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Part 13 We skipped school on Monday. Obviously neither of us were in any shape to go. We had parked our trucks in different places away from our houses so we could spend the day undisturbed at my house. We'd sneak out later and get our trucks and go home again. Our parents would be none the wiser. As we layed together in my bed, snuggling, my hands freely explored Colt's welted body. I knew it was causing him some discomfort, especially the soles of his feet when he walked. "Is it really still uncomfortable for you?" I asked him as I rubbed his welted chest, feeling the heat that was still coming off of it. "Mostly only when you rub it." He answered me grinning. "Oh man, I'm sorry!" I said as I pulled my hand away. "Don't be." He replied as he grabbed my wrist and put it back on his chest. "I like it. The pain makes me think about you, and how much you enjoyed watching me suffer, and how happy it made me to please you." "You fucking pervert." I whispered as I kissed him deeply. "Uh-huh." He said into my mouth as he enthusiastically nodded his head. Then he took my hand and placed it on the one thing I loved on this Earth more than Colt himself. His big, hard, throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around it as I worked my way down his chest. I stroked him as my tongue bathed his welts with my saliva. I let out a soft groan as I licked him, seeing visions of his bull like body being beat and marked. Eventually my mouth reached his his dick and I swallowed his monster in one, slow movement. He groaned his approval. "Oh yeah baby, that's it. Suck your brothers big dick. That's a good little bitch. Make your brother feel good. Oh yeah......." I hit the poppers he held under my nose as I deep throated him over and over, loving the sensation of his fat cock stretching out my throat. I had it buried in me fully and Colt was holding me tight into his crotch when we heard it. The back door opening and slamming shut. In our surprise, Colt released my head and I pulled off sputtering. "Oh shit!" I coughed, spit running out of my mouth. "Someone's home!" Colt just covered my mouth with his big ole paw. "Shhhhhh!" They don't know we're here!" He admonished me. I just looked at him with panicked eyes. Although, I'm not sure why I was panicking. My parents respected the sanctity of my bedroom. I'm sure we were safe. Then I heard my dad's voice. "Get over here you little slut!" I heard him bellow as I heard a female voice giggle. "That's right, big daddy." I heard a woman say. "I'm your horny little slut! And I need my big daddy's cock in my hungry pussy." "Shit!" I whispered, pulling Colt's hand from my mouth. "That's not my mom!" I could feel my eyes start to fill with tears. Colt just chuckled a bit. I stood up, feeling the anger welling inside me. "It's not funny Colt. He's fucking cheating on my mom!" Quick as a flash Colt grabbed me and threw me on my back on the bed, smothering my body with his and covering my mouth. "Now you just shut the fuck up and listen to me!" He loudly whispered into my ear. "So your dad's fucking another chick. BIG DEAL. You're a dirty cock sucking meth whore who loves cock and cum up his ass! We all have our secrets! Now keep quiet before he comes in here and busts us both!" I pondered this for a moment knowing Colt was right, as he always was. I pulled his hand from my mouth. "You're right." I conceded. "You're always right. I'm sorry." "I'm sorry what, bitch?" He asked, staring straight into my soul. "I'm sorry, Sir." I replied, knowing what he wanted to hear. "That's better baby." He said, as he ground his hard-on into me. I could hear them in his private den, which happened to be right next to my room. They were laughing and giggling, then I heard a loud slap followed by a louder squeel. "You like that you little slut?" I heard my dad shout followed by more slaps and squeels. "Does daddy's nasty little slut like getting spanked? Is daddy's slut a bad little girl?" "Oh yes daddy!" I heard the girl whine. "Spank my bad little ass before you give me your big dick!" This was followed by a barrage of spanks and squeels. I looked at Colt's face and his eyes were closed with a look of pure ecstasy and he was softly groaning as he ground his hard cock even harder into me. Without even looking, he grabbed the lube from out of the night table and lubed up his cock. "Are you ready for daddy's cock, slut?" I heard my dad growel. "You want daddy's big cock in your tight, wet pussy?" "Yes daddy!" She whined. "Give it too me!" This was followed by a long, loud squeel as my old man sunk his cock into her. "Spread your legs bitch!" I heard Colt groan into my ear. "Come on, spread your legs for daddy you little slut. Let daddy into your tight wet pussy." As if in a trance, I spread my legs wide, giving Colt full access to my hole. He placed his mighty cockhead right at my entrance and pushed himself into me. I had to bite into his shoulder to stop from crying out loud as he stretched my poor, battered hole. "That's a goooood little slut." He cooed into my ear. "Take your daddy's big cock you little bitch." Colt began to fuck me and it took everything I had not to cry out in pain and pleasure. I could hear my dad in the next room as he pounded his bitch while Colt pounded HIS bitch. The woman continued to squeel each time my old man pounded it into her. Soon, Colt was matching their rhythm perfectly and I was letting out little squeels to exactly match my dad's bitches squeels. "Take your daddy's cock you fucking slut!" I heard my dad shout. "Take my big daddy cock in your sweet tight pussy!" "Yes daddy! Fuck me daddy!" I heard the woman scream. "Fuck my little pussy hard daddy!" "Take your daddy's cock you fucking slut!" Colt repeated into my ear. "Take my big daddy cock in your sweet tight pussy!" "Oh God daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck your little bitches tight pussy hard!" I moaned into Colt's ear, losing all my senses into the heat of the moment. As soon as I called Colt daddy he lost all control and started slamming into me. He growled as he bit into my neck and sucked hard, fucking me with an animalistic fury. At this point, whatever was happening in the other room was lost to us. "Fuck me daddy!" I softly cried into his ear. "Fuck my pussy daddy! Fuck your little slut with that big daddy cock. Give it to me!" I whined. "Yes that's right!" Grunted Colt. "Takes daddy's cock you slut! Your daddy's slutty little pussy. You love daddy's cock buried in you don't you bitch? You love being daddy's little whore! Taking my big daddy cock deep inside you, you fucking cunt!" "I love your cock daddy!" I panted. "Fuck me harder daddy! FUCK ME!" Colt and I clung to each other as he pounded me with his daddy dick. We were grunting and sweating like pigs before I became aware of my real dad again in the next room when he started shouting, "I'm gonna cum slut! I'm gonna flood your cunt with my big daddy load. Are you ready whore?" "Yes daddy!" She squeeled. "Give me your load daddy. Fucking cum in me!" I didn't even wait for Colt's next response. I instantly started begging. "Cum in me daddy! I want your load in my pussy. Give me your big daddy load in my tight pussy!" Colt went stiff as he buried himself in me and I could hear my dad roar as he unloaded himself into his bitch as Colt pumped me full of his big daddy sperm. My own cock shot off between us as the three of us came simultaneously. "Oooooohhhhh fuuuuuuck." Colt groaned as he throbbed deep inside me. "Take daddies cum you fucking slut!" He panted as he collapsed on me. We layed there, not moving a muscle as we listened to my dad and his bitch clean up and get out of there. When they finally left, Colt rolled off of me. "Well." He said, laughing. "THAT was unexpected." "Yea you fuck face!" I teasingly said, lightly slapping him. "You could have gotten us caught!" "Well now," he mocked me, "you and your slutty little hole didn't seem to be to opposed to daddy's big ole dick now were you?" "Fuck you, 'daddy'." I said, laughing at him. "Hang on." He said, jumping out of bed. "I wanna check something." I watched his white muscle ass as he left the room. He returned a few seconds later dangling a used condom that was filled with a copious load. "Looks like your old man ain't quite so stupid. At least he's not gonna knock up some dumb cunt." He ran it over his nose. "Mmmm. Smells like fresh pussy." "Gross." I said, laughing lightly. "That was just on my dad's cock." "I know bitch." He said as he jumped on the bed and straddled my chest. I just layed there, immobile as I watched him seductively rub the condom up his chest to his face. He tilted his head back, and I watched in silence as he carefully poured the contents into his mouth. I stared at him as I watched my father's cum drip into his open mouth until the condom was empty. Then, without ever removing his eyes from mine, he bent down and placed his lips against mine. He wormed his tongue between my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth. My father's cum poured from his mouth and into mine. But instead of being disgusted, I was turned on by this perverse act and my dick got hard again. Colt just spread my legs apart with his knees, and slid his rock hard cock back inside me. I moaned into his mouth as we shared my dad's cum between us and he started fucking me again. Eventually, there was no more cum to share. He pulled his mouth off of mine and whispered into my ear. "One day slut, it will be your real daddy dumping his cum into your hungry pussy." "Yes daddy." I simply replied as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, ready for another pounding. "That's my piggy." He groaned. "That's my good little slutty meth whore piggy." I just sighed as he said those things to me.

Part 3 A lean man, with harness and leather jockstrap, was caressing my back. Beefy had pulled out his finger and remained quiet as he saw the man approaching. An unknown man was still holding me on the bench. Now my view was blocked by the leather man’s bulge. His hand stopped at the top my ass, slowly moving it back and forth, undecided whether it would snuggle down or move up back the line of my spine. “Who is this nice fellow, knucklehead?” “A candidate for you Sir” replied beefy. The finger was inching toward my hole. I was shivering. “Ah! I see. By his reaction and the tears on his face, he doesn’t look to me as willing participant”, the man replied in a stern voice. “Oh! he his, Sir.” “Mpphfm… a… igh…” I yelled incomprehensibly in the rag. I wriggled my ass more in the attempt to dislodge the finger that was sinking dangerously toward my hole than to indicate that I was here totally against my will. “Shut up bitch” beefy interrupted me with a painful slap. “Haven’t we talked about this, knucklehead?” “Yes Sir, but look how nice he his. Perfect.” “Yes, he is perfect” the man nodded which draw a wicked smile of beefy’s face. “But” continued the man, “we don’t rape anyone, under any circumstance. Is it so hard to understand?” “Yes Sir, I mean… No Sir, sorry Sir.” An apologetic beefy said in a low voice. “I’ll deal with you later. Make sure to show your sorry ass when I asked for you” “Yes Sir” I was set free. The inside of my ass was still itching and the temptation to slip a finger in crossed my mind. I stood up to met with the leather man. His body had a great definition. It was visible the man was taking care of his body which make him attractive to me, but he looked to be over 40 which played against him. The leather, on the other side, was neither appealing nor repulsing. Leather, piercing and tattoos that was Max (my boyfriend) fetishes. “I’m John, boy.” The man said. “I would like to apologize for this regretful incident” “Euh.. Ahem… thank you for… I’m Leo…” I said regaining my wits. “Leo, is it? Come with me, boy, I would like to explain this whole misunderstanding” He moved slightly, reducing the space between us, I could smell the man, the musk, the leather, all mixed, creating a strange odor that brought some lite dizziness. “Ah, thank you, but I rather find my boyfriend” I said. “Nonsense. I insist. I don’t want rumors spreading that I condone rape. Come on, do I look like the big bad wolf ready to take your cherry?” he said in humorous tone. I wanted to say yes he did. I wanted to escape but my feet weren’t moving. I was looking in his eyes and I knew for sure he was a predator. A man that doesn’t take no for an answer. A man that always gets what he wants. “Ok” was the only thing that came from my mouth. I found myself following this man. My eyes were fixed on a small skull wrapped in a biohazard tattoo just above his well-defined ass in front of me. As he walked, I was under the impression that the skull was smiling at me. *** I had sucked a second load after a lot of efforts, but Victor (I learned his name while I tongue-washed his balls) remained hard and was coaxing me to pull a third load from him. The dick was already shinny and the piss slit was expulsing drops of clear cum. His balls were drenched with my saliva. He had such a nice dick. I did what any honest cocksucker would have done. I open my mouth and push his member down my throat. It only took few minutes before he grabbed my head and jammed his cock completely. “Oh fuck me! Urgh… fuck… Swallow…” an out of breath Victor said. “You are a horny man…” I said while standing up to stretch a little. My own cock was hard and pointing up nicely. “You have a nice one yourself” said Victor giving it a few strokes. “You want to cum?” ”Probably, but not like this. I like to cum when I fuck.” Victor kept stroking me. My hard on would need more than a handjob to spew its load. “Does is hurt?” asked Victor “What hurts?” “Getting fucked”. Victor was looking at my cock, gauging its thickness with his fingers. “The few first times, some. It depends how much you have prepared, and who fucks you and its size. After that, well, you can get some pleasure and satisfaction out of it” Victor became serious and look at me. He had removed his hand and was toying with his cock. He was going to ask to fuck me. It would be a long fuck as he just orgasmed 3 times in the last hour… and not counting on the fact that he was a buttfucking novice… “Would you do it?” he asked “Hun… do what?” I questioned back. “Well, fuck me. I am curious and I would be fair for you to cum. It is the least I can do for you, you know, returning the favor” he reply, looking for my reaction. “Are you sure, I am not sure it is a good idea…” “Why not? I trust you will take it slowly, and if someone is going to fuck me, it’s going to be you. You sucked me and swallowed my loads 4 times. I guess we’re past the stage of being strangers.” “Yeah… but…” uncertain to what to say, “not a god idea…” I repeated Victor turned around, got on all four, and from nowhere, produced a envelop of lube that you can pick at the reception for free. “Euh… where is the condom? I asked surprise by sudden change of attitude from the man. “No condoms. I want to feel it for real. It might the only time I get fucked. Go on before I change my mind.” “No really, we should use a condom, to be on the safe side…” I risked again. “Look, I never done anything of this. I have no disease, never had.” “Yeah… but…” “No but. Fuck me. Fuck me now.” The man was getting anxious again. “Ok, I will take my time to make sure it doesn’t hurt too much, but I really think it’s not a good idea”. A virgin, I thought. How does someone fuck a virgin, I asked myself? When I got fucked the first time, I had years of preparations: fingers, vegetables, then small dildos. I read a lot of stories, but in real life? And then, I always used protection when I fucked a guy. In the first year, I used to fuck raw but not anymore. I like to cum in an ass, but the condom collects everything. And with that I lubed his ass and fingered him. He took the two first fingers like a champ. I met resistance with the third one, but he did not complaint. I am not that big, but 3 fingers is the minimum required. I lined up my cock and slowly pushed against the virgin hole. “It’s not a good idea… I should get a condom…” I whispered more to myself than for him. “Urghh…” he said at the intrusion, “don’t stop”. I pushed harder and at the same time he backed his body on my cock. I was halfway in. “Oh fuck!” I said, surprise by the tightness. His hole was like a boa constrictor, trying to cut-off the air supply of its victim. Right now, it was preventing the blood to flow normally, and my cock got harder. If I didn’t have few years of practice, I would have creamed his guts right there, right now. “Arrghh…” he screamed, surprise by the thickness. My cock was like a hot spearhead, finding its way in the flesh of its victim. Right now, it was finding its way in the passage in the opposite normal flow, and his hole got tighter. If he had experienced a few fucks before, he would have purred like cat in front a bowl of milk. I fucked him for 20 minutes, enjoying my first virgin, before he asked if I was ready to cum. I had already cum once in his ass after 5 minutes with a lot of guilt and shame. But I was so excited that these feelings vanished as quick as they came. I never got soft, so I continued to fuck the man, giving him a ride that any bottom would remember. “Yeah, I am close” I answered “Go for it, cum in my ass” he said. “It’s not a good idea… I should pull out”, I was still ramming my cock in an out. His hole would be sore. It should have killed the mood, and my erection; but hearing this man, not so straight anymore, bottoming for his first time, pleading for my load in his ass, pushed me over the edge. “Uhn… Uhn… I grunted as I unloaded my second load of the day. “Wow…” was all he said. He pulled me next to him on the small bed, cuddling for a good 10 minutes, before he said that he should go back home to his wife. (\OoO/) As he got dressed, he throwed the room key on the bed next to me. “Take your time. Please, bring the key at the reception for me” he said. “Yeah… sure…” I replied distractively, still in the aftermath of what I had done. Yeah, the guy was straight, but I had assumed he was single or divorced. Now he was going back to his wife… As Victor opened the door, he turned around and asked: “Why did you thought it wasn’t a good idea to fuck me? I sure enjoyed it” he said genuinely. “Because I am positive”, I replied.

Part 1 “Why are you doing this?” he asked me. “Doing what?” as I rolled my eyes for the ‘n’ time as we were having this conversation. Again. “Doing stuff with the old trolls?” he retorqued. “Why not?” replying with a question. “They are men, with cocks, balls and asses like you and me” “You are 20 and they are what, hundred years old?” “So? A nice cock in my ass has no age” I replied, proud of my wisdom. “Yeah, can they still even get hard?”, he mockingly replied. “Most of them yes and unlike many guys our age, they know how to use a cock to please a guy. It’s not just a big-bang macho-type fuck you. They really appreciate the time I gave them, and they return it well. If they can’t get hard, well I let them nurse my cock as long as they want, lick my balls until they are smooth and shiny, and I can fuck them if they feel like it, giving them a nice special hot sauce load deep in their asses. And then, continue to fuck them until I whip my cum in a creamy coating all over my dick and fed it back to them like a nice dessert to a sugar-starving diabetic. It is a win-win situation.” “Well, most of them have a flabby stomach, they are old man with denture, wrinkled and have grey hair.” He said in disdainful voice. “Like we will one day” I replied in an amused voice. “Ever had a toothless man sucking on your cock? Probably not. And, when was the last time you suck my cock for 3 consecutive hours? Edging me an entire afternoon to slowly catch my cum in your mouth like it was the last nectar on earth? Rimming, licking and tonguing my sweaty arse after my Sunday morning run? “Huh… never” he said hesitantly. “That’s my point. When we are together, we have amazing sex. And I mean it. This, well, it is another sex dimension. I like older men for what we bring to each other. Like you do with those muscled gym rat.” The day had been really warm in Montreal. It was still early afternoon as my boyfriend and I walked in the bathhouse. It would be like most Fridays, where we could catch 2 or 3 straight guys each, right off work, stopping by to drop a load in our hungry mouth or asses before returning to their girlfriend or family. Few of them were regulars. There were a lot of tourists from Ontario this week again, so we might get lucky and get an extra fuck or two before the night start. I would spend the rest of the night until way after dawn the following day, seeking senior men. As I like to take my time, they fitted the bill. My boyfriend was more the gangbang-type, even more if they had a little muscle on them and a big muscle down there. *** “Full. Completely” repeated the punk at the reception, as he playfully pull on his nose ring while the other hand, what I presumably assumed by the light movement of his arm, was down in the front of his pants. “Impossible, you must be joking” my boyfriend replied incredulously. “I know, it’s crazy. No more rooms or lockers available. We’re full.” he said, openly feeling himself in front of us. “I am already hard thinking at what might happen tonight with all these people”. Four guys entered behind us, making a line in the small entrance. “You must let us enter. We’ve been coming here every week for the last 2 years” my boyfriend added. “No can do. It’s full” he said apologetically. His last remark perks up some interests from the guys behind us, and they started paying attention to our conversation. “I have an idea. We will strip here and put our clothes in my bag, and you keep it behind the counter” I said. “Whoa, whoa… I can’t…” his voice got lost in the guys cheering’s. No sooner said, the 4 guys started to strip right there. I nudged my boyfriend and not wanting to be the last, we got naked in less time than an orgasm last. “Holy shit” the punk exclaimed, extending his head over the counter to take a [banned word] on us and the other guys. “You can’t be naked here! Fucking hell! Get in through the door here and hand me your bags before you get arrested!” Another round of cheers and laughs were heard from the guys. I turned my head to get another look at the naked guys. The one closer to me had a tattoo covered-body, ear and nipples pierced, a long and thin soft cock armed with a two-headed PA, like a bullhorn-shape, nested in a semi-retracted foreskin. Yummy. When I looked back, his babyface was smiling back. He leaned in to fully kiss me on the lips, but last second, he pushed his tongue forcefully in my mouth. The kiss lasted only few seconds, but like the song says: “With all these sick thoughts in my head I'm going evil in the brain”, I returned the sloppy kiss. I broke out and got closer, putting my mouth to his ear: “Hmmm… Nice piercings by the way” as I gave a thug at his warm cock.

The following is completely true. I had planned for my evening to follow my rules: I would spend days looking at BBRT and breeding.zone and fantasize about really letting loose, really indulging my desires, but afterwards I would always return to Earth, chastising myself for getting worked up over such risky stuff. I went to Club Orlando as an outlet, a place to get a taste of what I wanted, but I gave myself two simple rules: first, I wouldn't allow anyone fuck me bareback, and second, if I found myself so frustrated that I was on the threshold of making bad decisions, I would simply get myself off - or leave. In the dark room of the maze there is a fuck bench of sorts. I stood near the end of the bench as I was somewhat selective, and certainly wasn't offering my bare hole to the entire room. I saw three other men bent over on the table, and as the room was quickly filing up, I took several huge hits from my poppers, just to keep me on edge. I guess I was feeling optimistic as, before I entered the dark room I had lubed up my ass, and was holding two magnum condoms - just in case. I wasn’t getting much attention, but then again, I was standing still at end of the fuck bench. Just then two older white guys walked through the door way. Each man sported an enormous dick. The two men immediately selected a bottom from the fuck bench and slid in. Both of the tops and the two bottoms were very vocal. Between the general scene and the poppers I was very excited, so when I felt a bare cock between my cheeks I was more than willing to accommodate, but still I managed to maintain my self-imposed rule and handed the guy a condom. The top accepted the condom but made no move to put it on. Instead he pinched my tits, nibbled my neck and rhythmically pushed at my hole - insistently. I was enjoying being played with definitely wasn't interested in getting fucked bareback, so I kept squirming my hole out of the path of his cock head, only to find it returned within seconds, seeking entrance. The intense fucking near us had me really turned on, and the man behind me used both hands to grab my hips and pin me against the fuck bench. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did I think he would all but rape me in a crowded room, still I grunted in pain and surprise as his dick, which was longer and thicker than I had expected, opened up my ass. Bareback. In all honesty I was so completely turned on I barely offered any resistance. The top fucked me for several seconds, using very long strokes. Although his technique was utterly amazing, reality still came crashing home - he was fucking me bareback, even as I gripped the second condom in my hand. I lurched off of him and pushed away at him a bit. As he left the darkroom into the main section of the maze I caught a glimpse of his silhouette: he was an older black man. I was incredibly flustered, the fucking had felt amazing but condoms are a reasonable precaution. I wasn’t ready to leave and took a few more hits of poppers. The older men pulled out of the asses they were fucking and moved down the line, one to the bottom his friend had just fucked, and the other to me. Without question or preamble he started trying to work his big fucking cock into my asshole bare. My hole was so ready it practically sucked at his cock head and I felt an overwhelming desire for it to stretch me wide. I handed the condom back and pressed it against his leg, and he took an arm and bent me over the table. As I was pressed down I felt his cock reach the perfect angle, and my hole stretched wide and open. He fucked his entire cock into me and when his hips hit my cheeks I sprayed cum all over the table. He fucked me with a vengeance, and it felt so good I didn’t bother offering any resistance. I felt him tense up and panicked as the unmistakable feel of a cock pumping cum filled my insides. He pulled his dripping and cummy cock out of me and another set of hands kept me from moving as his companion slipped into me. This one was about as long but much thicker at the head. It felt impossibly amazing working into me, and I felt cum gush down my cheeks and legs as it spurted out around his monster dick. His pace quickened and I felt him add another load of cum to my insides. He pulled out and I heard an audible plop as a gob of cum hit the floor. I was gasping and panting, having spent the past few minutes being fucked like an animal. I saw a young black guy near me, stroking a nice sized cock, and locked in the moment I shuffled my ass towards him and impaled myself on it. He made no effort to stop me and I worked my cummy hole all the way down his shaft. Between the previous big cocks and their loads it was effortless to work his whole cock in and out. He came in less than a minute, and I noticed another man was stroking next to us, so I shifted and was then filled with by the cock of a stranger. I tightened the grip on the condom in my hand as he shot his load into my ass. I left in a panic. Two weeks have passed, and while I haven't yet returned to the bathhouse, there is no doubt in my mind it was the best gay sex I have ever had.

Re-Opening 2 It was strange walking around the baths with it so empty. It had a very different vibe. I found room 207 but it was empty so off to the dark room I went. I prefer dark rooms that are completely dark. This wasn't one of them and it never has been. There's enough light to see shapes and I suppose if your eyes are really good you can see who's there. I had a few guys grab a feel. They guy that went for my ass got his hand twisted and quickly realized that it was off limits. There was a larger guy on his knees who really enjoyed the couple minutes I let him taste my dick and the earlier guy's ass. With no sign of... RJ, I continued my search as I said to myself "yay! I remembered his name". He was one of the few bathhouse fucks who's name I even knew, but we'd been fucking for so many years that it came up at some point. Eventually I found him in the sauna, right before I was about to give up and go fuck the hairless guy. "Hey, how's it going" I asked as I walked up and took a spot next to him. "Getting a lot better. I don't want to startle you, but I think there's only 3 tops here today, so you might get attacked at any time" he replied. I chuckled and said "I'm kinda used to it, its usually not this bad though. You find anyone yet, or are you still a virgin?" He let out a loud laugh and replied "It's not that bad. I had a pod with a couple fuckbuds and we've kept each other in shape. I've probably topped more in the last year than the rest of my life combined." "Cool, I had a fuckpod too. Now that I'm vaxxed and things are opening up its time for more variety. Right?" I said back. I wasn't going to tell him that my pod numbered in double digits or that I had a good track record infecting the neg guys I fucked with my now very detectable bug. He had been an early proponent of prep and was part of the clinical trials so our talks about whether it was safe vs. bareback were long over. We even joked when I started meds the last time that we were probably the safest barebackers in the place but hadn't said anything about it in years. "Exactly. You up for seeing if my ass can still take that monster of yours?" RJ asked. "That's why there's a college guy down the hall that's bitching he didn't get bred" I replied with a wicked grin. He climbed off the bench and took his place in front of me, sucking me just like two years ago and bringing my cock back to life. He still remembered all of the little things that I liked a cocksucker to do, from slurping one ball at a time into his mouth to biting, and tugging on my foreskin. RJ bobbed on my cock a minute, getting rougher with each stroke until he was ramming the head of my dick into his throat. He pulled off a moment and looked up at me. "I don't taste another guys ass. You sure you fucked a guy?" he asked and immediately went back down to working my cock. "Yeah, some guy in the dark room sucked any traces of him off my dick" I said. My shaft was back at full hardness and when RJ would wag his ass while deepthroating me, I'd get one step closer to nailing it. I gave him a five count and then pulled him off me. He crawled forward as I got off the bench. I spread his legs a little wider and pressed my thumb to his hole. Other than sweat, I couldn't find any other lube. Spitting a few gobs on his hole, I pulled my foreskin the rest of the way back and pressed forward. Just like with the college guy, no mention was made of condoms or status and soon my leaking cock was sinking deeper into his velvety hole. RJ groaned as my cock stretched his hole open. While he may have been getting fucked the past year, I doubt that it was something as thick as mine. I was just about to ask if I was going to fast when he groaned out "God damn... that thing is bigger than I remember!" I still had the same question but now I wasn't sure what the best response was. Pulling back slowly, I felt my cock break the outer ring and leave him empty. "No! No! NOOO!" he cried out, adding "Shove it back in!" a second later. Normally I hate bottoms trying to direct my fucks but I deserved that one. Complying with his request, I shoved back in, balls deep. The head of my cock was pressed to his inner ring and I felt him spasm around my shaft as he struggled to take the girth. "Oh god yeah! Wreck my cunt" he moaned out. In the past we had gotten pretty rough and with his last comment I assumed he wanted it just like old times. Pulling back half way, I shoved back in again. Pausing a few moments I did it again and then again several more times. I felt him curl his feet behind my calves and knew this was what he really did want. The pauses got shorter and shorter until I was just drilling his ass. The echos of our bodies slamming together filled the sauna. I hadn't noticed the other guys that came into the room but most were watching us fuck through the steam. Some were stroking, a couple had guys sucking them but surprisingly no one came too close to make it creepy. I drilled him for fifteen minutes or so, mixing up the pace to manage my orgasm. He has such a talented, resilient hole that can take a lot of abuse so I wanted this to last. I did get too close at one point and fired off a couple shots into his hole, but I was able to shut it down for once by slamming in and letting my cock cool down. I slowly pulled out and got him flipped on to his back, driving my still hard cock back in without losing more than a drop or two of cum on the bench. Pushing his legs back I built up speed again, but this time I was staring at his face. He seemed to be in total bliss and I felt his rock hard cock stabbing into my abs as I stabbed into his hole. In the past, his cock had been just slightly hard during our fucks but this time he was at full length and leaking all over himself and me. I usually don't care whether a bottom I'm fucking gets hard or not, I'm more concerned about his hole giving me pleasure. The committed bug chasers usually are hard when I breed them just because they are so excited about finally getting something toxic inside them instead of the unmedicated seed that most poz guys have. Most of the other guys are just limp and concentrating on getting fucked. A few of the onlookers made comments about RJ taking the pounding I was giving him and I got lost in the rhythm until I suddenly heard RJ let out a loud groan and felt his hole spasm around my cock. One of his shots hit me under the chin and another landed on my cheek. Instinct took over and I planted my cock in deep and fired off several shots inside RJ's hungry chute while his hole milked all of my charged up cum into his gut. The warm cum surrounded my cock as I stood there motionless except for my cock pumping out last few pulses. "Holy fuck, that was intense" said the older bear who was sitting on the bench six feet away. I could see the sheen on his chest fur and figured it was a mix of cum and sweat, just like RJ's chest and face. When his breathing slowed, RJ smiled back at me and said "Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to shower you with my cum but I just couldn't hold off any longer." I laughed and said "Don't worry. I was getting so close, almost anything would have triggered me" I replied. We stood there a few minutes, hearing everyone get up and leave now that the show was over. My cock was softening but still holding all of my cum inside him. Unlike a lot of the guys I had bred over the past year, I knew that I wasn't going to knock RJ up, but it had been a great fuck anyway. Finally, he said "I'm gonna have to give my ass a rest after that pounding. Shower?" "Sounds good" I replied and we wandered next door to the upstairs shower room. A couple guys pointed at us as we took our place in the open shower area and rinsed off. The water felt good and we took our time, but the music stopped and an announcement came over the PA system telling everyone "Blue bracelets, it's time to leave and let some fresh meat inside." The message sounded like we'd been there twelve hours not the two that we really had. "There's a great DJ here on Wednesday night, if you have some time" RJ said as we made it down the stairs to the locker room. I gave him a wink and said "I'm not sure what's on my schedule that day" and he replied quickly "I'll be here at ten." Obviously he wanted another fuck and figured his wrecked pussy would recover by then. I spotted the hairless college dude walking out of the main showers as I was getting dressed in the locker room. I slowed down so that I was ready when he started to walk towards the door. "These two hour limits suck. Hope to see ya next week so I can give ya the load I owe you" I said as I walked up behind him. "I hope so too... Same time?" he replied with a grin.

I always tell tops that I moan like a bitch when getting bred to prepare them. Sometimes i like to hear a yeah or good boy. Anything that tells me he is enjoying himself. I like to know my pussy makes him happy and is doing it’s job.

haha, this is so recognizable! continue taking loads while ur on treatment for ur last STD(s), and a new bug is already arrived

Part 2 Leo (my boyfriend) and me knew our way around, so we grabbed our towels and headed upstairs to the gloryhole. Men, backs against the walls of the small passages, groped our asses or caressed the lump of our dicks as we fray our way from one booth to another. In my dismay, I realized that all the booths were taken. Shit! The place was really crowded. “You a cocksucker?” came a soft voice from the left side. I turned around to find a tall man, a good 4 inches over my 5’10”, nice haircut, in the 30s, a little fat on the hips, but hairier than any man I had ever seen! From his neck down, a dense carpet of hair was disappearing under the towel wrapped at his waist. “No sexy treasure tail for this guy”, I thought. He was looking at me with a frantic look. I turned my head back for Leo, but he was nowhere to be seen. The man did not wait for an answer and was putting pressure on my shoulders with one hand, and removing his towel with the others. Surely, he didn’t want me to blow him in the open? More pressure. His soft cock and balls were hidden by a hairy bush, not a monster cock. No sign of excitement, thought. Definitely straight. I had his cock in my mouth before my knees touched the floor. It was strange to suck a cock with so much hair, but I was happy. Not more than 5 minutes in the bathhouse and I was sucking my first cock of the weekend. A good sign! And with all the people here, I might go to cocksucker’s heaven before I leave tomorrow. After the second or third suction with my tongue darting the piss slit, I got a positive response! The guy was getting hard, but it wasn’t growing, it wasn’t getting thicker. Neither a grower or a shower… Just a little bigger than my thumb! Hard as a nail. I don’t mind small cocks, it’s less challenging and, sometime, fun. Then, with a guttural grunt, he came! One shot, a mouthful. Wow! I swallowed like a good cocksucker should. A second shot, another mouthful. Fuck! I swallowed again with a loud “gulp”. Then a third, almost a mouthful. “Hmmm”, I thought, “small thing hides larger ones”. I swallowed again. Then nothing. I nursed the cock for few leftovers, but nothing. The cock had regain its softness. The man squeezed his way out of the small audience that had gathered, then another cock was shoved in my mouth. I looked up to my assailant. He was a fat guy and I was unable see his face. Another cock on the small side. He tried to face fuck me. Unpleasant. I pulled back and stood up, dissolving the small crowd of voyeurs. No signs of Leo. I decided to look for him when a man caught my attention. “Thank god you are here!” said the mid-fifty man with a grey goatee. “Hey!” I only responded, unsure who the guy was. “I came early hoping to find you when suddenly the place got invaded”. He glanced around as if to reaffirm what he had just said. “I was afraid of something bad would happen to me”. I looked at the man and I had to admit he was cute. I know we don’t say ‘cute’ for a guy his age, but he was in my definition. Out of place in such crowd, but a handsome man. “We know each other?” I asked cautiously. He looked at me strangely before answering. “Yeah, you sucked me last time I was here. Well, I mean, it was my first time, but it was also the last one. And was hoping that you would like, you know…” he pointed down with his eyes toward his crotch. I smile genuinely, and replied “So, you did arrive early? Did you reserved a room by any chance?” “Yes I did” “And when was that? I asked squinting. “Less than an hour ago. And since I didn’t know when I would find you I took a full-day room” he replied anxiously. At that moment, I couldn’t have put a bigger smile on my face. I stretch my arm around his waist and pulled the man into me. “I would love to suck you again, daddy! Lets go.” *** Leo had found himself dragged by a beefy guy out of the gloryhole section toward the slings on the opposite side of the bathhouse. “You’ll do” was the only thing he said. Leo tried to get my attention, but his voice was lost in the incessant whispering and indecent slurping of a busy gloryhole. The couple received both strange and interested looks as they walked. Between the slings, Leo was bent and pushed flat on his stomach on an ass-level bench that have seen better days. Another man pulled the towel and cuffed his hand on his lower back. “Don’t move if you know what is good for you” said beefy. “Hey, let me…” Leo was muzzled by a smelly poppered-rag and few rounds of duct tape. Leo tried to stand up only to receive a sharp slap on his bare ass. Beefy’s head was next to his ear “If you want more, let me know.” At 21 years old, Leo was a top and had never put anything in his ass except for tip of his little finger. In other words, he was a virgin. When he felt two hands spreading is ass, he feared of what would happen. A fat-digit full of lube was unceremoniously shoved in his hole which triggered an agonizing scream from Leo. “Feel that, pussycat?” Beefy was finger-fucking him. Leo felt a mild burning and was relieve when Beefy pulled out his finger. The reprieve was short as the digit, reloaded with lube, made its second entry. Beefy was enjoying this. “Don’t worry, in few minutes, you will crave for my finger to be back or maybe you will beg for something bigger…” Tears were running down Leo’s face hoping for me to save him. *** In the small room, the man had revealed a very nice cut cock, already hard from anticipation and nervousness. I was slowly sucking it, making sure this one would last more than a minute. The egg-shaped balls were swinging against my chin each time I was deep throating him. I also wanted to give him the best blowjob ever and leave him highly satisfied. My motive was simple: after I drained his balls, the man would likely leave to go back home with wonderful memories, and I would recuperate the room for me! My efforts were gratified by a nice and warm load. “Oh god, it was better than last time. You are amazing”, the man said. I raised my head from his crotch. I was tempted to kiss him and share his load, but I swallowed my prize. “And was the last time”, I asked still not remembering when I sucked him. “It was in March, during spring break” he said in a thoughtful voice. “Ah yeah, I remember” I lied. I must have suck over a hundred other men since then, no wonder I don’t remember him. We chatted for few minutes, and I was ready to go for the kill, asking him for the room when he pointed to his hard cock. So, I dove back for a second round.

I don't think its that uncommon . Banging out your prostrate can cause the strong urge to (and sometimes release of) piss. Has happened to me before. One Sir that used to use me wanted it to happen! He actively tried to fuck the piss out of me

I absolutely love having daddies enjoy my hole and get off inside me. Have ever since I was a teen. Daddy/son roleplay is fucking hot, there is something about it. I'm in my 30s but still with a twinkish build, so don't quite consider myself daddy material (altho I love me some twink boys too), but 50s+ years old and larger build, with a nice thick cock and full balls.....damn, use me as your personal fleshlight all night long!!! and pass me off to your friends next 😉 oof

Met up with a guy last night. He had sent me a pic of a very nice 8" cock. Could tell he was skinny and inked from the pic, not my usual type, but a load is a load. no question about status. Went to his place, had agreed on a dark room breeding. Got to his apartment, door was ajar, and I already knew to go down the hall and into the room on the left. The place was a bit sketchy looking. When I entered the room he told me to strip and get on the bed that was right in front of me. I had my poppers and got into the bed in all fours. He came up behind me and lubed up my hole and his cock. Told me to hit my poppers, as I did a few hits his cock was pushing into my hole. I moaned like a cheap whore as he bottomed out. I didn't get a chance to get used to his cock before he started fucking me. Within 5 minutes of hard pounding he groaned and shot his load deep in my ass. I figured that was going to be it when he started to pull out, but he then pushed back in and started fucking me some more. He lasted about 10 minutes for the second breeding before he groaned again and shot load number 2 in my hole. No sooner than he finished cunning in me he to!d me he was going to give me one more load before he was done using my ass. He started fucking me again like a man in a mission and shot his third load in my ass. He pulled out and I could feel the cum dripping out of my hole. I got dressed and left with three loads deep in my ass. By the time I got home, I had a big wet spot on the seat of my shorts...oink!

Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.

Bottom here and submissive. I am hoping to find a way to stop erections from occurring but not using pharmaceuticals or surgery. Just something to do at home to cause impotence.. open to any ideas you might have? I just want to get cock in my hole and never get erect again.

*This is mostly fantasy with a little reality thrown in* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1(?) It was Friday night and the beginning of a three day weekend, so what better way to celebrate than to get a little twisted at my favorite bathhouse? I arrived around 9:30PM, even though the parking lot wasn't full yet and paid my entrance (thankfully my bag wasn't checked) and walked straight to my room. Nice, I had gotten lucky and was assigned a deluxe room with a queen-sized bed. After stripping down I opened my bag and pulled out my supplies. A pipe, two lighters and the bag of stuff that would make this night. I also had remembered to bring my blindfold so that any tops with hesitations wouldn't feel shy. The porn playing on my TV was one of the few bareback flicks they had in rotation, a hot number with four smooth Marine boys. I immediately got to packing my pipe and, staring intently at the screen, flicked my lighter on and held it under the fresh bowl. As the white smoke started to swirl around and intensify I took a deep breath. Blub blub blub, went the water in the pipe and immediately the chambers turned bright white as I tasted the slightly unpleasant first taste of the tina. After my lungs could not hold anymore I set the pipe down and instinctively grabbed my cock as I exhaled a huge cloud over the hot boys on TV. "Beautiful," I muttered under my breath, as the thought of these muscle men passing around a pipe and getting spun took hold of my mind. I was rock hard within seconds and took another large hit. After a few minutes I decided to dim the lights and crack open the door to get a feel for the crowd that was present thus far. A couple guys walked by but didn't stop after making eye contact... which is why my preferred position is face down, ass up. I closed the door and took a couple more hits, which was starting to make my freshly cleaned hole twitch for some action. Leaving the pipe slightly visible in the shadows (I get turned on at the thought of getting walked in on while smoking,) I donned my blindfold and settled in diagonally on the bed, facing the wide open door. As expected, within five minutes I felt the familiar sensation of a hand on my leg running up to my ass. My excitement was piqued and I wiggled my butt a little to let this stranger know he was welcome in my ass. "Fuck yea, that's a sweet hole," a deep voice growled. I reached around to feel a heavy, thick cock of about eight inches. I couldn't help myself and turned my body to wrap my lips around his tool as he started to finger my hole. "Mmmmmhmmmmmmm" was all I could muster with my mouth full. "Oh fuck, you're partied up, aren't you boy?" the voice asked and I knew he had seen my pipe sticking out from the wadded up towel by my bed. "Uh huh," I said eagerly. "I love breeding party sluts like you, take a couple hits while I fuck you." This was exactly what I had been hoping for and I wasted no time in lowering my blindfold to grab my pipe. I could see my anonymous fucker now as well. He was a tall middle aged Latino man, with the hint of a six pack and a beefy belly, just how I like them. "That's right," he nodded, "Blow those clouds in the mirror while you watch me fuck your party hole." He slipped his unusually thick meat in my hole as I let out a gasp; his cock was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, stretching me open as he bottomed out in me. I took a hit and let out another white cloud as he smiled approvingly at me and started to pump my ass. "Fuckin' hot, boy. You love my cock in there, huh?" as I moaned in repsonse.. "Fuck yeah, dump your load in that party hole!" I pleaded with him as he quickened his pace and took another hit for his viewing enjoyment. "Yeah" he growled with his eyes closed, signaling he was close. "Cumdump party boy, fucking lookin' for loads and tina huh?" "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" I moaned even louder as this is the type of degrading dirty talk that gets my cock hard no matter what I might be on. "I'm gonna fuckin' unload in you boy," he said quickly as he started thrusting like crazy. "Fuck yea, I'm gonna make that hole mine! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhhhh, arrrgh!" he yelled as he slammed into my hole, his cock throbbing with the volleys of his seed shooting in me. "Mmm, fuck yea" I panted as he pulled out and got ready to leave. I just laid there as I was, with a run of cum dripping down my hole and sac for any other guy to see. "Leave the door open." "I got a couple friends coming tonight," he said as he turned to walk out. "They like to blow clouds and love whoring out little chemsluts like you." "You let them know where I am, I'll be here all night."

Part 4 Key at my wrist, towel well-tucked around my waist, I started looking for Leo. The ventilation was slowly drying the thin layer of sweat on my body. It was impossible to ignore the odor. I smelled like sex. A lot of rooms had their door opened, and one was able to see a lot of activities from couples and threesomes, but also some solos. All of them gathering a small crowd. I peeked in each of them over shoulders, expecting to see Leo fucking the brains out of another jock for everyone to see. That was his thing. Second floor, checked. No trace of Leo. I went down on the main floor. I decided to start with the saunas and the pool area as it was easy to scan. Wrong. The pool was overcrowded. A lot of groping and kissing was going on; some were like engaged in a standing fuck in the water. Urggh! I need to tell Leo to avoid the pool later… The steam room was overpopulated. At the entrance, two or three guys were perversely groping the newcomers. Me included, twice, on my way in and on my way out. A guy was being spit-roasted on the floor by two massive men. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that for each seated man, a standing man was getting sucked. No Leo here. A line up for the dry sauna almost discouraged me. As I was waiting, a guy wraps his arms around, and kissing my neck just below my ear. “Do you have fun?” he asked with another kiss. I tried to see who my “lover” was. Another kiss on my shoulder, then a narrow tongue with a double tongue piercing gently licked its way back to my ear, plunging in it with passion. He loosened up his embrace, allowing me to turn around. His mouth was on mine right away, pushing his tongue in, battling with mine. A nice and long French kiss. Phew! That was good. It was the tattoo guy. “You dumped you little macho boyfriend?” he asked smiling at me. “No, I am looking for him actually” I retorqued. “Not here” he joked and start making out with me again. He was a good kisser. I gave in. “I really would like to find him” I said between two kisses. He looked back annoyed. “May be we can hook up later. I would really like that. I think you are hot” I was keeping my opportunity open. His expression changed and he was smiling again. “Hot, uhn?” he looked back at me. “Boyfriend found or lost, next time we ran in each other, you are mine. Deal?” “Deal” I managed to say. “He is not in there” my tattoo lover said, pointing at the dry sauna. “My three friends are in there fucking everything that has an ass to breed since we arrived. I would have seen him. And I doubt that it is his scene.” “What do you mean?” intrigued by his remark. “My friends are hosting a conversion party of their own. Interested to join the chasers?”. He grabbed my ass and pull me against him. “But for you to know, I would like to have the first go at you, I would prepare you good with my nice cock like I did the other bug chasing sluts.” I remembered his long-pierced cock. That would do some damages. “No promise here” I managed to say, “but I’ll keep my part of the deal” I added has I tug on one the ringed-nipple, without mentioning that I was already poz, and that if I join, it would be as a giver. Pool and saunas checked out. I was left with rows of rooms, a couple of open rooms used as “resting areas”, an open living room, and a very (too) small dark maze. I opted for the latter first and than to make my way back to the rooms section. As I went, I noticed the living room was occupied by only 10 of 15 guys – biker-look if anyone can tell from a half-naked man. Amongst them, a couple of fully-naked twinks with glazed eyes, playing with their soft cocks. It was strange to see this “empty” area compared to the rest of the crowded place. I got some glances over from some of the bikers, but I paid no attention to them. No Leo here. So, I went straight for the dark maze. *** “Excited?” John gesture at my cock that was proudly tenting my towel as he open the door of the room. “66” the door indicated, but a smart ass had draw with a black marker another “6” at the end. “Nervous” I replied which made John laughed. As soon as we entered, John locked the door behind me. It wasn’t the normal cheap room that you can rent. This one had on one side, a bed from wall-to-wall, and on the other side a bench similar to the one I was on few minutes ago. This one had a lot of straps and cuffs attached to it which made the other one dull, I guessed, if it is your kink. Next to the bench a sling, surrounded by a lot of mirrors to reflect any positions. Nothing to calm me. “So, which one do you want to try first? asked John. He must have seen my dismay and started laughed again. I was not to be bullied again. I regained my composure and said: “If you hop in the sling I can fuck your ass good” “It might be interesting, boy.” He said looking up and down. “but if I do, I’ll fuck you as well. So, I guess it won’t happen?” “Nope” “Want a drink? as he pull from the bag two bottles of flavored mineral water. I looked at the bottles, then at him suspiciously. “They aren’t spiked if it is what you think. Go on and pick the one you want. I’ll drink the other one” he said. His smile was almost charming. “Red pill, blue pill” scene was playing in mind. I took one and sit down on the bed. My ass reminded me it was looking for some rescue. What ever this knucklehead lubed me up with was leisurely burning. John might have seen my discomfort bit said nothing. I sniffed than tasted the water – nothing unusual, took a sip – yeah all good – and then another. I look at the brand – never seen it before. It tasted good, thought. I never noticed John putting back the other bottle in the bag and grabbed a normal bottle of water for himself. John started explaining that he was, him and few other men, members of selective club that he cofounded with his former partner in the Y2K period when they were both eighteen-years-old. John continued chatting about his club, but I was unable to focus on his monologue. I was brought back from my thoughts – what was I thinking about? when John sat next to me. Close to me. Very close. I was able to smell him again. A very manliness odor and not at all unpleasant. “I was saying that we are looking for new minions” “Hun?... Minions?” What was he talking about? “You know, young recruits to join the club, young man to keep us company. I explained it to you.” “Uncle… no… knock… uhn…” - what was his name again? “Beefy…! He was… re… recruiting me?” I manage to say. “Beefy? John started to chuckle. “Yeah, it fits him well, but I call him knucklehead” “Yeah, beefy…” I stuttered. “Are you ok?” John asked me with concerns. “You must be dehydrated, drink some more water” he said. “No, I’m good…” I looked down at the bottle and it was almost empty. John was caressing my back. His hand was rough, a hand that is used to manual work, hard work, not like these pencil-pushers – did he said he was a mechanic? Unimportant. The hand was rough and it felt good. I closed my eyes when his other hand reach my left nipple and gently play with the tip. Highly sensual. “I’ve got more water if you want” I heard John say. I looked down at my bottle which was now completely empty. “Yeah, I would like… that…” shaking my empty bottle in front of him. “But first, would you… euh… you mind… if I lay down a bit?

Practice. And I'm not being flippant. Those sets of graduated butt plugs will be your friends.

He asked for it!

Some recent events, and recent posts on the Breeding zone have prompted me to write a work of fiction. Although, I have used myself as the main character, please remember this is a work of FICTION and any similarity to real people and future events will be argued to be nothing more than pure coincidence. Enjoy. How I became a Biker Bitch Part 1 It’s difficult to believe I’ve come to this. I was a bisexual top only a few days ago, and now, well, maybe I should start at the beginning. A few weeks ago when I went out with my sister to her favorite karaoke bar. I’d been there before, as a matter of fact, I go to all the bars in town. Anyway, this particular night as we were leaving she introduced me to Magnum, the leader of the biker gang which happened to be there that night. He said “Glad to meet you. You’re not drinking?” I’d just stopped a bit earlier, and told him I was driving her tonight, as we were in her car. " Oh, got it" he said, "Good to meet you" and with that he shook my hand. He wasn’t built quite like the other bikers, having a somewhat smallish frame, as opposed the rest of guys in the bike gang, who were generally big guys. I thought this a bit odd. When we get outside I asked my sister why she introduced Magnum to me. She explained that she wanted to know if was he bi. My response, “How the hell should I know?” “Well some of the girlfriends and wives think he is, and everyone knows you are, so they just thought you could tell. Everyone hates his girlfriend 'cause she gets so jealous of anyone, even guys. talk to him. Honestly most of us are hoping Magnum and his girlfriend break-up - she's completely controlling." I responded "Women, are such conniving……” shaking my head, “What business is it of yours, your not even in their club. I mean conspiring against a guy like that. I want no part of it” “But I will say this, if we were at the gay club and the guys kept playing with his rear and crotch like they did here tonight, I’d think they were all gay and he straight.” She laughed and that was the end of it. We started going to each karaoke night at the club. The first couple of weeks only a few of the bikers dropped in, on one Saturday night they all showed up again, including Magnum. I decided to buy him a beer, thinking it would be good to be friendly. I got two beers, and walking over to him, said "Howdy," handing him one of the beers, which he accepted with a broad 'thanks'. Showing him my beer, I remarked “See, I do drink” and with that I strolled-off, thinking "My good deed is done for the night." As the night progresses, everyone got drunk, of course. I had to go take a piss as I walked into the men's room, a biker walked in behind me, taking-up the adjoining urinal. To my surprise he struck-up a conversation asking “You’re Debbi’s brother, aren’t you?” “Well, yes” I replied. Extending his free hand, we clumsily shook hands and he introduced himself saying “I’m Hambone. I’ve heard about you.” “Oh, I hopes it’s not bad.” “I heard you’re a queer.” I replied “Not quite: I’m bi. I do like women.” He clarified "But you do like cock, right?" adding "What do you think of mine? Bet you’d love to suck it for me wouldn’t ya?” With that he turned to show it to me, then,without awaiting my reply, zipped-up and walked out the door. leaving me with my mouth hanging. His cock was a beauty. I could understand why they call him Hambone. While his cock seemed to be of average length, at least when soft, but boy was it thick. I don’t think I could have gotten my mouth around it if I had wanted to. Well I would have tried if he had been serious. LOL. I hadn't had sex with anyone in a long time, and I was just about to go out of my mind with the desire to have physical contact with another person, but I didn't really know what had been stopping me. I washed my hands and returned to the table, and my beer. Debbi and I were sitting at a table with one of the bikers, Mike, and his wife, Linda, as well as a couple other women who are friends of theirs as well as Debbi, who had just been called to the floor for a song when Magnum walked-up and invited me to accompany him out on the patio where a couple of other bikers were gathered. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but figuring the club was a public place, and as I didn’t sense any menace in the invitation, I accompanied him. Once out-side, one of the guys lit-up a joint and started passing it around. While I declined, Magnum opened saying “Some of the guys have talked it over, and we have decided to invite you to join our club.” “Wow, well uh, I’d love to belong to your club, but I’m afraid I don’t qualify. Believe me, you really don’t want me, I’d be an embarrassment. Thanks, though.” “How’s that?” he asked. “I don’t have a bike, nor do I have a good enough job to buy one, or even know how to ride, if I did have a way to buy one. Let alone the fact I used to be a prison guard, and some of your guys are ex-cons, the two don’t normally mix well. Then there's the fact I’m bi, and some of your guys would.…” He interrupted me,“Oh, I didn‘t know you were a guard.” He grinned widely and glanced at the two other bikers passing around the joint. "As for the job, I’m sure one of us can help you find one that pays enough, and I’m sure we can round up a bike you can borrow 'till you can buy one. And we can teach you to ride.” I asked, “Has anyone ever turned you down?” “Nope.” “Oh” I replied, and with that Magnum said “So it’s settled. Sure you don’t want?” offering me the joint again. “No thanks, really.” Magnum resumed by saying “We have a four month probationary period during which time you will be sponsored, so everything your sponsors tells you. You'll ride with them, everywhere they go.” As they finish the joint, and we started inside, and he told the other two guys "There's a meeting at my house after closing to start his initiation" gesturing at me. I looked-on dumbfounded. “I, I, I ah, really don’t know what to say.” Back at the table he told Debbi “Your brother has decided to join our club. I know he was riding with you, but one of us will get him home. He has to be at the meeting after the bar closes.” With that he walked-off. Turning to me Debbi said, “I didn’t know you wanted to join the biker club. You don’t even know how to ride.” “I was drafted. Maybe we should go NOW.” Mike spoke-up, “Oh, it’ll be fine. I’ll watch after him, Debbi.” To which I added “Well, he did offer to help me find a job. I can’t really turn that down. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll give it a shot.” “That’s the spirit” Mike said. I looked-up and saw Hambone talking with one of the bikers who was outside. He saw me, lifted his beer and with a smile, saluted me. Now, I was worried. Mike’s wife rode home with her friends and he drove me to Magnum’s place out in the country. On the way I asked him, “So, what goes on at this initiation anyway?” “It’s different for each guy. Mine was downing a bottle of jack, which I immediately threw up” and he chuckled at the memory as we pulled into the yard. I saw there are several bikes and a few trucks on the property, but not as many as I expected, which I pointed out to Mike. “Oh, yeah, well most of those belong to Magnum. There will only be six to eight guys here.” “Huh - I thought your club was bigger than that” I remarked, looking at him quizzically. “It is. These are the pack leaders, if you will. Or if you prefer club officers. They will initiate you, and then assign sponsors to you who will guide you for the next four months” he explained as he stopped the truck. I got out, but he didn’t. “Aren’t you coming in?” I asked. “Nope, I’m not an officer. They’ll get you home later, or call one of us to do it.” The two guys from the patio were waiting and escorted me inside. "I’m Jack" the larger guy said, "and this is Will." Jack was about six feet tall, tattooed all over. His arms were amazingly large. Frankly his size made me feel very small. Will was also a big guy, has a rough scraggly beard, a few scars on his arms, and also had numerous tattoos. When we entered the house I saw Magnum, Hambone, and three other big guys drinking at a bar in his house. I could smell the joint they were passing around. There was a pool table, a leather couch with a coffee table, and sliding glass doors. Outside I saw an in ground pool. Nice house, I thought to myself. About then I recognized one of the guys as a biker I had met many years earlier at the adult drive-in. All we did was mutual jacking in his car. I was sure it was him, but I couldn't remember his name. Then someone said “Well, I see our new guy is here. Time to started.” Jack and Wills grabbed my arms and I knew there was no way I could break free, but I tried anyway. “What the hell guys? Let me go.” They just laughed. Magnum and the other guys are smiling. “We aren’t going to hurt you” Magnum said, adding "Well, yeah, it’s going to hurt I’m sure, but you’re a cocksucker so you’ll enjoy it. See here's the plan. The boys and I, well, when we found out you were a cocksucker, and then you tell me you were a guard. You sort of picked your own initiation.” “Hell yeah!” Hambone said. I responded “Look guys, if you want me to suck your cocks, fine. I won’t resist, you don’t have to do this” and I gestured in Jack's direction. The guy from the drive-in, who was taking a drag off the joint spoke-up saying “ That’s not all we want, see a couple of us got raped in jail and now it’s payback time.” "Yeah" I heard Will say. I thought to myself What are my options here? I’ve got to talk them out of this - no place I could run to, and no way I could fight them off. “But, I wasn’t the one who did it, and I’ve never....” Then I felt the sting of Jack's huge hand on my face, and tasted blood. Magnum continued "We’ve decided to make it easier on you then they had it. Now we can do this the easy way, and you undress yourself for us like in prison, or....” Jack squeezed my arm and I clenched my teeth in pain. “Okay, Okay” I said. With my acquiescence Jack and Will let me go, and Jack knocked my hat off and slapped me on my ass, knocking slightly forward. “Hee-haw, Cowboy. Show us what you got.” I quickly regained my step. “Get em off, boy, or else, we’re waiting” Hambone said with an evil grin. I heard a chain lock being placed on the door behind me, then Jack and Will took a seat to watch me strip. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor, then went to lift my T-shirt. “Oh, this is taking too long” Jack remarked, and standing-up, he moved towards me. I froze, expecting to be punched. Instead he grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it off me. “Jack, let him do it” called-out one of the guys, to which Jack replied “Okay, Bill” and he resumed his seat. I unbuckled my belt, and reached down to pull off each one boot then the other and then dropped my jeans. Wearing only my underwear and socks, I stood there, hesitating. Magnum barked-out the order “Get them off, everything, even the socks.” So I pulled my underwear down and then removed my socks, and then stood-up, covering my crotch with my hands” feeling rather embarrassed. “Remove the hands. Stand there like you were an inmate” someone ordered. I lowered my hands to my sides. “Good, good. You’re doing so well.” Bill then remarked "That’s such a tiny cock you got there. I can’t see any woman wanting that. No wonder you’re a cocksucker." Of course everyone laughed. “I’m a grower” I responded. "Yeah sure" Hambone said as he unzipped his own jeans. to be continued.

Hard prostate stimulation can cause involuntary urination much like how hard clitoral stimulation does the same to females. Sometimes it’s just because the Top is hitting and squishing your internal organs, to include your bladder. Depending on how big he is and the angle he’s hitting in you, he could be bashing your bladder, making you wanna pee. Sometimes you can catch a bottom peeing himself while getting fucked. Clear fluid will start to spill out in spurts and drip out like water, not drool out like precum or semen, which is thicker. I try to empty my bladder before sex, especially with those skilled Tops that I know regularly give me hands free, p-spot orgasms. However, despite going before hand, I piss myself about 10% of the time once the orgasms start building. Most times it’s just a dribble or slow leak that most thick bath towels can handle. Sometimes, though, it is a full force stream. If I can catch myself in time, (before it starts feeling too good) I take a quick bathroom break. It’s actually a good sign when I start pissing myself because I know the next wave that hits, cum will start dribbling out and then there no stopping the waves of pleasure.

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At the end of work week it's always GOOD to get/give loads! What a de-stresser! BTW, last Saturday I was visited by my 30 yo Filipino pigson with a big load to blast in my mouth. He doesn't like wasting it. His load coated the back of my mouth. All done in 15 mins. Then he went shopping! LOL! Today I met up with my other pigson -- 29 yo Vietnamese vers pigson. We did the usual - 69 and sucking each other's cock and rimming each other's asses. I love to tongue his entire tanned smooth body all over. He's in bliss and moaning. I got to fuck his hole after getting it wet with my rim job. He wanted to rim my hole again. Silicone lube was on the nightstand to put on his cock and my hole. I was totally douched. He shoved in his boicock and pumped away. He shot his 3-day load within 12 pumps. And he felched some out for me to taste. I quickly cleaned off his cummy cock. I got on his chest to put my cock in his mouth. He sucked on my balls and I was ready to cum in his mouth. It's hot that both of my pigsons are within a 20-min walk of my place!

I only went once since COVID and that was last month. I had two trips planned to GC in 2020 and rescheduled and rescheduled again due to travel restrictions but last month I was able to go. First thing I noticed was that it was quiet. Now June tradionally is the low season and plenty of businesses close for vacation in June so I didn't know which venues were closed because of vacation or as a result of COVID. But there were still plenty of gay guys. I also noticed there were few or no visitors from the UK. Most were Dutch, German or Scandinavian. Not all restaurants and cafés/bars were open. Clubs were open but with restrictions (although one would ask if those were kept once inside). I didn't feel like clubbing until late at night so didn't go. When I was there it was still mandatory to wear a face mask in public, also on the street (not on café terraces and in restaurants). That restriction was lifted in my last weekend but most people (mostly the Spanish) preferred to keep it on. Smoking was restricted to certain areas outside. Most cafés/bars/restaurants had one. Until not so long ago some hotels were offering a month's stay for around €700, be it without cleaning and room service. Not sure if they still do. You may be better off renting an apartment. The hotel I was in had a rule that no visitors are allowed in your room (COVID rule). Plus most hotels have key card elevators now I think. An apartment offers you the freedom to have guys come and go without anyone noticing. There used to be gay guys offering apartments for rent on sites like PlanetRomeo and Bearwww.com. Haven't checked if that is still the case. Do keep in mind January is the high season so prices will be up. In January 2022 it it is very likely far busier and things probably more back to "normal" than they are now. I'm planning to go back in September. Another postponed trip.

thanks daddy! no, I think I take multiple dirty loads way too often to ever be totally clean. when you consider the time it takes for meds to clear up a bug or 3, by the time I am cleaned up, I likely already have something new.

Any interest in a few more chapters? ------------------- The Re-Opening Watching the news was finally not quite so depressing. The covid numbers were looking really good and things were opening up again. I'd even heard that the local bathhouse was going to re-open. Like every other place, they were taking their time and there were several new rules to get inside the house of easy bottoms. I had the vaccine, but I wasn't sure I wanted to risk losing my vaxx card for few fucks. A quick look at the FAQs and it said they'd accept a pic on your phone of it, so I had that covered. Probably the hardest part was being one of the select few allowed inside. I envisioned lines like on a Saturday night during Pride. Even worse, I found out they had a 2 hour time limit so it was definitely going to be a quick visit. I wasn't the first person in line on opening night since that wasn't my style. I waited until the third day, a Saturday, and went in the afternoon. As usual it seemed to be mostly bottoms, but that didn't bother me, I'd be sure to dip my dick into as many as I could. You could tell by the energy that everyone was eager to get back into the groove and fuck like it was 2019. It was good to see some familiar faces along with new ones. I saw a few other tops having some fun as I made my rounds, checking the place out. Not much had changed other than the place looking cleaner than it had in years and the limited crowd. As I turned the corner I saw a familiar guy coming the other way. His eyes lit up when he saw me that was followed by an elbow tap. It seemed overly safe considering what a cumdump he was. While he wasn't a gorgeous guy, he made up for it by being an outstanding bottom. My guess was he was in his mid-thirties, in decent shape with a lightly furred chest. He was a few inches shorter than me, no ink or jewelry, but had a decent sized cock that I'd never seen him use. His plain face now sported a scraggly beard and I wasn't sure if it was an improvement or not. In the past, if he was there, I'd usually fuck him at least once. He was a prep guy that had taken dozens of my neg, toxic and medicated loads over the years. Unlike a lot of guys, he never got boring after a few fucks. He leaned in and whispered "Room 207 or the dark room if you want." "Oh yeah" I replied just loud enough over the music. After I finished my tour I went in search of my first target. I found him in a room on all fours. It was hard to tell initially what variety of brown skinned slut he was, but after I rubbed my hand over his hairy ass he turned his head and asked "You want this papi?" I slid my fingers between the halves of his meaty ass, pressing my finger into the pucker of his hole. "mmhmm" I replied. There seemed to be a little lube inside and if he'd been bred before, it was planted deep inside. "You neg or poz, papi?" he asked in a pretty clinical way. It didn't seem like this was starting out very well. "Poz" I replied, leaving off any qualifier and waiting for his quick shutdown. "Condom only then and you need to pull out before you cum" he said in a rather short way. "You neg?" I asked, quickly wondering why I was wasting any more time on him. "Yeah" he replied like it should have been obvious. "On prep?" I followed up. "No" he answered. I could tell he was about to add something, but I cut him off. "You better pray everyone that comes through that door is as honest as I was. Good luck, you'll need it" I replied as I turned and walked out of the room. I heard him say something but the music drowned out his voice and I really didn't care what he said. I headed off down the hall and found another guy in his room with his head hung off the raised bed. Tossing my towel over my shoulder, I rubbed my semi-hard cock over his lips. He opened his mouth and eagerly started to suck. Looking down his body he was really skinny and hairless. His pits and crotch were shaved clean and I guessed any hair he did have on his ass was long gone too. I figured he was one of the usual college aged guys that frequent this place, but the lack of hair made him look younger. He was no stranger to sucking dick though and once he proved that his tongue and lips were talented enough, I fed him some more, plowing deeper into his mouth. A few more minutes and I found he had a gag reflex and wasn't really up for deep throating a regular sized cock, much less my long and thick one. That really didn't bother me, since sucking my cock was more of a warmup and hopefully his ass would be able to take it deeper than his throat could. "Show me that ass" I growled. That wasn't how I really wanted it to come out but it did and his response was almost comical. He looked like a fish flopping on the deck of a boat trying to pull my cock out of his mouth, flip on his stomach, turn around and get up all fours to present his ass, all in less than five seconds. "Easy there, don't worry. I'm not gonna take off without givin this hot ass a try" I said, chuckling. A few guys had stopped by and poked their heads into the room but got the hint when I looked back and shook my head. With a quick flick of my leg, I closed the door so I could fuck him alone. Maybe later I'd open it back up for voyeurs or a third. "Sorry... it's just been so long since I got fucked!" he replied. There was an honesty about how he said it that I believed him. "No dick since this clusterfuck started?" I asked as I spread his ass cheeks apart and rubbed my thumb around the tight little ring. "No... my parents... ahhhh... kept me locked up at home.... ohhh fuck... until a few weeks ago when I came back to school" he replied, obviously enjoying my finger. I felt sorry for him but I could understand. There was no sense in telling him about all of the action I'd gotten over the past year and make him feel even worse. He started moaning and while it seemed like he had lubed himself, I knew he was going to need some more. I took a couple hits from my poppers and then tossed the bottle up towards his head. "Take a couple hits, you're gonna need it" I said. He huffed like a pro, knowing that months of celibacy was not a good primer for my cock. He tossed the poppers back to me and I chuckled thinking that he might need them again. Adding some spit one finger became two stretching him open. His hole was eager and it relaxed pretty quickly so it didn't take long before I had three fingers twisting inside of him. I added more spit and was making sure I wasn't too rough so he could enjoy a few fucks today. "You want this dick?" I asked "Oh god yeah... just... start easy, please" he cried out, clearly in need. That's exactly what I did. He felt the head of my cock toying with his hole before I added another gob of spit and then pushed in. He was tight, but my fingers and his experience got me inside in under a minute. Rocking my hips drove me in deeper and when I could tell the pain was getting a little much, I pulled back and added some more spit. That took care of it and I inched the rest of the way inside his tight, hungry ass. I know some of the guys I fucked would have been surprised at the gentle touch, but that was the mood I was in - two strangers enjoying their first time back at the baths in over a year. His moan when I bottomed out was deep and soulful. I stayed there a moment and then started to plow in and out. My bare cock felt so good inside this guy's tight, warm hole. With a little bit of prep, his ass was just swallowing up my cock. I was leaking quite a bit, so his hole stayed lubed. I began to plunge faster into him for a few minutes and then slowed back down. He took this as a cue and started to rock back into each of my thrusts. We kept this up for a while, each taking turns as the more forceful one until I grabbed his hips and started to pound his hole. Yeah, he grunted a bit but it never got whiny like some guys get when you really drill their ass. He never asked me to slow down, if anything he kept encouraging me to keep it up. The only problem was that it was early and I didn't want to drop my load yet. Reluctantly, I slowed the pace down and slipped my cock out. He gasped at the emptiness, but then moaned when I shoved back in. "Please... pound me again and breed me" he begged after a few minutes of slow, full stroke thrusts. "Sorry dude... I don't wanna shoot just yet" I said. All I got was a whimper in response and when I pulled back the next time, I backed away. Grabbing the popper bottle, my towel and swinging the door open, I slipped back into the hallway and went in search of my old fuckbud. I laughed to myself at how different those two meets were - one all complicated about status and the other with not a mention of it. Maybe I'd bring it up if I went back to breed him, but he didn't seem to be too worried as long as he got some dick.

The Old Cemetery Chapter Eight The sun was blazing when I finally woke up. Looking at the clock, it read a quarter to twelve. Fuck, I slept almost to noon. I hope the parents are not too suspicious about me sleeping in. I crept out of my room after pulling on a pair of shorts and headed to the bathroom to piss. Passing their room, I noticed the door was slightly open. I glanced in but saw nothing. I went to the bathroom and pissed. “Mother?” I called out as I stepped out of the restroom, “Father?” No reply. I made my way to the kitchen. It was there that I found a note that said that they had taken a day trip to the bigger town three hours away for supplies. They left early and would be home a bit late. It was at the end of the note that I saw Father had written, clean out his shed. It was getting a bit messy and dirty. I headed back to my room for a shirt and shoes, then decided to say fuck it to the shirt and slipped on my shoes. The faster I got this done, the faster I could jack my cock to visions of last night in the mausoleum. The door to the shed was unlocked and creaked open as I pulled it. Fuck, better oil that. My father always said, “The devil was in the details.” I wondered what the fuck did that mean. I started pulling out boxes of crap from the shed, stacking them on the lawn. I had gotten pretty much everything out, when I noticed that just to the right of his workbench was a loose panel. My first thought was I better fix that. I went over and removed the panel. That’s when I found it. It was a hidden room, no bigger than a closet. There was an old desk chair in it, as well as boxes on shelves higher up. I went in and took a seat. I looked up over the opening and almost fell out of the the chair. Hanging on a hook was a death mask identical to the ones that all the men wore last night. I was positive it was just like theirs. I looked around and saw a small box, thin and tall behind the chair. Opening it, I discovered a black cape with a hood, just like the ones from last night. I was shaking now and had butterflies in my stomach. Fuck, was Father part of this group. Was he there last night? Was he the mysterious Mr. X? I looked in the small boxes on the shelves all around. The first box was filled with straight porn magazines. I opened the second one and found man on man porn. Fuck, was Father straight, gay or bisexual? I continued looking through the boxes and found more and more man on man porn. Each box had a theme it seemed. The first was muscle men, then hairy muscle, then blow jobs, and fucking. The last box made my dick hard as a rock. It was Daddies and boys. Older men with younger boys (all of age). I was shocked. What the fuck was all this? Is this where he disappeared to in the evening? I carefully put everything back where it was when I entered. I left the room and put the panel back in place. I finished my task of cleaning and reorganizing the shed. Carefully leaving the area in front of the panel clear of boxes or hard to move items. I went back in the house and grabbed a quick bite to eat, then headed to Mac’s. Peddling as fast as I can, I zipped in front of the glass windows and headed to the side of the station to the men’s room. I went in, hearing the buzzing of the light bulbs. I went into the stall, dropped my shorts and sat on the nasty toilet and waited. Glancing through the glory hole every now and then. I heard the door open and foot steps come in, straight to the urinal on the other side of the partition and the glory hole. “Something on your mind, boy” Mac asked. Staring through the hole, I watched him unzip his coveralls and pull out his cock, which was semi hard. “I found Father’s hidden room in the shed.” “Did ya now” he said, “what was in there” “Porn” “That all boy” “No,” I replied. “Spill it,” he said. “A mask and hooded cape like everyone was wearing last night” “That so” “Is he one” “One of what, boy” he said stroking his cock. “One of y’alls” “Can’t really say” he said, turning and pointing his hard cock at the hole. “Is he Mr. X” I asked quickly. “So that’s what’s really on your mind boy” he said evilly, “You wanna know if your Daddy ripped your hole wide open” “Yes” I replied, swallowing hard, watching his big thick, uncut cock slowly push through the glory hole. I licked my lips and then I slid my tongue into his foreskin, tasting the piss, sweat and pre-cum inside. I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock and started to suck. My mouth filled up with spit as I slowly moved up and down the shaft. He was moving his cock in and out of the hole, we had a good rhythm going. He would push in as I moved forward, pushing his cock into my throat. “Secrecy is key with our group boy,” he said grunting as my mouth worked his hard cock. I moaned around his thick shaft. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and back on his side of the glory hole. “Yes Sir” I replied. “We don’t need some of the busy body old hens knowing that boys like you are used by men like us, seeded and damaged for everyone” “No Sir” His cock slowly came back through the glory hole. I immediately engulfed it and slid it down my throat. “As for Mr. X’s identity” that will remain a mystery until he wants you to know who he is” He pulled his cock out and put it back in his overalls and zipped up. “Be here at eleven tonight” he ordered, “I have plans for you” He left and I sat there for about five minutes then headed home to prepare for tonight before the parents got home. As I passed in front of the glass window, I could see Mac on the phone. He grabbed his hard cock through his coveralls as I passed.

Daddy Mason was sliding his 2 thick fingers in and out of our weekend bottom sub pig's wet, chemmed up, hungry, formerly bi virgin fuckhole while he kept telling the sex crazed hot fucker to open his mouth wide. And every time the slut did Daddy Mason spit hard and dirty into the pig's mouth ordering him to swallow it. Trevor obeyed eagerly, his moans of lust and pleasure coming almost continually now. I, too, was moaning in animal heat as Leather Daddy had just slid his 4 fingers back into my accepting hole after he had taken them out just long enough to coat them with a thick dusting of tina. Instantly I felt the welcome intense burning of the booty bump and I ground back harder against Daddy's fingers, eager to get the drug deep inside me and let it do its work and get me higher and more spun than I could ever remember being. And the filthy carnal erotic scene just a few feet in front of us only served to magnify every sensual thought and need and sensation in my body and mind. “You ready for Daddy Mason's long fat black monster to tear up your white pussy boi and make it mine?!”, Daddy Mason asked Trevor in a deep seductive domineering voice. As had been the case ever since Daddy Mason had first spoken to Trevor, the cock whore answered immediately and with undisguised lust and need. “Yes SIR, Daddy Mason, I am!! I need to feel your huge awesome BBC pounding my fucking white cunt, using it for your pleasure SIR, and mark it with your Alpha manseed and make it yours! Please Daddy Mason, let me feel your black fuckmeat inside your pig boi where it belongs!” I saw Daddy Mason shift his gaze in our direction and a wickedly dark grin appeared on his lips. In the same moment I heard Leather Daddy speak in a husky voice from over my shoulder just loud enough to reach across the floor to Daddy Mason. “Fuck yeah stud! Do it! It's time!” Daddy Mason answered with a barely noticeable nod then turned his attention and words back to our party bottom pig. He twirled the glass pipe, Trevor's eyes following every movement. “Yeah boi? Are you sure that's what you want? What you need? To have your whore's ass fucked and used by Daddy Mason's black fleshmeat, to feel your beaten torn pussy flooded with your Master's thick hot seed and forever be marked as MINE? No matter what?” I suddenly realized where this was going and groaned hungrily at the thought. Daddy Mason was about to finalize what Leather Daddy had been working toward all weekend. Trevor grabbed the thick muscled thighs of the black adonis before whom he kneeled in apparent total cock worship submission. “Oh fuck YES, Daddy Mason! It's what I want and need. I want to be your fuckboi and be owned by you no matter what! Nothing could make me not want you SIR! Please, please fuck meeeeeeeee!!” Daddy Mason smiled and answered Trevor, “I'm going to boi. Daddy Mason is going to drill this fat hard black cock deep inside your cunt pig, deeper than anything has ever been! I'm not going to be gentle with you either bitch! I'm going to take that pussy hard and rough leaving no doubt in your fogged up slutty mind that you and your cunt belong to ME. Going to give you every-fucking-thing my fat dick and hairy balls have to give you!” Trevor was shaking in hunger and need totally surrendered to this black god he had met less than an hour before. “Yes, yes, yes!” he kept chanting. Please Sir, please do it!” Daddy Mason lit the fire underneath the shard-filled bowl of the glass pipe making the clouds swirl thick and almost violently. “First I want you to take a couple of deep hits off the pipe slut. Get yourself even piggier and needier. Then Daddy Mason's going to ask you one more thing and then the real fun starts!” (to be continued?)

The Old Cemetery Chapter One Growing up in this town drove me absolutely insane. It was worse than living in a small town where everyone knew your business and gossiped about it to everyone. Luckily, my deepest darkest secret was hidden from everyone. Welcome to Madison, home of the Fighting Trojans. I’m Cole, son of Thomas and Mary. I am eighteen and I just graduated high school. I went to a private religious school most of my life, due to the fact that mother and father both taught there. I was sheltered most of my teen years, no internet, church every Wednesday night and twice on Sunday. I don’t think I lived during my teens, I existed. Everything changed one hot summer day in July. I was out riding my bicycle, the only transportation I had, and needed to piss like a son of a bitch. (Yeah, I don’t adhere to the my religious up brining) I soared into Mac’s filing station, the oldest building in the town. Faded blue paint lined the building, dirty white brick, rust on pretty much everything. It was the only gas station and repair shop in town. I leaned my bike against the dirty brick wall on the side of the building. I pulled the handle on the rusty metal door and opened it. It creaked loudly as it swung open. As I stepped in the first thing that hit me was the odor. It was a musky piss smell with a little body odor mixed in. I moved into the half darkened room, one of the florescent lights was out and the other was blinking as it slowly died. I moved toward the stall, slowly opening the door, and going in. I was in almost complete darkness in the stall. I pulled my shorts down in the front and pulled out my cock and balls. As my hot piss splashed into the bowl, I looked around at all the graffiti on the walls. Fuck, some people are just nasty in this town (something I would learn quickly). Then I noticed it. A hole in the wall about the size of a soft ball. I could see light coming through it. What the fuck? I heard a loud voice outside the door. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and sat on the dirty toilet seat. My eyes were glued on the hole in the wall. I held my breathe as the metal door creaked open. “Fuck man, the place will be filled tonight” the deep voice said. I recognized it as Mac’s. I slowly bent forward to look through the hole. I could see the urinal on the other side and Mac stepping forward. “I know what you mean fucker. I haven’t shot a load out in weeks. My cock is itching to get up some holes and shoot until my balls are dry.” I watched as his free hand unzipped his dirty, blue overalls. His hand moved as in slow motion, zipping from his chest down past his crotch. I was sweating, not from the heat, but from being turned on. My cock was quickly growing between my legs. I watched as his meaty hand reach inside and hulled out his thick veiny cock and his balls. “I hope there is a hot little virgin hole there tonight. We haven’t had one since we took both of little Eric Stevens’ cherries.” he said, “I can still hear him squealing as I entered his fuck hole for the first time..” I watched as his piss flowed out of his big mushroom head. My mind raced with images of trying to figure out what was talking about. As I watched through the hole, I could see his cock getting fatter and longer. “Fuck, my cock is getting hard thinking about this. I knew when Principal Jones said he had planted the seed in Eric’s ear about the Old Cemetery, he would show and it would be fucking.” I watched as he wrapped his hairy hand around his cock and slow started to stroke it. I did the same to mine, imitating him. “My cock sure did open that fuck hole of his. Planted his first gift and introduced him to the fucking sleazy side to the hell hole town” My mind was quickly filling up with questions. Was there more to this town other than boredom and religion. “I have to stop or I am going to stroke out a load right here. Yeah, I’m in the crapper at work stroking.” I watched through the hole as he bent his knees slightly and put his hard cock and balls back in his overalls. “Fuck man, that mausoleum tonight is going to be fucking hot. I will clean out my hole. I’m due for a recharge.” He turned and walked out the metal door into the summer heat. I pulled my shorts up over my hard cock and headed out to. As I jump on my bike to head home, I heard Mac shout. “Hey Cole, wanna cold one?” “Sure Mac, that would be great,” I replied, “Thanks” I rode over to him and he handed me a cold soda. “It’s a hot one today,” he said as his free hand grouped his hard cock in his overalls. I pedaled as fast as I could to get back home, hearing him laugh as I did. Then he shouted, “Make sure that boy hole is clean and ready” Fuck, he must have known I was in the stall. My heart raced as the thoughts and fear of my parents finding out echoed in my head, but was soon replaced by curiosity

I had a very interesting experience today in regards to selfish bottoms and slings. I’ve not cum for at least 3 weeks after spending time with family. After my first shift back at work, I went to the sauna with lots of anticipation as the last few times I was there have been awesome. But this is the first night I’ve been since COVID, I’m usually an afternoon sauna user. After prepping and a shower, I headed up to my favourite area, the sling in the dark room. Unfortunately it was occupied so I went for a wander. There was lots of sexy men, big cocks, lots of walking but little else happening. So I went back to the sling after half an hour and it was still occupied by the same bottom. By this stage I’m thinking he’s a bit selfish. I saw an elderly gent go up to his hole but was obviously told to not bother as he went away, deflated. Going downstairs to the suck a thon room, I found my only action for the night, the older gent who was rejected by the selfish bottom. He had a nice cock but only semi hard. I sucked him for a bit so he got a bit harder, hard enough at least to penetrate. I kneeled on the couch and he was behind me, able to penetrate with me pulling my arse cheeks apart. He got into a rhythm and I started to enjoy the fuck. Now this lad had stamina, he fucked me for at least 15 minutes and when he shot his load, I was very satisfied. His cock plopped out of my creamy cunt and he slapped my arse as he left. Going back upstairs, the same bottom was in the sling. Lots of men in the dark room, all wanking and not much else. This was the theme for the next 2 hours, sexy hung men but nobody doing much. For the 3 hours I was there this selfish bottom was in the sling for the entire duration. I don’t believe anybody fucked him. Just what he deserved tbh. The only load he could have got was swimming around my arse, dripping down my leg. Not my most fruitful visit, I’ll be going in the afternoon next time.

Has anyone ever met tops that literally say and do nothing that lets you know they're having a good time fucking, or you know they came in you? A quiet top once fucked me, said virtually nothing at all, just moved me into different positions, dick never left my ass. I noticed he occasionally stopped thrusting and stayed inside my hole, then started fucking again. After about 30-40 minutes of this I asked if I can help him cum or did he want to. He said he came in me 3 times already. I had no idea, felt nothing and he didn't even breathe differently that I noticed. He was about 8" really thick and his shaft had a lot of coarse hair up most of the shaft, so the friction was making my hole sore. Total, he came 5 times balls deep over about 1 1/2 hours. The next day his jizz flowed outta me! How about you?

Accuracy???.. I have seen some stuff recently downgrading the accuracy of home covid tests, + some other tests. I am fortunate that I live in Australia.. here our doctors can order all sorts of tests Blood/urine etc + ct scans/mri scans and x rays and they are almost all covered by our Medicare system. People with more than a basic income (eg me) pay a tax levy of 2%.. I get to see what some procedures cost and they are way over the $2000+ that my tax levy cost . I feel sorry for people in lots of countries who are not in the same situation... it should be a basic right.

Hey! I'll be brief or try to be anyway! I am glad to hear that you are "fine"! I also appreciate the opportunity to better understand the intense emotion of the words you chose in you initial comment. I have to admit, I made an assumption about the underlying meaning and chose to treat you with respect and dignity based on that assumption. However, my assumption was wrong and your intense words reflect a deeper& disturbing ignorance about a minority group whose behavior has long been defined as a medical condition that has a number of treatments currently available with a number of additional treatments in various stages of research and development. Unfortunately, my assumption that prompted me to genuinely express compassion, was met with a number of inappropriate & abusive false assumptions and accusations/judgements. Truthfully, being acosted by you reinforced the reason I asked if you are okay! It's not okay to try to abuse me! I will not be your human punching bag! I responded to only portions of your false statements because I'm not insane & you're clearly not in a stable place to embrace the truth of my motivation; my personal experiences as a child; my professional experiences that you believe meant I magically became a clinician because, I assume, you aren't familiar with the team of professionals who work together providing treatment with respect while compassionately confronting the thoughts, feelings, behaviors, and mistaken beliefs that contributed to their current situation. There's a number of additional corrections to make, but I've already given you more of my time, energy, and kindness that would have been appreciated by the others I haven't responded yet. Normally, I'd finish expressing words meant to encourage to learn the truth about the minority group you nearly equated to being the same as gay & bi members of society!! If they are the same, then, by extension, you believe gay & bi citizens deserve to be violently assaulted, tortured, & murdered! THIS.... All THIS is soley the result of your abusive, erroneous false assumptions you used to judge me. Imagine how vastly different and positive the conversation could have been if you accepted an expression of concern and kindness at face value and responded in kind! Best Wishes!

I seem to have a theme going this month with storage closets and black tops. My first encounter, involving a different top, can be found in this thread on July 18. Today I was heading to a nearby suburb for a medical appointment. The last time I went, about six weeks ago, I got a hit on Grindr by a black top who is a maintenance man in that building. I had not been expecting to get fucked that day, and was fully cleaned out that day, but I still met him then, in a storage closet in the parking garage for which he had a key, and I gave him a bj and he played with my ass a bit. Today I had another appointment in the same building and this time I was ready. I got up earlier than usual to thoroughly clean out, and I hit him home on grinder to see if he wanted to meet up after my appointment. The timing was right for him, and we met in the same storage closet. This time he fucked and bred me. The one strange thing about the encounter was that he is into race play and wanted me to call him the N word while he was ducking me. It worked for him though and he bred me with a nice load. After round one, he stroked himself hard while I continued to call him names, and he fucked a second load into me. I ended up with a nice wet spot on my as on the way home.

i have never refused anyone.....but many times i'm blindfolded

False positives are *very* common with the fast blood tests. I think the number was 38% of all positives are false.

Mmmmm this story just keeps getting better and better! Keeps me wet 😈😈😈

caged here and straining so hard. crooked cops turn me the fuuuuuuuuck on

The Old Cemetery Chapter Seven As Roy moved away, the man with the cock ring stepped up to take his place. I reached for a brown bottle and huffed in deeply as he pressed his purple, bloated cock head against my hole. I knew this cock was going to stretch me open more. I felt the pressure that the cock head as applying to my used pucker, the tip just entering the gap of my hole. He push more, but just slightly as if he was teasing my hole with the tip. “Fucking drive that fat fucker deep in his hole” Coach Wood yelled. “Yeah fucker, prep that hole for the Angel of Death” All eyes were on the cock about to slid into my hole. The man behind the mask stared directly into my eyes and gripped my hips. “Get ready boy” the man said. I fucking knew who that man was. Holy fucking christ. The man rammed his cock head into my hole, driving his thick hard cock all the way down to the root. I could feel the cock ring press against my ass. I yelped, holding back a scream. “Take the pain” he said. He pulled completely out, then rammed his cock into my hole again. I screamed this time. “Nothing like a blood boiling scream in an old cemetery” Chief said evilly. “Keep it up boy and you will walk the dead” Samael said. My eyes were so wide I thought they would pop out, tears ran down my check as this sadistic fucker pulled out again, then rammed his cock all the way back in. “Fuck yeah man” Principal Jackson said, “I see more pink cum coming out” “Mr. X’s cock is better than a tooth brush to prep a hole for conversion” Roy said. “That’s fucking right, but he wrecks the hole” Mr. X, not his real name, was now pumping his cock in and out, pulling until his head was just inside my sore pucker. My inside was feeling more pain as he pushed in. His cock was huge. His eyes were locking to mine. His fucking was not just physical, but his stare made it spiritual. His dark eyes looked like death. His stare was cold and unfeeling. His fuck was rough and animalistic. There was not soul in his eyes, they were blank, dead. Chills ran down my spine the longer I stared into his eyes. He continued to fuck my hole, driving in me harder and harder. The coffins I was on began to slide on the cold marble floor. He stepped forward to keep in my ass. “Fuck man, I have never seen Mr. X this turned on” Mac said. I was biting my lip to keep from yelping, moaning and screaming. There was nothing about this man fucking me that felt right. It was cold. HIs cock pulled out until the head was just inside my sore pucker and then the shaft rammed all the way back in, the head pushing against my second ring. “Looks like he’s going for the inner pucker” “This boy is going to be walking funny tomorrow” Coach said. Mr. X kept fucking me harder and harder. His shaft was so hard that it felt as if a small baseball bat was moving in and out of my hole. The other men stood around and were jacking their cocks as I was being fucked. Two of the men had their cock in one hand and one of my ankles in the other, holding my legs up and wide apart. Mr. X grabbed my balls and slowly squeezed. He built more and more pressure on them as he thrusted in and out. I felt the pain building. My cock was leaking pre-cum as he squeezed. I never felt so much painful pleasure before. I started to buck my hips, lifting them and meeting his cock as he fucked me. I was so turned on. “Fucker likes it rough” Roy said. I felt my cum load building quickly. I knew he was going to make me shoot my load. As he pumped more pre-cum leaked out. I gripped the edges of the coffin and held on. I could feel my hips starting to pulsate. My cock jumped and twitched as my load shot out of my piss slit. When Mr. X saw me cumming he squeezed my balls tighter. I covered my chest and stomach in ropes of thick cum. Mr. X never stopped fucking me as I shot. His cock slid in and out of my sloppy sore hole. My cock and balls grew sensitive, but he never released my balls. I could hear him grunting as he thrusted in and out of my hole. He sped up his thrusts and soon was shooting ropes of poz cum deep into my hole. I felt the underside of his shaft twitch as the cum shot out. He continued to fuck me as he shot. He never stopped. His cock was still hard and he was fucking me more. He was damn near out of breathe and I was worried he would pass out or fuck even worse, die and fall on me trapping me under his corpse. He used his body to move his cock back and forth in and out of my hole. I could feel his weight pushing me as he thrusted in. He quickly started grunting again. “Mr. X is gonna load you again with poz cum boy” Samael said. The cock rammed deep in me and I felt his cum shot out into my hole. This load was a big as the first. His cock twitched just like before. “My turn now” Samael said. Mr. X slowly pulled his cock out. It was still bloated and hard. He walked up to the side of the coffin, so his cock was near my mouth. Samael positioned himself at my hole and pushed in. I opened my mouth, forgetting about the fucking I was getting and took Mr. X’s throbbing cock into my mouth. His hand rested on the back of my head as I sucked his cock clean. He pushed my head, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I could taste the cum and blood on his cock. I eagerly swallowed it. I gagged over and over on his massive cock. I could see the cock ring but my lips could never reach it. Samael was pumping my hole hard. He reached between my legs and grabbed my nipples. Twisting them hard as his hips pumped his cock in and out of my hole. “Fuck” he said, “this boy is loaded good. Love me some sloppy boy cunt” Mr. X was now thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt his cock push hard against my throat. I gagged. “Choke that fucker” someone yelled. Mr X pushed harder and faster. I panicked and gagged more. If he fucks my mouth like he did my ass, I was in deep trouble. Samael’s cock was pulling out of my ass and ramming back in, over and over. It wasn’t as painful as when Mr. X did it, but it was making my hole even more sore. I was concentrating more on sucking Mr. X’s rigid cock, trying not to choke on its bloated head. Mr. X clinched his fist on the back of my head, grabbing my hair and pulling. HIs cock was pumping in and out of mouth. His cock was getting thicker and harder with each pump. “Feed that boy at both ends” Mac yelled. “Fuck man, we should have shot this on video and sold it” Principal Jackson said. I moaned at that. The thought of being filmed having twisted gay sex, getting pozzed or anything fucked up turned me on. I felt my soft cock twitch and grow. Samael pumped harder and harder, gripping my hips as he did. I heard Mr. X grunting but Samael was growling. His growl came from deep inside, it was evil sounding. The Angel of Death had taken over. His eyes glazed over and his face twitched and snarled. It was like looking at someone who was demon possessed. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, his body was rigid and stiff, all his muscles contracted. The veins in this arms and chest protruded. Mr X, pushed in as deep as he could. His cock pulsed and twitched as the ropes of cum shot out of his piss slit and hit the back of my throat, choking me. I gagged and coughed. Cum shot up and out of my nose. The ropes of cum shot out. Samael was ramming my hole hard with long strokes. His cock was close, it had thickened and got harder as Mr X shot and smothered my throat with cum. He growled loudly and rammed his whole body into me. I could feel his cock shooting his deadly load deep into me, mixing with all the other men’s cum, mutating the strains. Mr. X pulled out a little and I caught my breath. I licked around his shaft as I breathed in through my nose. Samael was slowly pumping my hole. “Boy’s had a big night” Coach said. “Let’s hope the strains infected him,” Chief said, “Doc will have another fuck flu to treat” Samael’s soft cock popped out and Mr. X pulled his cock out and I was allowed off the coffins. My legs were weak since they had been in the air a long time. “Get your ass home boy” Mac said, “Your daddy will be getting up soon” Someone slapped my ass and I hurried out of the mausoleum as the men laughter echoed inside. Naked, I ran straight for my bike and jumped on. The cum was slowly leaking with every pump of the pedals. I didn’t care who saw me, hell at this hour no one would. I went straight home, climbed through my window and climbed into me. I grabbed my cock and stroked out a load, thinking that that might be my last load of negative cum.

The Old Cemetery Chapter Six Mac’s big cock was fucking me harder, thickening with each thrust. I could feel his hairy nuts bouncing off my ass as he fucked me. “What’s going on it here” a voice said from the door way. None of the men said a work, nor did Mac stop fucking me and the men were still putting their big cocks into my mouth. I focused my gaze to the entry way, best I could. In between the men I could see a dark figure coming towards us. “I asked what’s going on in here” said the figure, this time with a more stern voice. “What do you think” Principal Jackson said. “Well, if I had to guess,” the man said in the darkness and then laughed. “You fucker” Coach Wood said. The dark figure moved into the dimly lite area where I was on two coffins with Mac’s hard cock up my ass. When he got closer, I could see he was dressed in the mask and cloak just like everyone else. He was naked and his body was completely smooth. I could see that he had a tattoo where his pubic hair should have been. I had never seen anything like it before. I stared at it. There was something evil about it. Something unnerving. “Cole I would like for you to meet Samael” Coach Wood said. “I am the Angel of Death” Samael said. My eyes were glues to the tattoo above the base of his cock, with was twitching and growing. “Cole, looks like you found something you like?” he asked. “Your tattoo” I stuttered out. “Baphomet in the Pentagram” he said, “I sold my soul to Sarah Palin himself” My stomach was now in knots. Mac continued to pump my hole with his thick cock. Samael wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked and watched Mac’s cock disappear in and out of my hole. A cock pushing at my lips pulled my attention away from the crotch tattoo. “How many loads of poz cum has he taken tonight from your poison cocks” Samael asked. “Just two, Principal Jackson’s and Coach Wood,” Chief Braddock replies. “Sounds like the night is just beginning.” Mac pumped harder and faster in and out of my hole. His cock was thick and hard as fucking iron. I knew he was edging closer and closer to injecting his poison into my hole, adding to the first two. His grunting became loader and loader, echoing in the death chamber. “Gonna put my big creamy tainted seed up this boy’s hole” Mac grunted. His nails dug into my hips as he rammed in deep. “Seed that boy” Samael shouted. As Mac’s cock pumped its thick load into me, Chief Braddock was working his cock, readying it for my sloppy hole. The air was thick with sex. The heat was baking the air with smells of cum, sweat and death. I was certain I was smelling the heavy smell of death’s decay emanating from the crypts around us. As Mac’s softening cock slipped from my hole, I felt wetness run out of my ass. Chief Braddock, using his hard cock, scooped it up and pushed it back in my hole. His cock slid in with ease. “Looks like Cole here is going to be gapping and leaking all night long.” the last of the original men said. It was tugging on my mind, but I knew that voice, but could not place it. The identity of one of my makers eluded me for now and the last one was silent this whole time, I think. Chief Braddock thrusted his cock in and out of my hole at a quick pace. He wasn’t a long, deep thrusts fucks, he was a jackrabbit, short and shallow. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip. I knew his pleasure was over the top. He wasn’t going to last long. He was going to blow his poz seed in me soon. “Going to cum boy. Watching these men use your neg hole and charge you up got me turned on” His panting and grunting became quicker and louder. I felt him thrust in deep and hold, as his cock twitched inside my bowels. His cum shot out fast and hard, blasting his deadly seed into me. “Damn Chief I don’t ever think I saw you shoot as quick as you did. I know you get off on injecting poisonous seed in unsuspecting holes, but this boy knows you’re poz and he want’s it.” Samael said. “It’s the boy that has me so turned on, his craving of poz seed after being loaded with one load. Plus I have lusted for a new boy to convert.” As the Chief moved away from my ass. The man that spoke stepped up and rammed his cock into my gapping hole. I yelped a moan of pleasure as his cock head hit deep. “Going to use your hole boy, seed it with some of my mutated virus” he grunted as the pulled out and thrusted back in. The man that was silent stood next to him, watching and slowly stroking a thick hard cock that had the biggest cock head I ever seen. It was so hard it was nearly purple in color. I slowly ran my eyes down the shaft of his cock. At the base and against his crotch was a big, thick silver ring. It was engorging his cock, making it thicker and harder. As the man fucked my sloppy hole, someone got behind him and started to twist the man’s nipples with their finger tips. “Fucking use your nails” he grunted. I watched as the nipples were placed in-between the nails and soon were digging into the flesh. The man next to him with the ring around his cock, was looking right at me deep into my eyes. I was hypnotized by his dark eyes. I tried to reach out and touch his throbbing cock, but he swatted my hand away. I wanted to feel that fucking cock in my hands, up my ass or down my throat. It was so bloated with blood, it looked obscene. I reached out for my cock and my hand was slapped away. “The only way you cum boy, is if your cock cums while being fucked” Principal Jackson said. “Fuck yeah boy, your focus is your hole and pleasing the man that is up it.” Coach added. I was learning my place, as these men used me. It brought a little satisfaction to me. The cock was pumping harder and harder as the man’s grunting got louder and louder. It wasn’t going to take long for this man to cum. “Fucking add your young potent virus up the boy’s hole” “Gonna cum” he said, grunting. “Fucking cum up his hole Roy” Coach said. I now knew his identity. He was Roy Biggs, the new fireman in town. Damn, did he come here poz or did these men infect him. I moaned as he pounded me hard. My body was twitching as he fucked me. My hole was pulsating around his cock. “Fuck his hole is twitching around my shaft, “ he panted. His thrusting began to be come deeper and faster, he increased in speed with each thrust. “Fucking give me your hot young poz load Roy,’ I begged. “I fucking need that strain” I begged louder and louder. “Cum up my fuck hole” “The boy needs that load Roy” someone yelled Roy’s cock pumped in deep and started shooting. He kept pumping in and out as his cum shot out of his piss slit deep inside me. “Giving you my strain boy” I felt the underside of his cock pulse as it pump it’s poz load out of the piss slit into my waiting hole. He grunted and grunted as he tried to catch his breath.

Part 13 I pulled up to my dealers house. It was a real shit hole, which suited me just fine. I unlocked the trunk and Paul and I lifted a bound and gagged TJ out of it. I had tied his hands behind his back and had attached clamps to his nipples. I used the chain to drag TJ behind me, making sure to yank on them to elicit whimpers from the gagged boy. He stumbled along in his barefoot state wearing only his dirty, torn jeans as usual. I knocked on the door using our code and one of my dealers "associates" answered. He was a young black man with an impressive gold grill. I knew his name was Deshawn, even though we never really talked much. There wasn't really a reason to. He eyed TJ up and down and just smiled his big gold smile. "Boss is gonna like this one." Is all he said as he started walking to the basement. The basement is where my dealer, Big Sam did all his business as it was totally blacked out and sound proofed. Perfect for hiding the screams of whatever current boy he owned as they suffered hard abuse at his hands. As we entered the main room I could see a boy on a dirty mattress in the corner taking the dick of a random black man. The boy had a vacant stare as he laid there, barely moving as the black man plundered his hole. He was probably doped up on K, or H. His name was Tommy. I know this because he had been my latest conquest before TJ. You see, once I corrupt a straight boy and ruin his life, I eventually get bored of him so I pass him along to Big Sam. Big Sam will keep him until I give him his next boy, then the current boy will just "disappear". No one ever looks for the used up piece of trash again. Now I have to say, Tommy was a unique case. Where I usually go for the grungy street trash, Tommy was different. He was really more of a preppy kid. Clean cut, no tattoos or piercings. He had run away from an abusive home. (Oh the irony!) I had met him on the streets and played the "nice" guy, giving him a place to stay and eventually getting him hooked on meth like usual. And now, here he was, a pathetic meth slut. His body that used to be kind of muscular was now a veritable skeleton. He was covered in tattoos and piercings as well as deep scars caused by various whips and canes. His once beautiful head of brown hair had been permanently removed and he had also been castrated. Poor TJ had no idea this was going to be his ultimate fate as well. As we walked further into the basement, Big Sam stood up from his chair. And this man was called Big Sam for a reason! At 6'6" and over 300 lbs, he wasn't a man, he was a mountain! And he had the cock to match! It was a huge 13 1/2 inch monster and almost as thick as a coke can. And to make it even more impressive, it was heavily pierced. Not only did it sport a fat p.a., he had a full Jacob's ladder. 10 thick bars ran down the underside of his cock, and if that weren't enough, he had 10 matching balls inserted under his skin along the top side of his shaft. His cock had been turned into a true monster designed to inflict major pain on the unlucky bottom. As the unfortunate TJ was about to find out. The great thing about Big Sam is he is a man of few words. When you're the size of him, you don't have to be. All he had to say was, "Prepare the bitch!" Deshawn instantly produced two prepared rigs. Fat ones. TJ's glazed eyes sparkled as he looked at the rigs. Little did he know what was about to happen to him. Paul and I sat TJ on the dirty couch, tied off his arms and removed his gag. Big Sam liked to hear his boys screams. Deshawn found two veins and stuck the needles in. Then he pushed the plungers and TJ was sent into another world. Big Sam wasted no time and ripped TJ's jeans off of him. Then he dropped his own pants and released the Kraken. And no matter how many times I've seen it, it always fills me with awe. The sheer size and all the metal always sends a shiver down my spine. TJ's hole was about to get totally destroyed! Big Sam lubed up his cock and squirted some into TJ's hole. TJ was so far gone, I don't think he even saw the cock that was about to ruin him. Big Sam just covered TJ's so much smaller body and lifted his legs up. Then he placed the head of his cock against TJ's hairy hole, took a deep breath, and rammed it into the skanky teen, burying himself to the hilt. TJ's eyes flew wide open, as did his mouth, but for a moment, no sound escaped as he went into shock. Then it happened. He let out a blood curdling scream as Big Sam began sawing in and out of the destroyed straight boy pussy. "Oh God please!" TJ screamed, trying to fight off his rapist, even though he was sorely outweighed. "Please stop! Oh fuck. Oh my God. PLEASE! Please stop. Oh God it hurts so bad!" He pleaded, half screaming, half sobbing. But Big Sam did not slow down for a second. Deshawn covered TJ's mouth and nose with a popper soaked rag, and eventually the boy started to go a little limp. The screaming died down but the sobbing continued, as did the begging. This only spurred Big Sam on more. He wrapped his arms around the crying boy and stood up with TJ still impaled on his metal encrusted cock. This new position allowed Big Sam to use his powerful arms to lift the boy up a good 8 or 9 inches, then dropping him so TJ's full body weight caused the torture pole to slam back into him even harder. The teen just wrapped his arms around Big Sam's thick neck and held on for dear life, all the while continuing to sob uncontrollably. After Big Sam tired of this position, he threw the boy over the arm of the couch so TJ's ass was sticking up in the air. Then he grabbed the skinny hips beneath him with his huge paws and rammed himself back in. TJ screamed a little more and started begging again for him to stop. Deshawn just held a fresh popper rag over TJ's nose and mouth again and the boy calmed down a bit again. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Big Sam went ridged and let out a bellow. As he pumped his highly toxic load deep into TJ's battered guts, deeper than any load had been pumped into him before, he reached under TJ's chest and ripped the clamps off his tits causing a fresh, blood curdling scream. I knew TJ's insides were a bloody mess at this point, and this new strain would instantly be absorbed into his body. I couldn't have been more turned on! After Big Sam pulled out, I knew it was my turn. TJ just laid over the arm of the couch and didn't even move as I slid my 11 inches into him. His ass had never felt more glorious! His insides were red hot and mushy as hell, and made squishy, schloopy sounds as I dicked him as hard as I could. It didn't take long before I was adding my load into his flaming insides. After I pulled out, Deshawn moved in next. He had a very decent 9 inches, which TJ probably wouldn't even feel at this point. But it didn't matter. The meth whore was only there for one reason. To take our dirty loads. After Deshawn dumped in the straight cumdump, Paul added his dirty load to the mix. By then, Big Sam was ready for round two. And this time he would be able to fuck for about an hour. TJ's straight boy hole would never be the same again!

The Old Cemetery Chapter Three These men were twisted fucks. Maybe I was just as twisted, I am here, in a mausoleum naked and ready for anything. I heard a loud thud echo through the hall. I turned around to see four naked masked men pulling a coffin. With another echoing thud the coffin had arrived at its new resting place. Another coffin was pulled out and put on top of the first one. I was lifted up and moved over to it. I was covered in a thick layer of dust and cob webs. I was put on my back and my legs were lifted straight up, by a man on each side of me. “Open those legs wide” Principal Jackson said, “I’m not going to spare the rod. I’m going to force it up that twitching hole” My legs were pulled until the resisted. “Coach, you have to stretch this boy in between our ‘funerals’ so we can get them opened wider, bend him in half if we want” Principal Jackson said. “His ass will be trained as well as his body.” Coach replied stroking his hairy cock. “What’s a funeral” I asked. “Boy, yours is about to happen. We are going to fuck and breed that virgin pucker, dumping load after load of tainted seed.” Principal Jackson said. I must have looked alarmed and panicked. “Don’t worry boy” he said, “you want this, you will like it” “No he will want it and crave it” Mac said. “Feel that boy” Principal Jackson asked. I felt something rubbing up and down my crack as my eyes were glued to the four man cocks above my face. I nodded silently. “That’s my thick cock, the one that was hidden away in my dress pants during school hours. The crotch that you stared at every chance you got. Don’t think I didn’t see your eyes looking at my crotch. I could see your lust” he said. “Glad he took the bait you set Mac” an unknown voice said. “Did you really think I didn’t know you were in that stall at my place. Staring at my dripping hard cock through the glory hole” Mac said. “Hold him down and tight” Principal Jackson said, “I am busting this hole open” He spit on his fingers and rubbed it on my hole, then positioned his cock head at my hole. I pushed hard against my pucker. It clamped tight. “Relax boy” he said, “the more you resist the more it will hurt. Fuck it might bleed.” “That will open an easy way to infect death” Mac said. He pushed harder as I slowed my breathing and focused on relaxing. Without warning his big mushroom head popped inside my pucker. I yelped. “Scream fucker” someone said, “no one will hear you” Principal Jackson push in further, felt like he was splitting me open. He pushed in until all of his cock was deep in me. I was panting and in-between them I screamed. “Wake the dead boy, scream again” I did this time louder as Principal Jackson pulled his cock out then rammed back in. I could feel my sweat running down my body and the men’s sweat dripping on me. I closed my eyes to relax and take the pain. Principal Jackson’s cock pulled out of me. I felt his hot breathe on my hole. “It’s gapping. I’ve never seen a hole open like this on a virgin” “You been shoving things up your hole boy” someone asked me. “No” I replied. “Be honest” “I fingered it before, rubbed around it and slide my finger in a little” Principal Jackson rammed back in me. I screamed again. I tried to play with my little dick, but my hand was pulled away. “You’re a fuck toy. It will never be about your pleasure. It will only be about them men’s pleasure you are servicing” Coach said. Principal Jackson was fucking me hard and fast. His nut sac was slapping my ass. The smacking echoed in the hall of the mausoleum. “Give that boy his first load of death” someone yelled. “i’ve got sloppy seconds” Coach said. Principal Jackson pumped harder, moving me up the lid of the coffin I was on and rocking the final resting place of who ever was inside. “Gonna shoot boy” he yelled, “Ready for that first dirty cum in you” “Yes Sir” I said. He slammed into my body and I felt hotness erupt in my hole. I could feel his load shooting out coating me. His muscles contracted and he went ridged as his balls emptied into my hole. “Tighten that pucker as I pull out” he said, “got to keep that seed in you for death to take hold” I squeezed my hole tight as his softening cock slipped out. “Coach get in there” he said, “He wants the next big cock.”

Last time in public...February 14th. i went to a nearby bath house with a friend of mine. It was my 1st time going to this specific bath house, so he showed me around. After i rented a room, with a TV, my friend offered to stretch me out and of course i agreed...he has a great cock. Minutes later, he shot off a huge load really deep in my ass, wiped off and left to see who else was here. This just got me more excited and started walking through all the different rooms...the sauna, hot tub room, weight room, then ended up in one of the porn rooms. As i was sitting there watching, a guy sat down next to me and started rubbing my cock through my towel. i was already hard from watching the porn. He pulled my towel aside and went to sit down on my lap. i had to stop him, being a pure bottom, but i did suck him off and swallowed every bit of his cum, mainly because i felt guilty about not fucking him. i went back to my room, left the door open and laid down on my bed, ass-up, and turned on the TV. As i watched, i felt a hand start to rub my ass, sliding his fingers between my ass cheeks, allowing them to brush over my hole. i lifted my hips towards him, letting him know that i was interested. Without anymore hesitation, he came around and put his cock in my face. i put it in my mouth and sucked it, feeling it grow in my mouth. i licked a couple of my fingers and rubbed them over my hole, lubing it up for him. He climbed on top and pushed his cock deep into my ass in one movement...i let out a loud gasp! He rammed me for about 15 minutes until i heard that he was cumming...that just excited me more and more. He climbed off me and left, without a word being spoken. This made me go into the bathroom, where there was a chalkboard. i wrote, "Asking you to bring your cock to room 6 to fuck a loud bottom!" i went back to my room, left the door open and laid down on my bed again. It wasn't more than 5 minutes before the first guy showed up. i reached back and handed him my bottle of lube. What happened next went on for over 3 hours. i kept looking back towards the open door and saw guys lined up, some waiting, some just watching me get fucked. i took 12 loads in or on my ass during that three hours! My hole was getting so sore that i had to close the door and stop. i must of fallen to sleep. i heard a knock at the door and looked over at my watch...it was 6:12am. i opened the door and it was my friend asking how my night went. As i was telling him about my night, i watched his towel start to "grow". i turned around on my bed and got on all fours, pointing my ass towards him. As he entered me, it hurt like hell, but i owed him this fuck for what he had "given" me that night for bringing me here. i took his cum in my ass, making sure that cleaned him off with my mouth afterwards...my best night ever!! Including my friend, i was fucked 15 times that night.

Palm Springs, hands down. Several great leather bars, multiple leather shops, at least two great bathhouse-type spaces. Also several “underground” groups like the Palm Springs Bondage Club and others.

I went to the video store yesterday around 3.30 pm. This place has a regular gay and straight section, with straight viewing room and a gay section in the basement. There are lots of TV screens, two sling rooms and some booths, as well as blowjob booths. I went to the basement. At first not much happened. I went into a booth with the first guy. We got undressed and started playing. He wasn't into fucking, so I sucked him off and left. I stood in the doorway to one of the sling rooms and played with my dick. I am 6'3" with 9" uncut meat. A guy took the bait and started sucking on my dick; next thing he dropped his skin tight shorts and backed-up onto my dick. All this in view of anybody that cared to watch. He blew his load and I withdrew, not finished playing. I went out and walked around. A boy in his early twenties brushed passed me and grabbed my dick. I followed him into a booth and we both got undressed. He started playing with my ass and opened me up . He lubed up his dick and stuck it in. He really fucked me hard. It felt good having his bare cock up my ass. I felt him starting to tremble and he dropped his load. I was still not ready to come and got dressed, and left the booth. I went back to the sling room and the same guy I fucked earlier followed me in. We didn't close the door and a third guy followed us in. He locked the door behind him. We all got undressed and we started taking turns on sucking each other off. The third guy wasn't into fucking and the boy backed up onto my cock again and I fucked him some more. He sucked off the other guy whilst I fucked him. The other guy dropped his load, got dressed and left. I kept on barebacking this boy. The door was left open and another guy came in. He locked the door behind him. He was really well built and well hung. He quickly got undressed and he started playing with my ass. He pushed his dick inside me and proceeded to fuck me, all the time while I was fucking the boy. The boy I was fucking stood up and said he wanted to be fucked in the sling. He got in the sling and I stuck my dick up his ass and really pounded him. He whimpered as I fucked him. The other guy again stuck his dick into me and pushed me over, onto the boy I was fucking. I crushed his dick with my body while the other guy was ramming his cock into me. Some people were watching through peepholes and some were knocking to get in. The guy fucking me began to breath louder saying he was going to pop his nuts. He blew his load up my ass. My second for the afternoon. I got up and started to fuck the boy really hard. Soon he popped his second load for the day. I pulled out and got dressed and left. I then noticed a nice looking guy and started to cruise him. I was very horny by now, having taken two loads and fucking twice. My dick didn't go completely soft and was clearly showing through my shorts. The guy brushed against me and felt me up. He went into a booth and I followed him. I then decided I was going to blow my load up his ass. We both got undressed and I started playing with his dick and fingered his ass. He got onto his back and spread his legs. I started to rim him and make his ass nice and wet. I stretched his ass with my fingers. He really wanted my dick in his ass. I pushed my dick against his hole, but he resisted. He took a condom out of his pocket and wanted me to put it on. I took it and tore it open with my teeth. I told him to get into doggy position for me. When he had his back turned to me, I bit the condom, and tore it at the end. I slid it over my dick, with my dickhead sticking through the hole. The condom tore completely open without him noticing. I pushed my bare cock into his hole and started to fuck him. I was so hot now, him not knowing I was barebacking his sweet ass. I pulled out after a while and turned him on his back. I started fucking him again. After some time, he popped his nuts. I fucked him some more and then pulled out. I rimmed him some more, at the same time making my dick real hard. I got up and stuck my dick back into his well stretched hole. He tried to resist, but I just pushed my dick in. I was really hard now and knew I wasn't going to last long. I fucked him and soon felt I was going to shoot my load. I pumped my seed deep into his hole, him still not knowing I barebacked him, and was shooting up his ass. I pulled out and removed the torn condom. He had to wipe his ass three times to clean all the cum dripping from his hole. I could see he couldn't figure out why he was so wet. I then told him that it seems the condom tore. I just loved the shock on his face. I said to him I know once he got over the shock, he will be back for more. I dressed and left the video store. It was 6.00 pm. Not bad for an afternoon. Today I am horny again. Maybe I will go looking for some unsuspecting bottom boy again.

A very attractive guy picked me up and kept saying how much he wanted to piss in me. He was high so he said his piss would make me high as well. I was in his bathroom douching. He came in and asked me to turn around. I thought he was going to help me to douche but he shoved his semi-hard cock inside. It was very painful but he held me at a position that I could not run away. I had to relax and then he started peeing. He had so much piss and the entire night I felt strange. I guess I was high lol . It was my first and only WS experience.

Probably prefer pee. Usually , after I swallow cum , it probably means the end of play for me, as after most of the tops have come, they are not interested in playing anymore. Piss is however another matter. As for taste, it depends, some piss is so mild that it tastes almost like water while sometimes is too strong my preference. Same as cum, sometimes I couldn’t even taste it when the guy shoots straight to the back of my mouth. I used to hate salty cum taste but lately I find it such a turn on.

I think that 'no one over 45' = won't admit to daddy issues. And in my opinion, 'under 25 only' = can't handle what a real man has to offer. No fatties/femmes/flamers = doesn't own a mirror.

The "problem"'s solved if the bottom's blindfolded or hooded and masked. What he can't see, he can't refuse.