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It really wasn't a question as he stepped right on board and the boat rocked to announce his arrival. I had hardly pulled out of the Marina attendant I had just finished breeding and this new guy was already looking through the hatch with a view of my bare ass. I'm an exhibitionist so was not the least bit flustered to turn full frontal and invite him in. The first guy, who turned out to be an employee of the new arrival was mortified. He dove to cover his privates with the first piece of clothing he could grab. My shirt. The big hairy bear turned out to be the harbour master. When the redhead had mentioned I was at my boat the harbour master decided to bring the last of the paperwork for my signature. He seemed totally unfazed by the scene he had walked into. I signed and initialed everything. Being quite partial to big hairy bears I asked if he'd like to join in the fun. "Hu? I wonder?" He said. "Wife won't do blow jobs and I hear you gay guys are great at them. Maybe I'll give that a try." He was already opening his fly. I invited him to sit and he fished out a large thick veiny cock. When I bent to take it in my mouth I felt the other guy finger my hole. I asked the harbour master if he minded if we continued and he just said; "sure, carry on. " The guy in backs idea of carrying on was to plunge into me balls deep. I went back to work with my mouth. The bear's cock had grown to eleven inches and was thicker than a pop can. It was more than a mouthful. I couldn't fit much more than it's huge head in my mouth. His moans made it clear I was doing a good enough job. Meanwhile I was enjoying a good pounding from the rear. The bear curious of the wet sounds from the fuck reached back and fingered my ass ring stretched around the other guys pistonning dick. "Fuck man! You are pretty wet back there. Is that lube or cum?" The other guy spoke; "Cum sir. He's got a few loads in there." "Damn! I've never fucked a guy before. Mind if I take a turn?" The other guy had already pulled out before I had time to say; "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. Just one thing. You're substantial, so please take it slow. " The bear stripped as I bent over the bunk. My sloppy ass resisted his entry. The harder he pushed the more determined I grew. I took deep breaths, relaxed my ass and pushed back equal to his force. This turned out not the wisest approach. When he popped through my ring he plunged in about six inches. I'd been fucked by bigger, but not often. They had never entered so fast. I thought I'd pass out from the pain. I placed my hand on his fur covered belly to indicate I needed some time. The other guy then moved in to eat out his boss's ass. From the bear's immediate reaction this was another first. The distraction kept him busy and gave my ass time to adjust. With my encouragement he slowly began working in and out of me gaining depth with each in stroke. I was now finding the pain exquisite. The other guy stood wrapping his arms around the bear. His fingers played with the bear's nipples. The bear was moaning from sex heaven. Having bottomed out in me he picked up the pace and said; "Fuck, this feels amazing. I had no idea. You know what? In for a penny in for a pound. You may as well slide that thing poking at my hole in. ... Wait. Do either of you guys have a condom? ... No? Shit! ... Fuck it. Fuck me. Just shove on in." The look of pain on his face was massive. In spite of that he encouraged; "I'm okay, don't stop" and very soon; "Fuckin God, Jesus Christ that feels fantastic!" The three of us got quite a groove on for the next five minutes. The harbour master spoke to the guy fucking him; "You gotta try taking it up the ass man. Let me fuck you for a little. You wanna give it a try?" The guy behind pulled out, turned and bent over. The harbour master pulled out of me turned and asked; "You sure you're okay without a condom.?" "Yeah, I uh, I think so sir." As the bear's cock began to enter he said; "You think so! You already have a load in here don't yah?" "Um. Uh ...Yes sir. " As he finished pushing in I stood, entered the bear's big hairy ass and waisted no time pounding at full throttle. It was not long before I was gifting the bear with his first ever load. He immediately turned and confronted me; "You fuckin faggot! You just came in my ass didn't you? God damn, I didn't want it to go that far." "You said in for a penny." "Fuck. Maybe so but I didn't want you to cum in me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" "Why don't you punish me with your fuckin huge cock? Tear up my ass and fill me with your baby makers." "I'll punish you alright. " With no mercy he drove his big thick cock up my ass and pounded like a pile driver. I couldn't conceal the pain with my face. But it was the kind of pain I love. Before long he drove in deeper than ever and started to convulse. One, two, three ... eight massive convulsions before they reduced to full body shudders. That's when the other guy moved in on the bear's ass with his mouth. More shudders ensued. "Holly fuckin Mother of God! I have never exploded like that in all my days. " When the bear pulled away the other guys mouth went directly to my ass. I couldn't tell if he was pushing cum in or sucking cum out. Probably a combination of both and it felt great. With no words he stood, entered me and was blasting the fourth load of the day into my grateful guts. I was happy to spend the rest of the afternoon sitting on the deck in my skimpy speedo soaking up the sun. I kept replaying what had just happened as all their precious man fluids marinated and soaked into me. This was a fantastic start to a fuckin great sailing season.

I got hit up on Grindr by the young guy (21) who I had fooled around with in my office after work without either of us coming. He lives a little way out of town, and he had just gotten off work and was hoping to play before driving home. He offered me head; I told him I wasn't really ready for anything else since I hadn't showered yet today. He said that was cool, and he was at my house in less than 10 minutes. We got naked and onto the bed. He sucked me good and working my nipples which totally does it for me. He kept brushing a finger across my hole. Then he started maneuvering so his cock was brushing against my hole. I knew this game well enough, so I reminded him I had not cleaned out but gave him permission to go for it. We tried a couple of positions before settling on me on my belly and him on top. His cock is about 6.5" but nicely thick, and he has a barbell piercing on the underside. He was driving into me pretty good, and I was totally into it. After a few minutes he said, "I can cum on command. You just tell me when you are ready." I let him go a good while. It felt good, and I was getting off on testing his control. I finally told him to cum in me. He moaned and sped up and pumped me full of his load. He still lives with family, so he had to bolt pretty quickly. He was really a decent fuck, and that piercing felt really good. I hope we do it again soon.

I think I might have met my perfect bottom. Got hit up on BBRT by a guy from Florida (I’m in New York). Says he’s over 1,000 miles away. We start chatting. Boy is super cute. 26 (I’m 36), Cuban, a little shy looking, 5’6” or so, twink build but with some muscle definition. Sucks he’s so far away, I thought. Turns out he’s a flight attendant and was flying to New York that night for a two day layover. He wanted to meet me, so I made plans to go to his hotel at night. When I went, we clicked right away. So much more than a typical hook up. Up in his hotel room, after a little conversation, we got down to it. His hole tasted so good while he was deepthroating my cock. When he turned around and sat on it, we both went to heaven. Perfect hole. Not too tight, not too loose, has that shallow second hole that just opens right up and sucks my cock in like warm satin. I fucked him in every position possible. Made slow deep love to him... also fucked him so hard and fast, with so much intensity... and everything in between. We were in pure ecstasy, fucking for hours in every position you could imagine. He was light enough that I was able to pick him up and bounce him on my cock while kissing him. In our final position, I had him on his back. I was fucking him slowly but deeply. His eyes rolled back in his head and he was moaning loudly. I was balls deep and the top half of my cock was slowly gyrating in his second hole. It was pure heaven. I would have fucked him all night if I still had that stamina, but I figured three and a half hours was good enough. Opening him up deep finally got me, I felt my load coming and I knew it was going to be huge. When I came, I pulled his hips against me as hard as I could and unleashed one of the biggest loads I’ve ever shot deep inside him. He was so turned on, he came at the same time without even touching his cock. It was incredible. Sadly I won’t get to see him regularly, but he will be back. I can’t wait to see him again... we got plans to go out too. Man I wish he were closer, I would boyfriend him up in a minute.

I swear to God it's something about latin bottoms. Just invited this Latino bottom to my place for some fun. I was horny and just got off work and can't seem to calm down my hard on. It kept bothering me all day. This bottom I just bred took my soul along with my seed. It was one point in the encounter where I was in some kind of zone just pounding to oblivion. When I stopped to regroup he started panting and grunting. At that moment we were both animals at our most primal nature. Nothing mattered, I couldn't think, there was no thoughts just pure lust. I split his cheeks open and shot so deep inside him. Fuck that was a memory. Some bottoms just be that special one. I can finally sleep now.

Chapter 11 - The Aftermath The drive home from Jasper’s was surreal, and it felt like it took forever. Brian felt violated, sexy, and numb, all at the same time. And he was scared to death. The thoughts swirling around in his mind were crowding out what he needed to be focusing on in the moment: coming up with a good lie to tell his parents about why he was out so late. His dad had texted him, and he needed to respond, but he had no clue what to say. “I was the star at an HIV positive sex party” just wasn’t going to cut it. Beyond that, he was mortified at letting anyone see him like this. He wasn’t sure while driving, but he was petrified that cum leaking out of his ass would wet his shorts. And his wrists had tender pink rings around them from the handcuffs. Thank God no one had given him a hickey- this was bad enough. Finally, about half way home, he texted his dad back and apologized for letting time get away from him, and told him that he and some friends from school had been really into the video game they were playing, and now were hoping to watch the movie version. He figured his dad would be happy he was hanging out with other kids, so he asked if he could stay a while later to watch with them, and he got the green light. So, once Brian got to his home town, he didn’t go home. He didn’t know where to go, so he drove to the high school, one place he knew would be dead on a Saturday night. He pulled in the parking lot, drove behind the school to the teacher lot, which you couldn’t see from the road, and parked his Jeep. He reclined the drivers seat back, and laid there in silence, thinking about what had just happened to him. He had the same swirling and conflicting mix of emotions he had had after Adam fucked him that first time, and when he fucked Jake without being sure of his status, and as he was walking in to the party, but this time they all played second fiddle to one overriding feeling: dread. …… Jake had a really big week ahead of him. He would be wrestling in the state finals the upcoming weekend, and he also had a big test in French on Friday. Brian didn’t take French, so he was spared that, and he was spared from having too much of Jake’s attention throughout the week. If things had been normal, Jake would surely have realized how sullen Brian was being around him. Brian felt awful. Emotionally, at first. He felt like he had probably just made the biggest mistake of his young life, and maybe his entire life. The very high likelihood that he had been infected would have been enough cause for depression, but the way Brian felt about Jake was compounding that. He had betrayed him. He had cheated on him. And he had done it in a way that all but assured him there would be no redemption. He thought about how Jasper had teased him at the end of the night, telling him that he was a slut and would probably wind up stealthing Jake because he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. The thought did cross Brian’s mind- maybe he just wouldn’t tell him and would go on like nothing happened. But what then? What if Brian tested positive, and then infected Jake. Jake would know it was Brian who did it. But even outside of fearing getting caught, Brian’s heart smacked him the face any time he contemplated hurting Jake. He had been driven by lust when he slept with Adam and when he went to the party. But lust would not be controlling him with Jake. …… The following week, Brian started to feel sick. As soon as he realized it, his stress level shot through the roof. He knew what this probably was. Brian’s symptoms knocked him out. His parents were concerned about why he seemingly had the normal flu in May, but he managed to convince them that he could handle it and they should go to work and leave him home to sleep it off. After he finally got them to leave, he managed to get himself out of bed and drive to the clinic for another HIV test. He could feel the technician at the clinic peering in to his soul, recognizing how shitty Brian felt, and what that, in combination with the test, could mean. He asked Brian if he had had unprotected sex lately, and Brian reluctantly admitted it, and they gave him the full blood test. Luckily the clinic had a lab on-sight, so Brian didn’t have to wait long for his results. He had just gotten home and back in to bed when his phone buzzed. It was the email with the results. He opened it, and for the second time that spring he desperately searched for one of two words. He scrolled down and found one: POSITIVE. Brian’s immediate reaction was stunned stillness. He stared at his phone for what must have been 30 minutes, his mind blank, absorbing this news. He was sweating and felt like death as his mind finally allowed him to piece it together: He was 18, a senior in high school. He was a straight-A student, a thin & athletic runner, a good kid on his way to a good college. And he had HIV. He dropped his phone on the floor, climbed back in to bed, and pulled the covers up over his chest. He stared at the ceiling of the bedroom he had lived in his entire life. His parents would be home that night. His little brother would be home from school in a few hours. They would all come in and check on him. And none of them would know what was wrong. They couldn’t. Not yet anyways. He couldn’t bear the thought of being that sort of disappointment. He was pretty sure they’d all be fine with him being gay. He was also pretty sure they would be furious at him for being so stupid and reckless. As he laid in bed, his mind wandered back to his pozzing. The initial fuck he endured from Adam outside, in front of all those horny men. How powerful he felt, the hot young star of the show. All these guys there lusting for him. He remembered feeling good in that moment. He even thought about what had happened up in the bedroom at the end of the night. He was still pissed, but he was at least slightly pleased that it had happened because they thought he was hot, and they all wanted him. As Brian replayed the party back in his mind, he felt his twink cock getting hard. He hadn’t cum since the party. For a moment he got angry with himself, thinking this should not be celebrated. But then he took a deep breath and tried to tell himself there was nothing he could do now- this was who he was for the rest of his life. And with that, he took his hard 7.5 inch dick in his teenage hand and started slowly caressing his new weapon. He closed his eyes and thought about Adam, who had shone his true colors the other night, and imagined impaling the bastard on his dick. He thought about fucking all those men, and their sons, their nephews. He envisioned his revenge. And soon enough, he blew a huge load all over his chest and his face, and with that, his first toxic cum had left his dick. His feeling of power was back, and he was so turned on by himself that he took his finger, ran it through the positive jizz on his chest, and gave it a taste. He exhaled, and then his frame of mind quickly flipped, and he began balling. Jake had replaced Adam and Jasper in his mind, for the first time since getting the result. He couldn’t control it, and his face became covered in tears as well as cum. Even though they had only really known each other a short time, he was pretty sure he was in love with Jake. And while he was a horny teenager who got seduced by the danger of poz chasing, he wasn’t evil. He wouldn’t be taking revenge on anyone. He had to tell Jake and end this before he could hurt him any more.

My boyfriend turned me into a cumdump. He’s also the one that changed my lifestyle from straight to being a gay male.

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there's a great darkroom at Lateshift here in Auckland - there are no lights at all - and the only glimmer of light is from way down the corridor outside the darkroom - so you really can't see anything. Just standing there in the silence knowing there are other guys beside you - waiting...the anticipation. The energy of waiting...then you get brushed by a hand, or a cock. And the hand finds your arse...strokes it - moves up your back and starts pushing you forward - and then you know that you're going to get fucked - and the head of the cock reaches your cheeks....and pushes in. It can be intense. I love it!

It's been a long time since I had so much fun. Met up with a fit bear couple who I hadn't seen in a very long time. They were in town visiting a (female) friend and afterwards dropped by my place. With breaks we played for several hours. Both very good size cocks and they know how to use them. Made me cum twice by just fucking me and ended up with 5 loads in my ass and one on my face. Exhausted afterwards. My hole is sore and every muscle hurts but total bliss!

I grew up on the Jersey shore. Had summer jobs every year of all kinds. I loved the beach. After my junior year of college I came home once again to work at the beach. Got a job as a bar back in Asbury Park so I could spend my days getting tan. First night on the job I met Barry who was working the same shift and we hit it off. After work we sat on the tailgate of his pickup and drank a few beers in the parking lot. We agreed to hit the beach together in the morning. A few hours later we met up and walked under the boardwalk to get to the beach. Barry walked in front of me in a little peach colored speedo. He had a nice little ass I thought. I was thinking about his ass went I bumped into him...he had stopped short. “Shhh” he said. “Listen”. I heard moaning and slapping. I was already hard and Barry moved back onto my hardon. “Sounds like fun” he said. I stammered something unintelligible and sucked in my breath as he rubbed his butt on my cock. He turned to me and kissed me and took my hand and led me to the beach. He said, “ let’s catch some rays first”. I followed his sexy ass out onto the beach and we set up our towels and Barry rubbed Coppertone on me and I had a giant boner. He discreetly grabbed me and I moaned and he said, “now do me”... oh how I so wanted too! We soaked up the sun for a few hours flipping and reapplying lotion. I was SO horny. Barry took a walk down the beach and when he returned said he knew a bunch of people further down the beach hanging out, so we picked up and joined them. I was introduced to a bunch of guys mostly in speedos or small tight suits. Several different hot guys rubbed me down with lotion and I them for the rest of the afternoon. We drank beer, talked, smoked and tanned. We were close to the boardwalk and guys would pair off and walk underneath for awhile. Barry came back from “a walk” and I saw a huge wet spot on his sexy ass. My new friend Enrico and I made eye contact at the same time and he asked if I wanted to take a walk. We entered the dark coolness of the under part of the boardwalk and I could hear guys fucking. We walked to a darker area and Enrico spread a blanket out in front of us and pulled down my speedo as he drew me down onto the blanket. We kissed. We 69’d. He ate my hole with gusto, it was marvelous with his mustache and chin stubble. He dumped lotion in my ass and finger me while I sucked his sexy dark Dick and buried myself in his sweaty bush. And then he turned me around and slowly at first started long dicking me. I moaned and pinched my nipples as he picked up his pace. My Dick was bouncing with every thrust and suddenly another Dick was in my face. I was so horny, I gobbled that cock right up and the two cocks shared me in a spit roast. I was thoroughly enjoyed myself impaled on two nice cocks when a head slid underneath me and a mouth engulfed my cock! In no time I was moaning loudly and cumming like a racehorse! Enrico started pounding me harder and with one final thrust yelled something in Spanish and collapsed on my back. when he pulled out of me the mouth on my cock n balls moved to my hole and his tongue whirled around my rim. The beautiful cock I was sucking then pulled out of me and he flipped me on my back and pulled up my legs as he thrust deep into me. Barry appeared and kissed me with his crummy mouth and tongue, he whispered that he wanted to just watch but got carried away and wanted my cum. He pinched my nipples and my cock got hard again as the sexy man fucking me began pounding away at my hole. He thrust deep and as he hit bottom Barry twisted my nipples hard and my cock erupted again. Above me, I could hear the sound of the carousel and feet walking bi above. Ah sweet summer...gonna be a good one I thought

As a cumdump, I have many goals and aspirations. One of the most prominent is finding a partner who actively encourages my lifestyle and purpose. I don’t mean a partner who is just ‘okay with it.’ I mean someone who actually gets pleasure and joy from knowing how many Men dump their load in me. Someone who isn’t satisfied until I take a certain amount of loads in a certain period of time. Someone who is excited about posting ads, going to parties, etc just to see how many Men can use me. I’m already a cumslut, so ‘help’ isn’t the issue. More so, it would be even more reassuring and motivating trying to please my partner by just being more of who I am. It sounds easier said than done. But I’m optimistic I’ll find the one. lol. Anyway, do any cumdumps have a similar desire? Would any guys enjoy having a partner who is a cumdump?

I pressure down as I spread their cheeks. Once I have I good seal i unload. When I bottom I spread my cheeks and beg for it deep in my unprotected cheating hole.

I prefer to take a guy's load in my ass or mouth bot on my face or chest is good. One guy insisted on shooting his load in the pouch of my jockstrap and wanted to watch me put it on. I felt horny as I put it on and felt his load on my balls. Walking home was kinda hot cuz his load was being spread over my cock n balls.

If it smells too bad, I just cannot do it. I really prefer to host for just these sorts of reasons. You never know what horror show is going to be behind that front door.

I've always imagined friendships like orbits - the core for your partner and immediate family the inner circle for the people you trust implicitly and can rely on (and vice versa). a middle orbit of people who for one reason or another haven't earned the right to be in the inner circle yet or are a little flaky. outer orbits are people who are best described as acquaintances or the very flaky. I'd say a few work colleagues are in the middle circle. Most in the outer orbits. I noticed that during the covid lockdown it was really only my inner circle that reciprocated efforts to communicate and stay in touch. My middle and outer orbits are very thin on people post covid lockdown. As to the original question - what do you look for...? Earned trust. Putting you first when you need it. Being reliable. Being consistent. Being more of an asset than a burden. Reducing (not increasing) the amount of drama in my life. I will say that I have had the misfortune to know two sociopaths and the experience has made me very wary of others, which is a shame, but necessary.

I was surprised to get the call from the Marina staff. The sailboat had been in the water for three weeks but I couldn't use her because of Covid restrictions. I couldn't even put her mast up. But, then the surprise call. "Mr. C, we are bringing people in one boat at a time to crane on the masts. After such a long wait we want you to be able to use your boat A.S.A.P. when the restrictions are lifted. " I cleared my calendar, pulled on kawki shorts commando and a cut down T. Deep cut v-neck and sleavless deep cut arms. Finally we had nice enough weather to be as close to naked as decency aloud. A 30ish tall slim dark haired man and a handsome early twenties red head assisted me hoisting the mast into place and securing it. The redhead stayed on board, accompanied me back to the slip and helped me tie her in place. With the boat safely secured I dug out my wallet and tried to hand the redhead two crisp new twenty dollar bills. Pulling his shirt over his head he revealed nicely developed freckled shoulders, a well defined lightly haired chest and six pack. He declined my tip and with a seductive wink said; "I had something else in mind Mr. C." Up to that moment I hadn't noticed any hint of sexual flirting. In my surprise I stared back in total silence. He could be all of 24 and I'm a 64 year old hairy otter in decent shape but no gym bunny. I did not see the next words coming from this younge god; "I want to fuck you, that's tip enough." With no more warning he pulled my shirt over my head . I finally stammered something about 'now ' 'here ' and he nodded. I'd had my first Covid shot three weeks prior so thought; 'why the fuck not?' We no sooner hoped down into the cabin and he had my shorts around my ankles and my growing cock in his mouth. Every now and then he would look up it seemed seeking my approval. My soft moans of pleasure told him everything he needed. His hands started messaging my butt cheeks and before long a finger was toying with my hole. He looked up into my face once again and I nodded. The first finger penetrated me. I was grateful for 'PURE'. I hadn't specifically cleaned out for this but chances were good I was pretty clean up there. He stood, removed the rest of his clothes and revealed a thick eight inch beauty surrounded by a short cropped fiery red bush. I just had long enough to take this all in before he spun me around and bent me over the bed in the bow of the boat. He was soon eating out my ass and giving me the most delightful tongue fuck. Every now and then he took a break from my hole and sucked the head of my now engorged cock. Clearly he was not worried about getting back to work as this went on for the next ten minutes. When he stood and teased my hole with his naked cock head I expected him to retrieve a condom from his shorts. He didn't and soon his raw cock head had penetrated my hole. When I pulled away and turned around he looked surprised and apologized. I assured him there was no need, I just needed to be able to watch. I laid down on my back, hoisted my legs and left my ass easily accessible over the edge of the bed. A broad smile crossed his face and he stepped forward to once again tease my ass with his naked cock. "Do you want this Mr. C?" "You fuckin bet I do." "You want it bareback naughty Mr. C?" "Uh hun", as I nodded my head. "You want my young raw cock in your eager hairy hole Mr. C?" "Shut the fuck up and do me already!" His big mushroom head penetrated my ass and he slowly and gently fucked into me little by little. I watched as his thick boner disappeared a quarter to a half inch with each thrust. I just kept breathing deeply reminding myself to relax into the pain. When he was submerged four inches it was as if my ass sucked in the rest of him balls deep and the sharp pain subsided. He leaned forward and planted a deep passionate kiss on my mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments before he pulled off, returned to a steady fuck and asked me; "Is this the way you like it Mr. C?" All I could manage in response were moans of pleasure. I was glad there were no other boaters around. I hoped the pedestrians on the boardwalk couldn't hear me and dismissed the thought when his pace and intensity increased. Soon his body was giving that delightful 'thwack, thwack, thwack' as he pounded into my ass. I didn't want this to ever stop as I felt the sweat drip from his body and his red hair wick sweat into his eyes. He just kept smiling and offering sweaty kisses from time to time. Too soon I could see the signs he was getting close and he informed me; "I'm just going to assume you want my big load inside ... argh... argh ... to late to protest ...fuckin loading your hole Mr. C." He was in so deep I couldn't feel the hot cum I knew was flooding my guts. His whole body and cock convulsed for a long time. Again I didn't want it to stop. He eventually collapsed on top of me and our sweat mixed as our heavy breathing slowly subsided. He eventually lifted himself, looked me in the eye and smiled; "Now that's a decent tip Mr. C. I know your hungry ass enjoyed it as much as I did." "You're fuckin right young man! Fuckin A!" He slipped off me quickly sucking at my hole. He returned to passionately kiss me again. He tasted as sweet as nectar. When he broke the kiss he directed me; "Stay right where you are. My work mate will be here any minute to receive his tip. Or is he giving it? Maybe both knowing that fucker." With that he slipped on his shorts and disappeared.

Day 3 of my visit to Tulsa…. Thank you Daddy Aaron…it was my last night at my hotel, returned from dinner, decided to shower while Grindr was pulled up advertising my ass for the last night. got a reply from a 28 yo top that I was supposed to meet the previous day. Was a simple message, “want cock”. I said yes please, within 15/20 mins in walked a top to find me in a dark room, blindfolded and my ass in the air waiting to please him. He knelt down, licked my ass lips for a bit the n took my head and brought me to his cock. His pictures showed a decent cock but in person it was stunning. He was about 9 inches, very thick, and was wearing a large cock ring. I felt all this. After sucking him, deep throating him, putting my mouth and face all over his balls he told me to get on all 4s but instead I asked if I could sit on it first. I went slowly with NO LUBE JUST SPIT… he felt amazing and my ass relaxed…what happened the next hour was a dream. He then told me, let me fuck u doggy, once he entered me, I grabbed behind to touch his daddy chest and furry belly to discover him wearing a harness. I grabbed hold of it so he could pound my insides even harder and deeper. it was at this point I was told I was a good slut boy for daddy and that my hole was amazing, I then thanked him a thousand times during his massive pounding by saying over and over again thank you daddy aaron. Hd would pull out, give my hole a rest and that’s when I would suck on his monster. It finally ended, unfortunately as we were both loving it, by him jerking off and slamming inside me as he blew one of the biggest wades of Cum. We then sat, and found him to be a sweet loving and caring top. Hugged me and bid him farewell. Thank you Daddy Aaron for one of the best pounding I’ve had in a long time!

Sorry that took forever guys, I've had a lot going on! I've got more coming soon, but wanted to get the kind of interlude chapter out at least so you could see what the result of the party was. Super happy you all are enjoying it!

My boat has been in the water for about a month but the Marina was closed with Covid shutdown. They surprised us by opening the Marina today so I just hung out on the boat this afternoon while surfing Grinder and Scruff. Had some nice chats but nothing looked promising. I need to let you know it had been 4 months with no action for me. I've been going squirrelly this week since I had my shot over 2 weeks ago. Finally saw a fuck buddy on Scruff. He said he needed a blow job. I said I would happily oblige. He's about 55, short cropped grey hair, handsome face, tanned and muscular build. His cock is about 6 inches, but after 4 months I wasn't going to get to picky. Checking the site lines for folk on other docks from inside the cabin we quickly stripped and played with each other's nipples. He's far more a nipple man than me. Soon I was on my knees sucking on his cock. After a while he asked how my ass was. I said "hungry". He mounted me bareback. I had to tell him to go slower, it had been so long. Once he was inside there was no pain. He laid in a good fuck and I moaned my appreciation. After a few minutes and adjustments he really laid in a pounding. I could hear his breathing shift and knew he was close. I grabbed his balls and stroked his raw cock going in and out of my hole. This took him over the top and his seed is marinating in my ass as I type this. Great way to christen the boat and break my long dry spell.

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. “Peter, are you sure this is the right hotel? The only word for this place is 'sleazy'. “Yeah, it was the only one I could find in our price range,” he replied. We checked in and went to our room, and damn, sure enough the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play. “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked. “Yeah” he answered as he walked out the door. We had to play safe with each other as I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together although my friends warned me it wouldn't work. I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. Still I kept to my tasks, and sure enough, an hour or so later, Peter opened the door. “Hey I got a surprise for you.” “Yeah? Was I a good boy?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Oh boy....” We always enjoyed playful banter, even if sometimes a little on the goofy side. “No just relax and go with it,” Peter continued. “What did you do?" “I got an escort for some fun,” he answered. “I wanna watch him fuck you.” “I don't know....” “He's got a big cock.” Well, that was an easy decision. “Okay, but he has to wear a condom.” “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We aren't at home so no one knows us here.” I nodded in agreement. Peter smiled in satisfaction as he opened the door to admit a big muscle man. He stud was stunningly hot, and immediately stripped, advertising his wares, pulled his tank over his head, giving a glimpse of his deep pits and massive chest and arms. Seeing both Peter and I were appreciative of his build, he flexed and posed for us. “You like?” he asked, directing his question specifically at me. I nodded yes. “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked. “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked. “Go on, do it” Peter said as he stripped off his clothes. I got up and went to escort, who took me in his arms and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down, urging “On your knees." I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid in almost the whole way. My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. He bent down and started to play with my hole, his finger circling my hole, teasing it. Taking his finger in his mouth, he loudly sucked in it, making it wet, and then slid it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock. “It's a sweet hole, just like you said,” the escort commented to Peter. “Just wait until you feel it around you cock,” Peter replied. I just continued to suck on the escort's cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. Moving behind me, Peter lifted me to my feet, and as he did so, of course the escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Time for the main event baby,” Peter advised me, and then, turning to the escort asked “You have the condoms?” The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket, answering “Always have 'em.” Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air, instructing me "Now, just stay like that," as he moved quickly around to my ass, separated my ass cheeks, and, now on his knees, slid his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue almost immediately found my hole and started to work its way in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back, and then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage.” I felt a dollop of spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride.” The escort's cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. “Want more?” the escort asked me. "Oh, hell yeah," I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. His hand sought out his cock and the condom, and, finding it satisfactory, he remarked "Just making sure the condom is in place.” Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole,” Peter said from behind me. “Feels good too, babe," I answered. The escort pulled out, I heard the condom crinkle again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said. “Put it back in, slowly,” I replied, adding “Is the condom intact?” “Yes it is” the escort answered. “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter urged. I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. This time I moaned loudl. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it,” the escort said. I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face. “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said, “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered. “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum.” My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do.” I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew. “Don't fight it,” the escort whispered, adding "You want this." His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me. “Please don't! I don't want it,” I pleaded. “Of course you do,” the escort corrected, as he ordered “Peter, get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock.” Peter complied immediately as soon as the escort's cock slid out of my hole. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works.” I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. “Ask for it” the escort ordered of me. “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying with frustration. “No, ask me." “Please would you please fuck me?” “You're still not asking for it.” “Please give me your disease,” I asked the muscle bound escort. “Better, but not good enough.” “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole.” “That's what I wanted to hear." He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. “I know you saw his tattoo,” Peter remarked to me. I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him. “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing. The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear, quietly saying "Tell me again.” “Fuck your poz cum into me,” I implored, adding a polite “please.” He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter, who didn't answer, but rather simply stepped up next to the escort who was pulling out to get to his feet. As he did so, Peter slid his cock into my hole. Unlike every other time we had fucked, this time it was raw. “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe.” He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. “Poz him again,” the escort said, urging Peter on. I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging, so when he slammed his cock in deep and yelled “Take it, you chasing whore. I've been wanting to charge your hole since we met.” I'm not sure I was all that surprised. “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” encouraged the escort, who added “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole,” as Peter slowly pumping his cock in and out. “Yeah, mixing those diseases,” Peter remarked with satisfaction. “You were right. Deep down he was a chaser,” the escort commented. Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he had pulled off. I simply lay there, dazed, watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash. “Here's your fee, $200 as agreed, and a tip,” Peter said. “Let me know if he needs another dose,” the escort said. The escort dressed and left, leaving us alone and naked in the room. “You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me?”

1. I looked at my watch once more. It read 5:50PM; only ten more minutes of agony. There hadn't been a customer since 3:00PM; my manager had left at 4:30, and I prayed that one would not appear at the last minute. Thirty minutes earlier, I had tempted the customer fates by taking break in the back room; if one would come, it would have been when I had my pants down and my dick hanging out. Luckily, no one had come. I had changed into a jock strap and now the bright red waist band just barely peeked out from above my khakis. Outside, there was a slow drizzle still coming down. I didn't mind. It would make a last minute customer even less likely now, and the bath house would be even more crowded this evening. I looked in my backpack. The two booty bumps I had prepared before work were still there. All I had to do now was draw up some water and let it dissolve, and I'd be flying twenty minutes later. I did the math once more. Five minutes to close up. Five minutes to walk to the bath house. Five minutes to get settled in my room. And then five minutes to find a top to pound my hole. It meant could do the bump right before I locked the front door. Which, in turn, meant it was now finally time to fill it up and let it start dissolving. It only took a second at the stockroom sink to fill the booty syringe; I left it there for the small crystals to dissolve in the water. Back out in the sales room, it felt like an hour passed before 5:58 arrived. However, slowly, endlessly, it did. I sneaked into the back, dropped my khakis to my knees, and slid the thin tube deep in my hole. There was just enough lube left in my hole from cleaning out earlier that it went in easily. I pressed down the plunger and the cold liquid burned for a moment before it settled into a dull ache. It would be a few minutes before the tina soaked in and I savored the anticipation. I put the used booty bump in my bag, next to the one I was saving for midnight. There was also the pipe and torch, but those would be for later. I pulled up my pants back up and returned to the show room. The clock now read six o'clock. I was done and was completely free for the next four days. But my fates had other ideas. Right as I started towards the door, a man appeared from around the corner, and pushed his way into the shop. "Fuckin' A!," he exclaimed. "You're still open. Been a fucking bitch of an afternoon, running from store to store. You still got the new iPhones in stock?" "Yeah," I said. I shifted my weight, feeling those tiny few cc's of liquid shift in my hole. I had only a precious few minutes before it would hit. When it did, I wanted to be at the bathhouse, getting ready for a fat white shaft to slide into my hole. "Well, we were just about to close." The customer was a black man wearing a windbreaker and baggy sweats. I had gotten a lot better over the past few years, but I still hated dealing with them. It was always one problem after another: lost ID; wanting some blinged out phone; failing the credit check; after an hour of dithering, picking the cheapest one. I had never had a good experience with a black man. "But you have them?" I nodded, before I even realized what I was doing. "Good, he said, pulled down the hood from his ratty windbreaker. "Now, don't be a fucking cocksucker, and sell me a phone." I looked him over. He was tallish, maybe 6'1", with a definite muscle build. His head was clean-shaven, a smooth expanse of chocolate-brown skin. As I looked over his fine black body, I remembered my past. Of course, there was still the tattoo, but today, there was also the jockstrap. I had bought it at a leather store in Atlanta and the strap was decorated with Confederate flags. The tina was starting to work its depraved magic, and I found myself wondering how it would look; his fat black cock sliding into my white hole against the background of the racist symbol. It was always the first sign of the crystal kicking in; my imagination got more vivid, more extreme, searching out the taboo and dirty, the profane and depraved. I had never been fucked by a black man before. What I had been taught as a child was hard to overcome, but the tina was changing my outlook. At least I remembered the first rule of customer service. "I'm Mark," I finally said. "Hey, Mark! If you wanna take care of me, sell me the damn phone." I was quickly wrenched back to reality. He had caught me checking him out and I knew it would be the first of many betrayals the booty bump would commit against me. I looked back up at his eyes; they were neither friendly nor angry. They were just resigned. "Yo, Mark, it's cool. A good cocksucker can do things to my tool no girl would ever dream of doing. But first, I gotta get a new phone. Black. 32." "Gotta get it out of the back," I said, trying to focus on his face. I resisted the urge to look down. He was wearing baggy sweats and I knew if I looked down, I'd see the outline of his cock. In my mind, he had a long, fat black shaft. Mine, by comparison, would be nothing more than a tiny white one. "Sure man. You do what you gotta do," he said. "You mind if I smoke a quick one?" I was conflicted. I didn't really want him smoking any more than I wanted him in the shop. But if I made him go outside, it would take another five minutes, and that would be five less minutes getting plowed by an anonymous stranger at the bath house. "I guess," I said as I grabbed the keys. "Sure." In the storage room, I eyed my bag. A freshly loaded pipe was in there, not to mention the other booty bump. A quick hit seemed like just what I needed. I pulled the pipe out, staring at the pool of melted crystal at the bottom. It called to me, but I forced myself to put the pipe back in the case. The last thing I need was to get even higher. I had to remember that the booty bump had barely hit me. I had dosed myself with nearly a quarter and the weekend was only just beginning. I grabbed the box from the shelf, and went back into the show room. Even though I hadn't hit the pipe, I couldn't say the same for my customer. He had a long glass pipe hanging from his lips, and was carefully heating it up with a torch. From the slight haze in the air, it was clearly not his first hit. He looked up at me, and pulled the pipe out of this mouth. He just smiled, then exhaled a thick white cloud. I wondered if he knew it was getting recorded. If he did, he didn't seem to care. "You cool with this?" he asked, his tone letting me he didn't care if I was cool or not. "Needed to blow some clouds." "Sure," I said, putting the box on the counter. He was staring at me, and I was momentarily transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. I licked my lips, first once, then twice, and a third time. He laughed. "Damn man. Your eyes are wide. Your head already up in these clouds?" "Yeah," I said. I was no longer stunned into silence, and was able to speak again. "Booty bump." "Well, damn man, I gotta catch up. But first, you gotta get that phone up and running man." "Yeah," I said. "Name? And your number?" "TJ. TJ Wiliams," he said and gave me his number. I quickly typed it in, as he savored another long slow drag off the pipe. I scanned in the phone, and waited for the activation sequence to finish. TJ did another two hits before offering me the pipe. "I know you're already tweaked," he said. "But a little more never hurt no one." I took the pipe. It was still warm and smoking and I inhaled deeply. The thick clouds filled my lungs, lifting me up and away from my mundane concerns. TJ was hardly a delay; he might even be the main event for the night. Unfortunately, right as I was exhaling, an error message came up on the screen. It was one I was far too familiar with; I was going to have to call the tech support line and get some stupid block cleared from his account. I had the number burned into muscle memory; it wasn't long before I had someone on the line. I tried to explain the situation, watching out of the corner of my eye as TJ hit the pipe a few more times. His hand had dropped to his crotch, and through the thin fabric, he was playing with his cock. Finally, the representative said he needed to talk with TJ. "He needs to talk to you," I said, handing him the phone. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but a motion pulled my gaze down. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. It was a massive, thick rod already straining against the fabric of his sweats. "Yeah?" TJ said. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?" He frowned. "Fuck that shit," he said, the anger palpable. "If they are going to put me on fucking hold, you're going to keep me happy." He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. "Suck my dick, faggot," he said. I hesitated, suddenly aware of the large glass windows facing the street. "Oh come on. I've seen how you've been drooling over it. You know you want it." With his free hand, he pushed me down to my knees, my face exactly level with his dick. I stared at the black snake for a moment, not quite believing where I had ended up. He wanted me to suck on it, to debase myself at the altar of his black cock. Involuntarily, I wondered what my father would say if he were still alive. It would have been bad enough that I was gay. It would be unforgivable that I was kneeling down in front of a black man and even contemplating sucking on his massive tool. "Come on cocksucker. You know you want it," he said, before pulling me forward onto his cock. By animal reflex, I opened my mouth, letting the black cockhead slide into me. So many years of my life had been spent teaching me how everything I was doing was wrong. Between the twin sins of sucking dick and hanging out with a black guy, it was hard to tell which was worse. But the combination of letting his warm cockhead slide into my mouth was a sin my father would have never been able to forgive me for. Nevertheless, I let it happen. This evening, it seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the absolute least thing I could do to improve this man's experience. As I nursed on his dickhead, I heard snippets of conversation. "Yeah," he said. "715 Oak St. Unit 5," followed shortly after by "5102." He listened a while longer, then finally said, "Thanks, yeah." and put the phone down on the counter. "Fuckholes," he said. "But it should be ok now." I looked up at him, his dick still nestled in my mouth. "One good thing, had you kept that up, I might have shot right down your throat." He picked up his new phone from the counter. "But now I can use your throat properly while we wait for my phone to sync." I nodded dumbly. I was still kneeling before this black thug, hungry for cock. "Take off your shirt, faggot." I didn't want to take it off, not for him. I had no idea how he was going to react; the tattoo was far worse than the jock strap. I was saving up, slowly, to get it removed, but for now, it was the reminder every morning and every evening of my youth, and the stupid choices we all make. It was simple, but powerful. A black eagle, holding a red Nazi swastika on my left pectoral. It had the unfortunate characteristic that the more I worked out, the more obvious it was. "Go on, cocksucker, take it off. Don't get all shy with me; you've had my cock in your mouth." I slowly pull it off, hunching over slightly, hoping against hope he doesn't notice it. But it was to no avail. "What's that faggot?" he asked as he pushed me back. "Fucking skinhead asshole, huh?" he laughed. "But yet, you gobbled down my big black cock, didn't you?" I nodded dumbly, trying to keep my balance as I leaned back, trying to stay out of range of his fist. He looked me over, and then started to laugh even harder. I dared to look down, and I saw the waist band of my jock strap clearly visible, the red flags almost glowing against my tan skin. "Fuck cocksucker. Just one racist asshole symbol after another, huh?" I try to protest but he slaps me. "Don't matter. I'll just take out a bit of insurance." He took the phone and swiped a few times. "Let's just get a few pictures of that sweet white mouth choking on my nigga dick." He smiled, as he spoke. "Just something to share with your manager. Maybe your white power facebook buddies as well." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock, forcing it into my throat. Before I can react, he got a picture of my mouth wide open, his cock sliding in. Then he took another, one of me staring at him. Then a third, this one of me gagging as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Finally, a fourth one, drool dripping out around my mouth and my lips tight on the anonymous and massive black cock. By the time I had recovered from my gagging and coughing, I knew it was too late. The pictures had been synced to the cloud, and no matter what I could do, he'd always have access to them. "A better attitude on your part and these pictures will be our little secret. Any bit of racist white shit, and it's gonna be all over the internet. You got that white boy?" I nodded, acutely aware I had no option but to comply, however hard it was going to be for me. I took another look at him, taking time to see him anew: his massive chest, taut abs, and then his thick cock. It may have been the tina finally hitting me, but I realized it was the most beautiful, most perfect cock I had ever seen. It was thick, almost too thick to wrap my hand around. It was long, like a foot-long ruler hanging out from his groin. It was hard, hanging down under the influence of gravity. It was the porn-star epitome of cock, requiring my obedience of its every desire, and my worship of every inch of it. A little thing, like a poor racist whiteboy gagging was a thing of utter inconsequential pointlessness compared to the pleasure his ebony shaft demanded. I opened up my mouth, and swallowed it again. Once more, I started to gag again when it hit the back of my throat. It was no easier physically. If anything, his cock was thicker and harder, making it more difficult to take into my mouth. But mentally and emotionally, it was an entirely different world. I was no longer choking down on a black thugs cock, a man beneath me in every way. I was now worshipping the most perfect dick in the world and giving my ebony God pleasure. With his guttural moans of pleasure, forceful thrusts of his hips and the salutary effects of the tina, I powered through the urge to gag and let his steel shaft enter my throat and dominate my experience. "That's it cocksucker. Gobble it up." Another spasm of gagging racked my body but I forced myself to stay on TJ's cock. "Come on, Mark," he continued, resting his hand on the back of my head. There was only the slightest bit of force from him, but it was enough to let me know I had to stay on my knees and take his cock. As the spasm slowly subsided, I got more comfortable with his cock sliding in and out of my throat. "Damn," he said. "I guess anyone on the street can see us, huh?" I nodded as best I could while impaled on his black shaft. "Probably should be doing this somewhere a little more, private, maybe?" he asked. "I mean, you do work here." I nodded again, my mouth and throat still filled with his cock. "You have anywhere more private?" Once more, I nodded. This time, at least, he pulled out enough for me to say something. "Stock room," I said as best I could. "Sounds good," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the fat head now glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. It took me a second to recognize that it was my spit shiny on the black shaft, and that the majority of his pre-cum had dripped down my throat and into my stomach. I was already contaminated with the black man's pre-cum and it would only be a short while before he added his sperm to my body. "You go ahead and close up shop. I'll be back in the stockroom, waiting. Then we can finish this, um, transaction." Still on my knees but made brave by the crystal now coursing through my blood and invading my brain, I decided to make a different suggestion. "Well, I was going to go to the bath house after this. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled for a moment, torturing me with the silence. "Maybe," he said. I had barely processed his statement before the tina made another statement. However, it needed to use my mouth, my body to make it. "I'll pay for your entrance," I said. "Bath house," he said. "You mean, like a sex club?" "Yeah," I said. "Exactly." I was still on my knees, still right on level with his thick, hard cock. It was gently bobbing in time with each breath he took, and I thought I could see it throb with his every heart beat. I was fascinated by his black manhood. I had seen pictures online, but never seen a black cock so up close and personal. It was scary, almost evil, but at the same time, I was fascinated. As hard as it was to reconcile with my past, I was in awe of it. I needed to understand it, and the only way I knew how involved a night at the bath house. "Damn. So you're gonna get fucked there? Suck off random guys? "Yeah," I said, terrified, but knowing that it was the truth. And it was a truth I would have to confront at some point, no matter how hard I tried to repress it. "Fuck, faggot. Gonna get all loaded up, huh?" I nodded, not really wanting to acknowledge what he said out loud. But it was true. My plan had always been to get tweaked, head to the bath house, and see how many loads I could collect over the next twelve hours. Only now, at least one of those loads would come from a black man. I was momentarily repulsed at the thought, something so patently inferior and bad entering my body. But then I looked up and saw TJ looking down at me, a slight grin playing across his face. I would do anything to make him happy, no matter how debased it might be. "That I can get into," he said. "You lead the way." He pulled up his sweats, pushing his cock into them. It was still straining against the fabric and still plainly visible. I went into the back room, grabbed my bag, the empty booty bump syringe, and my jacket, turning out the lights and arming the alarm as I came back out. TJ was playing with his new phone, and looked up at me. "And don't worry. I've more than enough of this to keep us going all night," he said, shaking a fat bag of white crystals. I didn't tell him I had just as much in my bag. I turned out the lights, and locked the door behind us. The night was cool, the light rain still continuing. "Where we going?" he asked. "I took a bus, so hope it's close." "Yeah," I said. "Just down the street, actually." "Sweet," he said. We walked in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. All I could think about was how his cock had felt in my throat, and how badly I wanted his black meat in my hole. But that barely seemed appropriate out on the public street, even if it was relatively quiet and growing dark. Luckily, TJ rescued me. "You go here often?" I had been there every weekend for the past few months. I had long ago lost track of how many men I had let inside me or how many loads I had taken. But I wasn't ready to tell TJ about this side of me; he already knew more than I wanted. "Yeah," I said. "It comes and it goes." "And there's just sex going on? Anywhere?" "Well, there are private rooms. But sometimes in the halls or the dark corners." "Damn. Full-on sex?" "Yeah," I say. "Fuck man. And I've been jerking off all this time?" He laughed, right about the time we get to the door. It's a nondescript industrial building. The entrance is the only thing well-lit, a plain door that only reads "Private Club." I opened the door, and TJ walked in. I followed him and went up to the desk. I recognize the guy behind it; it's Dennis. More than once he has ended up in my room on his break, hitting the pipe, then hitting my ass hard. For a skinny guy, he has got a big cock, and he knows how use it. He smiled when he saw me. "Mark," he said. "Good to see you." He looked behind the desk and checked what rooms were free. Before I could say anything, he put a key on the counter. "Looks like we have an upgrade for you tonight," he said. "He with you?" Dennis continued, indicating TJ behind me. "Yeah," I said. "I'll get his locker." I pull out my membership and put it on the counter. "ID?" Dennis asked TJ. He pulled a wallet out of his jacket, and put his license down on the counter. "First time here?" Dennis asked TJ. "Yeah," TJ said. "I know you'll have fun," Dennis said and rang us up. I pulled out my wallet and opened it up to get some cash. TJ was standing behind me and was tall enough to see over my shoulder. As I counted out three twenties, TJ let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had gotten enough cash to cover the bath house as well as several rounds of re-stocking on favors. It made for a thick wallet. "All done," Dennis said, and buzzed the two of us in. He met us inside, holding a few towels and the keys to the room. "Gotta check your bags," he said. "What?" I asked. Reluctantly, I put my bag on the counter. If I had known, I would have taken precautions to hide the favors. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Boss wants me to make sure we keep our reputation." I repressed the urge to laugh. Of the several sex clubs in town, this one had the reputation for being the sleaziest. It was why I went. Dennis opened my bag, and started to look through it. At least I had already done one booty bump. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be better than nothing. "Hmmm," he said, digging through the bag. "I think you should know better." From the bottom, he pulled out two forgotten condoms, no doubt the relic of some ancient, mis-guided attempt at safer sex outreach. He tossed them into the garbage, before zipping my bag back up. "Yours?" he said, turning to TJ. "I'm not sure about this," TJ says. He's holding his bag a bit protectively. "Don't stress," I said. "It's just a formality." "I guess," he said, and put the backpack on the counter. Dennis unzipped it, barely looked in it, and zipped it back up. Dennis reached under the counter and pulled out a plain white envelope. He handed it to TJ with his bag. "First time. Welcome. I doubt you'll need it, but here's something to make it extra memorable." He winked at me before handing me the towels and keys. "342," he said. "I'll find you on my break?" "Sounds good." TJ and I started up the stairs. It was a Friday evening, so it was already fairly busy. TJ was staring in open wonder at the range of men walking around with nothing more than a towel. I was staring as well, looking forward to the rest of the evening.

Mine was a while back I had had some fun with a buddy of mine and wanted to exercise afterwards. I went on a run and thought nothing of a thick load planted deep inside me a couple of hour ago. I finished the run and wen to the store to get some drinks and oblivious to the stream of cum that had leaked down my leg. Normally it would have been a turn on but a store associate asked if I needed a tissue. I was so embarrassed but that’s what happens when you let big boys play with your hole.

When dealing with medical professionals in most every area, you need to be your own advocate. So, next time tell him in no uncertain terms to make the referral immediately for you. Don't even ask it in a question. Tell him.

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my son just sucked a huge load out of my cock today. I love watching her down on her knees, dressed like a hooker in his sluttiest skirt, deepthroating my cock to the balls and absolutely milking the cum out of me.

I have been fucked in a bunch of places like that. I love it. just a reminder of what a dirty whore I am. like I'm not even just a casual hookup. I'm some pig they scored to dump their loads in.

California also has an assistance program for the uninsured that you can look into, and also passed a bill in Oct 2019 allowing prescription-free PrEP (and PEP) for HIV prevention. They really are doing some great things in California regarding HIV prevention.

Deep inside, I have a habit of before exploding I either grab the guys cock and kiss their neck.

I was on vacation in Germany and went to a cruise bar. I had sucked a bunch of cock and gotten bred by a few of the guys from mid afternoon to early evening. I finished off by getting fucked in a sling by a hot leather daddy. I'm not a late night type, so I decided to pack it in for the night. I didn't count how many guys had left their loads in me, but it must have been a lot. I walked back to the Ubahn station and farted a huge glob of cum out into my jeans. I boarded the train which was not crowded at all. Now that I was in a closed-in space, I could smell cum very strongly. I thought I was just being paranoid. I had to change lines at Postdammer Platz. After I boarded the next train, the "train police" came through, checking to make sure eveyone's ticket was validated. The guy checked mine and then handed it back to me. Then, he looked at me strangely and sniffed. He smirked, then moved on.

I like how he begged for that load!

Whether blindfolded and exposed in a sling or boycunt spread open against a gloryhole, good faggot know if they'd been commanded by their top master to learn how to surrender completely, they just do it- especially if their master's invited top guests to offer the faggot's mouth and raw boycunt for use. I dream about being owned by a nasty and sadistic top master who's gonna really enjoy blindfolding me, leaving me only wearing a jockstrap, boycunt totally exposed and lubed, and I know he's aimed a camera underneath my raw boycunt.... I just get forcibly whored out to anonymous random cocks that I can hear coming over, unzip, before the next cock is filling my mouth or raw boycunt... t After enough strangers have cum filled my raw boycunt, I should find myself impaled on a top cock, and it belongs either to my master or a top buddy he's invited. I get told that as long as I keep milking the top's dick, I can watch the video showing my raw boycunt being anonymously wrecked... I know sooner or later, I'll be begging for the chances to service anonymous top men again...

I’ve had 143 loads in my ass so far this year. 127 of then anonymous never knowing their status. 3 for sure told me they were getting me pregnant with their poz babies. Best day was 11 cocks and 9 loads at an abs, all completely anonymous with my ass pressed against a gloryhole.

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.

Maybe i'm wrong but i think all guys secretly want the load in there ass

My buddy Rory, just points at his mouth and shouts,"¡Aquí! ¡Aquí!"

Great pics I hope you get more piss than I do

I love fucking a slut who is so nasty he has sucked off his own dad or even better been fucked up the ass by daddy dearest. Any cumdump that dirty is sure to be a sweet fuck and a total uninhibited whore willing to do anything. Especially since they are so dirty that they actually brag about sucking their fathers cock. lf you love fucking trash, you can't go wrong with an incestuous faggot. Plus they are usually VERY experienced cumdumps.

Finally got myself 2 regular FBs. So getting a load pretty much every 2nd day now. One is a weekly fuck. In a non-sexual relationship and comes over pretty much every Friday evening and pumps 2-3 loads in me. The other is a local I came across that loves my arse (that's new as I am not a toned man - although working on it) and he comes over pretty much every other night and pumps and dumps. He likes to start his load over my arse hole before shoving in and finishing off inside me. Not a huge fan of that cause I love it all in me, but I have discovered he shoots big loads. Last time he did it my outside hole was all wet and sticky. And I originally couldn't feel much inside. But move an hour later, and I I did little fart and a massive glob of cum came out and I was so surprised, so I began playing with my hole and so much cum came out I couldn't believe it. Big loads indeed. Slow start. Trying to get myself to at least 1 load a day, but more if I can lol

What a wonderful way to be introduced to the cum craving bareback pig inside you. My cock is leaking and my cunt is twitching hungrily dreaming of your next chapter. I thank my lucky stars for writers like you on BZ. Thanks slut

I’d say my complete infatuation with Men/ cock makes me a whore, in the identity sense. Cock is my favorite thing ever and I can’t really imagine living without it. Not a minute goes by that I don’t think about cock, sucking it or getting fucked it. Every guy I meet, I think about their dick and everything about it. I’ve even cut school and called out of worked before, just for cock. Cock itself genuinely makes me happy, so I have no need to touch myself and I get all pleasure from pleasing Men. Of course that includes everything that comes out of it(cum and piss). I try to get as much of it as I can, under any circumstances. It’s also why I hate condoms. Cocks are nature’s greatest gift and they shouldn’t be concealed by anything. All in all, a whore would do anything for cock, and I do. 😌

I was out driving around today and I passed the three ABS left that have glory holes. I noticed that one said closed out of business on it. We use to have 7 places with glory holes and I visited all of them and sucked many beautiful, very tasty cocks. Soon the damn do gooders will have forced all of the ABS with glory holes to close. That will be such a sad day. Only one thing I can do and that is to visit these last two places everyday and suck off at least 10 hard cocks. I am going to enjoy trying this everyday.

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

I'm in Portland for a long weekend. I got here, rested a bit, and went on Sniffies to find out where to cruise. Liberated World was recommended. I drove over and went into the Whack Shack as they call it. There was a big bear naked on one of the couches. I sucked him and then offered my hole. He took it and blew a load in me. I'd been there five minutes and already been bred. There were two guys watching the straight video and I started sucking one. Made the same offer, but he was a total bottom. Moved on to the other but he didn't want to fuck me. Instead, the other guy rode him until he came and the two left together. Now it was just me and a big guy. He declined all help. It got really dull for about an hour and he finally accepted my mouth. I offered my hole but he wanted a condom. I declined and then when he got close, I sat down on his bare cock with no objection. He left and I was getting ready to go, but then a new daddy walked in. He got undressed and revealed two artificial limbs. It took him a while to get hard, but, he got on his knees and I got fucked by an about amputee for the first time. I played a little with an old guy who walked in but he couldn't get hard and I left. Got back to the Airbnb and thought I would go to bed, but then the itch still needed to be scratched. I went back on Sniffies and tried a local park but it was a pick up spot, not a place to actually fuck. Then a bunch of guys mentioned Buckman Field. I went. Walked until I met someone who gave me all the cruising tips. Then he gagged me with his cock and fucked me. He spit in my mouth and moved me to doggy before breeding me. I came across two guys playing and they took turns on me then one fucked the other into my hole. He bred me that way and then the other guy bred me. I got a polite rejection from a cute Indian guy before moving on. Six loads. Not bad for the first day.

4. "That was never a question," TJ said. "Of course he's going to take it all. Just shove it in. He's gonna have to get used to it anyway." The stranger pushed harder, forcing several more inches of his fat rod into my ass. I struggled to accommodate him. His cock was thicker than I expected, and my hole was screaming for relief. "Oh yeah," the stranger said. He pulled his cock out slightly, teasing me with the prospect of relief, before pushing it back in even deeper. TJ handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and I inhaled, like a drowning man to a life ring. Even so, the long seconds it took the poppers to hit me felt more like an entire lifetime. Each moment was an eternity as the stranger opened me up and filled me with his cock. Finally, the warm waves of poppers started to wash over me. The angry pain from his penetration abated and I started to feel the pleasure of getting fucked. He had a beautiful cock and it was hard and stiff and erect. The stranger was not afraid to use it to its full potential. He stabbed it in me, deep, lancing strokes that left little doubt about who was the top and who was the bottom. "First fuck of the night?" TJ asked. "Yeah," the stranger said. "Need to get my head clear." "Found the right place," TJ said. He handed the stranger the pipe again. The stranger casually pushed his dick deeper into me. It was a minor move for him, but left me gasping. "Take it like you're supposed to," TJ told me. He reached under and squeezed my balls. It was nothing compared to what he had done at the glory holes, but it was still more than I had ever bargained for. "Oh fuck yeah," the stranger said. "Fucking milk that dick." As TJ squeezed my balls, I clenched up. I realized that included my ass as well. "Tighten that hole." "Wanna feel something really good?" TJ asked. "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "Hit that pipe, and you'll find out," TJ replied. I heard the hiss of the torch and just barely, over the non-stop dance music, the sound of the stranger inhaling from the glass pipe. "Don't take a pussy hit," TJ said. "Better not," the stranger said. He exhaled his hit; if that was a pussy hit, I didn't want to see what a real hit was. From him alone, the room had gotten noticeably cloudier. "One more." "Make it good," TJ said. "And hold it until I tell you." The torched hissed again. This hit was longer. "That's it," TJ said, encouraging him. The stranger had slowed down fucking me; the strokes were deep and steady. I took the opportunity to do another hit from the brown bottle. This was clearly only a brief respite from his fucking. "Yeah, Mark," TJ said. "Good hit from the poppers for you." TJ turned his attention back to the stranger. "Good hit?" "Mm-hm," he muttered. He let the torch go out, and inhaled the last of the thick clouds. "Hold it until I tell you," TJ said. He still had a hand wrapped around my balls, but mercifully, had stopped squeezing. "Cool?" The stranger must have nodded because for a few moments, there was just the noise from the club; a man grunting in pleasure a few rooms over, and the music. "And you, Mark," TJ continued. "You do a good hit from your poppers." The few short hours I had been around TJ were more than enough for me to learn that I needed to follow instructions. I inhaled deeply from the brown bottle, letting the familiar chemical scent fill my lungs. It would take a few seconds before I felt the effect, but the anticipation was already pushing me forward. "That's it," TJ said. "Nice hit of poppers. And hold it as well." I held the hit. I thought it would be just a few seconds, but time stretched out. With my head in the clouds, it was hard to tell what was a second, a minute or an hour, so I just allowed the stranger to pound my hole as I let the poppers launch me further into the dark spaces of sex. "That's good," TJ said. "Now, Mark, you exhale. And now," he continued, turning to the stranger. "You exhale." I looked back just in time to see the clouds start to emerge. But, at that moment, TJ clenched his fist around my balls, squeezing as tight as ever. I gasped in pain as the torture spread across my body. "FUCK YEAH," the stranger grunted and slammed his cock deep into me. "MILK MY DICK," he continued. I was still gasping for breath even as TJ was tightening his grip around my balls. "That's it," he mumbled, now totally lost in the pleasure of fucking me. "Take my dick. Make it feel good. Fucking dripping in you." "Yeah," TJ said. "That's your hole to use." I was still gasping, contorting my body to find relief. But, around the two fixed points of TJ's hand on my balls and the stranger's cock in my ass, there was no way to make it any better. "And it sounds like Mark's having fun too." I shook my head, hoping that TJ would see and soften his grip. "Careful what you wish for," TJ said to me, then released his hold. I thought the relief would be quick and decisive. But TJ's warning was accurate. As the blood rushed back into my balls, the pain only got more intense. Not only that, the stranger was slamming his cock into me. Every bit of his thick, dark brown cock is sliding up and down, along my asshole, and coating me with his thick Latino pre-cum. "Maybe a break," I managed to mutter. I wanted a minute to sit down and clear my head. I wanted to think about what it meant to have taken a Hispanic cock up my ass. I wanted to have fun, yes, but I needed to find something cleaner. Something better. Under the influence of the drugs, my mind was racing jumping from thought to thought. Maybe a hot white guy would fuck me. A clean white cock, sliding up my ass. That would be good. That would be the right thing for an Aryan like me. But suddenly, my mind was focused. The pain had returned, and it gave me everything I was able to think about. "No," TJ said. "I don't think so." He stopped squeezing my balls, but the pain was still just as intense. "My man here. Getting so close to giving you his nutt. You're going to take it." He gently stroked my balls. They were tender and sore from his abuse. "Now, he's gonna do another hit of Miss Tina, you're gonna do a big huff of your poppers, I'm gonna fucking squeeze hard, and god damn, magic's gonna happen." The stranger laughed. "Fuck yeah," he said. "Fucking magic." I swallowed, hard. "Magic," I said, and unscrewed the top of the poppers. Sometimes, inhaling poppers seems to take hours, each moment a bit of pleasure. Unfortunately, this time, it seemed like only a brief second of relief. The stranger was hitting the pipe again, and TJ adjusted his grip on my balls. The two of them were gearing up for a battle, and unfortunately, my hole was the enemy to be defeated. "Hold it," TJ said, to both of us. As commanded, I held my breath, anxiously waiting for the inevitable squeeze of TJ's hand around my tender ball sack. This must be how a condemned man felt waiting for his execution. "Good?" TJ asked the stranger. "Hell yeah," he said, exhaling his hit. Even before the stranger finished his utterance, TJ tightened his grip, harder than before. The pain shot out from my groin, across my stomach and through my chest. I gasped, exhaling the poppers, and clenched my muscles. "Oh, FUCK YES," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into my now tight, clenched hole. "Use him. Breed him," TJ said, now pulling my balls as well. I was in my own hell. The poppers and drugs were not helping the white pain in my balls. If anything, they were making it worse. "Take my fucking cock," the stranger grunted, slamming his steel shaft into my tender hole. "Take every fucking inch." "Come on," TJ muttered. "Breed him good." "FUCK," the stranger exclaimed, sinking his dick into me one last time. Even through the clouds of drugs and pain, I felt his shaft throb and the spurt of his Latino cum shoot into my hungry hole. "Take it, faggot," the stranger grunted as another jet coated my guts. "Fuck yeah," TJ said. "Breed that white hole." He squeezed my balls once more, and I responded by clenching my ass. "Milk his brown dick." "GOD DAMN," the stranger said, as several more spurts of thick cum landed inside of me. "That's what I fucking needed." His breath was rapid and deep, as he pushed his dick back into me one last time. I felt it push the load deeper into my hole. The last few drops of cum dribbled out as he recovered from the intensity of his orgasm. "Good start to the night, huh?" TJ said. He had finally released his grip on my balls. I was panting, trying to focus and keep my mind from launching off into a hundred different directions. "Hell yeah," the stranger replied. His cock was starting to soften, and he pulled it out. "Gonna be hard to beat that hole," he said, giving my ass a slap. All I could think of was how I was suddenly empty and how badly I needed a dick back in me. The stranger got off the bed, and quickly wrapped his towel back around his waist. "Thanks," he said to TJ. "That was just what I needed." "No problem," TJ said. With that, the stranger went into the dark hall, leaving TJ and I alone in the room. "Bet you need another dick up there, don't you?" TJ said to me. I was still in a daze, my balls aching and the stranger's load slowly soaking into my body. Involuntarily, I nodded in agreement. "I know your type," TJ said, as he sat down on the bed, and leaned back. "Why don't you give my dick some mouth love," he said. I turned around and got in a better position; I was between his muscular black legs, on my knees, my face right in his groin and my ass up in the air. As I got into position, I realized that my ass was facing the door; anyone walking by could see my used hole, but I wouldn't be able to see them. I looked up at TJ. "Yeah," he said. "You're gonna get fucked by whoever walks by." He put his hand on the back of my head, and pressed me down onto my cock. "Now, take care of my dick." I didn't have an option. I opened my mouth and let his black shaft penetrate me. I always had doubts about taking dick like I did. It was perhaps the penultimate betrayal of my race, and now I had gone and done the last and final betrayal. But yet, it felt strangely natural, almost easy to be sucking on TJ's black shaft. Although, it was only easy in a mental sense. The size and weight of his shaft presented obvious physical challenges to sucking him off. But I did my best, opening my mouth wide and slowly working his engorged cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, faggot," he said. "Fucking make my dick feel good. That's what you're here for." Even though I understood the words all too perfectly, I still found some comfort in them. They meant that for the next few minutes, I didn't have to make decisions. I didn't have to worry about what I was doing, and could revel in the cock in front of me. It didn't matter that the man I was sucking off was a nigger. It didn't matter I had just let a brown nigger cum in my hole. All that mattered was the dick in front of me. I could enjoy a brief moment of color blindness, and convince myself it was just a dick, neither black nor brown nor white. Right as TJ's shaft started to tickle the back of my throat, he shifted slightly. "Like what you see?" he said, directed at someone obviously standing in the doorway. "Fuck yeah," another voice said. I started to turn to see who was there, but TJ put his hand back on my head and held me in place. He leaned in to my head. "Stay on my dick, faggot. I didn't tell you to stop." I stopped trying to look, and instead swallowed slightly. It was just enough for his dickhead to slide into my throat. "Oh yeah," TJ moaned, then returned his attention to the new stranger. "He's lubed and ready," he said. The stranger stepped over to me. He pressed his unfamiliar fingers against my ass. They were callused, like he had spent years working outdoors, and thick. I wondered if it was a preview of what his cock was like. "Fuck yeah. Bareback?" the stranger asked. "Of course. Breed him," TJ said. He leaned into me. "Do a hit of your poppers. Then take both of us. I want you to go all the way down on my dick." I nodded, and held the bottle under my nose. I inhaled deeply, hoping the warmth of the drugs would help me not mind what I was about to do. As I inhaled, I could feel the stranger line his cock up with my hole. I could tell the stranger was uncut. His dick was definitely hard, but there was the unusual softness to it as well that was the hallmark of a foreskin. I had always been fascinated by uncut guys, ever since my father told me how the Germans never circumcised their sons. I wondered if I was getting fucked by a German man. "Ready?" the new stranger asked. I put down the poppers and screwed the top back on. I nodded; my mouth was already full of TJ's cock, and I wasn't able to say anything other than a muffled grunt of pleasure. "He's always ready," TJ said, answering for me. "By the way, I'm TJ." "I'm Jose," the stranger that I now knew as Jose replied. I also realized he had a thick Mexican accent. I had my throat filled with a black cock, and was seconds away from getting my ass filled by another Latino dick. "Oh yeah," he grunted as he pushed his dick into my ass. As his shaft slid into me, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his hard cockhead to my ass. I wondered if he could feel how well-used it already was and if he would care. "Use it," TJ grunted, as I shifted slightly to accommodate Jose's dick. Like his fingers, his dick was thick and meaty. It wasn't as long as the first stranger, but it was a lot thicker. My ass was getting slowly stretched out; I wondered what it would be like when TJ finally fucked me. "Right on," Jose said. "Damn nice hole." He had gone from zero to full-on in just a few seconds, and was now pistoning in and out of me. As he got in deeper, he must have felt the load already up there. "He already been bred?" "Yeah," TJ said. "And swallowed a few loads too." "Fucking slut," Jose muttered under his breath. He was slamming his cock into me, each stroke pushing his brown dick deeper in my guts. "Fucking dirty slut," he muttered. I realized he was getting close. "Cum hungry slut." "Breed him," TJ said. "That's what he needs. What he deserves." "Fuck," Jose grunted, and pushed his cock into me. His orgasm wasn't a sudden explosion of cum, but rather a long steady dribble of his thick spooge. Rather than injecting it deep into me, he used every inch in diameter of his dick to spread his seed all over my ass. Like a white washer, he coated me with his hot Latin cum. "Thanks man," he said, as he pulled out. Before I even realized what had happened, he had wrapped the towel back around his waist, and had left the room. "You ever see him?" TJ asked, as the door rebounded off the frame, coming to rest about a third open. His dick was still deep in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head back and forth. "Damn, that's hot," TJ said. "You taking some thick Mexican cock there, and never even get to see who it was." I focused on the cock buried in my throat. Gagging on the shaft was, honestly, easier than thinking about anything that had happened to me over the past few hours, including two Latinos fucking my hole and injecting their cum into me. I tried to look around, but between TJ's cock in my throat and his hand on my head, it was hard to move my head. "Don't worry," TJ said. "All you need to think about is my cock." He pushed me down further on his shaft and I had to force myself not to gag. I did what TJ told me to do, and concentrated on giving him the best head he had ever had. There were a few satisfied moans from the black man as I worked my way closer to the base of this dick. "Come on in," TJ said after a few minutes. I realized that the door was still open. I wondered how many men had wandered by and seen me, white ass up the air, throat stuffed with nigger dick. "He gets fucked too?" the newest stranger asked. "Hell yeah," TJ said. "And you can put that away. He doesn't get fucked with a plastic bag." "Right on," the stranger said. I heard the crinkle of plastic as the stranger tossed a condom away. "He also taking part in that?" I was able to glance up just enough to see that TJ had picked up the glass pipe. "Yeah," TJ said. "You?" "Of course," the stranger said. "Just makes me pretty crazy." "Not a problem," TJ said. He handed over the pipe and torch. "That's just what Mark needs tonight." "I'm Demitri," the stranger said. The accent was hard to place, but it was thick, and it took me a moment to realize he had introduced himself. At least, like the previous guy, I knew his name. It would have been more difficult if he had been completely anonymous like the first one. "TJ," TJ said. "Nice name, Demitri. And a nice dick. Where are you from?" he continued. "Greece," Demitri replied. "Athens," he said. Demitri lit the torch and started to heat the bowl. As he waited for the crystal to melt and smoke, he lined his cock up with my hole. Like the previous two men, his dick was already hard and ready to fuck. Also like the previous two men, his dick was thick and uncut. "Fuck, that's what I need," Demitri said as he exhaled the hit. "Then do another," TJ said. "First things first," Demitri replied, and pushed his cock into me. There was barely any lube on his dick, but by that point, I hardly needed it. I had two thick loads already inside me. That was more than enough to grease Demitri's cock as it slid into my guts. "That's also what I needed," he said as his cock found a warm pool of cum buried in my ass. I grunted. Once more, I had no choice in the matter. I was going to take this dick, regardless of the length, width or color of the shaft. In the fog of the drugs, it didn't matter as much. I could feel how hard TJ's cock was, still deep in my mouth and throat, and Demitri's dick was just as stiff. It was clear that these men were having a good time, and that I was why they were enjoying themselves so much. It made the debasement a little bit better. "Fuck, this hole is nice," Demitri said. "I can feel the cum already up there." "You should add yours to the collection," TJ said. "Of course," Demitri said. "But there's something to do now." The torch hissed as he started to heat up the glass pipe. I wondered how much was left in the pipe. It was embarrassing to admit, but I didn't want to stop getting fucked. I hoped that there was enough left to keep Demitri happy. "Big hit," TJ said. "You definitely look like you need another one." Demitri was silent in response. I could just hear him sucking down on the pipe, letting his lungs fill up with the thick clouds. I wondered just how crazy he got when he was high. My mind raced at what he might want to do to me. I felt a slight twitch of my dick, as the blood started to flow after the booty bump. Of course, the blood was also flowing to my balls; they were still sore from TJ's attack. Hopefully, Demitri's definition of crazy did not involve ball abuse. "Damn, that's good shit," Demitri said. "Isn't it?" TJ replied. "My source is impeccable." The torch was hissing again. Demitri was doing a third hit. His dick was also sliding in and out of me. Each stroke pushed the accumulated spooge deeper into my me, making these men a permanent part of my body. TJ leaned down, his lips against my ear. He paused for a moment, then whispered, "Greek," he said. "Swarthy dark skin. Hairy. Another color for your collection." "Damn," Demitri said as he exhaled the third hit. It was thick; thick enough that I was worried the smoke detector might go off. "Here you go." "Barely can see it in the clouds," TJ said. "That's how you get your head in the game." He reached up and took the tools from Demitri. As soon as Demitri's hands were free, he grabbed my waist, and used the leverage to pound his dick into me. "Fuck him as hard as you want." "You know I will. Fucking destroy this ass." Although he had started slow, he was now pounding my ass with a tweaker's passion. He was living in the intense, pleasurable moment of the now, where the only thing that mattered was his own pleasure. Unfortunately for me, his most direct path to pleasure went right through ass. Or, as I was suddenly aware, my increasingly well-used ass. I had been a regular at the bathhouse for a while. But I had been relatively restrained, especially compared to the stories I read online. I'd smoke a bit of tina, get in the mood, then find two or three white, preppy guys to fuck me. That would be an entire night, and often part of the morning for me. However, an entire night of partying and playing had just been compressed into less than an hour, and the night showed no sign of ending. "It's here for you to use," TJ said. I pushed back against Demitri's cock, getting another inch or so of his shaft in my ass. The change in position also let me glance up at TJ. He had the glass pipe in his mouth, and was heating the bowl. "You need to get in the mood as well," Demitri said. "Looks like your dick can do some serious damage." "It can," TJ said, as he exhaled his hit. "Serious fun too." He started to suck on the pipe once more. The two men were egging each other on, pushing themselves ever higher. Despite the booty bump I had done, I wanted to join them. The tina was the only way I was able to understand the night. "Maybe one for him?" Demitri asked, slamming his cock into my hole. "The faggot?" TJ asked. "Sure." He grabbed my head and pulled me up. I was staring into his face; his eyes were wide and he was smiling; it was clear just how high he had gotten over the past few hours. "Ready, cocksucker?" he asked me. I nodded. I was enjoying the ability to breath normally again now that TJ's thick black shaft was no longer buried in my throat. "Yeah," I managed to croak. My throat was sore, and I worried that the tina clouds would only make it worse. "Good," TJ said. He stuck the pipe in my mouth and carefully held the torch under it, making sure not to burn himself or the drugs. "Big hit for me, faggot." "Fuck, that's hot," Demitri said. Mind of the exposed flame and the hot glass, he had slowed down his ass-pounding. But I was intensely aware of just how hard his cock was and each twitch and spasm as the pre-cum dripped out of him. "Fuck," he muttered again. "Don't stop," TJ said, forcing more of the drug on me. "It's turning Demitri on." "Hell yeah," Demitri muttered. There was a steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick, lubricating and magnifying even the smallest of his movements. "Fucking hot." "That's good," TJ said. "Now hold it until Demitri tells you to exhale." He smiled. He knew what he was saying and the fate it was condemning me to. "All yours," he said to Demitri. I braced myself against TJ's body. He was hot, with the glistening coating of sweat I expected from a tweaker in the middle of a meth session. As soon as I had steadied myself, Demitri attacked. He used all of his muscles to force his cock deeper into my ass. It was intense, and I had to focus to keep from exhaling the cloud. "God, this is good," Demitri said. "Feel every fucking raw inch of your hole. Fucking making it mine." "Pound it," TJ said. "Fucking pound it, breed it, and mark it as yours." Demitri executed TJ's demand perfectly, slamming his dick in and out of me. I gasped a few times, but mercifully, no clouds escaped. "Breed him." "Fuck yeah," Demitri said. "Oh fuck yeah." Each stroke had been noticeably more intense than the one before, and it was clear he was getting close. "Fuck man, show me that cloud." I was more than happy to oblige, and exhaled. The hit had been intense, and the cloud matched. "Hot fucking tweaker bottom. Taking my dick." He pulled out and just the tip remained in me. "Taking my load." He slammed back into my hole, and held it there. "Taking MY LOAD," he grunted, each word marked by a whole-body spasm that meant he was unloading his spooge into my hole. "TAKING MY LOAD," he said again, right as I exhaled the last of the cloud. I had taken another load from another ethnic stranger. "Oh damn," Demitri said, as he collapsed on top of me. His chest was hairy, and it scraped against my back. "Fuck that was good," he said. "You cum in the faggot?" TJ asked. "Yeah," Demitri said. "Right on. That's what he needs." "Thanks for the clouds," Demitri said, as he pushed himself back up and pulled his cock from my ass. "And that sweet hole." I turned my head and finally got a look at him. Dark skin. Hairy chest. Glistening cock, still slightly hard. I wanted to get down on my knees and clean it off for him, but before I could, he wrapped a towel around it, and stepped back into the dark hallway. "You need another hit from the pipe," TJ said.

I watched Jake abuse the boy's stiff dick like the expert, seasoned cocksucker he'd become. Tanner was completely lost in the sensation, being edged almost continuously and not being able to cum. I had to admire my handiwork as the two hot little studs made out with other, feeling each other's tight little bodies, massaging, squeezing, exploring as their tongues embraced. I took a final hit, sauntered over to the boys, put my mouth next to theirs and exhaled, watching the boys breathe in the white cloud as it dissolved around them. I joined them in a three way kiss, sucking on Tanner's tongue then moving to shove my tongue down Jake's throat. "Can I fuck him ?" Jake whimpered I patted him on the head, "Not yet...I'm gonna replace the seed you felched out of him" "Ok daddy" Jake replied, my dick stiffened. "Tanner, daddy's gonna fuck you...when he cums, clench your ass...I don't wanna see his vim leak out...I don't want to punish you" Jake commanded, in between sweetly kissing the boy. "Turn around, turn out your ass and spread your cheeks boy" I said Tanner complied instantly, straddling the chair. Jake went round the back, stood on a Stoll and shoved his cock into the jocks throat one thrust and his 8 inches vanished without so much of a cough from Tanner. I rubbed my now concrete shaft on the boys hole... "Open it boy" I said, he complied...his tight boy cherry parted ever so slightly, pulsed open. I took the opportunity to shove my index finger in at its most open. It was like hot silk up there and I had to moan. "Its going to be rough boy, I'm going to Fuck you into manhood" I fingered his prostate and I swear he nearly swallowed Jake's ball sack as well as his entire shaft. "You'll thank me later when some of my friends Fuck you into oblivion....you won't want to be tight in an hour boy, and you won't be" I ran my nail along his pleasure button and felt him spasm uncontrollably.... another anti-orgasm swept over him. I ripped my finger out and delighted as he hole stayed open just a little bit longer. "1..." I said, spitting on my hand. "2..." "Here...we...go" "3" I shoved my entire shaft up his gently open cum-lined shoot...this time he moaned hard and Jake pulled out of his throat. "Just in case" he laughed. He took a hit of poppers, and watched me as I pressed into Tanner. He was way too tight for what I had planned and he'd have to loosen up quickly, 3,4,5 inches pushed past his hole's resistance. The boys shared the amyl and, in no time I was buried to the hilt in his hot little ass. My hands gripped his hips tightly as he breathed deep and hard. No help waiting, the boy needed it hard if he was going to make it through our party. I started pulling out, I thought he was about to scream but he moaned deeply instead. "Yesssss" he sighed in a thick baritone I'd have to thank Bruno, my dealer later...whatever he'd given me, was working magic on Tanner. Even as his ass lips tugged against my invading cock, blossoming on my being shaft, he still wanted more. I shoved back in. "Whoah" Jake clapped, "Fuck that's hot" "Can..." Tanned started as I shoved in and out of his de-virgined cunt "Can...I...uh....please....uh...God...suck your cock!" He cried, head up back low, ass out. Jake looked at me with sheer glee, took a step forward, eyes still fixed on mine and planted Tanner at the root of his dick...matching my thrusts into the Adonis' throat. Bit by bit, I felt Tanner's hole stretch but, not quick enough. He'd make all our guests cum in seconds in this state....I was only lasting so long because of sheer, mental diligence. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and pummelled the boy's pussy like it was going out of fashion, in out, feeling it tense looser and looser around me. The the fog of my discipline of not cumming, I felt Tanner move slightly, backing up towards me. Then another set of legs by mine. I slowed down, opened my eyes and saw that Jake was sitting in the chair, under Tanner...cock primed. He smiled at me over Tanner's shoulder. "Need some help?" he asked, pushing his cock head ever so slowly against the underside of my shaft. "You read my mind fucker" I said..."Here though" I pulled completely out of Tanner, rubbing my pre cum, ass juice coated shaft on Jakes, then shoved back in. Jake smiled, bit his lip and pressed his dick against Tanner's stuffed cunt. As Jake applied pressure, Tanner's head flew up "Yea!!" he cried..."Fuck me...uh...together!" You gotta love jocks, I thought. Always up for the challenge. I heard Jake grunt loudly, felt a piercing rip shudder through Tanner's body and then, Jake's cock head pop through the outer ring, lodged next to the base of my already ball-deep shaft.

The sweat began pouring off him, making the taught muscles in his back stretch and strain. His beautiful hole stretched to accommodate me, flushed red as I pulled an inch out then back in. Jake pulled his dick out of Tanner's mouth, coated in saliva and slime. Tanner coughed as Jake shoved the poppers back under Tanner's nose. He breathed the fumes deep, "Again" Jake commanded, gently slapping Tanner. He inhaled again, big black puppy dog eyes staring straight at Jake's cock. "Again!" Jake chided. Tanner inhaled for a third time. Jake put the bottle away, waited as the first wave of amyl hit the boy before reaching down, bringing the boys wet lips to his, passionately kissing him full of his tongue. I heard Tanner sigh. The poppers hit him hard and he lifted his body to meet the kiss, sliding further down my shaft. He sighed again, contendetly ...I pulled him fully onto my lap so that he was kneeling on my cock. "Mmmm" he moaned into Jake's mouth as I bounced into him. Grabbing his firm pecs as leverage, pinching his tight nipples causing him to buck into my lap with moans of pleasure. Jake got up and disappeared into the kitchen, saliva covered cock swinging as he left to get some supplies. I pushed Tanner forward so he was half resting on the chair and began pumping in and out of his relaxing hole, losing myself in the tight folds of his perfect ass. Free to moan, Tanner let loose. Grunting and sighing like a seasoned boy whore. I felt my dick pulse some of my fertile pre seed into him, lubing him up as I went. "Yeah..." He began to mutter "Yes" as I hit his prostate with each thrust. "Fuck" he screamed... "I'm going to fucking cum" he yelled, as I maintained momentum. "No you don't" Jake said evily, I hadn't even heard him come back in. He dropped my supply bag on the floor next to us, and quickly ducked under Tanner...flicking the boys rising balls, boiling with his seed. The pain shot through his muscle frame but wasn't enough, as my anal onslaught drove his prostate into overdrive. "I'm cumming!!" Tanner yelled again, tears running down his face overcome with the sensations his body was feeling. Jake grunted angrily, grabbed Tanner's ball sack, yanking it tight to stop the flow of teen cum from escaping up his neg boy shaft. Caught in an orgasm without release Tanner bucked furiously onto my dick, abandoned to the futile sensations emanating from his ass. His ass walls contracted as the wave of anti-pleasure washed over him, milking my poz shaft for its toxic payload. "Please" Tanner screamed as Jake tightened his grip. "I...Uh...Uh...I've got...to ...Uh...cum!" "Not yet" Jake growled as Tanner's whole frame shook from my physical onslaught. His cunt was red and puffy but, felt like warm velvet inside, slick with friction. My hips took control, I couldn't stop fucking the boy if I wanted...he'd done something I didn't think was possible...he'd taken back the dominance, fucking himself on my thick tool, commanding his pain and my pleasure. "I'm going to breed you son!" I cried "Fuck you full of my poz babies" "You want that? You want my hot poz babies in you?" The boy cried out as I felt my cock expand in his chute. "Tell him" Jake cooed, rubbing the boys sweaty back as he maintained his grip on the boy's balls all the time whispering sweet pig words in the jock's chem sensitive ear. "I want it" he breathed "What?" I yelled, "Please...Fuck me full of your poz cock, I want...Uh....Uh...I want you to poz up my jock hole....please!!" He yelled "You fucking little slut" I screamed, fucking him as if my life, or rather his life, depended on it. He cried out again as another anti-orgasm overtook him. "Poz me up!! Uhhhh!" That pushed me over the edge, my balls suddenly spewed rope after rope of my thick, white death spooge up the boy. "Fuck yes!!" I screamed, feeling my cum, bathing my dick in its warmth as I filled him up. My orgasm swept up from my toes and ended with my sixth, seventh injection of boiling cum up the boy. The boy breathed heavily, pulsing his ring around my dick... "Th...Thank you" he whimpered "Looks like the boy might be learning" Jake laughed, releasing the boy's sack from his grip. "You don't get to cum Tanner till we're sure you're good and pregnant" Jake smirked flicking the boys balls again, making sure the pain registered over and above the jock's desire for release. "How long that takes is up to you..." Jake cooed, "but, the next time you blast that jock boy seed, it'll carry some pretty potent DNA..." "Thank you!" Tanned cried through the pain and I couldn't help but smile broadly...this was going to be one hell of a conversion. I heard Jake rustling in my goody bag and began to withdraw from Tanner's pulsing anus. "Uh...uhhhh" Tanner whimpered, as my dick pulled out. My shaft was covered in pink cummy foam... "Nice" I said..."very nice" My cock head reached his sphincter and I brutally popped it out. He winced as his hole winked shut, a rivulet of my cum dribbling down his crack. As he breathed out hard his hole would open ever so gently, causing more cum to leak out. He sighed deeply, probably thinking he was done. As Jake prepared some 'treats' next to me, I swung our conquest around, planted his sweet mouth on my shaft and fucked my cock clean. We weren't nearly done.

Tanner's little ring clenched the base of my ever hardening cock like a vice. It was all I could do to rock him gently back and forth, feeling his ass muscles squeeze, then release, squeeze then release...all the while feeling him shiver in the pain and pleasure of my cock expanding his boundaries. A few more gentle thrusts and his little ring slipped ever so slightly up my shaft. The friction of his unlubed hole was intense, I reached under him, the carpet was moist with his pre cum, a near constant stream of his perfect liquor. He moaned around Jake's cock, his eyes watering as Jake shoved almost half of his length down his throat. He gagged, and as his body rocked his ring slid nearly all the way up my cock, his tight little cunt lips tugging on my thick, veiny meat. He nearly slid completely off as he struggled to swallow Jake. I quickly came to my senses and grabbed his hips, keeping my thick head pulsing just past his sphincter. He moaned in pain. He tried cocking his leg, trying to manoeuvre away from my grasp as he finally began to deal with half of Jake's cock lodged in his throat. "Uh uh, boy" I said, matching his movements perfectly, keeping his redenning cunt stretched around my mushroom head... "He trying to run" Jake laughed, throwing his head back and grunting as Tanner started sucking him more easily again. "Yeah.." I replied, as Tanner's hole fluttered around my cock head. "He's tight as fuck..." I called, grunting. Jake leant forward to get a good view, pressing Tanner into his crotch. "Here" he said, reaching under Tanner, milking his dick till his hand was slick with the boy's pre-jizz. I could hear Tanner moan in pleasure as Jake high fived me with his slicked up hand. I took the hint, smearing what I could on my shaft as Jake leant back into the chair to enjoy Tanner's mouth again. My cock shone with Tanner's essence. I leant down close to his ear, breathing in his smell as he broke a gentle sweat. "Ready whore?" I whispered, "Ready to learn that you don't get to decide when I pull out? Ready to learn to take it like a man?" Jake smirked, keeping Tanner planted on his cock. "His eyes say yes" he said "The Fuck I care!" I yelled shoving my full girth and weight back into the boy. Feeling my head pop into his second hole with the force of my thrust. "Gnnnnnnnnhhhh" he cried, choking again...his back arching away from me. I thrust it back down as Jake shoved his long shaft, balls deep into the boys throat. 'A little pain now' I thought, rotating my cock into Tanner's hot ass. He'd learn who was in charge. If he learnt quick, I'd fuck him like a lover...not a master...but he had to learn...