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I was no stranger to cruising the urinal for random cock by any means but in this particular moment I just really needed to piss as I entered the men's room at flinders street station a noticed a man standing at the far right end of the urinal he was probably in his mid to late forties, salt and pepper hair, fair skin wearing and dark grey jumper and blue jeans as acknowledge my approach and looked at me and gave me a half smile it was then that I noticed his ice blue eyes that honestly were enough to make me weak at the knees. As I pulled my cock at and began.to release my stream of piss he cleared his throat and said " how's it going mate?" "W..well thank you and your self?" I replied timidly as it was a little unusual for me. To strike up conversation in the situation ( or so I had thought) " yeah good mate, could use a Root if I am being honest this lockdown business makes it hard to get off aye" he said with a grin, it was then I noticed that he was stroking his cock gently and had a semi at this point just looking at his thick stiffening cock got me hard immediately " it's a good day for it " I replied just as a second man joined us at the urinal and pulled out his already hard cock and began to stroke as he agreed aloud " it's a nice day to poz up another lucky faggot isn't it John?" He said as he glanced over at the first man " always a good day to bring another boy into the fold Rick, does he want it though" I stood there shocked and Frozen in fear But also more excited than I had ever been in my entire life I had always fantasied about getting knocked up by one or more willing daddies and long had I hoped that maybe one of the random loads I'd taken up my hungry hole would be poz and infect me but now that the opportunity and present Ed it self so Earnestly I wasn't sure what to do, do I say no and walk away like a "good boy" or do I give in to these cravings and, as my mind raced John firmly grabbed my hand and started leading me to the cubicals, before I could react I felt Rick roughly grab the scruff of my neck as he whispered in my ear , just go with it mate this is happening (to be continued)

PART 3 The man then stood in front of me and started unzipping his gray dress pants. I stared at the volume there and I would be lying if I said I had never noticed it. Several times I found myself wondering during class how big it must be. When he pulled it out of his underwear and put it out, I finally got my answer. Moa's cock was big, with a pointy head. The skin around the glans didn't come off completely because it was much thicker when it got close to the cock's base. It was light brown, very smooth, but it was thicker than mine. The middle part seemed to be the thickest part and must have been twice the thickness of the head. It must have about eight inches, but I still had a dick bigger than his, despite mine being much thinner. He grabbed my head and started pulling me towards his cock. I had never done that before and I didn't have any experience, so I just opened my mouth as wide as I could. Andrew tried to get up from the couch and move away, but the teacher said: "Stay there, I want you to see everything. I like to have sex with someone watching and smelling the sex. It's that or no A.” Andrew leaned back against the sofa and stared. Moa's glans had just passed my lips and I could taste the precum it was releasing. It was sweet but at the same time salty. It wasn't bad and I wanted to feel more. "Open wide now and relax your jaw," he ordered. I did that and the teacher started to dig deeper and deeper. Andrew watched everything closely and he was a witness to the first cock that invaded my throat, causing me to choke. Then came the unexpected, Moa held my head tight and thrust his cock with great force. I felt the glans of that cock hit the top of my mouth before it went all the way to my throat. I backed away, scared, and he said he was very horny. I straightened up and slowly put that thing in my mouth and sucked it slowly. I just thought about how I was enjoying it, even with Andrew watching everything. Maybe his presence there made everything even better. I closed my eyes and, in a few seconds, I was sucking that very tasty cock, like a bitch. "You learn fast, but I want to fuck you", the man said. "Andrew said it was just a blowjob", I protested. “Alex, please, I need an A”, my friend begged. I looked at Moa and he was starting to unbuckle his belt. Then he opened his shirt and I could see all the tattoos on his body. Some had only tribal designs, while others had symbols I recognized. One in particular caught my eye, it was on his right chest and showed the symbol of something toxic. His nipple was right in the middle of the drawing and he had a silver piercing. I was already hard watching the scene. "Take off your clothes and let's go to the bedroom", he said. "And you can only wear your underwear", he told Andrew. I was completely naked and tried to hide my erection with my arms as I followed the man around the house. That didn't seem to work and Andrew said: “What a big cock you have, I wish mine was as big as yours. And if you are so hard, you're enjoying it. Thank you for your help.” "It's not a big deal", I replied shyly.

Who's on the Menu "Now that restaurants are open again, let's go out to dinner on Friday" I texted Gabriel on Thursday morning. "Not in budget unless we hit dollar menu. Sorry" he replied a little while later. "Im buying" I sent back right away. "ok. I got a coupon 4 chicken if u need" was his reply. I smiled and knew it was working out just as I had hoped. "wear ur sunday best. going to nice place" I sent him Friday morning. I picked him up on Friday evening and he looked really good. Well, the uber picked him up. He almost looked as good dressed up as he did naked. "You're lookin' good. Got a hot date?" I asked, grinning. "Yeah he is, but I don't know why I had to dress up to go to the drive-thru" Gabriel shot back. "I gotta feed you so you're strong enough for a good workout later" I replied. The driver glanced back and shook his head, probably hoping I wouldn't start fucking Gabriel in the back seat. "What??? Here?" he asked as the uber pulled up to Sal's Mediterranean Grill. It was one of my favorite places and had earned rave reviews for years. Finally it was open again and I was eager to enjoy another meal there. I knew the manager, Andrew, and I hoped that most of the old wait staff was still there. Andrew was happy to hear from me and took my reservation even though he said they were at capacity. We went in and were ushered to a table in a side room and Gabriel looked at me curiously. "They were full, but since I know the manager they squeezed us in" I explained. We sat down and one of the waiters came over to take our drink order and deliver some water. "Good to see you again. Thank you for coming back after this interesting time" he said to me and then "Welcome, it's good to see new faces too" to Gabriel. I could see the staff was running around more frantically than in the past. I definitely knew they didn't have as many customers as pre-covid but even between the limited number of tables allowed they were short staffed. Gabriel and I sipped our wine and waited for the food to arrive. When we had finished the main course, Andrew stopped by the table. "I hope everything was acceptable" he said in that distinctive Jamaican accent. "Delicious as always, Andrew. Thank you" I said. Gabriel smiled and agreed. "Is this the sexy man you were telling me about?" Andrew asked. "Yes it is" I replied. "Ah, very nice. You have excellent taste, Craig" Andrew said before changing focus and looking straight at me. "Could you give me a few minutes, please? They have something for you to try at the bar" he asked. "Of course" I said, pushing my chair back and getting up. Gabriel gave me a concerned look, but I just smiled back at him and gave him a reassuring nod. As I walked to the bar, Andrew sat down at one of the other chairs at the table and began to talk to Gabriel. I should have warned him, but I knew he would just get nervous. They had a very nice glass of wine waiting for me at the bar and it was good to see Diego bartending like the old days. I'd look back every few minutes, hoping that Gabriel hadn't run off, but the two kept talking. When both of them sat back in their chairs and I could see smiles on both of their faces, I knew it was going well. Andrew pulled his phone out and called someone, the call only lasted a minute or so but his head kept nodding through the call. My glass was suddenly refilled, and Diego gave me a wink. "It's a new wine on the menu. The boss thought you would like it" he told me. I nodded my approval and then made my regular glance back at the table. Several minutes later, when he saw me look over, Andrew motioned for me to come back to the table. I said goodbye to Diego and took my glass with me. "See you on Tuesday" Andrew said to Gabriel as I got there. He turned to me and said "Thank you, I think this will be great for all of us" before walking away. I sat down and looked over at Gabriel. His face had a stunned look on it which slowly turned to a smile. "You set me up for an interview at one of the best restaurants in the city?" he asked after a long pause. "You got dinner too. I hope you don't mind, but I thought you were ready to add this craziness to your life" I said. "Oh my god, no... I'm just... amazed. I have to make it through training next week, but this will be just like my last job in San Francisco. He even knew my old boss and called him for a reference" Gabriel said. "I guess it was a good one" I asked, grinning back to him. "Mmhmm" he replied just as the waiter came up, delivering two coffees and a large piece of chocolate cake. "I didn't order cake, Tony" I said, looking surprised since I had never had an order mistake in that restaurant. "Compliments of the house. It's good to see old friends again and to meet new co-workers too" he explained. Turning to Gabriel he said "I look forward to working with you. I understand you come highly recommended and should fit in here well." We finished up and headed back to my place. Once inside, the clothes came off and we laid down on the bed. While my dating experience was pretty limited, I knew that we were too stuffed and drunk to even think about sex. We spooned and he really felt good in my arms, but I wondered how long this was going to last. In the morning, I made up for the lack of sex the night before. From the moment he stirred around eight until we made it into the shower just past noon we were fucking. He liked to stare out of the windows as he knelt on the couch while I fucked him. "Too bad no one can see us. I bet we look hot" he said just before I shot another load into his ass. We went back into the bedroom for a break and then he crawled on top of me and rode me. It wasn't a position that I fucked in much, since I like to be in control. I found out he liked to be in control sometimes too. We'd lounge for a few hours and then one of us would attack the other and we'd fuck again. The loads Saturday evening were pretty meager, but my cock was having no problem staying hard. Sunday morning we woke and started all over again. We were pretty ripe by then but neither one of us minded. It just added another dimension to the sex until Sunday night we ended up in the shower. Waking up Monday morning with someone else in bed was a new experience for me. I had to get to work but there was a sexy body in my bed and my cock wanted to play. I took a shower and then opened the laptop to see what waited for me. My morning coffee break was a lot more fun than normal, but we were rudely interrupted mid-fuck by a phone call. I called them back a few minutes later after depositing my load into Gabriel's well used ass and apologized and explained I was in the restroom. After getting a call from his mom wondering if he was ever coming home, Gabriel left after lunch. My afternoon was a lot more productive but not nearly as enjoyable.

I think I was used by straight guys.... and I loved it. Last night, I was messaging with a top on Sniffies, it was an anon profile and kinda slow with replies so I didn't think anything would come of it. After it got a little later, the guy said he wanted to fuck now but I had to come to him. He was an on duty firefighter and he wanted to fuck me in a storage area at his firehouse. He told me to park a bit away and walk over. While I'm on my way, he asks if another guy can fuck me too, I say yes. I walk over, was about to give up because no response to text, then door cracks open. I go in and there's one guy, late 30s, fit, average looks, average cock, six inch cut, who I assume is the guy I was talking to. I go to suck his cock and he pushes me away. He tells me to pull down my pants, bend over a desk that's shoved in the corner and not to talk. He pulls out his cock and starts jerking to get hard. Not working so he pulls out his phone and I can hear straight porn at a very low volume. He gets hard and starts fucking me with spit only, still watching the porn on his phone. After about five minutes I hear the door open and close. Another guy comes in, older guy, mid 40s, and I hear him say "let me go first I have to go back in". He also says "Don't let him go, Al needs him too". The guy who was fucking me pulls out and the older guy moves into place. He starts slapping his dick on my ass to get hard and I can feel that his dick is a lot bigger. I take a hit of poppers and he didn't seem too happy about that... Told me no more and to make sure I took them with me. He pushed in and started pumping my ass with full long strokes. He did this for about two minutes and then shot his load with little more than a grunt. He pulled out, said see you inside to the other guy and left. The first guy, still watching the porn on his phone, slide back in. He seems to be trying but struggling to cum. After about ten minutes he finally shoots his load in me. He pulls out, pulls his pants up and tells me to stay where I am. Another guy is gonna fuck me but he doesn't like to do it with anyone else there. He leaves. About 10 minutes later this super hot latino guys comes into the room. I don't think he was straight, not sure if he was out. He was whispering dirty talk about the cum in my ass, and started eating my hole. I asked to suck his cock and he said yes. Really nice uncut cock, about 8 inches. I sucked him for a bit then he told me to turn over. I took another hit of poppers and this guy asked if he could have some. He started fucking me and it was pretty clear he was enjoying my ass a lot. He fucked for about 15 minutes, with intermittent breaks to lick up the cum he was fucking out of my ass. He cam hard, covering his face with his shirt to muzzle the noise. We got dressed, he told me to wait five minutes and then go out through the door I cam in. I said, I hope to come back again and he said, "I doubt it. They never use the same guy twice" This is defiantly one of the hottest fucks that I've had in a long time!

PART 2 Mr. Jenkins was our teacher. His name was actually Moacyr Jenkins, but he didn't like it, so he asked us to call him by his nickname, Moa. The guy was a real asshole in the classroom and hardly anyone liked him. He was above average rude with the students and his tests were the most demanding at school. “What way?” I asked. “I need your help, you said you would do anything for me.” "Anything", I confirmed. “Moa wanted me to suck his dick in exchange for an A. You know he's not married and there were always rumors that he was gay, but I've never confirmed it. Now I'm sure but I have a problem. You know I don't like cock.” “And you want me to...” "If you suck Moa in my place, he said he'll give me the A", Andrew said. “You're kidding, right?” “What's the problem, Alex? You said anything. If you suck his dick, I'll have sex with you every day until graduation. I thought about that a bit. Graduation was in two weeks, so I would have plenty of time to be with Andrew. The problem was, I was still a virgin and I was saving myself for him. I didn't want Moa to be my first. The man was six feet tall, in his forties and had a body covered in tattoos, while I was a small tomboy with no hair on my body. “I don't know...”, was my answer. “You'll save my life, Alex, I'll owe you forever. He is inside the school; I'll call him saying you accepted.” I waited apprehensively while he called Mr. Jenkins. A few minutes later, the man walked through the school's lobby and came towards us. There was a sly grin beneath his thick black mustache. "Alex", he greeted squeezing my hand tightly. “Do I have your word that you'll give me an A?”, Andrew asked. “The gradebook is at my house, you’ll need to come with us, you can watch everything and then I'll change your grade. “Watch?”, I asked, swallowing hard. "I need a witness that I have your consent to what we are going to do", Moa said. “Now let's go to the car, it's better that no one sees the three of us here together.” I followed Andrew and our Geography teacher to a black car that was parked on the school street. The two of them made an agreement along the way, but I didn't pay attention to anything. I could just think that I was going to suck my teacher while the guy I liked was watching. Moa's house was a couple of neighborhoods away, so it took us about fifteen minutes to get there. He parked the car in the garage and we entered the old high-walled house. The yard was large and there were a few meters of free land between the neighboring houses, guaranteeing us privacy. “Do you want some water?” he asked. "No, I want to get this over with," said Andrew. I just shook my head. The man poured himself a large glass, saying he was about to lose too much fluid, and drank it down in one gulp. I watched in awe as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I haven't had a student for a couple of years, the last one I had to take by force," he said. “It was a beautiful proposal to offer your friend to me, I would never have this idea alone. I stopped investing in students when they threatened to call the police.” I looked at Andrew, realizing that this had been his plan from the beginning. Moa had never said that he would change his grade if he sucked his cock, he had offered my services without my knowing anything. But now I was already there, so I wasn't going to go back. Andrew would have to make those two weeks worth it. "Sit on the sofa," Moa said when we got to the living room. “Side by side.” Then he took out his cell phone and started filming. “Do you give consent to everything we're going to do here today?”, he asked me. "Yes," I replied uncertainly. “And you are proof that he accepts any kind of sexual act that we are going to do?”, he asked Andrew. "Yes, sir," he replied. Then Moa put the cell phone back in his pocket and said: “I need guarantees, in case you regret it and want to screw me. Now open your mouth wide.”

Going to a poz theme night at a sauna with a fuckbud. We slammed in a room then I got in a sling and took every cock on offer in my neg boy cunt.

One of the best things about cruising for sex is you never know who's gonna turn you on and what's gonna happen. Its the unpredictability that causes the buzz. You know that tingle in your cock, that beautiful ache in your balls, the twitch in your asshole. Its the expectation of a new fuck! I went out at the weekend to a club in town which has a good darkroom and cruising area. I met some friends; we chatted but not much was going on. As the evening went on I went to the cruising area and was immediately struck by a guy, I guess around 40, in sports gear: trainers, grey jogging pants, red t-shirt with the arms crudely cut off (I guess he'd done that himself) and a baseball hat. To be honest he was not really my type - a guy not prepared to accept his age; he was trying to look younger. The reason I was struck immediately was because as he went passed I caught the smell of sweat. Either he'd been working out or perhaps he'd already been having sex. It was like an instant turn-on. I felt my cock leap in my pants. And to get me horned-up even more I noticed, as he put his beer bottle high up on a shelf, thick black hair in his armpits. I was really, really hard, really, really quickly and all for a guy I wouldn't normally go for. He went into the darkroom and I followed as quickly as possible. It was busy in there and it took a while to find him by which time he was tickling tonsils with one guy and another was starting to chow down on his cock. Fuck, I thought. I'll have to wait. I stood to one side for a while. The cocksucker was doing great work on his cock. It was a good size and had a very red and now very wet head. I noticed my guy had very a hairy ass and was wearing a red jockstrap. If only I could get in on the action. After a while the guy kissing him got distracted. I think he was getting blown too. Anyway my guy was clearly really horny so I moved in and kissed him. He was fucking hot. I could smell the sweat on him, taste it on his neck, see it glistening on his shoulders. I lifted his arm and started to work on the pit. The thick hair was matted and wet and the smell deep in his pit was fucking rank. This guy hadn't washed for a while. But it was soooo good I could feel my cock stretch and tingle with excitement. I pushed down my jeans and my cock stood up to attention; he saw and took hold in his hand, jerking it quickly. Fuck, I didn't want to shoot yet. I moved his fingers to my balls and his mouth to my left tit. He was pulling hard on my balls and biting on. My nipple. Fuck he was turned on. And all the time there was a guy at his groin sucking on his hard cock. I wanted to fuck him. I had been fingering his ass a short while and moved in to massage his puckered little hole. He shifted slightly and I knew I was okay to fuck. I moved round and rested my hard and really blood-hot cock in his hairy crack. Its that moment when you think do I tell him I want to fuck raw. I took his hand and made him feel my cock. I whispered in his ear "Lube me with your spit, man!" He did as he was told and made sure my cock was slicked up and wiggled his ass. Great. I knew I didn't need to wrap. The guy sucking him got squashed as my guy bent over but the sucking continued. I felt my cock push at his pucker. Shit! Where is it? "Put me in," I told him and he reached round and helped me in. I felt the hole press and open as I slid into his ass. Well to cut a long story short, you'll know that I bred his ass and shot my load deep inside his guts. You've read that nmany times in these pages. The key bit I musnt leave out though is that as I plowed his ass, I had my face buried deep in his pit: the smell, the deep sweaty, stale, rank odour that I snorted deep up my nostril like some line of cocaine, was intoxicating. I drank deeply on this guy's body, sweat and saliva all mixed in with the stench. I didn't get to taste his salty load. That got gobbled up by the man squahed at our feet. I licked a little of my cum out his ass but he'd blown his wad so he was off. He pulled up his jogging pants and disappeared. The cocksucker and I remained to savour the moment.

I am engaged to a hot frat guy who is 5’11 180 muscled with brown hair and eyes and a fat 7.5 that makes me roll my eyes every time he fucks me. We met on a hook up and once he fucked me, I was hooked on him and although we both had significant others, we broke up with them and have been dating for two years. I recently moved in with him and his house mates while we finish grad school. My fiancé is Bryan, and he lives with Randy, Scott and Joe. Randy is blonde, blue eyes and is 5’10 180 muscled and tan, Scott is 5’11 200 muscled brown hair and a furry chest and Joe is 6’2 195 auburn hair and lean with green eyes of the three Scott is the most attractive. They are three white guys, in shape frat guys too. It took some getting used to for the guys who often walked around half naked or naked just out of the shower to cover up now that I was living there. I inadvertently got a look at Randy and Scott naked one day and they both stood there shocked that I was home from class and they both had amazing bodies and what look like big dicks hanging between their legs. They both apologized and but I Scott would surprise me naked often and I thought he did it on purpose. He never really said anything but would wink at me an make my blush but never made a move. I found myself thinking about the guy often but one day I was home, and Joe was on the sofa with loose shorts free balling in his tank top and his legs spread and his dick hanging out the leg of his shorts in plain sight. It looked huge and he started up small talk and the longer we talked I thought his dick was growing and asked me to come sit with him, I hesitated but without a word came and sat down beside him. He told me Scott and Randy were out of town for a few days and it would just be the three of us. I wondered why he was telling me this but when he leaned in and kissed me, I realized he wanted me to know we were alone and since Bryan was at work it was just the two of us. I suddenly was hugely attracted to him, but I broke off the kiss and told him I was engaged to Bryan, and he told me he knew and that no one had to know. He put his hand on my leg and run it up to my panties and I knew I should have pushed his hand away, but he felt so good, and he leaned in and kissed me again and slide my panties aside and began to rub my clit and then he worked his finger I my extremely wet pussy. I began to moan, and he broke off the kiss and told me he wanted to this ever since I moved in. I knew I should break free and tell him I could not do this to Bryan, but he felt so good, and he began to pull off my panties and he grabbed me and lifted me and twisted me around and put me on his lap. He deep kissed me and made out for a few minutes and then he picked me up and carried me to his room and laid me on the bed and he went down on me and ate my like I have never been eaten before. I came within five minutes, and he kept eating me out and I soon came again. He pulled off me and slowly kissed up my body and sucked on my right nip before coming back to kiss me as he slides his big dick against me and rubbed his big dick back and forth on my clit and then he pressed, and his big dick stretched me as he inched his ten-inch dick in me slowly. I came again and he began to slowly fuck me with 8 inches as he bottomed out inside me and then stretched me and got another inch inside me before he came inside me. Twenty minutes later he pulled out and helped me up and into the shower cleaning us both off and then the water shut off and he dried me off and leaned in and kissed me and then said, no one will ever know. I tingled as he rubbed his hand up my back and whispered in my ear that this could be a one-time thing, but he is ready to be with me anytime I want. He winked at me and then headed back to his room, he was so tall and a great ass as he walked away and looked at his tall lean body disappeared in this room, and I want to my room after gathering my clothes and heading back to my room. Feeling completely satisfied but guilty about cheating on my fiancé, Bryan with Joe. I tried to put it out of my head, but Joe was there all day and even hung out with Bryan and watched a game when Bryan got home, and we all had dinner together. Bryan was holding my hand at the table and Joe put his leg against mine under the table. It felt like electricity though my body as Joe made me relive every moment from earlier. Bryan announced that he to work again tomorrow and Joe winked at me when Bryan was watching TV and mouth that he gets me again. I blushed and he was making me wet thinking about him, so I excused myself and went into the kitchen and started to clean up. Bryan and Joe stayed up and watched another game and I went to bed knowing Joe’s cum was still inside me and glad that Bryan did not want to have sex for fear Bryan would eat me out and know I had cum in me. Bryan came in later and I pretended that I was asleep, and he dozed off and I did also a few minutes later. When I woke up in the middle of the night I ran into Joe in the kitchen. He leaned down and kissed me and I broke it off as I did not want Bryan to know and he told me I was all he could think about, I knew he was all I could think about but did not admit it to him and I hurried back to the bedroom as he slapped my ass on the way out. Bryan woke me up and fucked me in the morning and he did not notice that I had cum in me as he blew inside me and rushed to the shower to get ready for work. I slept in and when I got up Joe was also gone. I ran some errands and when I got home Joe was sitting in the same spot with his shorts and his dick was hard hanging out the leg of his shorts. I got in between his legs and sucked his dick, and he pulled his tank off and then his shorts and he pulled me off his dick and led me to the bedroom and let me continue to suck him after he undressed me. He pulled me around and began to eat me out as I sucked him, and I came hard, and he flipped me around and began to work his big dick inside me and fucked me for the next thirty minutes till he came in me, and I came on his dick three times. I had told him I had never felt anything like it, and I loved him inside me as I screamed as I came the last time. He pulled out and showered with me again and then told me I needed to get out since Bryan would be home soon. I rushed back to the kitchen and collected myself and waited for Bryan to come home. He was late getting back, and Joe had left and went to the gym and said nothing when he left. Bryan came home and he kissed me and lead me to the bedroom and ate me out and he usually only gets me wet and slides in, but he ate me deep and told me how great I tasted today. I knew it was Joe he was tasting, and I just spread my legs wider and let him taste my crummy hole and moaned and then he pulled off and slide in and fucked me till he came and then told me to get cleaned up and he was taking me to dinner. We had a great dinner, but I kept wandering off thinking about Joe and wondering when we could get together again since Randy and Scott would be back in another day. They were not out together, and I had no idea who was getting back first but once others were in the house, I was worried Joe would not want to play. The last day we were alone before the guys came home, we only had two hours along and Joe breed me one more time and again Bryan eat me out and made me cum and he told me he never enjoyed it as much as he had the last two nights. I was really starting to enjoy sex with Bryan, but I could not stop thinking about Joe. Once the guys were home Joe left for a few nights and stayed with over at his girl’s house and I was a total bitch those two days, the guys all thought I was on the rag, but I was totally horny and unfulfilled and needed Joe in the worst way.

Went to Catalyst right after volunteering at Folsom street fair. There were easily hundreds of guys in there . As soon as I checked my clothes , an average, tall built white guy in his 30s locked his sight on me. He wore thick glasses, has bad skin and uneven teeth. His unatttactive look was a hot contrast to his 7.5 inches beautiful man meat. I kneeled down and sucked his wet dick, thats lubed up but tasted fresh. He pushed me against a bed , forced his dick into me while standing . I quickly sniffed some poppers as he pounded my fresh hole. There was a mirror adjacent to us, seeing a real man using my hole felt divine. After fifteen minutes, he let out a loud moan. I thanked him for donating my first load of the night, he kissed my mouth before leaving the club. I went upstairs, get in all four on a bed , ass up face down. An Asian top with a thick 7 inch slipped right into me (I always looked at my tops and thanked them when they are finished with me). He squeezed my ass , taking his dick all out and shoved it all in repeatedly. I can feel my cunt twitching due to his aggressive moves . “You like that?” He asked rhetorically as he pinched my nipples hard. I kept moaning as he used my pussy for about 10 minutes, then told me he needs to sample his next hole. A smaller , skinny young black guy then pulled me over to a couch . He has a smaller (around 5.5) tool, so having me kneeling on the edge of a couch is a great way for him to pound hard. “That’s a sloppy hole, fuck yeah,” he said as he kept sliding in and out of it till he gets tired. Despite having a good start , the latter crowd at catalyst seemed more into watching than fucking. I disliked catalyst for that which make me miss 442 natoma. I decided to try my luck at Eros. I didn’t waste my time and got on a sling once I get to Eros. Waited for a while till a hung , muscular white daddy came and touched my hole with his fingers. He grinned at my wet hole , shoving his dick right into it as I sniffed some poppers. He held my legs onto his nicely built shoulders as I submitted my hole and full attention to him. A crowd gathered by , where a Good Samaritan hold the sling tighter so daddy can go even harder and deeper . Daddy didn’t make much noise when he ejaculated, but I could feel the big load as he did his final thrust. Took a break and checked my phone as there wasn’t much action at the next 30 minutes - full of voyeurs again.. “Did you leave Catalyst? The vibe sucks tonight “ I got a text from a regular 8.5 inch black stallion top on Sniffies. He asked me over and I gladly complied , knowing he would definitely made my night. He put a towels underneath me, as I arched my back into doggy position by the edge of the bed. “Look at that pussy , damn.” ”It’s your pussy now, sir. Don’t stop until you want to.” I pleaded . “I won’t,” He said, shoving his stallion meat into my open wet hole. Sir pounded me in a nice, smooth pace . He was taking his time , but definitely utilizing the cum bucket with his entire dick. I could still feel some pain despite earlier action and strong poppers , purely due to his size, but the pleasure of his rhythmic thrust was euphoric. We switched to missionary , reverse cowboy , and sideway , all in the demand of Sir. Sir kissed and slapped me ,pinched my nipples as he was grinding on top of me. Sir asked me to get back into doggy again, instructed me to take long sniff of poppers, “because I am going to rape your hole.” Sir was not lying . He was brutalizing my hole , intensifying the pounding while covering my mouth with his big hands. Sir loaded up my hole after few minutes of such rough play. Sir ordered me to squeeze out the cum from my gaping hole. I could feel a never ending stream flowing down my legs onto the towels . ” You’re such a good cumdump.” Sir complimented me. ”Sir can use me anytime, and tell all his top friends about me . I will take any dicks that sir wanted me to, and have no right to refuse” I said as I’m getting dressed . “I can make that happen, boy. Now, get out before I fell asleep.” Sir ordered . i sheepishly complied , walking home side to side, after an intense two hours of sober fuck.

I believe that bottoms require more than one top to be satisfied. Imagine a guy in his 20s. Couldnt he serve 3-4 tops on a regular basis? like having 4 boyfriends:P

Moved in with my boyfriend and he fucked me before he left for work one day. I opened up an anonymous ass up profile on grindr as soon as he backed out of the driveway. within 5 minutes of him leaving I was taking my first anonymous load. This continued on for 4 hours. Ended up with 16 anonymous loads plus my boys. he came home from work and fucked a load into my hole. Commented on how the toys really stretched out my hole that day. never told him and he was none the wiser.

I like going from mouth to ass and back to mouth again. Sometimes multiple times during the same fuck.

Not all that special, but - picked up a guy while out walking the dog ... seemed decent enough, wearing tight jeans, no shirt, had "the look", so I let him come back home with me ... Hispanic, hairy Hole ... and the Holehair fanned up over the small of his back - one of my favorites ... so I pumped him full of what he needed ... sent him on his way. If I weren't on "low simmer" for Fri/Sat nights at my favorite fuckjoint, I probably wouldn't have ... but I did, so it qualifies as the last load I shot up a raw Hole. Just an appetizer for the weekend ....

It sounds like this is going to get real nasty, really fast!..☣️💉

hey guys glad you are enjoying it - next chapter below By the time I got home I was flagging, the beers were wearing off, so I did a shot of vodka and a did a small line of coke, I felt a bit more revitalised and read in the instructions on the packet of hair removal cream I had brought, as I slathered it on I quite enjoyed the tingle it gave me, I’d figured it would be better than shaving so I guess I was right. As I waited there was a ping from my laptop, it was a message from him: “Excited to see you again later son, send me links the porn you like the most, the ones you know you love yet would never admit to!” I must admit I gulped and blushed a bit, but wanting to be ‘liked’ by him and bolstered by the coke and the vodka I sent him links to the porn I watched a lot, the ones that excited the most deepest psyche of my brain and had me cumming like no others. In fact, just sending them to him made my hole twitch and my cock pulse. I washed myself off in the shower, and then gave my arse a douche, even though I generally had ‘dry poo’s’ cos of my high fibre diet I thought it was the best thing to do. Satisfied I was ‘clean’ I did another line and another shot, not massive ones but enough to keep me on the better side of mellow. I went to do my hair, then noticed how boyish I looked with no pubes, in fact I looked really younger that my eighteen years, but I liked it, and was sure he would. There was another ping from my laptop: “Jesus son, a wonderful taste in porn, in fact its perfect, wanna see one of Dad’s favorites?” My heart was beating in my chest the coke and the vodka exciting me: “Yes please daddy” The response was almost instant, I open the link and wide eyed watched the porn playing on my laptop, my hand on my cock thinking, “fuck me!!”, at the beginning there was a picture...wow

skinny young kid at a bookstore - skater type, barely legal and I figured he'd be tentative and inexperienced, or so I thought as I saw him walk in. He went for a booth in the back with a gloryhole and I thought, what the hell I haven't had young dick lately. I went into the adjoining booth and kneeled waiting. He selected some vid and dropped his pants to reveal a nice-sized 6 inches, surprisingly uncut for a young white boy. He slipped it through the hole and I started sucking. (I really like feeling them get hard.) He started to firm up and thicken and lengthen. Pretty soon, I was having to stretch my mouth around a gargantuan 9-10 incher and thick as a coke can! I was pleasantly surprised and determined to make him shoot. I worked the head and the shaft and his balls and he really liked me taking it down my throat, so I spun around and backed up on him. He hesitated realizing it wasn't y mouth and then the boy FUCKED me. He pounded my hole like a stallion - hard and deep and then backed off and slowed down. I wasn't dealing with a newbie, that was for sure. He fucked me a good 15 minutes before pulling out. I didn't think he'd cum, so I was upset and kinda confused why he stopped. He leaned down to the hole and told me to cum over. He needed to get off and he liked to cum "looking into his bitch's eyes". I was out the door and in his booth in no time! He threw me on the little bench seat, put my legs on his shoulders and fucked his load into me like a pro. I was stretched out and trying to catch my breath when he said "surprised ya, didn't I?" I nodded and he said he's been fucking men since his dick arrived. He said he only gets to fuck men cause the girls all get scared. I gave him my number and he fucked me on and off for about a year before he moved. Miss that kid!

I met up with a very hot and horny cum slut as a stop off whilst heading to London. You can see from his feedback, he seemed to enjoy it…as did I. 😈😈

The past two nights my fiancé tried to get with me, but I was not in the mood and told him I had a headache. I finally decided I had to reach out to Joe. I text him and tell him I needed to see him, and he text me back that he would be home in a few days and if I need a big dick, I should text his buddy David, he can help you out. I was pissed but after a few hours I text David and said Joe told me to text you. David shot a text back that Joe text me too. Think you should come over and he sent his address. I text back that I did not know, then he shot me a picture of his junk and I told him I was on the way. All the way over I kept telling myself to turn back. I had no Idea what this guy looked like other than his huge dick. I arrived and went up to the door and he opened it before I could knock, and David was hot. He stood 6’4 200 pounds muscled with dark black hair and a hairy chest with a six-pack abs. He could model he was so hot. He was shirtless in a pair of shorts, and he had to be free balling since I could see the outline of his big dick. He seemed nice but once I got inside, he ordered me to take off my clothes. I began to take my top off and slip my shirt down and he said all your clothes. I unfastened my bra and slipped my panties off and then he ordered me to take off his shorts and I slide them down while his dick began to grow. He pushed me down and made me suck his cock and then he told me to get to his bedroom and get on the bed with my ass facing the door. I walked into his room, and it was neat and clean with a large king size bed and white sheets, and I got on all fours with my ass facing the door. I did not have to wait long, and I felt hands on my ass and my legs being spread and a tongue deep I my ass and fingers in my pussy. David seemed so tender now and that seemed odd. I soon learned that it was not David when David slapped my ass and totally started me, and he came around and got in front of me a fed me his cock. He saw my concern and he told me his brother was in town and I had very good timing. His brother Geo soon slide his big dick into my pussy and began to fuck me as Dan encouraged him by telling him to fuck that slut, breed her cunt dude. Flood that pussy and after twenty minutes of this he finally slides all the way inside me and unleased a hid huge load and slowly slipped out of my and slapped my ass and told me he was in town for three more day and left the room. David did not take long, and he slide his huge fat dick inside me and fucked my hole while he called me a whore and slut and then he breeds me fifteen minutes later. He got up and went to the bathroom and told me to get dressed and go home. I got up and he told me be here tomorrow at 3 PM understand? I told him I did but had no intention of coming back. I knew Joe was coming back and I really wanted him. Joe text me and said that David approved of me and wanted me back tomorrow at 3PM, I text that I would rather wait for him, and he said, be there babe. I text him back okay and planned my day around the 3 PM Fuck. Here I had cum deep inside me and it is exactly what I wanted but I wished it was Joe’s. My guy was so sweet, and we had a great night, and he again ate me out like he had never done before and then breed me just like two other guys had done earlier. Would I need to only have sex with someone else fucked me is all I could think about when I dozed off. I awoke with a pit I my stomach, how could I take cum from other guys like this and not get caught. I tried to put it out of my head and went about my day to clear my errands before the afternoon so I could be on time to see David. I made my way to David’s place and when I arrived there was an envelope on the door addressed to slut. I took it and inside was a note that read, go to the back door and let yourself in, get undressed and get up on the bed and have your ass facing the door just like last time. Slip the blindfold on and get ready to be a slutty cum dump. I wanted to run but I went to the back and followed every instruction and as waiting I hard the door open and close and then hands on my ass then a mouth on my ass and fingers in my pussy like last time. This guy seemed like he had a beard, I wondered if his brother grew a beard since last time and when I felt the guy’s fat dick, I knew it was a new guy I had never felt before. He was only about 7.5 but thick as fuck and he fucked me for ten minutes and shot inside me. I heard the door and then another guy shoved his dick inside my wet pussy and fucked me for five minutes and shot inside me. His dick was about the same thickness as my fiancé’s, and it sort of made me feel guilty. Two more guys with average dick fucked me and then his bother and David came in and took turns fucking me and they each bread me and David told me what a good whore I was and that he would be in touch and that he would text me for my next visit. I went home but with all the cum I was leaking all the way home and I showered and cum was leaking out and down the drain. I washed my panties and hung them up and waiting my guy to come home and knew I needed him to taste me and all that cum still up inside me.

Ok this whole "bottoms shouldn't jerk off" shit is complete bullshit. It's nothing more than bottom shaming and degrading the bottom. By saying he can not touch his dick, you are saying his enjoyment is less important than yours. Tops like to be in control and us bottoms feed into that and allow them to feel like they are in control, but when in fact, we are the ones giving you our asses. We are just as much in control if not more. If I wanted to, I could clench while getting pounded and SNAP! That top would be in a world of hurt. Gay men need to realize that the whole dominant/submissive thing is simply role play. It is not real-life governing rules that every gay man has to follow. Nobody is dominant. We are humans not fucking dogs. We have never been dogs. Sex is equal partnership, therefore, it should be equal enjoyment. If you are turned off by a bottom jerking off, and if you think its disrespectful, you need to see a fucking psychiatrist because your brain is fucked up or you are just a fucking moron. That bottom is jerking off because his dick is connected to his prostate. That is the pleasure center. There isn't two different ways to orgasm. Jesus. If you cum hands free it's because your damn dick and prostate are side by side. You slam your dick into one, the other will be stimulated. Either way, your dick is what cums isn't it? Getting fucked without touching my dick is like 1/8 of the pleasure when I do touch my dick. When I jerk off while getting fucked, I'm horny, uninhibited, I love it rough, I talk dirty, you can slap my ass, and I'm loving every moment of it. And the best part, like any skilled bottom, I know how to edge myself and only cum once the top does. If I do cum first, it's usually hands free from getting pounded hard and it doesn't matter anyways. Don't let me touch my dick, I'll do nothing but count the minutes impatiently waiting for the top to shoot his damn load already so I can be done. I honestly feel like tops who don't allow bottoms to jerk off during sex are turned on by the pain and discomfort of the bottom. Or they somehow think they aren't 100% gay if they ignore or don't acknowledge the bottoms dick. That, or it's some sick control/power thing. I don't don't know and I don't want to know. Bottoms, if a top slaps your hand away from your dick, slap that bitch back. Stop letting tops degrade you because you are a bottom. They are trying to feminize bottoms because of their own insecurities about being gay. Fuck that. We are the ones who have balls to take a dick and enjoy it. There are plenty of tops out there who get off watching the Bottom get off. Those are real mean and true tops. Go ahead. Slap my fucking hand away and see what happens. I dare you bitch....

PART 3 (this part might be the last one, but if you guys want more, I can try to write) I woke up to Uncle Drew slapping me across the face. I felt a huge pain in my ass and realized that he took advantage of my fainting to put his entire cock inside me, balls deep. “Wake up, boy,” he said. “It's really hurting, take it out”, I asked. “You teased me, now you'll have to take it”, the man replied. "And you better not pass out again because I want to hear your screams while I fuck you." “I don't want this anymore,” I tried to argue. "I said there was no turning back." Tears were falling from my eyes; I was in a lot of pain and I was feeling humiliated. My own uncle was raping me, that couldn't be true. I was the one who asked him to have sex with me, but that had gone too far. I couldn't take it. “So fucking tight,” he said. Then Uncle Drew started moving inside me. He pulled out almost his entire cock and I felt relief, but then he entered me again with one quick movement. I screamed out of pain and he laughed. “I thought I would treat you differently because you are part of the family,” he said. "But I'm going to give you the same gift I give to every little fag I fuck." “Uncle, please”. "Jeremiah, my DNA will be a part of you forever when I dump my charged load inside of you." I had no idea what he was talking about, I just felt the pain. He hit hard and deep. When I started to get used to it, I realized that his strokes hit my prostate and that made my own dick get hard. “You're starting to enjoy being fucked by your uncle,” he said. “It still hurts,” I complained. "You'll like it when the sweet venom of the scorpion is inside you." Uncle Drew started a hip movement very slowly, not taking his hairy chest off of my back and his mouth off of my ear. Between kisses and bites, he kept calling me a faggot with tight ass, my uncle's bitch with a hot ass, a cock swallower and a bitch in heat. “Do you want this toxic cum up your ass?” he asked then. "Yes, uncle, I do". The movement started to intensify and my body started to react as the pain lessened and the pleasure increased. So that was when he finally lifted his chest and braced the mattress with his arms to fuck me hard. I just reared my ass, forcing it against his body, and so the movements repeated faster and faster. Uncle Drew was pitching his body forward and I threw my ass back, making a loud noise. The pace was increasingly frantic and strong. “I'm going to fill your hole with cum, I'm going to breed you”, he said. Uncle Drew made a roar sound and collapsed onto my back. His cock throbbed; his body shook. I felt a hot liquid inside me and I knew he had cum. My ass was being flooded with jets and jets of spur. “Take my seed, you fucking fag,” he said. Now it was my uncle's body that didn't respond, he was completely limp on top of me, moaning, howling with pleasure. I swayed and pushed my body against his, wanting him to enter me even more, making sure my ass wouldn't lose even a drop of his precious seed. After all, that had been pretty good, even with the violence. “I said you would regret it,” he said then. “I don’t. Even though it hurt a lot, I liked that you were the one who took my virginity.” “You'll regret it now that I'm going to tell you the truth,” he said. “I am HIV positive and I am not taking my medications. The load I put deep in your hole is full of viruses. And right now, my viruses are invading your bloodstream and taking over your body. I scratched you a lot before, so they would find the easy way in.” “Why did you do that?”, I asked with wide eyes, I was scared. “You asked for it, now it's too late. I'm going to fuck you and dump my toxic cum in you every day until your parents get back from their trip. By the end of this week, you'll have become the cumdump you were meant to be. It's no use crying, Jeremiah, it's too late for that.” Then Uncle Drew slapped my ass hard, laughed, and walked out of my room. What had I gotten myself into?

A fifty man gamngbang I was the only bottom and everything was a free for all on me, had guys spitting, pissing and just using me like the whore I am, was breed heavily drank lots of piss even had a few of them piss down my fuck hole.

Equally frustrating, I had a top that was chatting with me on Twitter dm saying he wanted to breed me. Traveled 20 min to the hotel he was staying at, while staying in constant contact with him over DM, he gives me the room number and when I get there an older Asian woman opens the door. And when I message the guy on DM he’s ghosted me. I had cleaned out for a promised deep breeding and traveled 20 min all for nothing.

At SBN in London once, had probably taken 8-10 loads already and is was towards the end of the session when you had guys leaving. I was so honey I remember squatting to feel my cum filled hole in one of the main areas and letting it dribble out onto my hands and then licking it off. A guy passing saw me, got me up and onto the barrels, called me a slut and power fucked me for about 5 minutes, sloppy sloppy ass and a lot of noise, he groaned loudly before depositing his creamy load, slapped me on the ass and headed off, which drew another few guys, who could see the cum dribbling out as I lent forward and opened my cummy ass again !

It was my parents' wedding anniversary and they decided to travel for a second honeymoon. They didn't want to leave me home alone, so they asked Uncle Drew to stay with me. He was my father's younger brother, but he was at least forty. Uncle Drew was bald, furry and tattooed. His body was robust and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I knew he was gay, but I never had the courage to tell him that I was gay too, because he never really liked me. The day my parents left, he arrived at my house and he was in a foul mood. I knew he didn't want to be there, so I stayed out of his way. When night came, he prepared dinner and asked me to eat with him. “What were you doing in that room all day?” he asked. “I was playing video games, uncle,” I said. "Enough games for today, I cooked, so you'll clean up when we're done eating." “Ok". Uncle Drew got a beer from the fridge and started drinking. I took the empty dishes to the sink and started washing everything while he drank. I was wearing baggy shorts and I noticed that he glanced at my ass every now and then. “Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked. “No, uncle, I'm gay just like you”, I finally confessed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No sir" He continued drinking and I finished washing the dishes. When I was about to go back to my room, he motioned for me to sit in front of him. The man was a little drunk and I realized that this wasn't his first beer. “Do your parents know you're gay?” he asked. “No, sir,” I said. "And have you had sex with a lot of boys?" "No, uncle, I'm still a virgin" Uncle Drew looked at me like he didn't believe me. But I was really telling the truth, I was still at school and I hadn't had sex with any boys. Once the PE teacher jacked with his finger in my ass, but he hadn't penetrated me. I didn't tell this to my uncle. “When I was your age, I had sex with a lot of guys,” he said. "I'm very shy" “Have you ever been attracted to anyone?” he asked. “I had a massive crush on you when I was younger”, I confessed and felt my cheeks turning red. The man looked at me as if considering what I had said, but then he shook his head and took another sip of his beer. I was disappointed, because I still wanted to lose my virginity with my own uncle. “We're never going to have sex,” he said. "Why not? I'm gay, so are you. I can see you have a hard-on." "Jeremiah, you are my nephew" “So what?” I asked. "My dad doesn't need to know." I put a hand on my uncle's knee and he pushed it away. I could see in the man's eyes that he wanted to fuck me, but he was confused. “You don't know what you're asking for”, he said. “Uncle, please, I want this”, I almost begged. I put my hand back on his knee and he took my hand in his. Instead of pulling away again, Uncle Drew brought my hand to his cock, which was hard under his jeans. Then he said: "You will bitterly regret this, boy".

I've discovered a new way (for me at least) to get my rocks off. I'm on a brief holiday in Rome and I got real horny - italian men are rerally hot! I got really horny and not far from the Colloseum I met a real cute guy. Young, probably 18, 19, small, dark, shaved black hair, nice tats on his arms. Clearly a hustler but real hot and smelling of sex. I had left everything of value in the hotel but had money enough in various pockets. He winked and started to chat. "You looking for nice boy?" he asked. I was already sporting a boner so I agreed to go with him into a nearby park. "200 euro" he said when we were in some bushes. "Fuck off! A hundred and no condom. Its all I've got " which was a lie but I thought the guy was trouble. That's what gave me the boner. "If you wanna fuck me no condom. Its 200" he repeated. "No. 100 and you fuck me no condom!" This surpried him but he agreed. His cock was dark in colour and long. He was hard veruy quickly. He spat and I bent over. The pain was suddern as he jabbed at my hole but he soon slid in and he began to fuck me. For a john he seemed really into it. He grunted a lot and felt my tits and ass a lot. I told him that I had more money if he made it good. He fucked me real hard, pressing his groin right up close under my ass. He came fast. A long grunt and his Roman wad squirted up into my guts, he pulled out and quickly asked for his money. "Search me!" I said. And he went through my pockets and took all the money I had. As he searched around me, I came without touching myself, quite a lot if it ending up on his jacket. He swore and wiped my cum on my shirt. Bastard I thought, but I realised I like the danger of getting fucked by a street hustler in a park at night in Rome!

TRUE STORY! 4 years after 9/11 i went with a friend on a vacation to New York City. I was 22 & he was 21 (Let's call him DB.) and we knew each other from clubbing in Amsterdam. Because we lived close together an about 100km from Amsterdam we started to go out clubbing together. He comes from rich family so we always drove there in his BMW. After closing time we went to the Thermos Sauna to see if we could find (seperate) a hot fuck. He looked very hot naked. He was blond and had a slim slightly athletic hairless body; a real twink. I was build a bit bigger, but an athletic/muscular body due to my Judo training 4 times per week. There was a sexual tention between us but we never acted upon it. We arrived at JFK airport on 4 July. The cab ride was hell but we could look forward to the fireworks show that evening. Those 2 weeks we did almost everything together but also had some evenings/night where we did our own things. That evening he planned a sex date in our hotel room so i went out. Because i also wanted sex i went to a Cruising Bar/Club (I thought it was called Tandem). At the entrance i payed for a locker and went inside. I put all my stuff in the locker and put the towel around my waist. While walking around i saw enough hot young guys but the most guys were older than 35. After a hour or so i had eye contact with one of the hottest black guys i ever seen. He had a ripped body, his body covered with tattoos, a big smile with blinding white teeth, and something big under his towel. I walk passed him and maintained our eye contact. A little bit further i stopped to lean against the wall. I looked at him to see what he will do. After a few minutes he started moving and walked straight passed me. But then he stopped, turned around and openend his towel wide and said: "If you think you can handle all of this then follow me". He turned around and walked on with me following close. We came at 'his' room, he unlocked the door and we walked in. He dropped his towel and i did the same. "Where are you from?" he asked. I answered "The Netherlands. I'm Dutch". He answered with "Never fuck a Dutch boy" and started to laugh. He asked me if i wanted a drink. I nodded. He said "It's laced with some G". My reaction was "Perfect! That always makes me horny and relax". He started stroking his semi soft black cock while i was drinking. "YEAH! Drink it all. I want you high and loose" he said. I could see that he was getting turned on because his cock started to grow longer and thicker. "Suck me" je ordered. So i went down on my knees and took his huge cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and started pushing his not full erect cock inside. I'm very good in deep throating but this cock made me gag. My gag reflex tried to push me off his cock but he held my head in place and after ever gag reflex my throat relaxed for a second or two. As soon as it relaxed he pushed in deeper. Big amounts of saliva started drooling from the sides of my mouth. After 2/3 of his cock in my throat the reflex stopped which made it easier to breath thru my nose. He kept his dick inside and moved his hands to my nipples. He began to twist and pinch them which made me horny as hell. "Now do mine!" he ordered. I put my hands up and try to feel my way to them. When i found them i mirrored what he was doing. He started to grunt and i felt his cock swell up in my throat. A warm feeling went down my throat. After a minute he pulled out. "Did you come?" i asked. "Sort of" he replied. "I have loads of micro orgasms that make me ooze cum. I can cum a large amount before finally blasting the mother load!" and begins to laugh. I stand up and we started kissing. He stops kissing me and asks "Not many can handle my thick 11" cock. Why do you think that you can take mine?". "I'm playing with toys since i was 16 and i took my first fist at 18 and both hands at 21" i answered. His eyes lightened up and he said that he wanted to fist me with the cum in my ass afterwards. "No condom?" i asked surprise. "Look at it... no condom fits" he said. He saw me hesitating so he asked me if i really wanted to pass up the opportunity being fucked by an enormous black cock, but he could understand and respect my choice if i did. But he had me; i couldn't pass this up. I asked if he maybe had some K (ketamine) too relax my ass better. He answered "No" but added that he had something beter called T. In 2004 no one had even heard of Meth in The Netherlands, so i assumed that T was similar to K. I climbed in the sling and he strapped my legs up. He lubed up my ass before shoving a shard up my ass and pushing it in he then pulled out and shoved another shard in my ass. He then started to work his fingers in my ass. One quickly became two and after several minutes he had three inside me. "Your hole is already very loose" he said while massaging the melted shards inside my ass. "It burns" i said. "That will subside quickly" he replied. And within 5 minutes it went over in to a warm glow that started spreading thru my body. I was horny as hell and i pleaded with him to work my ass harder and deeper. He pulled out his fingers. My ass felt so empty that i begged him to put them back. But he had something better. He began to push his huge cock inside me. Slowly he sank deeper until he couldn't go deeper. He was stuck on 2" but determined to go balls deep. So he gave me poppers and inhaled several times very deep. My ass began to relax. He then grabbed my nipples and began twisting and pinching them again. I reached out and did the same with his nipples, before he could say anything. He began to grunt and i started moaning. I started to feel his warm cum oozing inside me. Slowly my second sphincter gave way. I yelped when the head of his cock slid past it. He then rammed his cock as deep as he could. He then nearly pulled out completely and slid his cock back in me. And rammed the last few inches thru my second sphincter. I gave a yell because of the pain. "Take some more poppers" he said. While i took deep hits he pulled out his cock and as soon as i was flying high he rammed his whole cock balls deep inside me. With every stroke he started to speed up. He piston fucked me for at least 25 minutes. He was drenched in sweat. My hole was foaming from all the cum he was oozing. His grunts became louder before slamming his cock deep inside me. I felt how his cock pulsated in my ass. Every pulse was stream of cum. It felt as an endless stream that was filling me up. He pulled out and i felt the cum gushing out of my ass. He quickly pressed his fist against my hole to stop it. I knew right away what he wanted. I took the poppers and begin to take deep hits while he started to work his fist in my ass by rotating. After about 8 hits i was flying high. I wanted his fist so bad that i pushed out as hard as i can while he pushed back. Then i relaxed again and i felt how my ass sucked his fist inside. He fisted me for at least 30 minutes before he starting to punch fuck me with his fist non-stop for 10 minutes. As he pulled out my ass remained open. Then we kissed. [ I never asked him for his status otherwise i would have know that he was poz and that he loaded me up with enough toxic cum to poz me three times over! ] MORE TO COME...

This thread has generated a lot of opinion; so I guess I will add my 2 cents. The challenge in responding to this is that it paints "all bottoms" with the same broad brush stroke(s). Not all bottoms are the same, nor do they have the same desires. When you take this question in the context of a more recent post by the OP who also admitted to wanting more of a connection with a sexual partner - then the answer is any position where the bottom can reach his cock and stroke it. For example, if I knew that I were going to have a nice long sex session with @Sharp-edge where we have a date, and drinks, and then get naked and fuck - then I would absolutely want to play with myself and have an orgasm at the end of our session. I am happy with a nice robust one on one meeting and do not mind completing it and myself with an orgasm. Having said that, my cheer slut friend, would rather just put her horny holes on a fuck bench or against a tree or hang out ass-up in a frat house man-cave to get as many hard cocks and cum up in her slutty holes as possible. In other words, I am perfectly interested and desire both type of scenarios and/or encounters. I think I would be limiting myself by only choosing to engage in meaningful one on one sex versus being used like a pin cushion. All this to say, let the bottom do whatever the bottom wants to do. Communicate what type of bottom you're seeking out in that moment and hopefully you can negotiate a like-minded encounter leaving both satisfied. The reason I would not want to masturbate or jerk off, or even cum is because as other threads have pointed out -- as soon as the bottom cums, it severely reduces ones appetite to manage and take more cock. Which contradicts my desire (at times) to service and take as many hard cocks as possible. So, it just all depends. Good luck!

Just got back from my first CumUnion in LA. Hosted at a BDSM venue near the airport. very chill, no attitude. Started out topping a few guys, saving my load for the right slut tho then I got spit roasted I. Front of everyone on a fuck bench by two tall hung daddies. Balls slapping my ass and my chin they took turns and both loaded me up. I finally unleashed a 2 day load into a cute little otter who yelped when I started humming all in all took 3 and gave 3 loads

CHAPTER 12 "Mind if I sit next to you?" Ricky asked, snapping me out of my beautiful daydream. "The table's a bit big for us to sit at either end if we'll be feeding from the same plate" "Oh no...sure...that'll be fine" I said, as he pulled up a chair next to me, setting a pair of plates & cutlery down. I couldn't help but sneak taking looks at his body as he was organising everything. I was shocked at how much I was doing this, particularly as I was "straight"...well straightish. I'd certainly never done anything while I was sober, at least of my own free will anyway. All the stuff at the resort was when I was pretty hammered, and the same so far with Vegas, well I was volunteered for Ricky. "I wanted to invite you round to make amends for last night, it seemed like what I'd said upset you for some reason? I certainly hadn't meant to..." "Oh no Ricky, it was nothing to do with you. It was just a shock that I'd been signed up to do the scene when Mike was the one that signed me up for it. I wouldn't have agreed to it at all, he just told me that I had...." "I'm so sorry...I had no idea....if I'd known I wouldn't have done the scene." he put his arm round me as he said that. "It's OK...you weren't to know I hadn't agreed to it...but surely you knew that I was married?" He let out a large laugh, "Shit man...the number of married guys I've screwed whether on screen or in my private life. Actually I shouldn't say that...it makes me sound terrible!" I mean, he's a porn actor, of course he's fucked heaps of guys! "But if it's scenes, half the time they're prop wedding rings anyway. Well, for a guy that hadn't signed up for it, you did a really good job." He gave my thigh a pat and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, it was only then I realised my towel had fallen open and looking down, his encouraging words had encouraged another part of me. "Thanks, you really put me at ease. I'd never been in a scene before...in fact I've not really been with guys much full stop. Mike and me drunkenly fooled around a bit a few years back and had been kinda blackmailed into something else around that time.." "God, you were actually married AND pretty much straight?" I nodded. "I think that's pretty much a first for me too onscreen. Well, you're what we'd call in the industry a one scene wonder, coz there'd be no shortage of companies keen to bring you in." I blushed, "Well, I was pretty drunk & pissed last night and something happened after I left..." "And you think I"M bad? You slut!!!" "Well... I ended up being a part of a scene for VIP Crew last night. I was just going to be dancing in the background but I was pretty drunk and some poppers got passed around and I ended up getting tagteamed by a couple of guys..." I could tell Ricky seemed disappointed. "Yeah...they do that a lot....it's an easy way to get guys to do things they don't wanna do for cheap. I don't like their morals at all. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm fucking guys on camera but I wanna make sure everyone's OK with it & not doing things they didn't sign up for." It was so sweet of him, without even thinking I put his head on my shoulder as he pulled me in and he gently kissed the top of my head. "Thanks, I really did have an amazing time with you." We spent the next little while, just sitting & sharing breakfast and talking about our lives. He'd moved out of the main part of Vegas a while back so he could have a bit more land, a bigger place & privacy and get away from it all to live a more relaxed lifestyle. With so much privacy and the heat, he felt he barely needed clothes at all unless he had to go into town or if he needed to for company. I talked about my wife & kid and how it still felt like there was something missing and that what Ricky had seemed to be the ideal life. He was enjoying the solitary life but not as much as he thought he would. Before I knew it, a couple of hours had gone by with us talking about anything & everything. I'd never done that with anyone for so long, not even Clare. After my towel falling open earlier, I didn't even care about wandering around Ricky's house naked like he was even though my body wasn't a patch on his. "I probably should have a shower...I hadn't even realised! I probably stink!" "Nah...you're totally fine" Ricky laughed. "It's just down the hall like I said before. I'll clean up here & bring some towels down for you in a sec." "Oh, want me to help?" "Nah it's cool, and anyway. That means I can watch that fine ass of yours walk down the hall." As I turned around to say that he must be kidding, I could see that his eyes were directly on my ass. I could tell that he was embarrassed to be caught out and I smiled at him. I couldn't help but have butterflies, did he have feelings for me too? The water felt so good on me as the shower started, and I was so relaxed. It was the best I'd felt in so long and at least some of it had to be attributed to Ricky. The shower was so luxurious and was on the opposite side of the door and so I got a little fright when I heard Ricky say that he was putting towels next to the sink. I turned round and could see that he was trying to hide a rapidly growing erection. It was then I decided to make a life-altering decision. I moved to the side a little bit, "You know can join me in here if you want?" "You'll never know how much I was hoping you'd say that" Ricky said as he walked into the shower. He pulled me in close to him, his hands on my ass and I put my arms round him as we made out like lifelong lovers under the water. END OF CHAPTER 12

I got fucked by a big African American man on the floor of the theatre at my local ABS. I started by sucking his cock through a glory hole, and then he came into my booth and after a bit he put on a condom and started fucking me. Feeling a little claustrophobic, he maneuvered me into the theatre portion of the ABS and laid out his T-shirt on the floor for me to lie on as he fucked me hard until he came. He zipped up and left, and shortly afterward I found his condom and sucked the load out. Yum.

Cumdump now in park slope. no load refused

Last night I went out to a gay club, and picked up a yummy 24 year old top, who I bought home,he spent the night at mine, fucked me multiple times. I woke up this morning with him stick his cock up my ass again, and once again he bred me. I made us breakfast then we went for a shower and once again he fucked me, pinning me against the shower glass and just fucking me like there was no tomorrow. After that I went down on him to clean his cock and he started to piss onme so I opened my mouth to take his golden amber. I loved that he was calling me his cum slut. I rarely get to have younger guys and I rarely bring people home with me. But wow he was good, average size cock but he knew what I needed.

Twenty minutes? You were luckier than me. I once drove nearly an hour and a half to meet a guy who led me to him right up to the last major intersection - and then vanished. Just...inexcusable. I can’t even put myself in the headspace of someone who does something like that. How are they able to look at themselves in the mirror?

I definitely agree. I may be a 200% bottom cum dump, but that doesn't mean I'm submissive. As far as jerking off goes, that's my decision and no one else's; that said, I don't touch my cock when getting fucked because I'm all about getting fucked, but I don't let the top play with it either—I don't like it and it delays what I'm after: the load of cum (I don't care about getting fucked so much and if there were another way to have loads in my hole I'd be all for it).

I shoot it in my hand and eat it! Yumm!

Short guys show up in these stories 😛 Surprise! Imagine dark bearded Italian doctor standing 5'6" He invited me over despite his host being down the hall -- he was visiting from Italy. His cock made tears stream down my eyes and snot leak out of my nose. My face must have looked awful! Never had such a fat & long cock so deep down my throat. It looked like a 3rd leg on such a short guy. Never tasted his cum. That's how far down my throat his cock was. Direct injection to my stomach. Felt heavy pulses though. Craziest part: I saw this Italian monster WITH my own doctor out in town! Faked an innocent hello. Evidently they knew each other. Small world!

The biology of sex is significantly studied, to the point that we understand the degree to which the body reacts to chemistry that it produces internally during sex, and to which it is exposed from the other participant. Arousal is indeed largely a matter of the mind, but the mind also receives a barrage of cues from the senses and other biochemical processes that start firing when the potential for breeding arises. Some of these internal chemical changes are processes we have evolved to forge bonds between individuals involved in mating to ensure a connection for the raising of offspring. In the strictest sense, you could say there is an 'essence' to semen, in the form of a number of compounds that are transferred from the Top to the recipient that, when absorbed, act in the manner of a drug to induce feelings of pleasure and well-being, and to promote bonding. When a Man floods my cunt with his cum, I can feel the change in me; it is more than something in my thought - it is something that he has induced in me. There is a different sort of 'essence' to semen, though, I think, in a philosophical sense as well, that comes into play in the context of male-on-male sex. I can't speak for everyone of course, but for myself I can say that there is something profound about the idea of another masculine being entering my body and depositing his masculine essence inside me. I am male, and have masculine essence of my own, yet he will physically penetrate to my interior and inject his masculinity there - imposing his own masculine essence over mine, supplanting it. What's more, when he does it I actually feel the power of him wash over and suffuse into my body because his chemistry causes my body to react. He breeds me because he is driven strongly by his masculine instinct to breed, to inseminate. I don't have that same strong instinct. Instead, I somehow instinctively understand that I am meant to be the cunt that receives his breeding. When I contemplate this, I can't help feeling that there is something very essential, very basic about it, a fundamental truth that it tells about men like him and men like me. It feels as though there is an order to things, in which he is meant to breed me and I am meant to be bred. An order in which his masculinity dominates mine by virtue of his potent semen.

Your first name: Cumhole Your cell number: 347-903-7775 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code):11215 Times you're generally not available: Available day and night Age: 45 Height: 5'10" Weight: 175lbs Ethnicity: White

I was finally fisted completely a couple weeks ago - I wish I’d started sooner cuz I loved it, and now I’m wanting it like crazy. I was at Steamworks in Berkeley, CA, where I had spent an hour or so getting bred real nasty and hot at the gloryholes. A good night getting plowed and seeded by some 8 anon guys. I finally took a break, very happy and floating a bit, took a few steps and decided I wasn’t ready to go anywhere yet, so I lay myself out on one of the fuck tables, naked, legs spread, with my little pussyhole tingling, gaping and oozing cum, completely exposed to anyone passing close enough to see (it’s very dark back there). I lay there for a few minutes when a hand gently stroked my ass and probed my sloppy little hole with a finger. I gasped with pleasure and arched my back in response, so he put another finger in, and another and another and started stretching my already loose hole. It felt great. He patiently carried on stretching, sliding his hand inside me - a little more each time - interspersed with more stretching and soon was up to his knuckles, and was getting crazy intense - stretched hard and feeling very full and extremely erotic. I writhed like a belly dancer on the table and moaned and pushed back against his persistent ministrations. I don’t know how much time passed while this was going on, but we’d amassed a small but significant audience. I did notice that quite a few were jacking off watching our entertainment. He still pushed into me millimeter by millimeter, and I realized I was moaning loudly and going up on my toes each time he pushed further, because it was wildly intense and edging on painful. Then it changed in one great rush. I gasped and shivered. I looked back and saw he had his whole hand inside me and was a good 5-6 inches beyond his wrist! He was gently, almost imperceptibly fucking me with his fist. Then he moved just a bit deeper and it was suddenly incredibly intense again. With a “Wow!” I sprang back up on my toes again. He quietly told me to lay down again and just relax, so I did, and he slowly pulled his arm out of me, which felt amazing in itself. Then it felt very strangely empty in my ass. I lay there shivering in an amazed near-orgasmic dream state, and I believe I was whispering “oh my god” over and over with an enormous grin plastered on my face. He got up, smacked my butt cheek sweetly, told me “Good girl” and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, but I thanked him for doing that. When I finally rose from the fuck table, I felt what I thought was sweat running off my ass and legs, but then I realized it was cum. I guess a some of those masturbators, who were gone now, had taken the opportunity to shoot some loads all over my now-really gaping, twitching, and spasming asshole. I stumbled to the showers and went home shortly after. One thing I noticed really soon after that is that now, when someone fucks me, I have no real problems about being too tight anymore. Spit or lube, spread my cheeks and any size cock is basically an easy entry. I’m so thrilled with that, I’ve been offering my ass much more often to lots more tops - and saying yes way more frequently when they offer to breed me. Really very cool! So happy with that. I now want to get fisted a lot more, too. Double fisted is now my new goal… gimme gimme gimme

I went to the shower, in fact I waddled to the shower, once I was in there and the water was cascading down my body I removed the dildo and cleaned it with the warm soapy water, I touched my hole and it felt as though it was literally gaping open, like all my innards would fall out, it also felt extremely empty, Just then Peter got into the shower with me, he had an object in his hand which he informed me was an anal douche, he filled it then filled me for the first time then told me to sit on the toilet and empty myself, “that’s how to do it every time before sex if you get the chance” he said, “guys will want you to be clean back there but not smelling or tasting of soap, so just use warm water, and you wont always get the chance so do it when you can” What guys, I thought it would be just me and him from now on, I mean ok, so we went a bit wild at that party but that was a one off, and if it is just me and him then maybe I can keep some semblance of my normal life, I can get Helen back, she doesn’t have to know about Peter, that can be my secret. How totally naive I was. When I finished the fourth and last douche, I climbed back into the shower, Peter was still in there, he had watched me this entire time, it was a little embarrassing to say the least, but now he turned me around so my back was to him and he soaped my back and shoulders then held me close and soaped my groin stroking and pulling on me until I shot my load in the tub, and watched it drain away, he moved my hair away from the nape of my neck and kissed me several times on my neck and right ear, gently biting on my ear, it felt so nice, however, he suddenly stopped and got out of the shower, throwing a towel to me and also drying himself off, “come on, we are meeting Tracy at 11:00” “What? Why?” “she thinks its time you got a haircut”, he looked at me, “and I do too” If it had just been Tracy I would have said no, but as my new boyfriend, my new lover wanted it too then I would have it done, I liked my hair as it was, almost shoulder length, but I also wanted to please, I guess my mind was just a cauldron of mixed emotions, unsure of what went on Saturday night, (but having a rough idea), finding out my girlfriend is getting fucked behind my back, feeling the chemical rush that Peter had introduced me too, looking back, it is hardly surprising I was an emotional mess and looking for any life raft to cling too, in this case a life raft in the form of Peter, It never occurred to me that he was taking advantage of my mixed emotions, my naivety and of course at just turned 18, my still raging hormones and that he was cranking that volume up by introducing me to drugs. I got dressed, my hair still damp, when there was a knock at the door, Peter went to answer it and in walked my sister, she looked beautiful as always, but with a sneer on her face as she looked at me struggling to get my socks and trainers on, I couldn’t look her in the eye, I knew she knew what had gone on, “did you guys have a good night?” she asked? “oh yes”, replied Peter, “your brothers a horny little fuck” I stared at him aghast that he would say such a thing in front of my sister, she of course smiled so damn wide “right, come on then, we are going to a friend of mine to get your hair done” Done? Get your hair done? Doesn’t she just mean cut, I’m only getting it trimmed. We traipsed out of the apartment, the three of us and headed down to my sisters car, I was relegated to the back seat, Peter got in the front with Tracy driving and within a few minutes, we had arrived at a hairdressers salon, not a barbers for men but a salon. “we are not going in there are we” I asked? “Yes Tracy replied, I have a friend here who I trust to do your hair right” We walk in and are met by Tracy’s friend, a middle aged woman who I can only describe as having a well-endowed chest, I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage. She walked me past a few women getting different hairstyles and indicated for me to sit in the chair, she put a cape around my upper half and even though my hair was wet, she leaned me back onto a sink and washed it, she dried it roughly with a towel then took me to another chair, picked up a hairdryer, this was strange, this was weird, but it also felt nice letting someone else do these things. When my hair was dry, I said to the lady, my sister’s friend that I just needed a trim, and she said, “just leave it to me, Tracy has already told me what’s needed” As she cut my hair her and my sister talked about things that just bored me and so I tuned them out, I then felt the clippers on the side of my head and nearly jumped out of the chair, “I said just a trim” “I told Fiona what cut to give you so sit back down” said my sister, Peter got up from where he had been sitting, “I told you your sister knows best, now stop being such a baby” A half hour later I left the salon, my head shaved on one side, my hair left long on top and down the other side. We, the three of us walked for a few minutes then stopped at a tattoo parlour and my sister led us in “I’m not getting a tattoo, no way” “oh relax cry baby, your not here for a tattoo, not today anyway” As my sister greeted a person in the sop, a big guy covered in ink, and spoke to him quietly, he called to a girl in a hygienist style smock and white trousers, “Take this young lad in, tongue, ears, nipples, Tracy has already chosen these for him” and he gave the girl a tray What the fuck is going on, the girl took me into another room and started work putting things into an autoclave, “Take your tee-shirt off please” “What erm no, I’m not here for” Peter who was stood behind me said “oh come on, its what I asked for, you’ll look so fucking sexy” I went bright red, the young girl had heard everything and was smiling to herself, I was beet red all the way to my trainers I was so embarrassed and as he said it, Peter untucked my tee-shirt and lifted it off my body. The girl told me to sit on a stool which I did and then she set to work, I wont go into details, but when I left, I had a tongue stud fitted which made my speech slightly slurred I guess my tongue had swollen a little, I had a diamond style ear stud in each lobe, and I had a ring in each nipple, apparently, and I had no idea until after it was done but my sister had gone for the 14G size ring, the thickness being 1.6mm which is bigger than a normal starting ring or bar. Either way, I hated the fact that they clearly showed through my tee-shirt anyone walking past could see them. Peter stopped, he turned to my sister and I and said “Right then, I have things to do, I will see you tomorrow” and then he kissed me, full on, in front of my sister and the rest of the street, I had just had my tongue pierced but he didn’t care and sucked on it, there, right there, in front of everyone and I heard an old man walking past say “bloomin shirt lifting poofters, shouldn’t be allowed” and I felt I would die of embarrassment My sister took me home then said she was going out and left, the house was empty, I went to my room and just sat, I took off my tee-shirt I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like a very effeminate boy, I ran my hands over my body, looking at myself and smiled, I did look sexy, and then I cried, I was so confused, I threw myself on my bed and cried and all the while I had that empty feeling in my arse.

Some years ago, my other half was out hitting the antique shops (nothing new about that), and came home with a couple of ladderbacks and a little blonde kid. Maybe 5'6, blonde, blue, smooth - just like every other kid in the town I grew up in. yawwwwwn ... until he pulled his pants down and this big, fat Cock popped out. Partner and I both fucked him, he fucked my partner ... and that kid stayed for 2 days !!! That kid loved it all ... <filthy grin>

I don’t know about that guy, but I know a cumdump who’s ass up every single day and the whole town uses him. He’s notorious for being a 24/7 cumdump and never turning cocks away. So, I’m sure it’s possible to collect that many if someone makes load collecting their entire life’s purpose

My ho card should be revoked for my lack of sex, especially in 2021. I’m probably at 25% or less of the dicks I took living in NYC 3 years ago☹️

Fuck yer Man those pitts are better than poppers

This past Friday night at the sex club multiple guys fucked and filled my slut ass. Was there from 2am until 6am taking anonymous cocks and loads in the darkrooms. My ass is pretty popular there since I’m a regular and guys know I take all cummers and that I’m just a piece of ass to be used. I lost count of how many guys fucked me but there was so much cum in my ass it was sloshing and running out of my wrecked hole. I snorted a whole bottle of poppers as guy after guy used my cumdump slut hole. For the last few months I’ve been going to the sex club 2-3 times a week and have been averaging 20 loads a week. Not to mention the darkroom at the bar I go to. My goal is to keep getting fucked and taking as many cocks and loads as possible! 😈☣️🥵

Found this boy cruising the woods behind my house, so I fucked him on the trail first to ensure he was indeed looking for a hard cock. Then after breeding him I brought him home to my place to top him off. I think his hole if full seance it is leaking out and over flowing. I told him to stop back tonight if he wants to have some more hot fun and get his hole pumped full again. All he said is fuck yeah I would love that.

Late November 2018 I won a lottery draw where my prize was getting fucked bareback for 3 hours by five of the event porn stars and then any of the event attendees, in a sling in the middle of the floor. We estimated after that at least 55 guys had been inside me, but we counted the cumshots throughout and I was bred 22 times, mostly by total strangers.

I was just 19 last summer, fresh out of high school and working at the car wash on the main road off I-10. It was a little town in southeast Texas, and I didn't get a lot of sex. I'm cute, though. I work out 5 times a week and have a great, tanned body. One day in July I was washing a truck when this car with California plates pulled in. It wasn't anything special, but the guy who was driving it was sexy as fuck. I dropped my sponge and bent over to pick it up, and when I stood back up I caught him checking me out. "Fuck yeah!" I thought. I finished the truck and went to work on the car. I talked to the guy a little and found out he was driving from LA to Miami. He was taller than me, with blond hair and blue eyes and a great tan. He was maybe 25 or 26. He had a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and a little goatee under his chin. As I worked on his car, he kept talking about how hot it was. I agreed it was and took off my shirt. I kept washing his car, and he smoked. He asked me if I wanted a cigarette and I said I couldn't while I was working. He asked if anyone else was here. I said I was working alone that day. "Then come around the back where no one can see and have one. No one will know." I put up the "out to lunch" sign, picked up my shirt and walked with him around the back of the car wash. In the back there was a bunch of trees and an old junkyard, and a tiny stone shed with a metal door. We stood by that and he held out his Marlboros. I took one and he offered me a light. I inhaled and felt my lungs fill up. I held it in for a minute, and looked him in the eyes. "Damn, that feels good," I said. I didn't smoke often, but I loved it when I did. "Nothing like a good smoke," he said, taking a drag. I watched his red lips close around the cigarette. They were firm and beautiful. The end of it turned bright orange, and then he breathed out, in my direction. We stood like that, smoking and talking about his trip, for a good five minutes. As he finished his cigarette and threw it away, he looked at the stone shed. "What's in there?" he asked. "Just sponges and hoses and shit," I exhaled, blowing the smoke away from him. "You should show me," he suggested. I looked down at my half-finished cigarette and he laughed. "I don't like to waste 'em either," he said. He took it from my hand and took a deep drag. He held it and passed it back to me. Fuck, I was getting hard. My cock had inched down my thigh and was straining against my jeans. I inhaled and handed the cigarette back to him. Another deep, deep drag. It was just a butt now. He held the smoke and threw the cigarette away. He leaned in close and kissed me, blowing the smoke into my mouth. I coughed, and he kind of laughed as his tongue found my lips and pushed them apart. He probed in and out, and I was in his control. He pushed me against the door of the shed and went to town on my face. His stubble was rough on my skin and I liked it. He tasted like salt and smoke. I fumbled with the door and pulled him into the stone shed. "Fuck yeah," he said. Inside the shed, he pushed me down onto a big pile of sponges and we continued making out. He touched my chest and licked my nipples. Then he pulled off his own shirt and undid his belt. I helped him push his pants off. He didn't wear underwear. "Hot," I said. His dick was hard, long and thick. It was maybe 8 inches, cut and glistening with precum. He pulled my jeans off and pushed me down again. Our bodies were grinding against each other, heat and sweat and muscle all together. His dick touched my hole, and I liked it. He reached into his jeans pocket beside him and pulled out a little bottle. There was a little pop and he pushed it under my nose. It smelled AWFUL but I felt a warm wave wash over me. "What's that?" I asked. "Poppers," he replied. "Totally safe." He pushed it under my nose again and I took a deep breath to see if it would make the warmth more intense. My head spun a little and my ass felt amazing. "Oh, hell yeah," I said. He spit in his hand and pushed his cock against my hole. It felt great. I pushed my ass against him a little and helped him ease the head in. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Tight!" He gave me some more poppers and I pushed back against him in one thrust, taking the cock all the way down to the pubes. He gasped. "Fuck, dude!" he said. Soon, he began fucking back and forth. I met him, stroke for stroke. I fondled his balls, touched his chest, kissed his gorgeous face. I had jerked off to bareback porn before, but I had never taken a raw dick up my ass before. I was more turned on than I ever had been. "Fuck yeah, man!" I said. "Bareback me!" That really got him going. He held my legs up over my head and pounded me so hard that all I could do was grunt from the force. "Fuck yeah!" he said. "Take this fuckin cock!" "Yeah, give it to me!" I yelled. "Give it to me raw, man!" "Yeah!" he shouted. "You want this fuckin load, stud? Huh? You want my FUCKIN LOAD?!" "FUCK YEAH!" I shouted. "Fuckin' SPERM my ass, man!" "OH, yeah!" he yelled. His face contorted and he rammed it in hard. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" "Oh, yeah!" I urged him on. "Cum in me! Cum in me!" He collapsed on top of me, and his abs pressed against my cock, which spasmed a load out between us, splattering against both of us. "Unh! Yeah!" His dick was still pressed against prostate, and I shot hard. After a long time, he pulled out. There was a little blood on his cock, but I didn't care. I got a little towel and put it against my hole when I put my underwear back on. "Keep that load in there for me, stud!" he said. We got dressed, he kissed me again and gave me his email address. He got in his car and looked out the window. I had one last view of those gorgeous blue eyes. "Don't forget me, stud!" he said, and drove away. Let's just say there's no way I could forget that fuck. It was the fuck of my life.

I was at a Fked sex party at Club 120 in Toronto. A few guys had fucked me bareback but noone had bred me. A very outgoing young sexy guy wearing only a harness started to play with me. After he fucked me for a bit he said he needed to piss. His eyes lit up when I suggested he just piss in me. We moved to where he could bend me over a fuck bench and he gathered some of his pals around to watch. When he was done somebody grabbed a plastic garbage pail and I was egged on to let the piss out into the pail.

Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)