it would be a gift from a god. And the god would be a cruel and dark god. It would be a god like TJ. "Good faggot," he said. "Learning what you are. What you are entitled to." He laughed. "Now, stand up and turn around." I stood up and turned around. There was a large mirror on the wall, but it was positioned so that my image was blocking my view of TJ. All I could see was his legs and his hard cock, pointing straight up. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, raising my ass up in the air, and exposing it to him. "Nice. Now, spread your legs," he said. I did as he told me, shuffling my bare feet against the floor. From previous trips here, I knew the floor was only just barely cleaned between customers, and my feet were getting dirty from the accumulated sweat, lube, cum, and other things still on the floor. I forced myself to keep my balance, as my balls and holes were exposed to the air. It was a uniquely vulnerable position, and it was only a matter of time before TJ took advantage of my undefended parts. I closed my eyes for second, right as TJ chose to attack. There a quick brush of his against my thigh, then a throbbing aching pain radiating from my balls. I stumbled, trying to keep my balance in the face of the agonizing bolts of pain still shooting out. "Don't fall down, faggot," TJ said, laughing at my efforts to stay composed. "And next time, you better stay still." I braced myself, waiting for another flick of his fingers against my balls, but instead, he pressed a thick finger up against my hole. At least he had licked his finger; the thin layer of spit was all the lube I was going to get right now. He pushed it in and started to stretch me open. Eventually, it would be his cock up there and I cherished the opportunity get opened up slowly. He pulled his finger out, leaving me empty. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his finger back in me. I needed something in me: a finger, a toy, a dick, something. The tina was hitting me hard, and the last of my inhibitions were falling away. I was wagging my ass at him, all but begging him to fuck me. "Please, I need more." As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Before I could react, he slapped my balls. The pain was exquisitely perfect and I forced myself not to move at all. "That's the submissive faggot I've been needing. Good cocksucker," he said. He slapped my balls again, not quite as hard as before. But my balls were already sensitized and the white-hot ache filled my world. I gasped, trying to stay in the room with TJ. "Stay with me, TJ said. He was gently rubbing his fingers against my nutsack. Under normal circumstances, it would have felt amazing. But my balls were still recovering from the two rounds of TJ's abuse, and each finger stroke was another volley of pain. "Stay with me," he repeated, more insistently. It would have been far too easy to disassociate myself from the scene at hand, but TJ would have able to tell. From the tone of his voice, it was obvious that the repercussions for that escape would be far worse than the simple agony I would otherwise endure. "Such a good faggot," he said. His finger strokes were now light taps, reminding me just how vulnerable I was. But I didn't care. The tina was blasting through my veins now, and concepts formerly off-limits were now fair game. I wanted to give up my ass to TJ, to let that hard ebony shaft impale me. No, better, I wanted that fat nigger dick in my white hole. Against everything I had believed in, this was the ultimate in perversion. A fine what man, giving up his holes to a black man. "You need a reward, I think," TJ muttered. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his nigger cock in me and I didn't care that it was at least twice the width of anything I had yet taken today. But, at least for now, TJ was looking out for me. His fingers returned to my anus. He pressed them against my hole, and forced the sharp shard of tina we had selected earlier into me. It burnt and cut when TJ thrust his finger into me, and pushed the potent shard into me. "Just give that a minute to melt, and we will be flying together, faggot!" He laughed. "You ever make a guy wear a rubber? Or are you a total bareback slut?" "Bareback slut," I said. "No condoms." "But only white guys?" "Yeah," I said. I knew there was no way this was going to end well for me. But there was no way that lying would end any better. "At least so far." "Well. Tonight's gonna be your lucky night. Time for you to get a black cock up that racist white ass of yours." TJ pulled his finger almost all the way out, then shoved it roughly back in. I grunted as his fingers scraped against my vulnerable flesh. " And a brown cock," he continued. He pulled his finger back out and added a second one to the assault. "And a red cock. An entire fucking United Nations of cocks. It's gonna be fun." He laughed. It was clear the one thing it was not going to be for me was fun. With his two fingers still deep in my hole, he reached over, grabbed the door, and opened it. It swung open easily, exposing me bent over, naked, two black fingers buried in my white ass to anyone who would happen to walk by. "Ever had a rainbow of cum drip down your thigh?" TJ asked. It was more than loud enough for anyone to hear, but luckily, there was no one in the hallway. "No," I said. "Well, tonight's gonna be your lucky night, faggot," TJ said. He continued to finger fuck me. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, I still pulled my ass cheeks apart as far as I could. At the deepest points in his shoves, he pushed the shard further into me. It was slowly melting and getting absorbed by my body. Like his finger-fuck, I had no choice but to accept it, utterly powerless against the certain consequences. In fact, it made me spread my ass even further, eager for his fingers, for anything, to penetrate me. TJ noticed. "Hell yeah," he said. "Let me in." "Fuck me," I moaned. I needed more than just his black fingers inside me. As twisted as it sounded to me, I needed his cock inside me. Yeah, he was a black guy. But in the perverted logic of the tina high, it seemed almost appropriate. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let him inside me. "Please," I grunted, as TJ shoved his fingers back into me. "Not yet, faggot. When it's time." He pulled out and shoved them back into me. "And we'll both know when it's time for me to fuck you." This thrust was harder than before, and I stumbled a bit. As I recovered, I glanced towards the now open door. There was a guy standing there; in the dim light it was hard to tell anything about him. "Mind if I take a try at fucking him?" the stranger asked, stepping into the room. Once in the room, the light was marginally better, and I could see he had the olive skin of an Italian or Greek, with a slim, muscular body. His muscular pecs and washboard abs were covered by a layer of dark hair, thick enough to make it obvious he trimmed. But, the towel wrapped around his waist hid his most important asset. "Be my guest," TJ said. The stranger extracted a condom from his towel. "You don't need that," TJ said. "Good. I was going to find an excuse to take it off anyway." He tossed the packet on the bed. "That what I think it is?" he asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. In the mirror, I watched TJ hand the stranger the pipe and torch. The stranger gently kicked the door closed before heating the pipe, and it was not long before a tendril of smoke emerged from the bowl. He took his time, doing several hits before finally pulling the torch away and exhaling one last large cloud. "He need one?" he asked TJ. "Nah. He just did a booty bump." The stranger handed the pipe back to TJ. "Good," the guy said. "He'll need it. I fuck hard when I'm tweaked." "That's good," TJ said. "Mark needs a hard fucking. Don't you?" he asked me. It was hard for me to follow the conversation; the drugs were flowing through my veins and my hole was burning. I couldn't tell if the burn was from the crystal still dissolving in me or my need to finally get fucked. I had sucked a lot of dick, but no one had yet fucked me. "Yeah," I finally said. I pulled my ass cheeks back apart, hoping that the stranger would take the hint. "See?" TJ said. "All yours." "Yeah," the stranger said. He undid the sloppy knot on his towel and tossed it onto the bed. It revealed a thick, uncut cock, hanging down between his muscular legs. His cock was only a little smaller than TJ's, but against his short gymnast body, it seemed absolutely massive. I hoped that I would be able to take it, since defeat here would bode poorly for my ability to accommodate TJ's tool. "He lubed up?" "Nah," TJ said. "If he's gonna take that thing, he'll need a bit." Luckily, I had pulled a bottle out of my bag when we first got into the room, and TJ tossed it to the stranger. He poured what felt like only a few drops on my hole; it was hardly enough to prepare me for his dick. In the mirror, I saw him pour a lot more on his dick and start to stroke it. "Nice," TJ commented, as the stranger's cock stiffened, lengthened and hardened. "Been fucked yet tonight?" he asked. His cock was now sticking straight out in front of him, hard and erect. Like a deadly snake, it glistened from the coating of lube. I knew it was not enough, but in the moment, it was hard for me to come up with the words to ask for more. "Not yet," TJ said. He continued, able to say the words I was struggling with. "You should pour a bit more lube on his hole. He's just starting out and we don't want him out too early in the night." "Right on," the stranger said. He poured some more of the cool liquid on my hole, and stuffed a finger into me. "Fuck," he said, as I felt his finger brush up against the last of the shard. "Tina's not even fully melted. He's gonna be flying." Something about his tone made my cock shrink, even more than the tina had already done. I was already pretty damn high, and any more would leave me a tweaked-out mess. I had only been this high once before. It was right as I was first exploring my sexuality. The drugs lifted so many inhibitions, and it was not long before I was taking cock after cock. Tonight was already starting out similarly, only so far, it had been all black and Latino cocks that I had taken. "Yeah," TJ said. "That's the entire point. Get him totally fucked up. Now, you need to get him fucked." The stranger didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me gaping and hungry. He immediately replaced them with the very tip of cock. I gasped, but the stranger ignored me and pressed his shaft on in. The little bit of finger-fucking I had gotten from TJ and the stranger was hardly enough, and the pain radiated out of from my anus. I bit down, but it provided hardly any relief. "Just relax. You're gonna take it all, don't worry about it," the stranger said.

My mouth was watering for big black cock and my hole was absolutely on fire. Scott grabbed a butt plug and inserted it into himself with a quick eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-the-head effect. "Feel good, pig?" I asked......he just nodded and licked his lips and walked over to add more crystal to our pipe. We definitely wanted it ready for our hung black guest of honor. The torch heated the pipe and and that familiar crackle sound and the hum of the torch filled the room when a loud knock hit the door. Neither of us had checked messages recently. Scott smirked and handed me the pipe and torch and headed for the door. I hit that pipe and blew out a huge cloud. I heard a very deep voice introduce himself as Tyrell and heard his belt buckle hit the hardwood floor practically before the door closed behind him. As I walked over to the foyer, Scott was doing what he was born to do....on his knees deep throating that beautiful thick black cock. Tyrell loved it and motioned for the pipe. We passed it back and forth and he was telling us that he had come from a gang bang. Scott groaned at those words and I have to admit it turned me on, too and we both looked at each other wondering if there could be more in our near future. Tyrell got comfortable and motioned toward the bed. Clearly he was ready to fuck some white ass. He bent me over and ate my hole for a good four or five minutes. I had to have that huge piece. I crouched down a bit and offered him my pink fuck hole. He spit on his cock and slid the head in past my hungry lips. I felt that monster disappear deep inside me and he started to droll me with deep deliberate strokes. Scott hit the pipe, egging us on. We decided to switch up and Scott got on the edge of the bed and grabbed his ankles spreading his legs wide for our new buddy. Tyrell stepped a couple feet to his left and started plowing that hungry cunt. It wasn't long before his breathing became more intense and he grunted every couple of seconds.....finally dropping that sweet nut that we were so fucking crazed for. Tyrell assured us there'd be another round or two and I exited to prepare some G/gatorade cocktails.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**