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---- Part 2 ---- Paul hadn't called during the day on Sunday so I got the nerve up and called him Sunday evening. "Hey buddy, how's it going?" Paul answered, way too cheerfully. "Uh... ok... I guess" I replied somberly. "You don't sound ok. What's up?" the cheerful tone still in Paul's voice. "Uh... you were right. On Friday I found out I got infected with HIV. Probably from that guy a month ago. He's the only hookup that I had bare sex with since my last test" I replied, softly. "Hey, don't sound so down. You'll be fine" Paul replied. We talked for another fifteen minutes and he seemed a little distracted. Then he said "I just booked a ticket for next weekend to visit you. We'll have fun like the old days. I bet that ass is really tight if you haven't gotten fucked in a month" Paul said with a chuckle. "Uh... no. No fucking. I was told no sex until they get the next test results and I've been on treatment for a while" I said, my voice trembling. I knew it would be good to see him but I knew the temptation to fuck like before would be huge. Paul laughed like I just told the world's best joke. "I've never fucked a viral poz guy, just undetectable ones. You're gonna be my first!" he exclaimed. "No, Paul. I can't. I don't want to infect you too" I replied, sobbing a little. As much as I wanted or needed to feel his bare cock in me again, I just couldn't chance it. "Plane lands at 3:30pm on Friday. I'll meet you after work and we can have a fun weekend. I'll put a smile back on that face. Uh... Corey. If they give you meds, don't take them before I get there, OK?" he said just before hanging up. I was worried, but I knew he had made his mind up. Thursday I sent him a text giving him the address of a bar near my apartment that I liked to go to. I thought it would be a good place to meet. When I walked in on Friday, I looked around and didn't see him. My heart sank, thinking he'd gotten cold feet and didn't even want to see me again. Then I spotted him coming out of the restroom, licking his lips. A few seconds later, an older guy with shaved head and a big beard walked out and slapped him on his butt. "Holy fuck, Corey! You're lookin' great! I almost didn't recognize you with the beard" Paul said as he came up to me. He gave me this long, tight hug. When he let go of me, he tugged me over to a table in the corner where his beer was waiting. I looked him over and he had changed too. The diamond stud earring in his left ear were replaced with blue metal plugs in both lobes and he now had a thick septum ring in his nose. I saw a tattoo poking below the left sleeve of his polo shirt and it looked like there were piercings in his nips showing through the shirt. The smile was the same and his eyes darted around the room looking for hot guys just like usual. After we finished the first beer, I asked "So what's the deal with the bear and the bathroom?" Paul chuckled before he grabbed both glasses and went to the bar for a refill. When he came back, he stood behind me and whispered in my ear "I found out I like daddy dick." He set my beer down before he sat back down on the stool across from me and the smile turned into a grin. "I swallowed a few loads in there waiting for you" Paul said. I couldn't remember ever seeing Paul on his knees sucking a guy, he was always the one standing against the wall fucking some eager cocksucker's face. Right then was the first time my cock had twitched in over a month. We talked some more and I found out he was enjoying his single life. Like me, there was no boyfriend, just a stream of hookups satisfying our needs. I wanted another beer, if just to delay getting back to my place and having to find an excuse to not have sex with Paul. At least my interest in sex was coming back. He had a different idea. "Let's get out of here and go back to your place so I can drop off my backpack. If we drink much more I'll forget about it" he said. We made it the four blocks to my apartment and as soon as we got inside, he dropped his backpack and pinned me against the wall. Paul had always kissed aggressively but this was even rougher than I had remembered. His hands were roaming all over my body too and a minute later I began to reciprocate. For the first time in a couple weeks I felt desirable again. Paul's fingers unbuttoned my shirt and were pinching and twisting my nips like he always loved to do. Just like all those other times, it made my cock hard and it was straining at my trunks and pants. One of his hands slipped around my chest and down my spine, trying desperately to get inside the back of my pants. "Fuck!" he growled into my ear and his hand quickly unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my pants. Just as quickly his hand was back to my ass, this time with his fingers sliding up and down my crack. My tongue jabbed back into his mouth as my hands were now fumbling with his jeans. When I got them open, my hand dug inside and wrapped around his stiffening shaft. I expected to find some more metal, but it was just hard flesh dripping at the end. I knew my mouth would feel better than my hands blindly groping him, so I reached back up and pulled his shirt up. It was on the floor in seconds and we took the brief break to dispatch our pants and shoes. I dragged him to the bedroom, both of us in just underwear that we quickly shed once we got to the bed. Pushing him back, I had him laying on the bed with me on top. My tongue found his left nip and began playing with the little bar that pierced it. Each flick of my tongue got his cock harder and soon it was nestled next to mine as I hunched over his body, playing with his nipples. My mouth had one nip and my fingers the other, changing sides every few minutes. After several iterations, I let my tongue trace down the center of his abs until my chin bumped into his hard shaft. A few seconds later, I had my mouth wrapped around his cock and was taking it into my throat like I had done a thousand times before. Once his cock was fully hard and throbbing, I slowly pulled off and crawled off the bed. In the nightstand was a box of condoms and lube and I grabbed one and opened the package. "No fucking latex. I want to feel that ass just like before, skin on skin" Paul growled. "But.." I started to say but he cut me off. "I told you, I want to fuck my first real poz guy and you're it, Corey" Paul said, scowling back at me. It was then that I realized the dynamic between us had changed and he was here more to fuck a poz guy than help me get out of my depressed state. I set the condom down and crawled on top of him, straddling him with my rigid cock laying on his stomach. I felt him slap his cock against my ass and then rub it along my crack. Lifting up slightly he worked his cock between my butt cheeks and then to my hole. For the first time in over a year I felt his bare cock at my entrance and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Except I couldn't. I didn't want to be the one to infect him. Paul saw my hesitance and thrust his hips up, ripping into my tight hole. "FUCK!" I screamed out as the pain rippled through my body. The spit I left on his shaft wasn't nearly enough lube since I was planning on rolling a condom on. He dropped his hips and slipped out a half second before driving his hips back up and his cock half way inside. I saw stars. I tried to scream again, but nothing came out. I heard him let out a sinister laugh. He held his cock in me a few seconds and then thrust up a third time. I cried out some gibberish and a few seconds later, I was panting and my body was twisting around trying to get some relief from the pain. "Is that how he fucked you? Ramming his cock in to wreck your hole so the bug was sure to infect you?" Paul asked. His voice was the most menacing I'd ever heard it. I almost didn't think it was him. "No... I... was... on... all fours... when... he... was... rough" I said, gasping between each word. I heard Paul cackle and then throw me off, grab my hips and then mount me. This time, while it hurt, he slid in much easier and my scream was quieter. "More like that?" Paul asked after my scream had faded. His hips were firmly planted against my ass and his raw cock was buried inside me. "Uh huh" I said breathlessly. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. I couldn't tell if his cock was throbbing inside me or if my ring was throbbing around his dick from the brutal intrusion. Paul slowly started to rock his hips, driving in and out of my tortured hole a couple inches. A few minutes later, pleasure started mixing with the pain and Paul softly said "Good... remember that and do the same when you fuck me." I gasped and started to panic, his comment about me fucking him setting off alarms in my head. But it didn't last long as he plowed my ass just like the old days. He would fuck faster and then slow down, most of the time using three quarters of his length and occasionally shoving in hard and bottoming out. Eventually, he rolled me on my back, pushed my legs back and began fucking me again. The smile on his face told me that he was enjoying this as much as I was. The pain was gone and I started to playfully squeeze his shaft as he plowed. Paul would slow down and lean in, kissing me briefly before he picked up the pace. When his breathing started to get hard, I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to prolong the fuck and part of me wanted to push him over the edge and feel his cum inside me again. I reached up and rubbed my thumbs over his nips and seconds later got the reward I wanted. Paul groaned loudly as I felt his cock throb as he filled me with his cum. It was a feeling I never got bored with and it was even better because it was him. "Working your way toward being a power bottom?" he asked and I just grinned back at him. "I like it, but that's the last time I fuck you this weekend until right before I leave" he said. I stared back at him, shocked. Paul laughed again and said "The rest of the time, you're going to be fucking me and filling me with that newly charged seed." My stomach flip flopped a few times and the stark reality of my new status filled my mind. I'm sure he could sense my uneasiness because he suddenly shifted gears. Slowly he pulled his still hard cock out and laid down next to me. Paul's arms pulled me close and we started to make out. "Mmm, so weird to kiss you with that beard, but fuckin' love it" he said quietly before intertwining his legs with mine and kissing me again. We kept at it for close to an hour, just like we used to do until both of us faded off to sleep. I woke a little later, my head on his chest and my hard cock laying on his leg. I moved my head slightly before flicking my tongue over his nipple. Paul moaned a second, but stayed still. When I started to suckle on his nip and the little bar through it, the moans got longer and his hand reached over and pressed my head into his body. I sucked harder on it for a few minutes and then rolled between his legs and worked my way down his body. The saltiness of Paul's sweat fueled my lust and when I was back down to his crotch I lapped over his firm cock. The dried cum quickly coated my tongue and it had a coppery taste that told me how hard he had fucked me. I kept hearing his words from earlier in the back of my head as my tongue kept searching for more cum to lick. My tongue tried to move lower towards his balls and I don't know if I pushed his legs up or if he pulled them back. Either way, I now had full access and I bathed his shaved balls with spit. I sucked each one into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. As the second ball slipped past my lips, my tongue started to explore downward. This was new territory and while I loved to eat a guy's ass, I had never done it to Paul. In the past, if one of us was getting rimmed, it was me. I pried the ass cheeks apart and pushed my face in, letting my tongue flick around. With my tongue in overdrive, it lapped over Paul's pucker and then poked inside. There wasn't a bit of protest and I suddenly realized all I tasted was sweat. For a guy I considered "top only" his ass was extremely clean. The thought that he planned to get fucked just fueled my lust even more. "Oh fuck yeah... god I love that" he moaned and my tongue started to jab into his hole. He was tight and it took a lot of force to get inside the ring. I could feel his hole try to relax, but it was obvious he wasn't like those experienced guys I'd fucked before. The moans got louder and and were slowly becoming whimpers until he slowly cried out "Fuck me Corey... I need your cock in me... Please... Fuck me!" Almost immediately, I had two voices in my head - Paul's "do the same when you fuck me" and the doctor's "Corey, you tested positive." My heart was racing and yet my cock was hard as steel. I leaned back and Paul rolled on to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me. It was an opportunity that I had wanted for years and yet I didn't want to hurt him. "I can't, Paul" I sobbed. "Yes you can. Now fuck me!" Paul growled out, his head turned back, staring at me. "You sure about this?" I asked. The playfulness we normally had during sex was gone and he was more serious than I'd ever seen him. "Now!" he snarled, getting impatient. My cock wasn't softening a bit and the more demanding Paul got, the more it turned me on. "You're always going to be my little bitch, but I need that dick NOW!" Paul growled. He'd never called me his bitch before and it shocked me. In fact, that was a line I wouldn't let anyone cross. I was no one's bitch.

THE HOLE As we stepped into the warm, dimly lit room, the smell of sweat hit us. Everyone was shirtless and most guys were not wearing pants - jocks, booty shorts, underwear. A sea of men overwhelmed the room. Nic grabbed me and pulled me over to the bar. Next to it was a table with a clothes check. We looked at each other and immediately started unbuckling. I take my jeans off and Nic drops his shorts. Both of us bulging in our jock straps while we handed the guy our clothes. We move to the bar, standing face to face, angling toward the bar. Both of our smooth swimmer jock asses exposed and guys are not shy about grabbing us, running their hands along our backs, and grabbing the band of our jocks. We both get beer and move to the back of the room. Standing face to face against a wall, drinking our beer and taking in the room. Me – I fuckin’ love this place. Nic – Me too. I’m so fucking glad we came here! Me – Me too. Glad we’re here together. Nic – Same bro. I’m so glad you’re into this kind of place. Me – I’m into everything about this place! We both laugh. We’re loving the attention and gently press our bulges together. Nic – I think we’re going to get into trouble here. Me – Oh, how much trouble? Nic – Loads of trouble. Nic grabs my harness, jerking me toward him, pulling me in for a kiss. I eagerly kiss him back, responding to his tongue and running my free hand down his side. His entire body is absolutely perfect. Nic – So you really like being a slut, Braden? I nod at him, grinning. I kiss him again. Nic looks over at a hallway off to the back of the room, next to the bathroom. Nic – Let’s see what kind of slut you are. Me – Hell yes, as long as you come with me! Nic – I wouldn’t miss it! We finish our beer and leave the glasses on the bar. As we walk toward the hallway by the bathroom, I can feel everyone looking at us. It might only be in my mind, but I can sense it. Nic holds my hand as we walk into the small dark room. As he squeezes it, I feel the amazing joy of his touch with the excitement of what I am about to do. I can tell he is just as excited as I am and I love that I don’t have to worry about being judged. He wants me to be a nasty slut and I really want to see how far he’ll go. The room is busy and it’s dark, but not too dark to tell what’s going on. A couple guys fucking in the corner, some oral, and one guy is getting whipped with his hands tied to the wall. We are immediately surrounded by guys. I grin at Nic and drop to my knees. I open my mouth and pull the first cock I see over to my lips. Immediately taking it into my mouth, I suck it down my throat. Looking up, I see Nic making out with the guy I’m blowing. His thick cock tastes amazing and I grab a dick to my right and reach for Nic’s cock with my left hand. He helps me out, pulling his cock from his jock and slapping it on my face. I pull off the guy I’m sucking to get at Nic’s cock. I look up at him as I slowly take his beautiful 8-inch dick into my mouth. He looks down at me, smiling. Nic – Yeah Braden, fuckin’ suck my dick you slut! Nic moans out as I take his cock right into my throat. His beautiful smooth teen cock tastes so good. So fresh and delicious. The precum is sweet and flowing. I bob up and down on his cock for longer than I realize. He pulls my head off his cock and slides down to meet me on his knees. We kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. I can feel guys running their hands over me, through my hair, and I feel a finger probe my ass. Nic – You had me too close to cumming. I don’t want to shoot this first load too soon! Me – Fair, but I definitely want to make you cum. Nic – Oh you will. Now suck that cock! Nic pushes my mouth onto the closest dick and takes another in his mouth. Both of us are on our knees, side by side, sucking dick with our backs pressed against the wall. Nic pulls his mouth off the dick and strokes it, looking at me. I do the same. He leans over and wispers in my ear. Nic – You look so hot with your mouth on that random dick! Nic is sucking some fit daddy and I have my lips pressed into a mid-30s cub with a hairy body. Great uncut dick, leaking tons of precum. Nic stands up. I do the same. We both stand face to face with our hands on each other’s harnesses. I feel hands on my hips and someone presses a bottle of poppers between me and Nic. We both lean in and take a deep hit. I look down and see someone holding Nic’s waist. I feel a hard raw dick slapping my lower back and running along my ass. Nic smiles and nods at me. Nic – Fuck Braden, you gonna do it? You gonna let him fuck you bareback? Me – Mmm, is that what you want to see me do? Take this guy’s cock? A couple guys nearby groan and moan, hissing “fuck yeah!” and “Do it you sluts!” I look around and there is a thick wall of guys shoulder to shoulder watching us. Nic and I stare right into each other. Me - I want it! Nic – Oh fuck, Braden, he’s in me! I feel the cock behind me pressing on my hole. I relax, letting him in. He slides in with a steady push and bottoms out. I groan, feeling the perfection of a random raw dick starting to fuck me. Me – Fuck yeah babe, he’s in me too! Fuck that feels so good! Nic – Fuck yeah Braden, take that raw dick you slutty faggot! We stare into each other as we both get fucked. I moan. Nic moans. I feel the sweaty hairy belly of the guy fucking me, grinding on my smooth, slick back. It feels perfect. I love that I’m not even looking at the guy fucking me, just starring right back at Nic. Watching him take it like a very experienced slut. Guys are jerking off around us, some are slapping their cocks on our hips, smearing precum on our jocks. My mouth slightly open, moaning as I milk the raw dick that is pounding my hole. Me – Yes, fuck me! Oh give me that dick, please! HARDER!! My harness is grabbed and I’m shoved forward, my head slamming into Nic. Our faces pressed together hard, and we love it. I take his tongue in my mouth and we both moan into each other. The guy fucking me slaps my ass, hard. I yelp as he does and slams into me harder, turning me to face the wall. I put both hands up to the wall and look to my right, seeing Nic’s smooth fit body being used by a gorgeous black muscle daddy. The guy fucking me grabs my hair, pulling it hard as he long strokes in and out. Hissing at me, he asks “You want me to cum up your ass, you fucking slut?” I just moan and push back on his cock. Nic – Fuck yeah, shoot your load into that faggot’s hole. Unload in him…he loves it! The guy fucking Nic leans over and says something into his ear, but I can’t tell what it is. Nic – Yeah man, I don’t care. I don’t think he does either. Braden, you want this guy to pump his cum deep in your ass, right? Me – Fuck yes! I want it! Nic – Cause you’re a nasty cumdump that let’s anyone cum inside you? Me – Hell yes. Mmmm I love taking loads, babe! Nic – Fuck yeah, you bitch! You take any load no matter what, right? Me – Fuck yeah. Always! Nic – Fuck yeah you do, you dirty fucking skank! Man, I love seeing you like this! We both moan, grinning at each other, milking the raw dicks that are using our holes. Me – Fuck yes, please cum in me. Pump your load deep into my fucking guts man. I want you to! Nic – Oh fuck yeah, do us both. Fucking blow it in us, please! We need it! The guy fucking me spits on my cheek and screams out. Grabbing my harness and jerking me back hard, he groans and slams in, holding his cock hard inside me. I can feel his dick throbbing, making my body melt while he shoots his load balls deep inside me. I look at Nic and we’re both moaning. The guy fucking my date is clearly cumming inside him right now. We both nod at each other. After about a minute they pull out of us. I immediately drop to my knees and turn. Both of them put their cocks in my face. Eagerly, I clean them off. Nic smiles down at me, watching me lick both of the cocks that just bred us nice and clean, tasting four different flavors of cum and ass. Without saying anything, they both turn and walk away. I stand up and the crowd seems to just naturally pull us deeper into the room. We are moved toward two parallel benches. I step away from Nic and kneel down on a bench. Nic does the same. I look over at him as I feel a guy step up behind me. I don’t even look to see who it is. I’m just looking at Nic, seeing a guy step up behind him too. As if they did it on purpose, both of them push their raw dicks into us. Sliding easily into our cunts. We moan and smile at each other. A couple dicks are pushed into our faces. We turn our heads to open our mouth and start sucking. The fucking is intense and hard. The dick pushing into my throat is hard. My hair grabbed as this sleazy looking bald guy starts to fuck my face. I moan, loving the taste of his bumpy dick, working his piss slit with my tongue, worshiping his cock. There is so much precum, it’s hard to believe. He’s moaning a lot. Then suddenly, without any noise or words, his cock erupts in my mouth, shooting cum down my throat. I eagerly suck it all down and then feel another load of cum spraying my face. The cock in my ass shoves in hard and throbs. The cock from my mouth pulls out, followed by the one from my ass. I feel empty. But it is only a couple seconds until I feel the familiar push of another dick at my ass. I let him in right away and he sinks in balls deep. I open my mouth and take the next dick into my throat. Blissed out, I continue. Loving every second. Every taste. Every feel. Begging for every load. To be continued…

I have been abroad for work this week. Was a wonderfull experience once again and was glad to come back home saturday morning. Had been chatting around with a cumdump boy from Brussels who is so submissive that I already get a hard dick reading his texts and private messages. Was so tired on saturday after a 12.5 hours flight but still couldn’t waste the opportunity to pass by Brussels and not try this cumwhore for the first time....let’s make it a quicky was my first intention, ideal to drop a load just before going to bed. Let’s test this slut. After some texting around I arrived at his appartment and he did everything just as asked. What a good boy! Door open, light out and the boy face down ass up waiting to get fucked. Het sent me some messages before of his cumdump ass and it looked nice but it was nothing compared to the real deal. What an ass! A little, bubble butty as in a nice jockstrap. He was wearing his blindfold just as asked and some techno/house music was on to soften his slutty moans. He sucked me some minutes and it was clear that I was not his first. Het knew how to suck. After this I positioned myself doggy style and entered his warm, soft, wet hole. What a sensation. What a cumdump. The guy let out some ‘ouch, oaw’ sounds when entering too hard or fast which makes me only more horny. This guy was a very good cumdump, I did some very short position switches to test his adaptability but he was a good sub slut. Nothing too much, everything for getting a cumload. The guy must have been reading my posts over here. He knew exactly what to do to make me crazy and let me cream him on demand. When fucking him he was constantly reaching back touching and massaging my balls. This makes me cum on demand, in a second. Secondly, he let me finish missionary. Love it when i can come deep inside missionary style. He was yelling ‘breed me’ when he wanted me to fill his cute little ass. I bred his hole and gave him millions of my babies which I hope he is still carrying deep inside. What a pity I was so tired otherwise I could have fucked this slutty cumdump a second time give him a fully creamy ass to start his saturday evening. Next time.... This guy is a slut, he knows how to take dick and is a pro taking cum deep inside his ass. I fucking added him to my regulars list and hope to fuck him from time to time when I succeed in saving a multiple days load, full balls. This ass is mine now. I want to breed it, take it, get it and keep it. Hereunder some pictures of the slut’s ass before, during and after 😁. Ps: i’ve met this guy through this forum, he is up here under username ‘depravedslut’ and am sure he will be jacking his bottom boy dick reading how slutty he You’re mine now, boy 😈😈

As someone who can take a really long time to cum, I feel a lot insecure about it. I have the feeling that a lot of bottom are just here for the cum, not the fuck. For me it's the opposite, I absolutely love to fuck. I think that the fact that I can fuck a long time is an asset. But indeed the "are you done yet ?" It's the worst

“Step up to the blue line and look at the camera,” I shuffled forward and tried my hardest to form an expression that conveyed innocence and remorse all at once. Blinded for a moment by the flash, I wondered how I’d gone from drinking with my friends at our favorite dive bar near campus, to barefoot and high as a kite, awaiting processing of my arrest. When the cop pulled me over less than a block from the rundown off-campus housing where I’d gone with my friends Nick and Drew to pick up some party supplies for the gang this weekend, we were smart enough to quickly swallow anything we had on us. Sadly I had no idea that my roommate had left his bag under the back seat, and that it contained a half-empty prescription for a serious pain killer. Chances are the officers were disappointed that’s all they found since I suspect they were staking out the guy who we bought from. Normally, they’d have probably confiscated the bottle, and written me a ticket and released us. Unfortunately, these particular officers are assigned to the smallest branch of the state police force, charged with the safety of my tiny college town, and its population of under 20,000 people, meaning they were hungry for a bust. I explained that my roommate would happily claim the pills if they’d call him, but instead they cuffed me, and booked me for possession of a controlled substance, fulfilling their nightly quota. “Turn and face the red x on the wall,” the young Hispanic clerk barked, before blinding me again. My vision faded back while I was led to the cells by the massively tall Italian cop who’d pulled me over. We passed his partner, a shorter lean white ginger, as he dragged Nick into the processing area behind me. His charge was even flimsier than mine, as they found an empty baggy and trimmed drinking straw in his coat pocket, but it was enough to hold him overnight, so he was stuck here too. Drew had lucked out, swallowing his share, baggie and all, meaning they had nothing to hold him on. Hopefully he was able to find my roommate and drive my car back to the dorms before it all kicked in. My share of the loot was a small bag of tina, and a cap of something Andre, the dealer, had referred to only as “G.” I felt the G almost as soon as I was put in the back of the squad car, praying I could hold it together until the Tina kicked in and balanced it out. I had never done either before that moment, but had fucked a few girls who’d been on them and knew their effects well enough to know some of what to expect. It must have taken awhile for the tina to digest because I started to feel the kick right as Officer Tutelli opened another door and introduced me to the fluorescent glow of the holding cells. “Lets step in here kid, watch your toes” Tutelli, or “Tut” as he’d told me to call him was actually pretty nice considering I was being charged with a felony. I marveled at how easy he swung me down onto a bench in the middle of this small cinder block and pexi-glass pen. “Sorry to have to do this but you need to strip naked so I can check you for weapons and substances.” The thought of Tut’s fingers and eyes inspecting my naked body wasn’t nearly as upsetting as it might have been if I’d been sober. Imagining his strong tan hands sliding up between my legs and down into my ass crack was actually turning me on as I got down to my undershirt and briefs. Suddenly it hit me that he’d be able to see if I was hard, but glancing down I was relieved to see I wasn’t even close. In fact I seemed smaller than usual and the pumping lust I felt seemed more concentrated in my asshole. “Stand up and come here.” I walked to his chair, my cock only inches from his face, though still separated by my thin briefs. It never crossed my mind that he should put on gloves or have another officer present, all I could think of was how nice his fingertips felt as he spread out my fingers and toes. He slid them from my ankles to just below my balls before making me lift my arms so he could stroke them down my biceps, through my pit hair, and around the trails of chest fuzz on my pecs and abs. “I need you to be honest with me now about something. It’s so I know where to place you for your protection in regards to any other inmates. I need you to tell me if you are sexually attracted to men.” His voice was so low I could feel it vibrate in my stomach as he peeled my hands from my crotch and slid the front of my briefs below my balls. I shook my head no. “I think you are lying. I am not asking you if you have a boyfriend or take it up the ass. I just need you to be honest and admit that you have tried it before and might be inclined to try more.” I’d experimented a few times with dudes at that point, twice in MFM threesomes with my ex-girlfriend, and a few times with a TA from my micro-econ class. He was nothing much, just an average late-20’s grad student, but I’d sensed he was into me when we broke into groups and discussed minority economic values. My group was covering homosexuals, and he was extremely willing to offer his help with lists of fetish gear, sex toys and products that were created and marketed solely for gay men. That same weekend I bumped into him at a party hosted in a large house split into 4 or 5 apartments. He fed me drinks all night and then asked if I would like to see some examples of gay-market products. It turned out he lived right below the party and was very happy to show me some porn and try on a leather jock and harness for me. I sucked him off a few minutes later and he returned the favor. After avoiding him for a few weeks, I ran into him again at a bar and we’d ended up sucking each other off regularly a few days a week since then. Last weekend, I’d even managed to get my cock in his ass for 10 seconds before I shot all over his hole. I apologized and he reassured me that maybe I was meant for the other end. I laughed at the thought, sure I would never let anyone or anything pierce my virgin hole. Suddenly, as my briefs dropped to my ankles and Tut spun me around, I was having doubts about remaining a virgin back there. I quietly told him he was right. “I thought so. I need you to bend over, spread your ass cheeks and cough.” I did as he said, part of me disappointed that he didn’t need more. He asked me to cough again, and simultaneously I felt something wet hit right above my hole on my cheeks. I tried to turn around and stand straight but Tut was now on his feet and was able to keep me still with one well-placed hand. “It’s KY, gotta be thorough,” was all he said before I felt one of his thick fingers pushing the liquid against my hole until it broke through, impaling me up to his second knuckle. “Nothing there…yet. You really are new to men.” He pulled his finger out with a plop and told me to stand against the wall. Looking down I couldn’t believe it when I saw that I was finally semi-hard, but only because of his finger in my hole. I waited there while he searched my clothes and put them in a bag, informing me I’d have to wear a jumpsuit instead of my jeans, since they had a bunch of zippers and buttons that could be used as weapons. He stepped out of the booth and grabbed a dark green jumpsuit and a pair of boat shoes, all imprinted with the name of the county jail. He set them on the bench, but gave me a look when I reached for them that told me not to get dressed yet, before calling in his partner, who I learned was named O’Malley. “This one is ready to be processed, bring in the other.” Nick was brought in and I turned bright red trying to cover my junk as he openly stared. I was humiliated knowing he was seeing me so vulnerable until he too was asked to strip. O’Malley was much more business-like with Nick than Tut had been with me, using gloves and remaining standing the entire time. When the time came for his privates to be searched, O’Malley asked Nick to lower his boxers to his knees. I almost asked why he got to keep his boxers when I was forced to wait naked, but I forgot all about it when Nick’s hard 8 inch monster uncut cock sprang from his boxers and thwacked against his tight abs. O’Malley quickly and calmly lifted Nick’s balls before asking him to bend over and cough which he did. I glanced around the room to see where the KY was for Nick’s fingering, when I realized there wasn’t any in the room. My eye caught the smirk on Tut’s face as he licked his finger before turning to the next page in the booking report. “For your safety, we encourage you to volunteer any information about your sexual orientation, religious beliefs, gang affiliations or medical history. This better helps us place you away from possible cell mates who might take offense or react violently to such information. Any thing you wish to volunteer at this time?” My heart sank at the idea that Tut had called out my bi tendencies so easily. “Nah, I’m good.” Nick said, absent mindedly pulling his hard cock away from his abs, leaving a string of pre-cum between his piss slit and the light blonde treasure trail from his 6 pack to his sparse, slightly darker pubes. “Don’t mind my bone, I had plans to take care of it with my girl tonight before this happened, but I guess it’ll have to wait.” “it better wait son,” Tut warned. “Lots of guys come in here hopped up on shit and go from straight to ‘a hole is a hole’ once they are stuck in a cell over night. Just remember the guys in with you are gang members who would kill you for lookin at them wrong. Now get dressed before I make you go in there naked.” We both dressed, me in the jumpsuit, my t-shirt, briefs and the boat shoes, and Nick in his own shorts, wife-beater, boxers and a similar pair of well-worn slip-on boat shows. Somehow he managed to pull up his boxers and shorts last and my eyes never left Nick’s raging hard on until it finally disappeared under them, as O’Malley and Tut chatted in the corner. At that point, Tut took over our placement, cuffed us again and walked us back into the main cell area, stopping to uncuff and assign Nick to a floor-to-ceiling pexiglass cell that looked to be about 15 x 15, with benches along each side and padded mats stacked opposite a toilet and water fountain on the back wall. Nick seemed nervous when he looked at the two drunks sharing his cell, but I was relieved that all the talk of gang-members was just to scare us. I tried not to verbally groan at the thought of us being separated when Tut made it clear I wasn’t going to be in this cell. Instead he had me follow him down a long hall to a newer portion of the jail which connected to the long-term cells, which housed the rare local criminal charged with up to 90 days. Luckily they each had their own cells on the next level up, so right now I was the only resident of a cell twice the size of the one Nick was in. I was pleasantly surprised to see that this cell had benches not just along the walls, but a row in the middle as well. Plus the toilet and drinking fountain were tucked behind a small partition, giving me at least a little privacy. Tut told me he had to finish my paperwork, but in about 30 minutes most of the staff would be going home, leaving him as the only person on duty for this area. As he walked away I stared intently at his tight blue slacks, hoping to see a sign that his cock might be hard in them. I picked a spot half way down the back wall of benches and found that I could only be seen from the chest up. This encouraged me to reach back into my jumpsuit and fondle my cock and balls. I still didn’t seem to be able to get hard, so I decided to see if I could jumpstart my dick with a little finger play around my hole. I hit the can quickly to be sure my ass was clean, and was surprised at how easily my soapy finger bottomed out in my tiny hole. My cock started to throb to hardness while I worked the finger in and out, imagining my girlfriend’s tits, but accidently including Nick’s hard cock or Tut’s open shirt revealing his thick mat of black chest hair and O’Malley’s shirt sleeves stretching across his broad shoulders and biceps, before sinking down into the small waist of his pants. I looked towards the entrance to be sure I was alone and realized, from this seat, I could see all the way out the windows opposite the cell, and into the windows of the older part of the building, including the officer’s booth and the room where we’d be stripped searched. By the time I’d gotten to full mast, I had two fingers in my ass and a third knocking at the door. Just in time, Tut stood up from the officer’s station computer, and walked out. I tried standing a little taller to catch a glimpse of where he went, but there was no need. Less than a minute passed before Tut and the Hispanic clerk led two young men into the strip room. Both around my age or maybe a few years older, one was white, as tall as Tut, covered in tats and shredded. His 6 pack had a 6 pack. The other was a black guy, a few inches shorter, but probably still taller than my 6 feet, with a couple tattoos. He wasn’t as ripped but had way more muscle mass. He probably could have ripped me in half like a phone book. My cock was twitching in anticipation as they disrobed. I would guess most men would probably be too short for me to see much other than belly buttons and up, but these two were just tall enough that as each pulled out his dicks, I could see all of Whitey’s Dick, including the snake tattoo running the length, and all but the very low-hanging head of the black guy. I moaned outloud and worked the third finger in. A ding signaled an elevator door opening from the corridor past my cell that led to the upper levels. Scrambling to pull up my discarded briefs and jumpsuit, I accidentally caught my foot in the ads of the briefs, ripping it open an out an inch right where the rear fabric meets the fly. I barely got them to my knees, and sat back on the john as a chubby latino guard rounded the corner and did a head count of 1, me, and radioed it to the guard station. I don’t know a lot of Spanish, but I did manage to get him referring to me as the ‘maricon’ with la pingita Bonita, Aka the fag with the pretty little prick. Shamed, I remembered myself, and pulled on my clothing. Drugs might have made me horny and clouded my judgment, but I wasn’t going to go queer just because my hole felt hungry. I just managed to get my jump suit back on when the two thugs, now redressed, rounded the corner. “Hey Charlie, you’ve got roommates now. This is Derrick and Dante, in to sleep off their buzz, but I think they can do it better with you than in the tank. They will keep you company while you enjoy the view.” Tut directed them inside the cell and flashed another knowing smirk. He must have seen me watching the step search. This guy should be a detective. Before Tut had even finished locking the door, Derrick and Dante proceeded to shed their shirts and saggy shorts leaving Derrick in a wife beater and boxers, and Dante in just his boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide his black anaconda from my indiscreet eyes. “tut was right, you are one of the brotherhood, ain’tcha?” Derrick was opening groping his tattooed cock through his ratty boxers as he wondered over and sat right next to me. “what? Brotherhood? I dunno what you…” I trailed off when Dante joined in the fun but massaging his growing lump. “its cool son. Tut told us you like Dick sometimes. Don’t mean you a faggot, just means you need a bro to reload yo tank wit baby batter.” Dante revealed the head of his uncut black monster from the leg of his undies as he finished explaining my urges, which only furthered my belief that this had to be a dream. “I’m not, I mean, I don’t do that shit man. That officer, tut, he is fucking with me is all. I got a girl on campus and I’m just high right now.” It took me a moment to realize I was still watching them jerk while I clung desperately to my hetero life. “I feel dat Charlie. My first time tryin Tina, I was pounding this sweet teenage cunt for 10 hours straight before she passed out. Hitchin my way home, this queen ol white faggot agrees to trade me a ride if he can swallow this shit,” Dante took this opportunity to extract his full 9 inches of uncut mahogany. “so I pounded his throat and pussy for another 4 hours. Now I get all my crystal free from ol fairies like dat, and I get to bust a nut on they face too.” “looks like this preppy asshole is still getting used to partyin with cousin Tina, Dante. Yo chuckie, how long you been partyin?” Derrick lowered his boxers and pulled out a thin 7 inch cut woody with the snake now fully exposed. His cock was not as big as Dante’s, but his balls were gigantic, and somehow he’d managed to keep his prince albert even though I’m sure that should have been confiscated during his search. “what time is it? 2ish? About 4 hours.” I couldn’t help it, I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid it to my waist. “nah bro, not how long this trip, how long since you first partied ever?” Derrick took the opportunity to reach over and pull my shirt up, uncovering my 4 pack and decent pecks, all covered in downy chestnut hair. He began to stroke my nips and run his tattooed fingers through the fuzz. “about 4 hours. Hypothetically if I was high, which I would never be, especially in jail, then hypothetically I might have had to swallow some Tina and g. But if anyone is listening or if either of you is working for the police, again, this is all hypothetical.” Dante chuckled at my paranoia, and came over to my other side. “Damn Charlie man, it’s your first party and you are spending it like this? That’s not cool dawg. Dante, you think you can talk T into a visit upstairs?” Derrick said, scooting closer so his arm was around my shoulder. Dante nodded and reached down into my jumpsuit, firmly grasping my ass before winking at me and walking to the Plexiglas door and pressing a small button. It dawned on me that the button would call Tut or whoever else was on duty, and I asked if we should get decent. Both guys laughed at me. “what’s up D? Ah, I see you are warming up the rookie I lined up for you, you guys can’t think I still owe you more?” Tut had unbuttoned his top three buttons on his uniform shirt and had obviously been working his cock, which I could finally make out in his blue slacks. I was extremely confused when he mentioned owing Dante and Derrick, since they were locked up and yet I was beginning to learn that nothing was what I expected here. “nah pig, you done fine by me, but dis boy is in on his first party ride and you know dat shit ain’t right. You think he needs a trip up top? Seems fair since you was da reason he took it in da first place.” Dante must have convinced Tut, because he immediately opened the cell and told me to pull up my jumpsuit but keep it unzipped. He cuffed me and led me back into the hall, radioing O’Malley as he firmly directed me to the elevator I’d heard buzz before. Part two Moments later I found myself inside the jails main surveillance room, a dark windowless room with a few dozen screens making up one wall and a few desks with individual viewing stations spread through it. On the elevator ride up I’d assumed we were going to a private cell on the 2nd or third floors for privacy. Tut showed me on the screens in front of him that the only places where the cameras couldn’t see consisted of the back row of my holding cell, one corner of the guards’ station and this very room. That was why he brought me up here to do what he had planned. My mouth was watering at the thought he might let me suck on the still mysterious bulge in his trousers, but no such luck. Imagine my total surprise when he whipped out an odd looking pipe and a small bag of crystals identical to those I’d swallowed earlier, except 4 times as many. “if I’d known you were a virgin with this too, I’d have snuck you up here as soon as I got this stuff from Dante.” He said, while demonstrating how to light the pipe. I’d only smoked pot a few times, so this was entirely foreign to me, which is why I thought he was kissing me when he pulled me close to shotgun the smoke into my mouth. I got the drift when the cloud was blown in my face and caught the last of it before Tut really did pull me in for an urgent kiss. Removing my cuffs, and handing me the pipe, tut explained once more how to light it. I thought I was doing well until he saw my exhale, and demanded I get a hit ‘like a man.’ So he held it and lit it for me, and that inhalation was so big I almost passed out. We passed the pipe a few more times before I really started to feel it, at which point I forgot to be straight, and reached for Tut’s bulge. “hold on Charlie boy, I’ll get it out for you to play, if you’ll lose the suit and let me see that bubble butt again.” He didn’t have to ask me twice. I was stripped to my briefs before he’d undone a single button on his fly, allowing me to take over and rip it open. Onside he wore a jockstrap which was stretched to capacity with the biggest Dick I’d ever seen. 9 inches at least and as big around as my fist, this meat was perfect. I worked the tight foreskin down over his head a few times, eliciting a moan. He followed my groping with some of his own, stretching a hand behind me and pressing it between my cheeks in search of my hole. When he realized the fresh rip allowed him to get his fingers inside me, he almost took me right there on the floor of the dark room. Instead he bent me over a desk and tore the briefs further so he could eat my hairy butt. I thought it was a weird idea until I felt it happening and finally understood that I was destined to be a bottom bitch after that moment. Once his tongue had me loosened, Tut whipped out the crystals once more and inserted a couple directly into the spit-sloppy sphincter. “once those melt, you’ll be ready for me to pluck that cherry. In the meantime, we gotta get you back downstairs before Derrick and Dante flip out over me taking their toy.” Tut rebuked his pants and I stepped back into the jumpsuit. Some quick thinking before we left inspired him to take some scissors and slice the rear end of my jump suit, so he could have three fingers working my rosebud all the way back to the cell. Once we checked that we’d gotten everything, I looked up once more at the monitors and caught Nick balls deep in the throat of some young twinky looking drunk in his cell. Hopefully he’d have enough left over to give me a shot at it too. As soon as the door to the cell shut, Dante and Derrick could tell I was spun to a new level. Before either one could say one more word to convince me to try sucking their dicks, I was already on my knees behind the middle bench, working my first ever black cock into my throat. “aw fuck yeah faggot, suck that Dick.” The Tina had dried out my throat, otherwise I was damn near positive I could have had him all the way to the short and curlies. I only pulled off somi could try the snake on my other side. Somehow I’d expected I’d choke on the ring dangling from Derrick’s Dick head, but it seemed just as easy as Dante’s. Meanwhile, Dante discovered the easy access panel on my butt and began working his fingers inside me. “puck Derrick, this cunt has been prepped wit a booty bump I think. I bet I could get his cherry.” Dante began to work his cock through the cloth barriers towards his fingers, when O’Malley’s voice stopped him. “you do that and Tut will break it off. He claimed this one as soon as he saw him outside Andre’s. Besides, you guys need to cool it. Hector is on his way down for his last headcheck before we dim the lights for the night.” Both guys hurried to dive back into their street clothes while I wobbled to the bench. Sure enough O’Malley had just turned the corner towards the old building when we heard the elevator ding and Hector appeared from the other direction. “unos, dos, tres in cell b,” he read into his radio. “time for bed chicas.” He laughed at his own joke before hitting the switch which shut down all but a third of the overhead light fixtures. Once we were clear, my thug cellmates took off everything and began tag-teaming my throat. “damn bro, he’s already got me close.” Derrick said right before we heard the cell door unlock. “Good, let him get you off, but just pull out before he swallows it. I want you to shoot on his hole so I don’t ruin him on his first go around.” I didn’t need to look to know that the voice belonged to Tut, or that the following clomps and rustles were from his clothing hitting the floor. “fuck Tut, I been waiting years to see you seed some ass, get that ramrod over here and make dis bitch scream. Is O’Malley coming too?” Dante moved out of my sight, leaving only Derrick and his sweaty, rippling tattooed muscles. I heard Tut begin to explain when O’Malley would be joining us, only to be interrupted by the announcement that Derrick was gonna shoot. Quicker than a speeding sperm load, Derrick whipped me around and bent me over the bench. I jumped when he managed to rip the jumper and briefs even further, and got his piercing and most of his dick head inside me. He might have gone further, but not with a hole as tight as mine and how close he was. “FUUUUUUUUCCCKKK BITCH HERE IT CUUUUUUUMS!” I felt very little actual response in my hole considering how long his grunts and thrusts continued. It was almost a full two minutes before his soft head slid back out. I reached back to feel if there was any difference and was rewarded with a slimy, sloppy open butthole. Tut and Dante wasted no time in getting me on my back on the center bench, with Tut between my legs and Dante straddling my head. Tut’s cock must have grown another half inch to an inch since I’d seen it before, but there was no chance to double check since Tut slammed most of it inside me on his first thrust. In spite of the rimming, fingering and booty bump, I was still a virgin teenager, and I screamed bloody murder until Dante’s cock shut me up. Once Tut managed to slide it all the way in, it took no time at all to work his way up from slowly working a few inches at a time, to pounding me balls deep like a jack rabbit. Somewhere in my drugged haze I heard Tut welcome O’Malley and another guy in to watch ‘some bitch’ (me) get his v-card punched. O’Malley responded with something funny about my hole definitely ‘getting punched,’ but I couldn’t really see or hear anything with Dante’s legs around my head. I never wanted either of them to stop, but Tut had other plans, pushing Dante away so he could lean in close over me and look me in the eye when he informed me he was seeding my hole. The sound he created as he dumped a gallon of jizz up my guts, was somewhere between a cry and a roar. Unlike Derrick’s deposit, I didn’t need to reach down to be sure Tut was cumming inside me, each pulse of sperm caused his cock to expand and contract against my prostate. I reached for my aching, stiff rod, but Tut told me no. I tried to lock my legs around his neck to keep him inside me, but Tut easily overpowered me, and told Dante to resume fucking my face while he got the next dude to tuck my sweet creamy hole. I had no idea who else was now in the room, since my vision was blocked by Dante’s massive meat in my face or by Tut’s hulking hairy chest. I decided I could care less who the next Dick in me was once it lined up with my hole and sank in. I wondered if this cock belonged to O’Malley since it was almost as big as Tut’s and his was the only one I hadn’t seen. My anticipation was short lived when Dante dismounted to keep from cumming too soon. Looking up I immediately recognized the blond thin body that was violating my raw buns as belonging to “Nick!” His closed eyes popped open when I cried out his name, and his first response was to pull out. Just in the ‘nic’ of time I managed to grasp his hips and pull him back in, insisting he continue pounding me. “holy shit Charlie. They told me you were upstairs. They said there was a cumdump in here for me to seed and I was so fucking horny bro, I swear I had no idea it was you. I didn’t even see you until” I leaned forward and pulled his tee shirt until he was close enough that I could make him shut up by shoving my tongue in his mouth. That was too much for poor Nicky, and 30 seconds later I took his load right along side Tut’s and Derrick’s. He barely caught his breath when Dante tossed him off my ass and took over. I yelled out something about discussing it later before being force fed O’Malley’s red-framed 7 inch cut slab. Before the next shift came in at 6am, I managed to take 11 loads. I swallowed one each from O’Malley and Dante, and was bred by two from nick, two from Tut, two from Derrick, and one from Dante, O’Malley and some random inmate from upstairs who bred me doggy style. My first time bottoming and I never even saw one of the men who bred me. Once the morning shift arrived, I was processed and released on bond. Nick and I were awkward for the next few weeks until we had to appear in court. The night before we were set to go in, we got together to verify we had all the necessary paperwork. He was in my room for less than five minutes before he had my legs over my head and began working his Dick in my tight hole. Thank goodness my roommate was gone that night, because Nick stayed over and continued breeding me until we left for court. It turns out the evidence was filed incorrectly, and we both got off Scott free. Officer Tutelli was kind enough to come inform us in person at the court house. He also informed us that we could get picked up for drunk and disorderly whenever we felt like coming back for seconds. We took him up on that offer then and there. What followed was three days of gang-bangs and drugs that finally settled it. I plead guilty on all counts of being born a bottom bitch boy

My sister came home for the weekend with her husband and her three kids. She wanted to see my parents and me (since I was to graduate high school the next week). I stayed home because I was really tired from playing sports this whole weekend and hanging out with my buddies. The morning in question I got up fairly late, and the house was so quiet I thought no one was home. Since it was quite warm, I decided to take a leisurely swim in our backyard pool. I put on a speedo and went outside. I was so surprised when I saw my brother-in-law relaxing in the water. I had never seen him without full attire. He was formerly in the Marines, and now has his own construction company. He is a nice guy but with a quiet and withdrawn personality. As soon as he saw me, he asked me (almost commanded me) to get in the pool. I did not hesitate, if only because I wanted see his body better. He continued, saying no one would return late afternoon, and everyone else had gone to Magic Mountain. While I can't say I was particularly interested in visiting the amusement park, I was wondering why I hadn't been invited. Turns out he specifically had arranged to be left alone with me, telling my parents he wanted to talk to me talk to me about a couple of things. He then climbed out of the pool, and gestured for me to join him in the lounge chairs under the patio awning. While I got a towel to dry myself, he just laid on the lounge chair....completely naked. He was naked. I thought he was wearing swim trunks, but I was mistaken. I could not help but stare at his HUGE XXXXXXL cock (it must have been close to 12 inches and thick as a beer can). I thought to myself how fuckin' lucky my sister was and now I see why they have three kids. With a cock like that she may end up having thirteen kids. He looked at me and motioned for me to go over to him. Without saying a word I walked over to him. I sat down in the lounge chair next to him and pretended not to notice his cock. He took my hand suddenly and put it on his cock. He said to me while smiling...."If you think it feels big in your hand, wait till I knock up and stretch out that faggot sissy cunt ass of yours with this horse cock" I was beyond surprised: I was shocked. I could not take my eyes off his cock. He looked at me and said, "You know why we your sister and I came over this weekend ?" I said "Yes -- because I am graudating from high school and you wanted to see my Mom and Dad." He said, "That is the reason that your sister came here. Not me." I said "Well then, why did YOU come then?" He looked over at me, and smiled, saying "Since you decided not to go to college in the fall, you parents thought it would be a good idea for you to start working. And I think they are right. Your work is going to start as of today. Consider today the beginning of your new job with your new boss. You never say 'no' to me. You do what I want, when I want and how I want, and you will be a very happy young man with anything and everything you could ask for. Now like I said you have your first and most importsnt project at hand. Get to work on it, boy!" Guys, this is a true story. My sister left a half hour ago with her husband and kids. I have four loads of his cum still dripping out my (now stretched out) ass. My throat, mouth and jaw still hurts and is still full of the cum taste from all the cum I swallowed. He wants me to be his assistant at work and his personal sex toy. I love my sister and hate the thought of doing this to her behind her back, but at the same time he wants me, and I cannot even think of anything else now except being around him and taking care of his needs. My sister treats him like shit anyway. She always nags and complains and treats him like he is just there to bring money home for her and the kids. So yeah, let me enjoy his cock and cum --- and my sister OH WELL !!!!!

Was talking online to this Indian guy who asked if I liked groups and wanted me to come by while he was working yesterday to get fucked. Wanting to get in some fun before it was supposed to snowstorm in Atlanta today, I said yes. I headed over right at noon per his request to what I found was a small cleaners in a neighborhood shopping strip. I had some shirts that needed laundered so I entered the store with them not sure if I was in the right place or not. I got my laundry ticket and then the guy behind the counter smiled and rubbed his crotch to let me know I was in the right spot. He wasted no time turning off the counter lights and locking the front door as he guided me into the back. I was surprised to find two other employees in the back area with their pants down showing hard uncut cocks. I quickly stripped and got on my knees and sucked both hard cocks as I felt lube being applied to my ass from the third. They wasted no time alternating fucking my mouth and ass for the next hour eventually turning me on my back with my legs in the air getting pounded for over an hour til all three had dumped loads in my ass and left me to clean myself up as they secured the business. I reached in my pocket for the laundry receipt knowing I would be back soon...

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. It wasn't based on any of my experiences either 😉 Unlike previous stories I've posted, it's not going to go on forever and there are only two main characters. There are only 7 parts. ------------------------------------ ---- Part 1 ---- My balls hurt, my dick hurt, I was exhausted and yet I'd never felt so alive. My whole body tingled in a good way that it hadn't since I spent that first weekend in college with Paul. He had just left to catch his flight back home with the last of the nine loads I'd given him that weekend safely plugged in his ass. I could feel his cum drip down my leg and it reminded me of all of those times we'd fucked over the past few years, almost daily when we were in school. We hadn't met face to face since we graduated over a year ago, but we talked and texted all the time. He took a job out west and I found one on the opposite side of the country. Now he was my ex, but we were still friends. While we had been boyfriends in college for three years, we also fucked other guys. I was more of a bottom and he was one of those 99% tops. I think I fucked him once the entire time we dated, every other guy I topped was either a hookup or a friend. Let me rewind a little, to where I think our reunion all began. I really liked my job and it paid more than I ever thought I would get as a fresh-from-school guy. It was a varied group of people and I'd made a few friends there. Some of them would meet on Fridays after work at a bar and chill out and I was almost always there. The project was coming to and end and one of the guys told me "just FYI, this is probably the last pub meet until the project ends. The next month is going to be brutal." A few of the other guys nodded and one, who I knew was the other gay guy on my project team, said "Yeah, only a few hours to sleep each day and no time to even jack off during your morning shower before you're back at work." The comment shocked me but I could tell from his reaction that he was telling the truth. It meant I really needed to find a hookup that weekend or else I would probably go crazy by the end of the project. I knew I couldn't last more than a week without at least some sexual gratification and a month would be hell. First, I needed to catch up on all the other boring shit so that I was prepared until I got my life back. A run to the megamart got enough frozen dinners and cans of soup, along with other necessities to last me for the next four weeks. Several other stops meant that I spent Saturday night doing laundry instead of looking for dick. I tried to fix that on Sunday though. Sunday had different ideas. Everyone seemed to want to chat or meet for coffee or wanted more pictures. It was a nice early summer day, but all the top guys wanted to stay in their homes surfing instead of fucking. As each hour ticked by, my search criteria got wider. It's not that I was really picky, but I usually had better experiences with guys my own age and size. I knew, though, that I needed to get fucked and the city was crowded with tons of other bottoms. I wasn't a model, but I thought I looked good and the time spent at the gym the past nine months had firmed up my physique. The six-pack was still a ways off, but my formerly twink shape was now getting some muscle in my arms and legs, and the rest was getting more defined. I was naturally smooth and I'd switch between a small trimmed bush I had now and shaved pubes around my average sized cut cock. Even my bubble butt was firmer than it had ever been. The longer I looked, the hornier I got. I even started looking at versatile guys, which in my experience meant that they topped only during a full moon. That's where I found him. His body had a few extra pounds and he was a few years older than me, but the cock pic is what got my eye. Eight inches of upward curving manhood that I bet would feel really good inside me. A few messages later told me that he'd checked out of his hotel and was hoping to fuck another ass before going to the airport for his flight home. While I didn't like inviting strange guys to my apartment, if I wanted dick from this guy that's what I'd have to do. There weren't any other good possibilities, either. He was even more generic when he showed up. No infectious smile, no jewelry, no ink, just a pair of big brown eyes that seemed to be looking deep into my soul. Oh, and a silly little soft mustache over his lip that really didn't fit his face. But it was his dick that I wanted. A couple minutes later, we were both naked and I was sucking on his cock. The curve made it hard to deep throat in the position he seemed to like, but I got it slick with my spit and was soon on my knees on the bed. He hard fucked me doggy for a while, which was surprising since he was so quiet otherwise. After drilling me like that for fifteen minutes, he tossed me on my back and fucked a little softer for another fifteen minutes. I remembered looking up at his big brown eyes as he pumped the first of three loads of cum inside me and I realized he had fucked me bare. I never did that with hookups, but we were both really horny and the subject of condoms never came up. It had turned me on though, since as soon as I felt the first spurt of his cum, I shot my own surprisingly big load over my chest. A quick rest and we started up with round two which was nearly the same as round 1. It repeated again for the third time, but while the time was shorter, the load felt just as big. Two hours later, he walked out of my apartment to catch his plane and I laid there feeling my hole ache from the abuse it had just taken. It wasn't long and I was sound asleep. Monday morning, I woke up and hit the bathroom. A small bit of cum dribbled out of my ass and when I got off the toilet, I looked in the bowl and there were a few splotches of red inside the cream floating in the water. With as sore as my hole was, I wasn't really surprised. I realized I had to get showered and off to work for the "final push" to finish the project on time and not piss off the customer. The next few weeks were a blur. Sixteen hour days were the norm and we worked the first two weekends just like they were weekdays. A few nights I even slept at work and we all joked about wearing the same clothes for a few days at a time. None of the guys shaved the entire time and we all looked really scruffy after the first week. Some of the guys had pretty decent beards by the end of the second week and I was surprised at how good I looked with facial hair. The task list was down to only a few items by Wednesday on the third week and I was just helping out other people. Thursday morning I woke up feeling really rough and sweaty. I took a long shower and made it to work a little late. As the day wore on, I felt worse and worse. Friday morning I felt like death, but I knew corpses wouldn't ache like I did. "Corey, you look like hell. We're almost done, go home and get some rest. You really worked your ass off these past three weeks and I appreciate it. But... no sense killing yourself. Recharge those batteries and we'll call you if we need you" my boss said, keeping some distance between us in case I had something contagious. I went back home and by noon I was sound asleep. I woke a few times, always sweating and feeling sore all over. Saturday was the same except the glands in my neck were swollen and hard, and I had a few places on my body covered in rash. I had always slept naked but now I was varying between feeling frozen and boiling, so either I was on top of the covers or buried deep under every blanket I owned. Sunday was more of the same but I was starting to feel a little better. By evening, I could even eat one of the two dozen cans of soup I'd bought. I had just finished one when my phone rang. "Shit... I hope it's not work" I thought to myself. "Hey, dude! I was about ready to send out a search party. I haven't heard from you for a few weeks and you never returned my calls" Paul said with a mixture of cheerfulness and concern. "I feel like shit. Been living at work trying to finish a project and I guess I ran myself down. Been home sick since Friday" I replied. "Damn, that sucks. You should be out enjoying the warm weather and guys in speedos, looking for the biggest bulge" Paul replied with a chuckle. "Fuck, I haven't had time to even think about sex. Good thing I hooked up with that guy before work took over my life" I told Paul, trying to remember what the hookup looked like and all I could remember was his cock. Paul replied "Good. Hope he was a fun fuck. It's been a week since my last and my dick is getting hard when I see almost any guy." I laughed but my chest still hurt and the rash was even bigger than it was on Saturday. "Yeah, strange but good. Broke my condoms-only rule for hookups but he was pretty good. Fucked me hard doggy and then flipped me on my back and was slower and more sensual until he built up speed and then came by the gallon. We did that three times before he took off" I explained. "He bred you three times in one day? I think I only did that a couple times with you. He must have been one hot dude for you to give it up like that" Paul replied. He knew I usually played safe with anyone other than a boyfriend. "Nah, pretty plain, actually. Nice dick and these big eyes that he stared at me with while he fucked me on my back. Pretty quiet too, just a loud growl when he shot his load. He had a weird grin on his face after the last shot and before he pulled out. All I expected was a pump and dump, but I won't complain about two hours of good sex" I replied, before I drank more water and still felt dehydrated. "Oh? Sounds like a memorable fuck, even if the guy wasn't. Uh... what are your symptoms?" Paul asked. He sounded really curious, which I thought weird but I told him how I had felt. The more I talked he'd keep responding with "hmm" or "mmm." Another chill ran through my body and I pulled the blanket back over me. "Uh... Corey... I think you should probably get tested. That hookup might have given you more than a good time. Those symptoms sound close to what I've heard you get when you convert to being HIV positive" Paul told me. "What? No... It was just a regular fuck. It didn't feel any different... other than he was better than most hookups" I said, my mind spinning at warp speed. "Yeah, maybe. No harm in finding out. Wait until you're feeling better and hit a clinic or your doc. Nothing to freak about, anyway" Paul responded, casually. All I said was "OK" as I started to freak out, but quietly. "I gotta go. Let me know what happens" Paul said before hanging up. Monday I still felt like crap and my boss was understanding. "Just get better, there's only a couple people here and the rest are catching up on sleep from the past few weeks. Oh, and the customer is really happy, so it wasn't in vain" he said. Wednesday I finally felt good enough to go to work and by Friday I was almost back to normal. Paul's words still haunted me and I wondered what I should do. The next Tuesday after work I went to a clinic up in boystown that did free STD testing. I had been there before and was a little more relaxed than the first time I went, but still nervous. Friday I went in to get the results. I was stunned and just wandered home and collapsed on the couch for the next few days.

It had been days since i swallowed a load or bred a hole, which is unusual for me lately, so i decided to remedy that by going to a local sex store with gloryholes and theaters. Best decision I've made in a while. I walk in and immediately go to a booth with a glory hole. In mere moments there's a decent daddy cock coming through the hole. I drop to my knees and get to work sucking on him for a few minutes when he pulls it away and whispers in the hole that he's coming to my booth. I unlock the door and there he is, dropping his pants and pulling out that daddy dick for me to worship. I go to work when I hear the door to the booth next to us open and close. A few moments later, there's a big black cock sliding through the hole. It had to have been about 8 inches, and decently thick. The daddy and I scoot closer to the glory hole so I can swap from giving the daddy and the black cock head. This goes on until the daddy starts shooting his nice load down my throat while I jack off the black cock. After the last drop, the daddy leaves my cubby and I turn around to go to town on the anonymous black cock but it's gone. I'm bummed out for just a second before I hear my cubby open and see the other guy come in and whip his big monster out. Now I can see he has a full bush and big heavy balls - my favorite combo! I get to work sucking on his cock, licking his balls, til he gives me a huge load deep in my throat about 10 minutes later. We both walk out of the booth together and he leaves, but I stick around. After a few minutes I see a guy my age, mid to late 20's and we make eye contact. I walk to the theater playing gay porn and he follows. Theres only two others in the theater, not doing anything but watching, so I sit down. The young guy comes in, sits next to me, makes eye contact and pulls his pants down, showing me a massive 8 inch beer can thick, fully shaved dick with massive full balls. I drop to my knees and get to work, feeling him get harder and bigger in my mouth while the other guys watch. More and more guys come in and enjoy the show of me working over this monster. They start getting their cocks out, other guys start giving head to each other, all watching the show I'm putting on. This goes on until one of the guys jacking off walks up quickly and starts shooting his load all over me. I drop the dick in my mouth and open wide, trying to catch any cum but most of it went on the floor, so I go back to working that monster until he gives me his load in my mouth. He quickly runs out of the theater. I look around, and see a guy I've chatted with on scruff about fucking bareback, and see he leaves the theater, so I follow him. He's clearly leading me back to the cubbies, and I see him go in one and winks at me. The one he went in doesn't have a glory hole so I just go in and join him. We make out for a bit, I reach around and feel his loose hole and he lets out a moan. He pulls out some lube, slathers my 7inch thick cock with it, and bends over ready to be fucked. It's the way it should be - no talk of status, no thought of a condom, just raw cock in a hole. As I slide in, i hear guys outside the booth talking about the "hot show" they got in the theater. It turned me on that all those daddies enjoyed me doing what comes naturally - being a cock sucker. That turned me on and i start fucking this hole hard, grabbing his shoulders and going to town on his ass, until I get close and start cumming, moaning loudly so all the other guys can hear what's happening. I pull out and the bottom turns around and cleans my cock with his mouth, getting every last drop the way a cum dump should. I pull up my pants and leave, satisfied with three loads in my stomach and knowing my cum will be used as lube by one of the other daddies there.

I definitely read bios. It very often keeps me from wasting time and energy on trying to make a connection that has zero chance. I might see a potential prospect, and the stats look good, but the text explains “Not really interested in older” - okay, then, not really a likely target. ”I love a man’s feet” - Nope. ”Looking for someone to cuddle with” - Run far away. [vers top] “I really like to get fucked in all my holes” - Riiiight. Vers Top, you say? ”I’ll make you bleed” - You’ll have to catch me first. ”Love piss, gunge, filth” - We’re not compatible, thank you. Any one of these conversations, once begun, could only end badly. Best to avoid them by spending just a couple of extra seconds reading the bio.

ASSMUNCH ************************** Why was I going into that memory again? I thought I’d put it in a plain unmarked box, taped tightly shut, as far back in my head as I could get it. I didn’t want to think about Kevin, about the tears, about losing him, about the choices I’d made that left both of us broken. Walking down the hall to where Sleeper waited found me reliving it all and how I carefully disappeared him so we could both get on with our lives. Joining the Army I had rid myself of Tom, my given name, and started using Andrew, my middle name. I couldn’t be Tom in the Army. The Army would eat Tom alive, chew him up and spit him out. I had to be Andrew, tough, closed off and fully committed to a career in the military. Andrew never gave control to anyone. Andrew never lost himself. And Kevin needed to, deserved to, have a guy share his life who could be fully open to him. He was half a world away at MIT, hopefully excelling in the Engineering program that would ensure a comfortable life. The distance between Boston and Germany was enough to allow us both to move on. I hoped. My leash had to be tight. Fuck! Go away, Kev. Please go away. I crushed the feeling swelling up inside me, before it broke me again. So the latrines had a supply room at the end of the sinks and toilets. It wasn’t big, just 5’ by 5’, with a utility sink. It had a lock, but of course basic locks meant nothing to trained soldiers in our MOS. Silent entry was a section of our breach training. We were learning everything from blowing a hole in shit to mechanical manipulation. It all boiled down to one rule our Ranger instructor said - there’s ALWAYS a way in. Not that we were anywhere near ready to be loosed upon the battlefield. I liked that instructor. Lt. FUHA (Flagpole Up His Ass) said we were lucky to get a Ranger to instruct us, that the timing worked out that his team happened to be back in Germany for debrief. Lt. FUHA threatened us for a full five minutes NOT to embarrass him or ourselves during instruction. He actually picked out specific brothers who weren’t allowed to speak or interact with our guest instructor to minimize the potential for us to look stupid. Demon was one of those. Surprisingly, so was Bootlicker. Don’t ask me why. Anyway, Capt. Simmons was the most relaxed officer I’d met to date. He had no use for rank address off mission, he said. Of course, if Sarge or Lt. FUHA were present we didn’t dare get lazy with our conduct or address. But when they left the room, Brian called us ‘boys’, ‘brother’, called us by our nicknames, told us we could call him Sir, Brian, Simmons, Captain, or Gutter, his callsign nickname. I’m almost certain Gutter referred to his apparent ability to eviscerate the enemy, not a channel for sewage and runoff. The dude was death on feet the way he moved. He had Zeus’ head squeezed between his thighs in two seconds. Zeus, who towered over him and outweighed him by 60 pounds. Zeus got stabbed in every kill spot, got his throat slit, finishing with the imaginary knife slamming up between his asscheeks right in the asshole to get jerked upwards slicing him from balls to ribs. Six seconds, start to finish. Gutter was sitting on Zeus’s face, his knees pinning Zeus’s arms, his armpits holding Zeus’s legs. After his kill, he played a drumroll on Zeus’s meaty ass while he said ‘never hold back. Kill fast, completely. Your enemy doesn’t deserve to suffer. And that’s not about kindness. It’s about removing the emotion from it and efficiency. If you want him to suffer, it means you care too much. You should not have feelings about your enemy. He is an obstacle between you and your mission.” He had his hands on Zeus’s hamstrings while he explained, looking like he was holding Zeus down for a gangbang. Zeus seemed perfectly relaxed with his ass spread wide, a large mound where his junk sat, and his face buried in Gutter’s hole. “Since Zeus here is being so cooperative now that I’ve killed him,” he lifted up off Zeus’s face and looked at him over his shoulder. “You good, brother?” Gutter asked. “I’m good.” Sitting back down he ass smashed Zeus’s face, I could tell Gutter was resting his full weight there. “This area here,” Gutter demonstrated, shoving his hand in the crack of Zeus’s ass, then slid it up over the bulging uniform of Zeus’s junk, “a guy will forget everything to protect it. Also, armpits and neck. It’s instinctive.” I noticed he was massaging Zeus’s crotch imperceptibly. “Make a move for these areas and your enemy loses form, gets out of position, leaving you an opening for the kill.” He finally let Zeus go, stood up and stretched out a hand to help Zeus up. “But I’m not here to teach you hand to hand, as pleasant as it was having Zeus hot-breathing my ass. Thank you, brother.” Zeus shrugged, not the least embarrassed. “My pleasure, Captain.” Like he was dealing cards or taking a hamburger off the grill rather than getting his face smothered by Ranger ass. Fucking deep, rumbling voice. And the inflection he used, as if it was all HIS idea to get slaughtered, teabagged, groped and laid out spread like a whore at a bachelor party. As if it was Gutter that got used. Zeus’s natural dominance made it difficult to figure out who got the best of who. I mean, lethal killer or indomitable God? Zeus gave off the distinct impression that Gutter only got to commit exactly the acts that Zeus graciously permitted. But Gutter was signaling that Zeus was no trouble at all to handle any way he chose. That the grope of his junk, digging into his asshole through his uniform, grinding his ass on God’s face was a deliberate act of dismissal. As if saying ‘yeah, you’re a God, but you still answer to me.’ When Titans meet, we mortals are unworthy to judge. Anyway, Gutter was the reason Sleeper and I wanted to try for Ranger School eventually. He was just a badass, and down to earth, easy going, confident , like a real big brother. He didn’t treat us like grunts, like we were stupid , clumsy or lacking skill. Even though we knew the wide gap between him and us, we felt like equals, like he accepted us. Sorry about the tangent. I’m supposed to be tonguing Sleeper’s tight white ass, not dancing down memory lane. Stay on mission, soldier. Acquire your target. The target sat naked on the utility sink. Fuck, my dude was awe inspiring. He wasn’t trying to be sexy, I know, leaning back against the wall behind the sink, his ass perched on the front edge so his asscheeks were half exposed, legs spread casually hanging down, just two inches of his crack visible below his long loose nuts that covered his entire taint. His skin was so white, except for the farmer’s tan from his biceps to his fingers, and his neck and face. Dark hair, dark eyes. His meaty muscles bulging. One hand played with his semi hard cock, the other feeling up his right tit. As if the sight of me was the signal he waited for, his legs came up, spread, and folded back along his torso, exposing his perfect, tiny turd button. His hand moved down off his dick, to rub his middle finger over his smooth, hairless hole. “Get that magic tongue in here, bro. I gotta cum, bad.” I wasted no time. Placing my hands on both cheeks, I squeezed and massaged them. I pulled them further apart, stretching his gap, rotated them in circles, pushed them together. I’d learned that eating ass was more than tonguing hole. It was best as a whole experience, no pun intended. I’d learned that a dude’s dick actually started at his taint, which hid some of the muscles that controlled his dick, AND his ass. That when a guy was on his back, that 12 o’clock on the pucker was the area that felt best, caused the most moaning and squirming. And I hadn’t learned it from eating Sleeper’s ass, it had been Kevin devouring my hole before plowing me mercilessly that taught me everything I knew. Kevin always took his time. Kevin never did it for me, to make me cum, to prepare me to get ass raped. He ALWAYS did it for his own enjoyment, and I learned that was the key. Fuck! Go AWAY Kevin! Back in your box. Of course I started at the top, but not with my tongue. I bit him with my lower teeth on his hole, my top teeth scraping his perineum. I let my chin scrape across him. Sleeper spread himself further unconsciously. “Fuck yes.” He moaned. I kissed his beautiful little starfish tenderly. Then licked his six, making sure my tongue didn’t touch his hole, staying below it by an inch. Another sensitive spot, just above his tailbone about two inches away from his sphincter. If you pressed on that spot, a dude’s asshole reflexively relaxed. Teasing Sleeper’s asshole open was too much fun. I gripped the mounded tube of his taint muscle and massaged and stroked it from the sides as I enjoyed the flavor of his lower ass channel, still avoiding the thing he wanted me to lick the most. “Oh God, Andrew.” He grunted, writhing his hips trying to move his hole to my mouth. I popped him hard on his ass. “No moving.” I warned him. He knew the rules, but still tested me every time. It amused me that he couldn’t grasp that I could make his body beg me to violate him, even if his mouth would never say the words. I know what he wanted, but even though it seemed I was on the submissive side of this interaction, it was Sleeper who was at MY mercy. I wasn’t servicing him, he was MY puppet. That was the trick to it, as Carol taught me. When you had the thing the other person wanted, you were actually the one in complete control. And using that to give a reward, or withhold pleasure tipped the balance of power. Driving your partner further into frenzy escalated sexual pleasure, and they willingly lowered barriers and reluctance. That was what kept Sleeper coming back. He knew I could drive him to lose control, and the challenge of retaining his dignity in the face of overwhelming desire was a knife edge that made him cum harder, longer and deeper than any other sex he’d ever had. So why was I doing this? For one simple reason. I was determined to make him break his own leash. I relished the thought of this slab of prime masculine hetero manhood finally recognizing his ass as the center of his pleasure while reconciling it with being straight, joining me in that sparsely populated club. And I was in a mood tonight. Maybe it was the fucked up week, maybe it was the alcohol, or finger banging Wanker’s cum-slick hole, or the revelation of Zeus being gay, or how I’d relived Kevin taking my ass cherry on his birthday, or all of the above. I didn’t examine it too closely, not caring why. I was slightly angry, hurting, and feeling like I needed payback for the huge hole I’d torn out of my soul and how I always sought to help everyone else while my heart screamed out for someone to help me. I completed the entire circuit of the area around his opening, biting, sucking, licking and chewing every square inch of his cheeks and valley. He was moaning incomprehensible garbage about needing it, please, his hole, go in, just touch it once, swearing he’d cleaned, even up inside, how he wanted to taste good for me, that he’d be good, wouldn’t move, and on about my tongue and mouth, describing them with his limited vocabulary of hard, slippery, warm. When he started in on gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, good, I knew it was time. His hole was pulsing, his pucker pushing out, then squeezing tight again, he was working it to entice me, demonstrating his willingness to give it to me for whatever I wanted to do to it, just please do SOMETHING. He had to have me dig deep into him. I flicked just the tip of my pointed tongue against his shitter, quick. He spasmed. “More” he panted. I gave him a full, pressing lick and pulled back again. His head was moving side to side, eyes closed. His hands gripped his ass, spreading it as far as it would go. I placed my open mouth over his hole and sucked hard, and I felt him flowering open, so I jammed my tongue into the soft inner flesh he exposed to me. “Oh fuck! Oh God yes, buddy. Deeper” and he grunted to push out and bear down even more. “Get in there, shove down on the outside….gggggnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh” I slipped my index finger up past my chin and rubbed his hole while I penetrated him orally. I swirled my tongue, tasting the sweet juice lining the interior. No, I’d never had the opportunity to do this to Kevin, it just never came up. It was always me on my back or my knees, or stomach where he wanted me. He dictated my every move, every position, every feeling. And after him, I never wanted anyone else go there on me, knowing it would pollute the limited memories I had of giving myself to him. Those had to stay pure, like my painful love for him. Go away. Please, Kevin. Please. I went full animal then, growling and drooling while I tore into Sleeper’s pristine temple of holy manhood, his inner sanctum. I was going to desecrate this amazing monument that was his muscle bound ass, the source of his athletic strength and power. He didn’t realize this wasn’t about him, it was about me and my need to make him feel what I felt when Kevin tore me up, and my desire to regain that feeling even if it was by proxy through Sleeper’s magnificent ass. “Holy fuck Andrew, what…. Fuck! Shit! I’m fucking cumming, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop trashing my hole, don’t you dare fucking stop, oh God, oh “ I jammed two fingers down to my knuckles right up into his prostate and ground into it as hard as I could. “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK” he screamed as he started shooting, not even touching his dick, both of his hands occupied by pulling his ass wide. I stood up suddenly, yanked my dick out of my shorts and shoved it in his ass, punching all the way inside him with a single movement. “FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Which was a complete lie because his cock was shooting even harder. He started bucking, his hands pushing at my hips, but I started hammering him into the fucking sink, making his head bounce off the wall. My first load greased his guts within five strokes. He punched me hard in the center of my chest, and I knew he was trying to hurt me. But he couldn’t put his body behind it because I was pounding the shit out of him and he was stuck against the wall. The sink was creaking beneath us. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his chest and kept thrusting up into him at just the right angle to punish his prostate like a punching bag. “You MOTHERFUCKER.” Spittle was flying from his mouth. “No! Not again! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK” And he shot again, his cum flying everywhere from his hard cock bouncing between us. He got a solid wad right in his handsome prick face and that pushed me into my second orgasm. I bent over on a powerful upstroke and licked his nut off his cheek, burying my 8 inches to the root and squirting the last few schools of swimmers deep. Chest heaving, I ripped my cock from my buddy’s used hole, causing him to cry out. “Well what the everlovin’ FUCK, bro?” He snarled. “Relax dude.” I said, unimpressed. I knew I needed to give him an out. Oh, I was fine with taking a beating if he needed to dish one out. Might be good to maybe feel something again, but I doubted even the worst ass whooping would get me where I needed. In spite of his anger, Sleeper wouldn’t try to seriously hurt me, and that was what I really needed: a no holds barred murderous rampage beating. I needed a violent purge, the sweet release of overwhelming pain, to be taken to the brink of death where the only choices were giving up or fighting to survive. But neither one of us needed the trouble that would bring, and Sleeper was a pure spirit, the kind of guy who didn’t want to hurt people. “I lost control, I was just as horny as you. I needed a hole. Sorry bro.” He gave me a pissed off look. “Then you owe me one, fucker.” “You got the last part right.” I laughed. “Fucker”. He stared at me for seconds, then a grin started at the corners of his lips. Then he busted out laughing. “Outstanding. Did you cum in me, man?” I nodded, holding up two fingers. “TWICE?” He reached down to feel his hole. “It doesn’t even hurt.” I shrugged. “I know what I’m doing. I picked the moment deliberately.” He pulled his fingers up to look at them, sniffed, then tentatively stuck his tongue out to taste. “Brojuice. Fine. I’m not mad having your cum in me. But you should have asked, bro.” “Asking would have ruined it. You know that man. Ruined it for both of us. Look, you’re not gay, I’m not gay, and that wasn’t about being pretty gay boyfriends.” His face expressed his disbelief. “Then what the fuck was it about, huh? And what if I wanted to be your pretty gay boyfriend?” I laughed. “You think you’re the pretty one? Dude I’m the pretty one.” “The fuck you are! Look at me. I’m a fucking gay wet dream.” “True. I think it’s that cum all over your face that seals it.” He grinned. “Yeah, you seemed to like it just fine, I noticed.” I grinned back, and took the opportunity to go lick the rest of his cum off his face. He let me, patiently turning his face, pointing to certain spots for me to lick. When I was done, I put my forehead on his. “Now we’re even. Better than blood brothers. I have your dna in me, and you’ve got mine in you.” He closed his eyes. “Brother.” Whispered. “Brother “ I whispered back. I must have been wrong about needing a beat down. This felt so much better. This almost felt real.

Are you being serious right now? Catholics also are against gay sex.

Doggystyle gets me going. Fat asses get me into a frenzy. Especially when the bottom has that beautiful line on his back. I start off with that position and end with that.

You will love my Toronto Team inspired uniforms, guys!

@Philip, I always read what's written, and I share your frustration about being asked to repeat information that's in my (fully filled-out) profile. A particular pet peeve is repeating the obvious in profiles. If you're muscular or work out x times a week, we'll be able to tell from your photos. And if you have to say that you're a "nice guy", it probably means that you have been accused of not being nice. @ErosWired, I agree, specific profiles help avoid conversations that will be awkward and that won't go anywhere. "Just want to cuddle" often is a red flag, as is the blank profile or the model-quality torso marked "looking for friends". @Japbtm, I love Grindr's new tags, but they really are just Tribes v2. Both generations of Grindr classifications suffer from the same design flaw: users don't know whether tribes and tags reflect what you are or what you are seeking in someone else. I have had a paid Grindr subscription for several years now. It pays for itself in the time I save from being able to limit the "cascade" (the grid of people) to people who (a) are currently online and (b) not only have a pic, but a face pic, specifically. If I could also remove profiles with distance display turned off, I'd be ecstatic. I don't want to have to guess how far apart we are, and it's possible to find any Grindr user's exact location from the locations of nearby users — a scary possibility, but nevertheless true for any location-based system that sorts profiles in order by distance.

When discrete instead of discreet began to appear in profiles, I figured the end of civilization was nigh on upon us. The guys who don't remember that last week they asked you to unlock your pictures and are again asking (after the pictures were unlocked and seen) really grind my gears.

Neither do I ... usually, when I see a fellow pig at the grocery store, we just exchange a hint of a smile ... he knows what my Cock does, and I know what his Hole does ...

take as long as you need .. for me - it's all about how you fuck me .. move me around .. use my hole the way you need .. and cum when you want ..

There are gays in my community that won’t give me the time of day in public or in front of their friends. Guess I have a cumdump reputation. However, these are the same gays that use my hole the most behind closed doors.

Your energy is wasted worrying about what “they” think. There is no “they” - there is no monolithic community of gays who all look at you and nod at each other in agreement (or snicker). There are only individuals, and each one of them is going to see you and what you do through the lens of his own experience and biases. And the way he reacts to you outwardly may not even reflect how he feels inwardly. Other posters above have laid out a range of ways in which others might perceive your behavior. Any of them could be correct. All of them may be. None of them mean anything unless you decide they do. Right now, your question suggests that you’ve decided that it does matter what the gay men around you think of your sexual promiscuity, but have you asked yourself why it matters? If you stand to lose a friendship, a job, the respect of someone whose respect you value, or some other social status dependent on others’ assessment of you, there may be reason to make a calculated assessment of what choice is in your better interest. But if it’s just a question of hearing some random sniggering in a darkened room and wondering if people around you are judging you, your analysis might need to be more about your own fears and insecurities and whether they’re causing you unnecessary distress. Almost no one who forms any sort of opinion about your sluttiness (my autocorrect tried to turn that into ‘slut finesse’, which ought to tell us both something) from an objective viewpoint - they’re all going ti come at it with bias, which means that you can always write off at least a portion of the reaction. But why would anyone think badly of such behavior in the first place? What’s inherently questionable about wanton intercourse? The social stigma against sluttiness has deep roots grounded in practical prevention of unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted disease, considerations that morphed into morals as they became incorporated into the doctrines of religions developed to control populations. So we sluts are up against a lot of history. And to be fair, some of the concern is still valid. When you and I get cunted a dozen times in a day, our holes do become places with the potential for STDs to have been gathered. By making ourselves as easily availably as humanly possible, we do create temptation for others, who may violate relationship commitments. And by fucking in volume, we do absorb a disproportionate share of the limited resource of Tops available. So certain criticisms may have to be borne, if you wish to be honest with yourself about who you are and what you do. But I think the majority of it is more likely to fall into the category of ill-concealed jealousy by men who would do exactly the same thing if they had the balls to do it that you do; or they’re men of weak character, low confidence and poor self-esteem who are trying to elevate themselves in the eyes of their peers by making themselves seem better than you. Does it serve you to give any weight to the opinions of these last sorts? I think not.

I personally don't care what the "community" thinks, but I also think the community is a bit disingenuous about cumdumps - and even barebackers in general. In uni, I lost count of the guys at the gay bars who would give me the evil eye because I was unashamed of my sluttiness. These same guys would find me on the gay chat rooms afterwards and message me for a fuck, and ask to fuck me raw as well. It's not about what the community thinks; it's never about what the community thinks. It's more about "what would my friends think", so they find avenues where their friends aren't looking.

In my opinion, the community doesn't have an opinion either way. Those will be as varied as the individuals who make up said community. Anyone who claims to speak for any community should seriously check their egos a bit. The people who want to be seen as "respectable" (whatever that means) may think a cumslut is a bad representative of The Gays™. The people who like an easy outlet sometimes will appreciate the work you do. The closet cases who will desperately unload in a hole before going back to their 9-to-5 will love and hate you in equal measure, because you "tempt" them - but they're the ones who give in and love it in the moment. So, yeah. Don't worry about what "the community" thinks. You know your own worth as a person, and if what you do makes you happy and isn't harming anyone else, then take those loads proudly! Slut. 😉

The guy who snickers at you in front of his friends now won't be snickering later that night when he's got you bent over in a dark corner, your ass is gripping his cock like a vise, and he's seconds away from nutting inside you. Regardless of what men say, they appreciate easy sexual outlets. Think of what it means for you to satisfy 10–20 men each week. After you've made them cum, they are ready to go back to being good husbands/boyfriends, good dads, good workers, etc. During crises like the one we are living through now, there's always glowing talk about "heroes". To me, bottom sluts who provide satisfaction to lots of men are the unsung heroes who keep society running.

I read them. When they have anything there to read. Which is far too seldom on Grindr. Sometimes I miss the days when only the intellectual elite were on the internet.

As a top that takes a while to cum, I must say that it’s a huge turn off to be asked if you’re done or to be told to hurry up. I have to work up to cumming. The other night, a guy I was fucking said while I’m fucking him, “Are you here to fuck or get off? I have another guy coming over, so I need you to cum.” I faked an orgasm and left. I fuck to enjoy it. This guy had no interest in enjoying it.

Just got home from taking the plunge, so to speak. I didn't expect him to have me spend the night but I'm glad he did. The partner was not involved as it was explained to me that he wasn't into a threesome with a hairy chubby guy which is an entire confusing contradiction since he partner is all those things. But I was more than fine with it just being the two of us. I was keeping my expectations low just but he was really good and patient. He had converted his guest room into a play room with a portable sling and could tell he did this frequently. We played for a couple hours before I led over to the sling. He fucked me good, bred me, and then sucked me. He said he wanted to make sure I got off before he got started. I don't know how long I spent in the sling with him trying to open me up with toys but there were sensations I've never felt before. It took forever though for him to get a fist in me and I thought he'd give up but didn't. We took a break for awhile and talked. He asked me if I wanted something to relax but told him poppers were the only thing I do anymore. He didn't push it too hard but I did end up accepting a little bit of his gatorade to take the edge off. He got me back in the sling and started working me again. He had me keep focusing on my breathing. When he finally got his thumb knuckle in it sent me into another dimension. The pain turned into an intense pleasure and was incredible. He really knew what he was doing and alternated between fist, toys, and his cock. His gatorade wore off and the sensations became way more intense and I loved it. He seemed to be really enjoying making me cum hands free too. We took a few breaks throughout the evening but I think I'm hooked. We finally wrapped up around 1am and slept together. Woke up this morning and he bred me again and sent me on my way. My hole is throbbing and wrecked but I think I'm hooked. He said he's open to doing it again once I tighten back up (if I ever do lol).

Part 4: The Mystery Man Reappears Over the next week or two, Jake and Sean became practically inseparable. Both in public and in private. They came and went from work in Jake’s sleek sportscar, and inevitably ate lunch together in Jake’s office, giving rise to a great deal of comment (some of it jealous) among other members of the staff. The post-work visits to The Corner continued, twice a week at least, and caused even more jealousy. Numerous patrons who’d had their eye on Jake for a while were dismayed to find that they’d suddenly been cut out of the chase by the hot young stud with the killer Asiatic face and lean, muscular runner’s body. Back in Jake’s apartment, a whole array of 24/7 cameras could scarcely have captured a moment when they weren’t attached to each other -- in some way or other. Sean continued creating incredible meals for dinner each night, but the rule about the kitchen not being big enough for two men seemed to have gone by the wayside. It wasn’t at all unusual now to find Jake helping out by washing the veggies while rubbing elbows with Sean at the chopping board. Or perhaps he’d be stirring a pan full of savoury sauce with Sean draped over his shoulder, “just to make sure that you’re doing it right.” After dinner, they would cuddle up to watch a game or movie, or just sit and talk for hours. Or start the evening with an early shower. The guest bathroom and bedroom had been tidied up and put back in order for the next guest. Now, they showered together in the master suite, taking turns soaping and rinsing each other, or splashing each other in the face, or kissing. Or groping cock and grabbing ass. Or sucking and fucking. Then, after they’d towelled off, they’d retire to bed for more kissing, sucking, fucking, and breeding. Jake had always had a high level of sexual endurance, but Sean was really testing him to his limits. The younger guy was a damn satyr -- always horny, always hard, and always eager for another round. One night, after he’d worn out Jake’s hole for three loads, Jake asked, “How the hell did you ever get such great grades in college if you were always busy fucking up a storm every night?” Sean looked at him, quite seriously for once, and said, “It never got this crazy in college. I guess I was just never this turned on before.” The guys found that they were falling easily into a routine in other areas of their life as well, from trips to their respective gyms to shopping. All this time, no further news reports had surfaced of young men being abused, assaulted, or injured. The guy who’d had to be taken to the hospital was released and recovering at home, as the news reported. Jake had begun wondering if the assailant had left town or had been picked up by the police on another and unrelated charge. It didn’t seem unlikely, somehow. All the same, he kept his guard up in public, and did his best to remain publicly visible in company at all times. Of course, having Sean in the role of “company” wasn’t hard to take at all. The younger man was still an awe-inspiring piece of eye candy, and it was kind of fun to walk along the street and watch all the other gay men’s heads swivelling at the sight of such a hot-looking couple. Daddy and his Boy they most certainly were not, although some of the more sarcastic onlookers no doubt made snide comments to that effect. Jake couldn’t help wondering, though, what would happen is Sean decided that it was time to move back to his own apartment. The very next night after Jake first had that thought, as it happened, Sean said to Jake (during another extended shower), “My ass feels back to normal now. Do you think you’re ready to wreck it for me?” “I don’t want to ruin your hole again, but I’ve been ready for your ass ever since the day you were hired. Turn around.” Obediently, Sean spun around and planted his hands against the wall. Jake slid right up against him, wrapping his arms tightly around that lean, hard body and sliding his dick into the crack between those firm, round ass cheeks. Sean moaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, that cock feels good in my crack.” He humped outwards with his hips as Jake began sliding up and down, rubbing his hard tool against Sean’s muscle butt. Then, he let go, slid all the way down onto his knees, and finally got to taste the hot young guy’s ass for the first time. Damn, I’ve died and gone to heaven – that was the thought that ran through Jake’s mind as he slid his face deep into the furry crack, teasing the hole with his tongue. Kissing, licking, and sucking, Jake worked from side to side and up and down, going all around the tight hole and then digging right into it. It was over two weeks since the Mystery Man, as they now called him, had shredded Sean’s ass with his brutal assault, but Jake was hearing nothing but pleasure from his young friend and that convinced him, more than any words, that Sean was ready to take what he was dying to give. He redoubled his pressure on the hole, and slid his tongue inside, stabbing inwards with it like a miniature sneak preview of the main event to follow. Sean moaned aloud, “Fuck, yeah,” and pushed his ass back even harder against Jake’s tongue. Jake kept working that tongue in and out of the hole until it began to loosen and open, then stood up and reached over Sean’s shoulder to the toiletry rack – and the small tube of lube waiting there alongside the shampoos and lotions. First, he applied some to his fingers and slid them in, one at a time, pushing, twisting, and sliding. Sean was rising up on his toes, arching his back, doing everything he could to get something more, something bigger, inside his hole. Jake then drizzled some lube on his rock-hard dick and pressed it against the tight little hole. To his surprise, it opened readily and let his head in – then clamped down hard as soon as he got part of the shaft inside. Undaunted, he started rotating his hips to work his cock into that tight hole like a corkscrew – and it worked. The eight-inch shaft slowly vanished inside Sean’s super-tight butt, bit by bit, until the whole thing was buried inside him. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean again and began teasing his nipples as he slowly drew his cock back out, then sank it all in again. Sean moaned aloud as Jake worked his cock in and out. Jake muttered, “Damn, can’t remember when I’ve had to work so hard to screw a tight ass.” Sean came back quietly with, “I just figured I should make you work for it.” With that, Jake suddenly and forcefully slammed his tool all the way in, making Sean cry out. “That game works both ways,” he whispered wickedly in Sean’s ear. Sean was now panting audibly as Jake began pumping harder and faster. His fingers were clawing at the wall as if he was afraid of losing his grip and falling down. The water continued pouring over them, and Jake’s hips made a wet smacking sound every time they hit Sean’s cheeks. Jake could tell this was going to be a quick first round for the evening. His breath was coming in shorter gasps too, as he drove harder and harder, whipping in and out of Sean’s hole and building up towards an epic breeding. Sean could tell too. “Fuck, Jake, that’s terrific – don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum.” “I’m going to be right there with you. You better be ready for the old man to breed your hot young hole.” “Yeah, fuck, yeah, give it to me! Give it….” Sean’s words trailed off into a wordless guttural cry as his cock leaped up and shot cum right up the shower wall above his head. It kept pulsing and pumping out his seed as Jake drove in the last few high-speed strokes, his hips a flying blur as he slammed in and out and then gave a loud yell himself, thrusting as far in as he could go, forcing his cock deep inside and firing blasts of seed right up into Sean’s tight young guts. It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal. At last, Jake turned off the shower, and then slowly extracted his still-hard cock from Sean’s ass. A stream of cum poured out after it as the well-fucked hole took its time to close. Sean slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone look on his face. “You okay, Sean?” Slowly, the younger guy answered. “My hole’s fine. And me, I’m a lot more than okay. I’ve never had a sensational fuck like that before and I’ve never cum hands-free when I’ve been bottoming. If I’d known it could be this amazing, I’d have been doing it a lot more often.” “That’s just the way I felt, the first night you sneaked into my room and fucked me.” They both chuckled. Jake picked up the towel, but instead of dropping it into Sean’s outstretched hand, he began drying that athletic body himself. It seemed only fair, then, for Sean to grab the other towel and return the favour once Jake was finished. There was also a lot of kissing going on while they dried each other off. They went to bed, then, and passed some more prolonged time kissing and stroking each other until both of their cocks began to refill for a second round. This time, Sean felt like mounting on top of Jake and riding his cock, facing his partner while Jake lay back and enjoyed the view. The view was pretty awesome, and that was no lie. Sean had an amazing way of curling his abs each time he pulled up, so his shoulders remained still but his hips still rose and fell on Jake’s tool. Watching those abs flex each time Sean rose up was a real sight for sore eyes. Watching Sean’s impressive cock bouncing in front of him, rock-hard and dripping pre-cum, made just as fine a spectacle. Jake let him have his way for a while, but then he began to concentrate on the sensation of that tight hole stroking his dick, and decided it was time to take charge again. He grasped Sean’s hips and held them still while he began driving his cock straight up into the younger guy’s ass, pounding his hole vertically while Sean grabbed his own tool and began jerking it like a madman. Once again, they came right together, Jake’s load pumping up into Sean’s colon while Sean fired his cum all over Jake’s face, pecs, and abs. After he’d exhausted his supply of cum, Sean collapsed across Jake’s chest, while Jake’s cock slowly softened and then slipped out of his overworked ass. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean’s chest while they kissed some more, and then slowly rolled onto his side until they were lying side by side again, still kissing and stroking each other’s sweat-sheened bodies. After a time, Sean finally got sleepy. Jake lay awake a little while after Sean fell asleep, thinking. He was no fool. He realized that the younger guy was falling for him – and he was enough of a realist to admit that he was falling in love too. What he couldn’t decide was if he was an old fool for falling for a younger man, or if this really was meant to happen. On Friday of that week, they were sitting at their usual booth seats in the corner of The Corner, working through their drinks and not talking about anything major -- when Sean suddenly tensed and grabbed Jake’s hand across the table. He leaned closer, and said quietly, “Don’t make a noise, but just turn slowly around and look who walked in the door.” Jake turned and looked. The first thing he noticed was what was recognizably his own face, looking around the bar. He quickly scanned down and recognized that the stranger was the same height as him, but heavier through the waist and hips – not with overweight, but with the sort of strength that comes from doing hard manual labour for years. As the man’s eyes swept towards him, Jake turned back to Sean, who was shrinking into the corner, trying to stop the man from seeing him. He didn’t need to say a word for Jake to know at once that this was the Mystery Man who had all but raped Sean in the woods, an event which had led Sean and him to become a couple. And – impossible as it seemed – the Mystery Man looked just like he could be Jake’s twin brother.

KEVIN ************** I didn’t deserve Thomas Andrew Brickmann, I felt unworthy of the vastness of his love for me. I promised myself, after The Kiss, that I would never betray his trust in me by forcing myself on him, and I was content to receive what he felt he could give. I let him decide the limits, the boundaries beyond which I wouldn’t stray. The last four and a half months were more than I could ever ask for. He touched me, hugged me, kissed my cheek, every single day. He went out of his way to find me on the days we both were busy. He listened on those rare occasions I needed to say more than five words in a row. He somehow knew the times I didn’t need to speak (which was my usual ) just sitting beside me quietly watching my face, running his hand through my long hair. I think he liked my hair. After he met Carol, I tried to give him his space, but he never allowed it, seeking me out wherever I hid. I went on way too many dates with them, but because he was Tom, with that bottomless pit filled with love, kindness, self-awareness and concern, I never once felt like I was on the outside. I wondered often if that part of him would survive the Army. I have no idea what he saw in me, or why he always told me I was hot, which felt kinda strange to hear my straight best friend calling me hot. But I was grateful. Especially because he looked like he did. I guess he thought I suffered from low self esteem, which I didn’t. I never corrected him because it made me feel good when he said it. He wasn’t thick and meaty like me, he was like a panther, all sleek muscle, graceful movements, no unnecessary bulk. I think my single thigh was only slightly smaller around than his 28 or 29 inch waist. His thighs were perfect ellipses that reminded me of a motorcycle gas tank, wider at the top and tapering down to his knees. His chest was a work of art, an horizontal archer’s bow, recurved, the tips of which flowed effortlessly across his armpit to become his amazing delts. From the side his upper back curved out equally to his chest, pulling in drastically to his flat stomach and back, before flaring out again to the round, tight melons of his ass. His hair was brown, but not as dark as mine, and he kept it short on the sides and back. The top was only long enough to comb over with a precise part, maybe an inch long at most. He told me his dad was military so he’d grown up getting haircuts on base and trendy hair didn’t feel or look right on him. When he felt any emotion, he turned various shades of pink and red. I learned to identify them all, I always knew what he was feeling. Happy was the barest flush, just a tinge on his cheekbones and forehead. Anger was a deep red, near blood like, but I only saw that once. Tom wasn’t angry, he didn’t have it in him. Embarrassment turned him the most adorable pink, over his entire head, even his combed part. Disgust made his temples, nose and chin flare up like cherries, which is how he silently looked at his former best friend, who called him a faggot when the news of our Kiss caused everyone to believe Tom was gay. I hated that. Tom never said he wasn’t, he said he didn’t feel the need to correct anyone’s foolish assumptions. If they wanted to know the truth, they could ask him politely. There were plenty who asked… but none who asked in earnest, polite words. They were asking for gossip, all of them. He just gave them all the stare. The stare that said they were gone, choosing to make them disappear from his reality. It was fascinating to me, to watch him disappear them, his eyes clearly showing there was nothing there for him to see, looking right through them. I don’t know how he did it, but everything but them existed for him. He’d turn to me and say something, his eyes smiling. He wasn’t upset, hurt or angered by it, how could he feel those things about nothing? Never a hint of color on his smooth angular face. It took him two months to disappear his former best friend. That betrayal must have been unbearable for the disappearing to take that long. Tom never spoke about it, even when I asked. “You’re the only best friend I need to talk about, Kev.” But love, that was the softest shade of deep pink, almost matching his lips. And those lips, that mouth. He always said his mouth was too big, but it wasn’t. It was wide and full, so expressive. He could get a tennis ball inside, he showed me once. But it matched his head. And his large, hooked, proud Roman nose. And his deep brown eyes like the richest earth. What he didn’t know, what I never told him, was that I found my own place in that kiss. Where he said he disappeared, I felt more real, more solid. I felt more ‘me’ than I ever thought I could be. That was Tom’s gift, I think. He could make anyone be the most solid version of themselves they could ever achieve. He found places in me I never knew I had, that Saturday night. My 18th birthday celebration he released me. “Set me down.” I told him. He effortlessly released my legs while he still held my entire weight with his left arm across my back. My legs slowly found the floor. Damn he was strong. Then he let me go and went to stand next to Carol. I had to admit, she was pretty. Slender, athletic, sleek, and just as tall as Tom. Their crotches lined up perfectly, her breasts in line with his pecs. I could see both of their nipples were hard beneath their shirts. Carol’s long blonde hair was always in a ponytail and tonight was no different. I’d never seen her with a face full of makeup like so many other girls. She wasn’t a fragile porcelain doll. She was all life and confidence, outgoing but not over the top. She went with the flow, just like Tom. I guess that’s why they made such a great couple. They say opposites attract, but Tom and Carol put a lie to that. Oh, did you think I was going to describe her tits, her legs and her butt for you? Okay, she had all three. They were nice I suppose, for a girl. Tom looked at her, then turned back to me raising his eyebrows and grinning. “Well? My dick is about to shoot in my shorts. How about Carol teaches you how to give a right proper blowjob to start out? Using my dick for practice, of course.” That was Tom, always knew exactly the right thing to say to me, to put me at ease. The reason my nerves were shot all day wasn’t because I was scared about sex with Tom, it was because I had no experience. I didn’t know what to do. What if I did it all wrong? I’d never even had a blowjob myself, to compare. “Perfect!” Carol clapped her hands. Then she reached over and grabbed the neck of Tom’s tee shirt blindly from beside him, still looking at me. A smile I can only describe as almost evil, but playful transformed her pretty face. She pulled his tee shirt forward and thrust her arm up over his head, then yanked it violently off his body, his sculpted arms flying up through the sleeves before falling limp to his sides. All in one swift complete movement from start to finish. Like a magician revealing her trick. Where did she learn that? Tom’s grin never left his face, but I saw a new color. The top of his chest, his shoulders, the sides of his neck, up the sides of his face were all a graduated shift from red to pink. “You probably haven’t seen this one before.” Her voice was sultry. Her index finger sliding lazily from his forehead down to his chest. “It’s desire. It means he’s loving it, he wants it. He’s very turned on.” Tom let out a groan. “You can tell how turned on by how far the red travels up into the pink. When the red gets to here,” she caressed his neck, grabbing his esophagus lovingly, and began stroking it up an down like a cock. “When it gets to here he’s completely yours.” Tom’s head was thrown back, stretching his throat fully as if begging her to rip it out. The tube of his esophagus was so prominent she could almost get her fingers all the way around it. Watching her jerk off his throat melted a link of the chain I had leashed myself with, the beautiful pink of his skin sliding over the striated ridges of his trachea like a foreskin. I wanted that. He was so pliable, so willing. She was talking about him as if he wasn’t there. As if he wasn’t a person, but a thing, like a nature show about how the octopus changes its color to camouflage itself, or how a cuttlefish attracts its mate. I could see his chest heaving with deep, rapid breaths, his nostrils flared to allow more air. The red was creeping up. She let go of his throat. “But he won’t be mine tonight. You’re going to take him. I’ll teach you all about him. Inside and out.” The groan that came from his mouth was more growl than moan, expressing both pleasure and an animalistic need. Her voice was hypnotic. I was in charge, but she was in control. At that moment I realized what she did for Tom, because she was doing it to me. My dick was throbbing and I hadn’t done a single thing yet, hadn’t even moved. Seeing Tom being treated like a plaything, and watching his hot, sinewy body reduced to clay in her hands was beyond erotic, it was near maddening. I couldn’t imagine the pleasure he was feeling, the need and desperation driving his flexing muscles to tremble. She was a master, and we were her puppets, and she could make us dance and twist with only words. Suddenly, she smacked him hard, REALLY hard, like with all her strength across his handsome face, then seized one of his nipples violently, yanking on it and making him stumble. It had to be so painful. “No, you’re not going to cum. Not yet.” He whimpered, his eyes pleading with her. “Fucking bloody hell.” I gasped. The brutality of it all shocked me, that she had it in her, that Tom allowed it. Tom’s eyes darted to mine over her shoulder and he gave me a diabolical grin. “It does the trick. I think you see now, she can make me cum without even touching me, if she wants. And she always knows when I’m just about to cum, I have no idea how. If she doesn’t stop me, I’ll spill my seed before she’s done with me. I’ve tried to hide it, be sneaky about it, even see it as a challenge to fool her and shoot without her knowing. But I never get past her, and she won’t tell me how she knows I’m going to pop. Baby girl here can fucking wreck me. Learn everything from her. No leash Kev. I can take it. I WANT to take it.” And then he licked his lips, slowly. “Fuck my balls are KILLING ME!” He yelled, throwing his head back again. She turned around to look at me and gave a shrug, her face unimpressed, her voice bored. “Too bad. This isn’t for you.” She threw a mischievous smile at me, winking. He couldn’t see that. I felt another link in my chain melt. This was fun, meant to be fun. “Have you ever tasted cum, Kevin?” She asked me bluntly. I was caught off guard, but saw no reason to lie, or not answer. My eyes twitched for a second or two, then stilled. “Just my own.” She laughed. It wasn’t derisive, or mocking. It was oddly liberating. It was a discovery of new unexpected joy. I found myself laughing with her, the first time other than with Tom that I didn’t feel self conscious about how deep and booming my laugh was. I never let myself laugh unless it was just Tom and me. “You’re going to love his cum.” She came over to me to pull me closer to Tom. “It’s so salty, sweet, and thick. And he cums a lot in every squirt, each pump sprays a mouthful.” I could see her watching Tom closely. “His beautiful cock gets so hard just before he cums, it starts throbbing, and you can feel the sperm flowing up the shaft, which expands to make room for the volume of it. His dick is already thick, it gets thicker. It’s like nectar…” without breaking off she smacked him hard again and reached under his arm to grab the sweaty hair of his armpit, twisting it violently. Another whimper. More pleading eyes. “Uh uh uh, no no”. She stroked his cheek, where her handprint stood out. Then she put her fingers covered with his armpit sweat deep inside his mouth. He didn’t even blink. I watched his jaw move and imagined he was licking it clean. “I told you my tongue wasn’t the only thing going in your mouth tonight, didn’t I?” She said to him. He nodded. She turned to me. “You know with his amazing mouth he can swallow my hand, right? His mouth is so perfect.” I was too stunned to reply. And she shoved her hand past her wrist into his mouth. He didn’t even choke or gag. I could hear the mucus and saliva gurgling as he breathed around her fingers. I suddenly imagined that was my dick, but immediately shied away from the thought of treating my best friend like a piece of meat, like a fucktoy. I imagined her hand jacking off his throat from the inside, rubbing along the tender, slick membrane. She saw it. She smirked. She knew the thought I’d just had. So she did what I couldn’t bring myself to do. She said it out loud. “I think your dick could reach all the way back here, Kevin. It’s so warm and wet. You already know how amazing his tongue is, his lips. Imagine all of this wrapped around your hard throbbing cock.” Sultry, dripping sex. Tom had already told me about everything they did sexually, like best friends do, but I’d always thought he had to be exaggerating. I should have known it was all true, Tom never felt the need to lie or exaggerate. He didn’t dress things up or understate, he laid things out in plain, straightforward description. I don’t think he knew HOW to be anything other than truthful. And it wasn’t bluntness either. He expressed exactly how he felt, what he saw, what he wanted, what he was going to do, about everything. He never hid behind his words like I did. He described Carol as a seductress, even though that was my word not his. His words were ‘she makes me want to do crazy shit, man. We don’t even talk about it, it just happens.’ She pulled her hand back out and patted his face, leaving his saliva behind. Tom didn’t seem bothered by what she’d said. He just looked from her to me, back and forth, waiting never blinking. Spit and throat slime was drooling out his lips down his chin. At some point he’d put his hands behind his back which forced his proud square shoulders back and thrust his chest forward. She clapped her hands once. “But, it’s about time you got his cock in your mouth.” She stepped back. The pleading eyes were back, focused on me this time, begging me to release him from this torture. If I loved him, they said, I would suck the agony from his nuts. “Show him how badly you’ve wanted to suck him the last two years.” I moved forward with slow, steady steps until I was directly in front of him. I put my hands on his waist, let them grip the hard muscles of his obliques that surrounded his pelvic hipbone. The heat he was generating penetrated my hands, I could feel it traveling up my arms, radiating from his chest to hit my own. His breath gusted against my face, giving me goosebumps. I slid my fingers up to his ribs, to his clenched lats, which I grabbed, wanting to know their thickness and density. He moaned, closing his eyes. “Please…” he begged. “I can’t hold it much longer. I need your mouth.”He began to tremble. “She won’t do it, so you have to. You have to Kev.” I couldn’t do this to him. I couldn’t torture him. I couldn’t make him wait. I squatted before him, pulling his shorts down in the same movement. His amazing, heavy cock. It seemed perfectly proportioned, standing straight out a good 8 inches or so from his neatly trimmed crotch. A man’s cock. It was a dick that was made for fucking, for punishing any hole it stretched around its beautiful girth. It wasn’t just seeping precum, it was a steady and constant leak, like a running faucet. I licked it, tasting it, savoring it, moving my tongue back and forth across the roof of my mouth to judge the flavor of his juice. It was everything he was. It was everything she described. My own dick was swollen and dripping in my boxers. The gutteral sounds coming from Tom’s throat became louder. “Suck my dick, Kevin. Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just put it in your mouth. Just a little. Please? Please fuck please fuck please fuck pleasefuckpleasefuck….” And he kept repeating it, hyperventilating. I dove onto his meat and immediately shot my load into my underwear. My throbbing dick kept spurting as I groaned on the head of his dick, so much cum, so many squirts, I didn’t think it would end. But I couldn’t concentrate on that, because Tom simultaneously blasted my mouth with his first shot. Tom screamed like he was being murdered, one long desperate call like the roar of a lion. Every muscle on his body cramped. His first shot began before I even had the head of his dick completely inside my lips. I felt the hot syrup flood across my tongue, a long heavy squirt of thick, viscous manseed that lasted two or three seconds. My mouth was full of his nut, so full. I’d dreamed about this, jacked off to this moment for over a year. I was still moving down on his shaft, and his fat cock shoveled his first squirt towards my throat like a bulldozer, forcing me to swallow. Tom gasped for a breath, pulling back, then thrust forward again with another full hosing of his seed, that pumping cumdozer forcing its load into my throat, this thrust only halfway down his cock. He grunted like an ape, the longest continuous grunt I’d ever heard. The primal caveman conquering his prey. More links on my chain melted away. Something about the release he experienced, the abandon and being reduced to only his beastly orgasm and the forcing of his cum into me swept me along with it. This time, he pulled me in. And I found that place again. I felt my self and presence swell, solidify, harden into granite and steel. The doubts and reluctance of the last four and a half months disappeared. I couldn’t hold myself back from this, Tom was open to me and might never be again. I couldn’t miss this chance. I buried his pulsing meat in my throat, biting at his scratchy pubes and taking heavy gulps to clamp my tonsils on his shaft. I felt the precious fluid from his balls spurting across my larynx. I was no longer sucking his dick, I was eating his manhood, digesting HIM. He belonged inside me, like a criminal on the run belonged in prison. He became imperative for me, irrefutable. Tom’s essence had to take root in me, and I craved his seed for the piece of him that would exist buried in me forever. That was what he was gifting me, a piece of himself. I knew when he was almost finished, and it had taken a full half minute. The clock in my head told me exactly how many squirts, how long it took, and how many beats of his heart it took to empty him. I had at some point unknown run my hand up his solid, shuddering hamstrings to grip his ass, his cheeks dusted with fine dark hairs. My hands were almost large enough to cover his warm tight round globes. Fuck, he was perfect. I took the last two dribbling squirts into my mouth, not my throat. I wanted to savor the taste. I wasted no time, standing up to grab him by those thick lats. His eyes were closed, he was gulping for air. I picked him up like he weighed nothing. He was air, weightless. I placed him on his neatly made bed two feet away. “Oh…” Carol whispered. I threw my eyes into hers. In two steps I stalked up to her, caressed her by her jaw and moved my mouth onto hers spitting the remainder of our boyfriend’s cum into her open lips. Initially I’d wanted all his seed for myself, but now I wanted to share my happiness with Carol. I offered his remainder with my tongue until she swallowed, our lips simply resting on the other’s. And then I shut her jaw gently with my thumb below her chin. I patted her cheek. It was odd, but I wanted her to share this with me, with us. It was that moment on the stair landing outside the door to Tom’s bedroom that I realized it. The moment when she was willing to leave us alone together without needing to intrude upon this magical gift. There was no jealousy or judgment in her intelligent eyes. She wasn’t losing anything, accepted everything. I understood then how we three, each one individually, had never wanted or needed to jealously guard our relationship with Tom, Tom’s love for us, or Tom’s enjoyment of his love for anyone. I wasn’t ignorant of the fact that it was Tom himself who brought that out in us all. She appeared stunned from the kiss. I tilted my head, staring into her eyes. Yes, she was very pretty, I could admit that, and similar to Tom she lived for the joy of now which notched her inherent attractiveness up several levels. I hoped Tom fucked the ever loving hell out her with his big pussy ripper. I wonder who begged who to fuck them harder? She looked like she would beg him to tear her tight little pussy up. Or maybe she would demand it. I imagined each would taunt the other, back and forth, loving the increasing wildness that drove them to inflict passionate acts of ever greater desire upon each other. From the corner of my eye I saw Tom laying flat on the bed, his arms and legs splayed out. His head was turned, watching us. I smirked. His cock lay across his hip, not hard but still at full length. It looked like a thick sausage and I couldn’t wrap my head around how I managed to get it all the way down. I was sure there was no way a completely inexperienced guy like me had any right to execute deep throating that thing on his first try. “Fuck that was hot, watching you guys sharing my cum.” He observed. The part of me that huddled afraid and reluctant to impose upon Tom, to cross that line between friends and sexual conquest, that part was no where to be found. He wanted this. He said it. He’d do anything I wanted. “It was hot watching you cum in his mouth.” She answered. Then looking at me, she continued. “I didn’t expect the kiss, Kevin. Tom’s right, your lips are so soft.” I faltered for an instant. “I hope that was okay, I wasn’t thinking.” Both of them gave a chuckle. It was Tom that responded. “No thinking. Stop thinking. Just pull the battery out of that machine in your head, Kev. Whatever is going to happen, let it happen, go with it, be HERE, not in your head. There are no mistakes you can make, buddy. Not with me. Not with Carol. I don’t know what came over me, the cocky prick that possessed my tongue. “You should be careful before my dick ends up in your ass.” And I smirked. My eyes were darting between the two of them, waiting for them to get the joke. Three seconds passed. Then five. Ten. Neither one of them batted an eye. My heart suddenly decided to take off at a gallop. Carol leaned over to my ear. “I’ll show you how to make him beg for it.” She whispered. My balls jumped and I shot my second load into my underwear, again. Carol chuckled. God I was a sloppy mess down there now. My boxers did nothing to contain the volume of my nut and it was running down my left leg. How the fuck did she do that? How did she hit exactly the right nerve to send my semen on a spawning run like a fucking school of salmon leaping through my prostate? “Let’s get you naked.” She said, grabbing the waistband of my shorts. I tried to stop her to do it myself. “Easy, handsome, relax. I’m enjoying myself. I’m sure Tom has told you he’s the only guy I’ve been with. You’re so hot, completely different from Tom. His body is all tightly wound and hard, but you’re beefy and firm. Everything on you is rounded and supple.” My shorts and boxers lowered as she spoke. The way she said ‘beefy and firm’ sounded hungry. I took the opportunity to remove my Nirvana concert t-shirt, exposing my hairy chest. “Oh my God.” She breathed, gazing over my full nakedness. I stepped out of my shorts and underwear. My dick hadn’t deflated at all. Again, she seemed to intuitively know just what to do to increase my arousal. What struck me then was that she wasn’t acting with the intent to elicit any response from me, it was all emotive. It felt good to know it was genuine. I felt her visual appreciation as a physical touch. She lingered on my hairy chest following the way the dark hair defined my pecs. Her eyes examined the wide furry trail down the center of my stomach until it met my dense pubic hair. My rigid penis jutted straight out, slick with my cum. “You’re thicker than Tom!” She reached out to grip my shaft. It didn’t seem wrong, her touching my dick. It almost wasn’t even sexual. While her hand wasn’t wide, her fingers were still long and delicate. They didn’t meet her thumb when she tightened her grip. She stroked me with a twist, pulling back my foreskin. “That’s so cool, how the skin floats around your dick. But where does it go when I pull it like this?” She pulled it down across the head, then back again. “Same place it goes when I’m soft, I guess. It’s very stretchy.” I mused. I had never thought about it. My dick was just… well, my dick. She chuckled and looked me the eye. “I like it. It’s sexy like you. Beefy and supple, firm and round.” Tom was still watching us, remaining silent. I noticed his dick was hard again and he was slowly stroking it. “I think he likes watching me play with your dick.” She reached down to fondle my hairy balls. Her warm hand felt good. “You know, I’ve never understood balls. Don’t get me wrong, they’re sexy the way they go with a dick. But they just hang there. Don’t they hurt when they hang?” I shrugged. “No.” She pulled down. “That doesn’t hurt?” “Mmmmmmm. Not like that.” She released my nutsack, and rubbed her fingertips through my pubic hair, then up through the trail on my stomach and back and forth over my chest. Her touch felt good, the way it was only for information, rather than stimulation. She really wanted to know how my body felt, it was for her, not me. “You know, until the school blew up when you guys kissed out in the open, I didn’t realize you might be gay. You’re just … a guy. A really hot guy, all tough and silent and brooding.” She was still running her fingers through my chest hair. I smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Brooding?” She laughed. Full out laughed. “You have no idea how many girls got their hopes crushed that week. Yes, Kevin. You’re STILL that quiet mysterious bad boy who everyone kind of fears and admires. You LOOK like you are just a wrong word away from kicking someone’s ass. I know for a fact you could steal a few boyfriends away from my friends.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re the reason no one picks on the gay kids. Well, you and Tom together. Whether it’s true or not, they’re afraid you’ll make them regret it.” That surprised me. I’d never deliberately given the impression that I’d be violent, and in fact except for Tom’s former best friend, I didn’t want to kick anyone’s ass even though I was confident I could. Even the football players who outsized me didn’t worry me. They might be good on the field and in the gym but I didn’t believe in fair fighting. A fight was about winning. Any weak point was fair game. “I think it’s your eyes. The way they constantly move, examine everything like you’re ready to attack. I guess you don’t realize that people see you pulling them apart. It can be unsettling, I know from experience. The first time after Tom and I got together you pinned me down with your eyes. God I was scared. So serious and intense. I was thinking how much I wanted you to like me because if you didn’t Tom wouldn’t be my boyfriend. I was so worried that you thought I was trying to steal him from you.” I rolled my eyes. “I said ‘hi’.” Carol laughed again. “You don’t even know how you said it, or how it sounded. Fuck, you handsome brute. You said it like you had to, like handing me a knife blade first. Like it was up to me if I cut myself on it, and it would be entirely my fault. You know, you don’t say much, but you say more than you think you do. How do you do that?” All this was news to me. Everything I had to say I said in my head, distilled it down to a concentrated thought that didn’t seem to need many words of expression. It was just how my brain worked. Her eyes were watching me. “See there, THAT. Not a single word, but you just told me it wasn’t consciously done, that you think before you speak, that it’s simple and you like simple and clear. And there’s more behind it, the secret parts you demonstrate are there but you don’t believe people are worthy enough to see. Or won’t understand. Or can’t handle. That’s the deadly, dangerous part that comes through, like we need to earn the honor of knowing.” “Fine.” I said, then smirked. “You’ve seen mine, show me yours. Only fair.” “I’m lonely.” Tom’s taunt intruded. I shared a looked with Carol. “Wait.” We said at the same time, with the same dismissive tone. She was already showing me. Tom groaned in frustration. In two seconds Carol lost her clothes. I filled the room with my laugh at how fast it happened. “Okay, I was referring to how you do your mental sex trick.” She just grinned. “Yeah, I know.” I laughed again, even louder. My stiff dick was bouncing with every laugh. “Your laugh. Beefy and sexy like you.” She observed. I was inspecting her body. She was pale, very light skinned. I imagined she had Northern European ancestry. Blonde, straight hair, in a pony tail of course. Light blue eyes, almost grey like mine. I wondered if Tom saw my eyes when he looked at hers. I decided he did. She had an oval face, so different from Tom’s angular chiseled one. A thin graceful neck reminiscent of a bird swooped to her athletic shoulders. She had no size to her, in spite of her height, she appeared delicate but durable. Okay, I finally realized the perfection of her breasts, which refused to relax on her chest. They were full and delicate like the rest of her, not coming to any point and rounding nicely in perfect mounds that weren’t large. Sufficient to the proportions of her chest, that’s what they were like they’d been factory machined to exact specifications, neither too wide nor too proud, nor drooping, placed just so. She had just a moderate amount of sub dermal fat smoothing her into curves, the most prominent example of which was her ribs to her waist to her hips. I appreciated the way her curves mimicked an Art Deco period piece, or maybe her shapes were what Art Deco had been intended to imitate. Her firm legs were again comprised entirely of curves, where her thighs joined at her pubic area easily drawing the eye to each opposite hip. I was reminded of chromosomes, or a helix like a spiral staircase. I glanced at her face and she nodded. Just like with Tom, I didn’t need to speak. They were even more right for each other than I’d already decided. So I reached out to let my hand follow the lines my mind saw. Down her neck across her collarbone, across the center to the opposite breast. I put my hand on it, just to see a size comparison. My large hand covered it completely, my fingers cupping the sides and top. I adjusted my hand to feel the underneath. She inhaled. I looked in her eyes. “It’s like your chest, the under part of your pec is the most sensitive, feels the best when touched or licked.” She explained. I smirked. She matched me, a dare, if I dared. So I bent over to run my tongue slowly over that sensitive part of her. Tom’s aroused groan echoed hers. He was loving our exploration of each other. I deliberately and slowly licked the other side, gave Tom a glance and put my mouth over her nipple. I smiled at him with her tit in my mouth. He was pulling on his nuts, a wild look in his eyes. “Should we?” I asked her, my tongue tracing her nipple. “Probably.” She replied, as if she could go either way. “Oh come ON!!! You’re killing me!” Tom cried out. Carol ran her fingers through my hair. “Beautiful.” She commented. “You’d think it was his birthday instead of yours.” I stood up, gave her another smirk to which she nodded again. Together we turned and leapt on top of Tom. “YES!! Finally!!” He yelled, spreading out in a giant X to receive us. That made me laugh. Which made Carol laugh. Which set off Tom. Tom and I had been naked together before. He said he preferred it when we slept together spooning. He never got hard except for his morning wood, which he’d lazily adjust to fit snugly in my deep and ample ass crack, pulling me tighter so every part of him touched all of me. I pretty much just stayed hard all night with him pressing up against me. He never let me go, we both slept soundly like that, his face buried in my hair so he could breathe the scent of me and I didn’t want to leave his arms. I accidentally farted once, and he somehow knew my embarrassment, grabbing me tighter so I couldn’t move away. “Don’t worry about it, you animal.” Before letting out a fart himself which made us both laugh. “I deserve it anyway, for all the times I gassed my little brother.” After that farting happened whenever it happened, it never bothered him. So Tom’s sleek muscles weren’t new to me. But feeling them now held exponentially more pleasure. I watched Carol give him a deep, soulful kiss, making him moan while I ran my hands over his chest and stomach. They broke off and he turned to me, his lips parted slightly. He had each of us in one arm, and he flexed the arm that was wrapped around my back. I didn’t fight his pull, putting my mouth on his. Our tongues slowly tasted each other, our jaws moving constantly. This was a kiss of desire. This was a sexual kiss. Oral copulation, making our lips and tongues describe all the things we wanted our bodies to do, until finally his big tongue stuffed my mouth fully and deeply as if he was orgasming in my mouth. This wasn’t a Kiss, it was a mouth fucking, a battle of desire. My hand had reached his hard cock sometime during our making out. I was stroking along his length, alternating grabbing and rubbing his balls on every stroke. He thrust his hips, and I felt Carol’s hand pass mine to go beneath his heavy loose nuts. He moaned. His right leg lifted. I looked down and could tell immediately she was playing with his ass. I kissed and licked my way along his neck and across his shoulder, then continued to his armpit. I liked the smell of his sweat. It was clean and masculine. I kissed him there, rubbing my nose in the soft hair. I licked across his chest, making sure to spend time on that sensitive part where his lower pec met his rib cage. He sighed, so I repeated my attention, enjoying the taste of him and the goosebumps I was causing. Carol was mirroring my every move. We were double teaming him like we’d planned it all out. I was impressed by her awareness of this opportunity to escalate anything she could do on her own, to recognize that our actions together would send Tom soaring. I loved that she wanted Tom to experience as much or more than me. I was glad she was here, that I’d invited her past her reluctance to come between Tom and I. I knew then that she belonged here, in this moment with us, and that without her it might have been awkward and clumsy. I felt a tear of gratitude and happiness fall. I didn’t want this to be something Tom regretted even though he wasn’t the type to regret anything he’d chosen. Nor did I want this to be one sided solely for my benefit. I knew by her wink she understood. “Let me show you something.” She purred. She beckoned me down between his legs. She lifted his other leg, exposing his asshole. Tom’s asshole was the only part of his body I’d never seen, even though I knew if I’d asked he would have gladly shown it to me with confidence. He would also have asked me what I thought of it, and if it was a nice one. That was just Tom, unashamed, uninhibited, unapologetic. I was awed by his acceptance as a teaching tool, grabbing his legs behind his knees to spread himself for us. My first up close male asshole, and I immediately knew it would not be my last. I felt my dick release its precum. There was something forbidden and illicit about a man’s hole, as if I was getting away with something I wasn’t supposed to enjoy, something a man wasn’t supposed to expose to anyone. His hole was as beautiful as him, not in any way gross or unpleasant. I couldn’t see how it could ever be ugly. The way his cheeks curved inward, how his perineum mounded up just behind his balls before descending to his anus. The sparse hair making a ring around his pucker. The slight pinkish color. I loved his ass even more than his dick, which I wouldn’t have ever guessed would be possible. If a man’s dick made him a man, his ass made him a king. The spread of his cheeks demanded and invited, called to me. I darted in to kiss it. Oh man it was warm. His whole ass was warm. So warm. I think I understood why he loved to nestle his morning wood in my crack. The perfect dickwarmer. I found myself licking my tongue over it without thinking. “Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss” he moaned. “Like a duck to water.” Carol chuckled. “Let’s see if you can teach me a thing or two.” I first tasted him, wanting to enjoy the feel, texture, flavor of every area. I ran my tongue up from his tailbone roughly across his hole all the way to his balls, letting them fall to either side of my nose. There was that clean masculine sweat in the hair beneath his nuts. I loved the way they snuggled on my cheeks. I moved back the way I came, chewing as I descended. He squirmed and my hands came up to press on the back of his legs. I let my beard stubble grind into the tender flesh of his rump valley as I chewed, increasing the pressure to force him open wider. “Fuck yes, eat my entire ass.” He grunted, rotating his hips like a dog dragging its butt across a carpet. “Get in there. Grind on that hole. Fucking drill into it.” Although I didn’t need his encouragement, it drove me into a higher gear when he talked dirty. I speared my nose against his dumper, trying to wedge his back door open. I spit on it then rammed my chin down onto it, knowing my stubble would scratch him. “Goddamn, climb up that shitcave, buddy. Oooooh, fuck. Show my ass who’s boss!” He grabbed my hair with both hands to use my face and mouth like his personal sextoy. “Unnnnggghhhh, you can get that tongue in there deeper, I know you can. God yes, use your finger, just like that. Fuck yes, pull it apart, spread my hole, Christ that tongue in there too? So much spit, you spitting in my hole, buddy? You dropping your saliva in me? Yeah bro, fill me up. Fill my tunnel you hot fucker.” I had my thumbs hooked inside him, his tight pink hole pulled open. I shoved my tongue as far into him as I could get it. Then let his asslips go, letting his sphincter clamp onto my tongue. I pushed in and out a few times, then withdrew. Without warning I jammed both thumbs back into him and pulled, forcing him open again. He bucked his hips and yelped. “Oh shit! Yeah, violate me. I don’t care, you’re the boss. Punish my tight little shitter. ” I hocked a loogie, sucking it from the back of my sinuses, then choked up an equal amount of throat slime, spitting it into his open, pink jockhole. I watched it get sucked down into that maw. We were now beyond limits, sense, or care about consequences. His ass, his pretty little hole, his filthy mouth, his desperate writhing turned me into an animal. I wanted it to hurt a little, just enough to hear him whimper and force him to decide if it was worth it. I wanted to see how much he’d take, how far I could go. I stood up and rubbed my dick along his gap, pulling back my foreskin so my slit drooled precum on his puckered hole. “You gonna fuck me? You gonna make me your bitch? Bust my poor virgin asshole with that assrammer between your legs? Is it going to hurt?” His eyes were wild with lust. I wasn’t in the head space where I recognized I might regret this, I just needed to have my cock slide inside him. I needed it. “Probably.” I guaranteed. He grinned like I’d never seen before. Like a firebug watching a house burn. “Good. Show me what a brute you are. Make it rough. Make it so fucking rough I scream. I want to scream for you, Kev. Every time I even THINK about my ass I want to think of the beautiful meat of you all over me and in me.” My dick was shorter than his but not by much. And it was thicker around. Probably not the best dick for fucking a virgin hole. We were going to lose our virginity together. My heavy load of precum slimed his asscrack. I pressed the head against his pucker. “Fuck yes!” He groaned. I shoved hard and felt his clenched ring give way. “Oh fucking Jesus!” He yelled, clenched up, held his breath, every muscle seized. “FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK”. He pounded the bed with his fists, then punched me in the chest, twice. “God that hurts so bad you hot motherfucker bastard handsome prick! Fuck you and your fat ripping cock. Bust my fucking virgin cunt, bro. Don’t stop, I don’t want the pain to stop!” He didn’t have to beg. I laid into him balls deep with a sudden violent shove. Holy fucking hell. I thought he let loose before, but when my cock bottomed out it was like I plugged in a chainsaw. OH GOD IT BURNS, MY SHITTER IS ON FUCKING FIRE,” Right then I shot my third load deep in his ass, but I wasn’t stopping. And I didn’t tell him. This was MY hole now. I yanked my still spurting dick out of him and stabbed him again with all my strength. I noticed some of my cum flew out of my dick and splattered his ass on the upstroke. Fucking hot. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, oh fuck I’m cumming!” His cock spurted. Because his dick was in my mouth the first time he came, I didn’t realize how much he shot. I mean, I knew it was a lot, but seeing it was something else. A big heavy long squirt travelled up to land between his pecs, stringing from his belly button to almost his throat. I spurted more of myself into him, still ramming him like I was beating a bully. A second wide ribbon of his white ballsauce flung out. We were alternating cumshots, me deep up his ridiculously tight virgin hole, then him up his chest, almost as if it was just one continuous cumshot from my nuts up through his ass, the out his dick up to his throat. “DON’T FUCKING STOP! HARDER! RAPE MY CUNT BRO. JUST FUCKING RAPE IT. OH GOD I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” I was losing my shit, his screaming filthy mouth and shooting cock, barely seconds between orgasms, making me drill him more violently with everything I had when my own fourth orgasm took me. He started to grunt with a high pitched whine, his head thrown back on the bed pointing towards the wall. “Crush my nuts.” Whine. “Slam my shitter into a cunt!” Whine. “Tear me up deep inside!” I hadn’t realized that his balls hung so low my pubic bone was bashing them every time I punched into him. “Oh god I can’t stop cumming!” He cried. “It feels so good, you make it hurt so good. I love you so much.” Still pumping him with my jizzing pole, I leaned down and slurped a mouthful of his dicksoup off his chest, then spit it in his face. “Fuck yes!” He gasped. I smacked him hard then crushed my mouth onto his after he got his face back towards me. I raised up and slapped him again, pushing him with my thrusts further onto the bed. I climbed up on my knees and grabbed his ankles then pivoted up to spread him wide beneath me, pinning his feet up beside his head. For the first time since I’d tasted his perfect, beautiful, all man asshole, I finally looked into his eyes. He was loving this, whether it was the feel of my dick splitting his ass open, or that I had let go, I didn’t know. But at this moment they were one and the same, and I learned something else, that my enjoyment was his, and his mine, that was what truly mattered. “For a straight guy, you’re a dirty little fuck, you know that? Is my dick fucking you into a slutty pussy bitch? I just want to know one thing - do you want to be able to walk after this, or do you want me to destroy you? What’s it gonna be, bro?” I hammered him deep, pulled all the way out, then hammered him again. He hadn’t responded yet, probably too focused on my rutting fat cock. “Too late. I own this cunt now.” I started fucking him at different angles, trying to judge which one made him writhe in pain the most. I spread his legs even more, knowing the stretch was burning his hamstrings. I slammed into him so hard he bounced violently off the mattress, then met him on the bounce to fuck him back down. I let one leg go then scissored him to plow him from the side, stepping on his face with my foot. I filled him twice more with nut wrenching loads of cum, and his untouched cock shivered out another load of his own, though the volume of it had lessened to almost nothing. “Looks like you’re out, tap’s run dry. Not mine.” I observed with a knuckle smack to his bruised plums, before I flipped him over on his stomach and stuffed my wet dick back inside his warm cum frothed hole. I smothered him with my entire body, kissing and biting his neck, cheeks, mouth. I wrapped my arms under his armpits then clasped my hands behind his head, rendering him helpless. And then I jackhammered him brutally in rapid fire, trying to cum again, knowing it was struggling to surface. It was there, I just wasn’t hitting hard enough, fast enough. Sometimes my dick slipped out of him and I jammed it blindly into his crack knowing it would find my cumbucket eventually, not caring if it punched him or got caught on the rim of his hole. This would be my last orgasm, and I wasn’t surrendering until I delivered it balls deep in my buddy, the man I lived with all my heart. We were both drenched in sweat, panting and groaning. I bit down hard on his trapezius muscle, frustrated with the load that taunted me but wouldn’t release, hoping to draw blood. He screamed, I bit harder and felt him shove his ass back into me. I bit the other one, wanting meat, and he screamed again, and I shot the most rapturous load all the way up inside him, ejaculating so hard I couldn’t move. My prostate cramped , overused, overworked, worn out completely. If a cum attack was my dick’s version of a heart attack, that’s what was, like everything down there was pulled into a shredder and vise at the same time. If Tom wasn’t walking tomorrow, I wasn’t either. I released his arms, and collapsed on top of him, my mouth drooling on his neck. “Fucking hell.” I mumbled. “Fucking heaven.” He mumbled back. “Fucking beautiful.” Carol mumbled. I looked at her and grinned. “ forgot you were here. Sorry.” She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. I came three times watching you. That was the hottest thing I think I’ll ever see.” I rolled off him, then jumped up to pull his asscheeks apart. “Fuck dude, your hole is torn up.” I said. He chuckled. “Certainly feels that way.” I went back up to his head, seeing deep bite marks on his shoulders. I pulled his head up gently, and gave him a deep, loving kiss. “I bit you. Marked you.” Running my fingers gently over the bites. “I came when you did that. I don’t think anything came out, but I shot five blanks just the same. Guess you’re a top, huh? And dude, you’re going to make some lucky guy VERY happy. Very, very happy. But until you meet him, I’ll let you practice on me.” I laughed. “Oh you’ll LET me, will you?” I smacked his ass as hard as I could, making him yelp. “Maybe I won’t let you let me. Maybe I’ll just take it when I want it.” Tom rolled over, smiling. I ran my eyes over his hot body, his heavy cock. “That’s the best way. I like it when I don’t have control. You know, this went way different than I thought it would.” I blinked. Carol answered my question. “Yeah, we figured you would have to be coaxed through it, the way you always hold back with everything else. Plus, we thought it would be Tom fucking you. And then we thought it would be gentle and loving. You’re always so soft spoken, it’s something we both love about you.” “Plus, I thought I was going to get a blowjob.” Tom complained. Which earned him a matching set of bloody dental imprints on each ass cheek.

This past weekend. Started fucking and loading a new cumdump recently. He’s super into ANON play and is always ass up in panties. His ass always gets super wet and sloppy the harder you pound it and he frequently kegels his hole while i stroke. He drained 3 loads out of me.

There is one thing i learned, you can't trust any guy on his word if it becomes to bareback sex.. back in the days i trusted quite a few men and then i ended up with 3 STD's. it's true that prep have reduce new HIV infections (here with 50-60%) but there are people that still get infected each year because they don't use prep. so it's really stupid to think you are safe, because ur not. barebacking without prep will result into poz eventually for most guys. just a matter of time you will get a toxic load in ur ass just because you trusted that guy on his word

My personal best was 32 loads taken during a gang breeding at a leather event a few years ago. I was blindfolded and a guy who set up the scene managed the door. 32 loads means about 75 visitors to the room for 2 bottoms. I got fucked a lot. The hardest thing about taking unlimited loads is a) finding the tops getting them off. The "idea" of a cumdump is exciting, but in actual fact it's work because you and your willing hole are not automatically going to get a dude excited enough to blow his load. You need to stay on your game and be interactive with the stud fucking you. You need to adapt your positioning to the dude fucking and his particular tastes. Does he like it tight? Does it get him horny when you make sounds... That's all shit you gotta be on, because you need to get him off relatively fast... Oh, and likely you'll be sucking the next top while getting fucked too... So, multitask If your goal is maximum loads, no matter how hot you think you are, you're going to soften your standards. Not every guy is looking to plug his cock into a cunt full of 10 other loads, and those that are aren't always porn stars. You're there for the sensation of being turned into a cumdump? Then earn your prizes and milk every cock stuck in your hole like it is the last one you'll see. You'll be dealing with dudes who have small cocks, cocks that won't stay hard and guys who fuck like it's their first time.... I don't want to dispel the fantasy too much, because if you're in the right headspace, gang bangs are still hot, but the onus is on you as the hole everyone's there to seed to PERFORM. As for soreness, well yes, you're hole is going to get sore. You're going to have multiple cocks sawing in and out, plus a few eager fingers too... A little pain is part of the attraction of being a cumdump. The first 10 cocks are not so hard, but after #15 if you get a really well hung dude who wants to ride you a little hard, you'll be fuckin whimpering as your puffed up hole takes a rough fuck. To me, that pain of ANOTHER cock slipping in, is the absolute bliss of bottoming... So if you're born to serve and love the idea of being offered up as a carnival ride, then you're going to love being a cumdump. If you just want to get fucked... forget number of loads and enjoy having fun with other dudes.

Bizarre, risky, unexpected, or otherwise unusual, what are some of the most unusual public places have you let someone take full advantage of your desperate need to be used by a stud. Men's rooms, rest areas, baths, porn shops: most of us have done it, because it's pretty accessible, but have you either been literally out in the open or in a location not typically sought for getting a load? Who was he? How did he do it? Did you get caught, or were you on full display for anyone to see? One of my favorites was having gone to the porn shop and having taken a few loads one night after the club I was followed out by a tall good looking stud. He didn't say anything, but we exchanged looks. Next thing I know he's following my car in his as I scrambled in my head where to get with this guy. There was a small park in a quiet neighborhood between my place and where I was. The thought of getting his cock was burning through me. A couple minutes later we both parked on the street along side of the public park. It was easily 4am or later. I got out of my car with the plan to get into his and get his cock, but as I made my way to his car he got out. I walked up to him. "What's up?" I asked casually. With one hand he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His other hand found the leg hole my running shorts and squoze the bare cheek of my ass. He led me into the park. We passed the playground headed towards a wooded area. I assumed he was heading for cover, but stopped when we came to picnic table not more than twenty feet from the playground and yards from the wood. He turned to me as he undid his jeans and pulled his above average cock out. He stroked it as I watched. "Want it?" He teased. Taking a seat at the picnic table I leaned toward him surrounding the head of his drooling cock with my mouth. He took full advantage. He grabbed my head and his cock to completely control my cocksucking. He got so hard and was drooling copious amounts of precum that he fed me. He slapped my tongue and face with his tool before shoving it down my throat and pumping it like a fleshlight. I was in heaven with this aggressive top. His jeans had been pushed down to his knees. When he decided, he climbed on top of the picnic table and laid on his back along the length of it. He looked at me, "Get up here on this table. I want you to stand over me." Not sure of what this stud was thinking I climbed right up. I stood above him with my feet placed on either side of his hips. "Strip." He said. I hesitated for a moment. Looking around us there were easily a dozen homes in view from a distance or rather, I was in full view of several homes. I pulled off my tank top and slipped off my running shorts. This left me standing only in my sneakers on top of a picnic table at some time before dawn with a nice long thick cock on a stud pointing up at me. I threw my clothes to the ground. "Now, sit on this big cock, baby. Take it for a ride." Carefully, I squatted down, reaching with my right hand for his cock. When he felt the head push past my well used pucker he thrusted his hips upward. I responded by sitting on his full length. "Yeah baby, ride my big dick." And I did. My hole was well lubed with other loads from the booths at the porn shop. I could feel them escape from the warm confines of my hungry asshole to being dripped and then matted into his course pubic hairs. My ass bounced up and down on his cock. His hips meeting me as I slammed it back down wanting him as deep inside me as he could get. We both grunting and almost growling as we fucked. Again, his hand took my head. He held me looking into his eyes as his cock slammed into me over and over with our joint efforts. "I'm getting close. Where do you want my load?" He asked. I responded by picking up the pace of our fuck. He got a huge grin on his face and his grip got a little tighter. His breathing got heavier. His groans louder. My faggot ass was in pig heaven. I was in a public park in summer at some early hour as I could see the sky start to lighten, naked, getting my ass used by a stud who was almost completely dressed on top of a table where I could be seen by anyone looking out the front of their home or a passing car. I felt his hand hold me down. His cock throbbed inside me as it spit his seed into my body. Then he pulled me down into a kiss. Once he allowed me to pull away. I climbed down from the picnic table. He pulled himself together quickly as I picked up my clothes. I never did see him again, but I've been fucked in plenty of fields and parking lots along side businesses or in the center of a neighborhood at all hours. How about you?

Hi guys! Thanks for checking out my topic here - I really hope to hear from you...anytime - I am not going anywhere (I will be around). I like to have fun! I like to wear my sexy cheerleading uniforms - especially my short skirts - and I love to perform. I like to cheer, lap-dance, and generally suck dick and get fucked like a fun cheer slut should. I have a small collection of uniforms to help cheer on your favourite Toronto team(s). I know many guys have said they would love to have a fun cock-sucking slut work on their shaft and balls while they enjoy watching their team play and having a beer. My fantasy would be to find you and a team of your buddies enjoying a game with your cocks out so I can take turns making sure you each are well tended to and leave the game (win or lose) with an empty ballsack (win!!). Be sure to ask me about my half-time routine (wink). We can rent a room if you like. I am open to one on one during the pandemic, but I enjoy team sports and getting team fucked. Please feel free to email me directly (funcheercd@protonmail.com) - I guess that's how it works here. As much as I wish I could be an on-call slut, I am not. I need to plan our rendezvous, so please don't expect any immediate response. I have a vehicle and can travel within the region. I am open to many ideas and scenarios. I prefer to keep it light hearted and fun and would entertain any suggestion that is entertaining and fun. I am not opposed to traveling so any guys reading this who are not in the GTA, please email me - let's set a date for your city. Some of my favourite ideas are as follows: Bachelor party in Niagara? Setup a sports room and leave the rest to me. I will keep your buddies entertained. Boys Night Out? Same as above. You don't need a buddy to get married to have this kind of fun. Going to the Casino? If or when it's open - why not? How about you and your buddies take a break from gambling to watch the game in up in the sports room. Coach wants to get his team laid. No problem. I have enough stamina to get the job done well! Whore me out! I love men. All men. I enjoy getting used by a guy who just wants to achieve his best possible orgasm. I have attached one or two pictures - but file size is limited, so if you'd like to see more just email me. Let's get a dialogue started. I look forward to hearing from you! xoxo

Just met a guy on doublelist. This is what I get to suck.

I enjoy a longer lay, so when a top takes a long time to cum I'm in heaven the whole time. As a bottom I do what I can to make the fuck pleasurable for both of us. Whether that means squeezing with my butt muscles of changing positions so he can relax while I do all the work with my hips, the pleasure is always mine. So if it's a longer fuck, then it's my job to make sure I have a nice ride.

I love studs that take along time to spunk inside me. That way I get a nice big load of sperms and a sore hole then beg for another breeding so my hole really hurts as I take his 2nd spunk load.

Hey @TwinkSlut24, I’ve been there and done that hehe. In relation to your question, when I tell my gay friends that I have taken a dozen cocks (anonymously and bareback) the previous night, I can’t help but shake the feeling that they are shocked. I wouldn’t say that they are disgusted by my behaviour, but more along the line of being worried for me, because of catching STDs (which always happen anyway) or my getting hurt in some way. I definitely wouldn’t tell any of my straight friends about my slutiness, as they will be disgusted for sure. Oh well. In my personal view, after being in the shoes of a slut, I have come to the conclusion that we go and have sex for fun, but we are still people at the end of the day. We have our lives, ambitions, hobbies, families to return to. Perhaps the top might see as a piece of meat who purpose is for his enjoyment, and us bottom might see ourselves as a hole to be used, and for a brief amount of time, the world exist in that space only. But after everyone cums, the curtain is drawn, and we return to our lives again. So I wouldn’t worry about what people might think about your behaviour. They might call you this or that, but you are much more than just this one thing (being a slut) that you do in your life. It doesn’t define who you are. I think in terms of being addicted to being a whore, it depends on your personality. I’m a risk taker so I am drawn to activities like these, but I know a lot of other bottoms who are more risk-adverse, so they would probably think about doing this in their fantasy, but not in real life.

In my university days I connected with a young dominant who wanted a submissive to use and abuse. After chatting online for a while, we agreed to a meeting at his house. I arrived, stripped to my jockstrap, assumed the face-down-ass-up position across his bed, was buckled into restraints on my wrists and ankles, blindfolded, and collared. I heard a swish of the air then felt the sting of a leather lash on my butt cheek. I gasped and grunted, sounds that encouraged him to continue until my ass was red and stinging. Next he turned his attention to my tight pink hole, dripping watery lube down my ass crack and slowly working it around my anal ring, then inside with a thick finger, eventually progressing to two fingers, and three. Slowly fucking my hole with his three fingers I began to moan and gyrate against his hand, craving more. In response my master stopped, making me beg for his attention when I felt a familiar aroma under my nostrils. The scent of amyl flushed my face, I felt my ass ring relax, and my head started spinning. His three fingers started stretching and training my ass, driving me wild as I pushed backward, wanting to feel him deeper into me. As his right hand trained my hole, his left hand reached under my jock and set my semi-hard cock free of it’s cloth prison. I moaned louder and started begging for more as he massaged my balls, then stroked my cock to a full erection as he stretched my hole wider. “Do you like this boy?”, he asked I could only manage a weak response as the pleasure and the poppers drove me into a frenzy “Yes Master”, I moaned, “work my hole and body for your pleasure”. I heard a low laugh as he removed his hands and left me on his bed, filled with lust, begging for more, but being denied any attention for several minutes. The scent of poppers again filled my brain before I felt the cool plastic of an anal toy against my hole. “Breathe deep boy”, he commanded. I complied, taking 3 deep huffs per nostril, and felt the toy penetrate me. Was it a dildo? A plug? I felt my hole slowly expand and give way, confirming it was a medium size plug being worked into me. I moaned loudly as my anal ring collapsed back around the narrow base, leaving me feeling full. I felt a rustle against the bed and I heard the sound of two quick pumps of air from a bulb. The plug in me expanded. I moaned and he replied with two more quick pumps. “You need that boy pussy stretched and prepped for what I have planned, boy”. More poppers filled my nostrils and he continued pumping the butt plug larger, only to release the air and re-start the stretching. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my semi-hard cock as I moaned and gyrated against the plug. With the plug engorged in me he pulled it gently backward, forcing my hole to stretch slightly. Fuck. I was reaching the point where my body needed to be used hard and rough. With the inflatable butt plug expanded in me, my hips gyrating, pre-cum oozing from me, and poppers being held against my nostrils, I was flying into a lust-filled frenzy. His fingers suddenly gripped my nipples, teased them, and I felt a pair of butterfly clips attached. I moaned loudly, my nipples have always been the switch that drives me wild and forces me to totally submit. “You’re getting loud boy”, my master informed me, “we can’t have that irritating my guest”. I felt a ball gag press against my partly-open mouth and my jaw instinctively dropped to accept in. As the strap was tightened around my head my brain searched through it’s amyl fog to understand what he said. Irritating his guest? What did that mean? He lived alone with two dogs. A hard slap against my ass cheek refocused my attention back to servitude as the plug was deflated and swiftly pulled from my hole. I felt my boy pussy gape then slowly wink itself closed. “Mmmm, you are ready boy”, he said in a judgmental tone, evaluating my hole. I felt a warm pressure against my hole as more poppers were placed under my nose. I squirmed as I felt his dominant cock press slowly into me, relentlessly moving forward and showing me he owned my hole and my body. My lower body started twitching to resist but I heard his soothing voice “Relax boy. My cock is covered like we discussed. I’ll only fuck you with a condom”. I soon felt my master’s hips bump against my butt as he bottomed out and moaned. “Mmm you are still a tight boy”, he said, before slowly pulling back. He started thrusting and withdrawing, fucking my hole, moulding my ass to his desire. I lost track of how long he fucked me, drifting between the pleasure spreading from his cock massaging my prostate, and the regular dosing of poppers under my nose. I was a pre-cum dripping puddle before he finally pulled out and patted my ass. “Good boy, you made me cum about three times with that tight, warm, cock pocket”. I was so lost in my sex haze I never even felt his cock swell or pump. The sound of a condom being removed, then warm liquid being dripped on my lower back confirmed he must have released his load during our session. “I’ll be right back boy”, he said as he went to clean up, leaving me face-down-ass-up, my hole gaping and exposed. As I waited I heard a knock downstairs, followed by low voices, then soft footsteps getting louder. “Ready for round two, boy?”, master asked. As I nodded, the smell of amyl again filled my head and the warm pressure returned to my asshole. I huffed deeply five times on each nostril as cock penetrated me, making me rock backward against it. My hole stretched around the glans as I moaned. My hole was stretching more than before as the cock entered me, sliding deeper, deeper than before. “Mmm just relax boy, take the cock”, my master ordered. I heard a camera start taking pictures as my master encouraged me to ride back against the cock, a tug on the chain of the nipples clamps making me twitch as poppers regularly filled my head. His fucking picked up in tempo and intensity as the session continued. Harder, faster, and deeper I was fucked until I was pressed into the mattress, moaning into the ball gag, the angle of my hips providing the only resistance to the onslaught. As he pounded my hole, I heard my master encouraging me to take it deep, give in, and let that cock become one with me as I surrendered my body. Finally I heard a grunt, a balls-deep thrust, and a cock erupt deep into me, my ass twitching in unison. The cock was pulled from me and I heard my master leave the room again. Footsteps on the stairs, muffled voices, then a door opening and closing. I laid there, breathing heavy, slowly coming back to my senses. I heard more footsteps and then my master’s voice, “You did well boy, I hope to have many more sessions with you”. I heard a few clicks of a camera, then felt a warm, moist towel against my ass. “Let me clean you up boy”. After being cleaned he removed the gag and blindfold, then released the restraints on my wrists and ankles. We chatted briefly about the session as I dressed and walked to the door, master patting my shoulder as I left. After I arrived back at my apartment, balls still full of cum, I logged online to watch porn, remember the session, and finally release my straining balls. As I connected, my email chimed. It was a message from my master. As I opened it I gasped and my cock throbbed hard. Attached were a half-dozen photos, each clearly showing my hole stretching around a thick black cock. A bare black cock. Raw black cock against my smooth pale skin. We had agreed on safe sex only! The final photo was my gaping hole, with thick white cum dripping from me.

Part 7 “Daddy’s gonna fist your cunt. Then shoot his toxic load in it.” “Thank you Daddy.” “You’re gonna need a pick me up for that boy.” I smiled and begged, “Please Daddy. Give me more. Shove more up my ass.” He shook his head. “I don’t play that way, boy.” I looked at him and asked, “Smoke?,” hoping this was how he played. “Nope. Try again.” I closed my eyes, knowing the only other way. And I was terrified. I slowly opened my eyes, overcoming my fear. “Slamming,” I quietly said. “I didn’t hear you boy.” I mustered every ounce of courage. “Slamming, Sir. You slam. You’re gonna slam me, Sir.” “Is that a question? Or a statement? Yes, I only play by slamming little faggots like you.” It was easier to say this. “I want you to slam me Daddy. Please slam me and fist me.” “Good boy. But before I do that, I have a question for you.” I nodded my head. “You’ve already taken five toxic loads. Do you care who gave it to you? Who made you into a poz whore? I though about it for a moment. I nodded my head. “I wish it could have been one of you.” Daddy smiled, “I wish it could have been one of us. Telling you we were giving you our toxic loads and making you beg for them,” I felt a tear roll down my face. “I wish that would have happened.” Lamont and Master, agreed. “Sorry we couldn’t make you do that.” Daddy walked over and grabbed a pouch from the floor and walked back me. He opened the pouch and pulled out a bag of shards. He saw my eyes go wide with hunger. The came a strap with a small clip. He saw my questioning look and said, “it’s for your arm. Easy on, easy off.” Then he pulled the needle and held it up for me to see. It was empty but still intense. “You can still say no, boy. It’s gonna be your choice.” I didn’t hesitate this time. “I want it Sir. Please, slam me.” He smiled and said, “Good choice, son. But it was going to happen your way. Or mine.” “Lamont, I need your help.” Daddy and Sir left the room, going to the bathroom as Master took over fingering my cunt. He leered down at me and before I knew it, he smacked my balls causing me to whimper and tighten my cunt. Lamont returned and Master slid his fingers out so Lamont could take over. Lamont slid his fingers in, bigger than Master’s. I was lost in this feeling and did not hear Master leave. Soon Master returned and told me to open my eyes. I did and saw home to my left, Sir to my right and Daddy, now naked, standing in front of me. His dick was average in length and thickness. His PA was twice the size of Master’s and sharp on the edge. He had the same bio-hazard tat as the previous guy. This one was in red and had the words, “Toxic Shooter” above it.

Omg yes I'd love this done to me though guys back out usually have you videos of you choking guys?

l love that gaping high traffic fuckhole. lt looks like it has been fucked by so many big fat cocks that it never fully closes shut. Just a yawning overused hole dripping jizz everywhere you go. l love your jobs. You look like a natural born whore. Your father must be so proud. I know I would be if you were my son or daughter. Your body is a community cum dumpster. I’m glad your boyfriend understands what you are and whores you out accordingly. You are both sexy as hell and disgusting at the same time. Do you ever get used as a toilet?

yes I was turned out as a femboy and a t-girl by the uncle who trained me to be a pussyboy and an anonymous cumdumpster. once he got me used to being a whore and taking loads from anonymous stranger regularly, he turned me into a t-girl whore cause I was already so sissy and fem with a fem body and sweet juicy ass that men have always loved fucking. makeup, wigs, girly slutty clothing, starting in grade 10. I loved it straight away.

Chapter 10 - The Guest of Honor As Adam walked away, Brian went over and grabbed his clothes. He put his sneakers back on; the concrete patio was hot from the sun and he didn’t bring anything else to put on his feet. Everything else he balled up and set on a lawn chair by the pool, unsure what else to do with it. Walking around outside in just his Asics was a trippy experience for him. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his entire body, and he realized he wasn’t sure he’d ever been totally naked outside before. He was also aware of all of the eyes on him. The guys didn’t rush up and form a line. Many were eating, drinking, chatting. But almost all were watching. Brian wondered if this was going to be just a constant fuck fest, but to his relief it wasn’t. He was intent on having fun, a lot of fun, but he wasn’t sure he could take every single guy one after another. Jasper noticed Brian looking around like a deer at a rock concert, unsure what to do next. “Bri, come on over here man!” he waved the spatula and invited Brian back over to the grill area. As Brian got close, Jasper continued “That, my friend, was a good first showing. How do you feel?” “I’m not sure there are words for how I feel right now” Brian said contemplatively. “Ha, well, that makes sense. I hope you think sexy might be a contender though. That was a fucking hot show, but moreover, you are amazingly sexy Bri.” Brian blushed and nodded his head. He still wasn’t used to being thought of as sexy, not being a tanned football jock… “Here” Jasper tossed him a bottled water. “Drink up. Want a burger? Can’t have you passing out of an empty stomach while you’re playing.” He paused and looked up with a coy smile as if he just realized something “Well, maybe we could…. No no, this is a party, you should eat. And drink, there’s beer all over the place and a well stocked bar just inside. Raul is tending and he makes a mean Grasshopper if you want something sweet.” “Sure, thanks” Brian replied on auto-pilot, still getting his bearings. Jasper handed him a plastic plate with a cheeseburger on it, and nodded towards one of the tables. “Have a seat and enjoy.” It was blowing Brian’s mind that he was at a gay sex party, naked, cum still leaking out of his ass, holding a plate with a cheeseburger on it. This was definitely the weirdest day of his life. He sat down at the table with a couple other guys, thankful that the wrought iron chairs had padded seats. He was shy at first, listening as a couple of them talked about plans for visiting Washington DC for Leather Weekend. One guy, a late 30s redhead with a well-built and freckled body, quickly lost interest in that conversation and started chatting up the new twink at the table. “Oh hi, I’m Owen!” he said enthusiastically. “Can I just tell you how fucking young you look, and how fucking hot that is.” “Uh, thanks.” “Are you really 18? Not that I would…” “Watch it Owen…” another 30 something at the table cut him off before he could finish that sentence. This guy wasn’t quite as hot as Owen, and he was still wearing a tank top and jeans, as opposed to Owen’s green bathing suit and flip flops. “Yup, really 18” Brian replied. “A senior in high school, huh? How the hell did you wind up here?” the other guy asked. “Oh don’t be a fucking buzzkill George” Owen snapped. “He’s here because he’s a teenager, he’s horny, and he wants cock, obviously. Isn’t that right Brian?” “Yeah, um, Adam invited me, and… well I thought it was crazy at first. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and here I am.” Brian, George, and Owen chatted for a couple minutes while Brian finished his burger and Owen downed a beer. They talked about college, Boston, and Brian told him about his first encounter with Adam. Finally, Owen cut Brian off mid-sentence and asked “So, you ready for more cock boy?” Brian was a bit thrown by the sudden change of subject, but Owen leaned back and showed off the hard cock tenting his swimsuit. “Well, yeah, that’s why I’m here” Brian said with a smirk, starting to get used to being the guest of honor. Owen lifted his ass off the chair, quickly slid down his shorts, slumped back so his cock was standing up right at the edge, and said “hop on man.” Brian got up, rounded the table, and stood naked in front of Owen, whose green eyes lit up at the sight of Brian’s scrawny pale body in front of him. Unsure what to do now, Brian asked “Um, how do you want me?” “Turn around, and sit down on my cock.” Brian did as he was told, and turned around to see George smiling at the two of them with reluctant approval, and seeing several other guys turn their attention to him again for round two. He maneuvered back towards Owen and reached back, grabbing for Owen’s cock. As he found it in his hand, he guided his ass backwards and lined up his asshole the hard cockhead. This was a very new position for him, but he liked it. He was servicing a hot guy, and he was doing it completely of his own power. He slowly backed himself on to Owen’s cock. Owen was smaller that Adam by a couple inches, but it still felt great lowering himself on to a hard dick. He had to will himself to get Owen’s cock through his hole, as there was no one pushing into him this time. Once he got Owen’s cock inside him, he kept lowering himself down until his ass cheeks were firmly planted on Owen’s hips and he had taken his cock balls deep. Owen was holding Brian’s back as he paused for a second to adjust. Brian placed his hands on Owen’s knees and started picking himself up off the cock, and then slid right back down with a moan. “Fuck yeah boy, ride my cock. I can feel Adam’s cum in you you fucking slut, you 18 year old whore.” Owen thrusted his hips upward to meet Brian’s lowering ass, making him yelp. Brian kept picking himself up and lowering himself down as Owen continued hurling dirty talk at him. “Fucking faggot boy sliding on my hot cock. You love it you high school piece of shit. Take my man cock kid.” Compared to Adam, Owen didn’t last long. Brian had pulled himself almost all the way off, and getting egged on by Owen’s talk, slammed down on to his dick as hard as he could. He heard Owen shut up and groan as he bucked his hips up and released his load in Brian’s ass. After taking in Owen’s cum for a moment, Brian slid off Owen’s dick. Owen slapped his ass and said “thanks kid, that was hot. Enjoy that cum” before standing up and heading in to the house. Brian was again unsure what to do, but this time he didn’t have to wait long. An older guy, maybe 60, was laying down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. He yelled over “Hey kid, come here.” Brian wandered over, still wearing just sneakers, swaying a bit as that strange position (and his second cock of the day) had left him kind of wobbly. As Brian walked up to the new guy, he swung his legs off the chaise lounge and beckoned Brian in close, and without saying anything else, grabbed Brian’s cock and took it in his mouth. Brian just stood there and received a nice blowjob from this guy whose name he didn’t even know. After a minute or so. he was fully hard. The guy let his dick out of his mouth and looked up at Brian. “So rude of those two to use your nice little hole but not even offer to get you off.” Brian hadn’t even really thought about it, but this guy was right. “Uh, yeah, I guess I haven’t cum yet.” “Jasper said your versatile?” “Yeah” “Good, then it’s time to get you off and empty your balls a bit.” He climbed back on to the lounge chair ass up and spread his cheeks, inviting Brian to enter. “Fuck me, young Brian”. His grabbed his hard, spit-covered dick and lined it up with the guy’s ass. The chair was higher than most lounges, so he had to stand up on the balls of his feet to reach, but sure enough, he slid his teenage dick into the old man’s warm ass. This guy was no Jake; he was far from a virgin. Brian’s cock slid in without too much trouble and found itself resting in a warm, comfortable hole. It felt different, not having to fight for each inch, but Brian liked it. It gripped his cock nicely and he easily bottomed out. He held his cock there for a moment before he heard the guy say “fuck me hard boy”. Brian accepted his invitation. He started pounding him as hard as he could, holding on to his hips for fear he would send him flying with a thrust. He was so zoned in on fucking this random guy that he didn’t notice how many partygoers were watching now. The sight of Brian’s young lean body taking control was getting the bottoms at the party all hot and bothered. Every muscle in his body was working hard in this position; his legs were straining as he stood up on his feet and bucked his hips hard, and his arms and chest were flexed as he held his prey in position. His body was beginning to glisten with sweat. The loud slapping noise punctuated an otherwise quiet moment at the party, accented by grunts from both the teenager and the old man. After a few minutes of hard pounding, Brian unleashed inside the man’s hole. He felt rope after rope of his cum flowing in to this guy’s ass as he finally exploded after getting fucked twice already. He kept thrusting his cock in deep in the guy’s ass until every last bit of cum had escaped his dick. Once he finished, the man simply fell back on to the lounge chair, laying on his stomach, and Brian heard him say “good job kid, thanks”. Standing there with a cum-soaked cock, Brian looked around and finally saw all his admirers watching, again. He had never felt more alive, more powerful, more wanted. He just wrecked the ass of some older man whose name he didn’t even know, at party full of gay men. He felt good. He walked over to a free lounge chair and laid down on his back, letting his naked skin soak in the sun while he caught his breath and giving his body a break after three intense fucking sessions. One tall skinny guy, probably in his early thirties, came over and cleaned off Brian’s cock with his mouth. Brian didn’t even say a word to him as he did, and soon enough he was taking Brian’s second load of the day down his throat. ******* It was getting later in the evening, and Brian was exhausted. By his count, he had been fucked 4 times, topped two guys, been blown by a couple more, and sucked off more than he could remember. He wondered how much cum he had inside him now, both in his ass and in his stomach. He had his ass eaten out once and had made out with several guys, some who he did more with, others who only wanted to kiss him and feel up his twink body. It hadn’t quite been a non-stop fuckfest for him; he had had time to walk around, take a dip in the pool, get a buzz off some delicious cocktails from the bar. It would have been quite a fun party even if he wasn’t naked and getting laid for most of it. As the sun started to set, he realized that he should probably get going home. He hadn’t told his parents he was going to be staying over anywhere, and if he stayed much longer they would be pissed that he didn’t update them on what he was up to. He went to find Jasper to let him know he was leaving, to thank him, and to figure out where they had put his clothes. Brian was sad he didn’t get to see Jasper naked, but he couldn’t complain after all the fun he had. He wandered in to the house and found Jasper coming down from upstairs. “Hey man, it’s getting late, I should be getting home. Do you know where my clothes went?” “So soon? Did we wear you out? You certainly did well out there today, you made a lot of guys very happy.” “Haha thanks. No it’s just that my parents will be expecting me.” “Right, I could almost forget you’re still in high school after watching you do what you did today. I put your clothes upstairs. Hold here one sec and I’ll show you up there.” Jasper walked off for a moment, but was back quickly and motioned for Brian to follow him up the stairs. “You know you are really a beautiful boy” he said as they reached the second floor landing. Brian chuckled “if you say so.” “You don’t think so?” “I’m just a skinny nerdy kid. Maybe if you could teach me how to put on some muscle and I could get a tan, then maybe.” “Kid, come on, you are one fucking hot twinky neg boy… well, for the moment.” With that, Jasper opened the door to one of the bedrooms and walked in. It was pretty dark in the room, the curtains were drawn, and Brian noticed that for some reason Jasper didn’t turn on the lights. Maybe the light coming in from the hallway was enough? Brian walked in expecting to find his clothes laid out on the bed, but instead he didn’t see anything. Then, all of a sudden, he felt Jasper leap on to him. He basically threw Brian up on to the bed and in a flash got on top of the boy so he couldn’t move. Brian figured Jasper wanted to fuck him quickly before he left, which he was totally fine with. “Jasper! I’ve gotta go but if you wanna do this quick I think I could take one more load.” Brian could barely see Jasper’s face, but he could make out what looked like an evil grin, and for some reason he didn’t respond and just held Brian still for a moment. “What?” Brian puzzled. Then he heard the door shut behind Jasper. Someone else had come in. Brian recognized the guy; he hadn’t talked to him at all yet at the party, but he had been staring at him all day. A muscled Italian guy whose name he didn’t know, he did see him chatting with Jasper alone a lot. The Italian walked up alongside the bed and grabbed Brian’s right arm, which had been hanging off the side of the bed, and that’s when Brian felt it. He felt the handcuff clasp closing around his wrist, and saw the Italian man fasten the other side to the wrought iron headboard. “What the fuck, hey guys come on I’ve got to go home!” Brian exclaimed as his playful tone started giving way to genuine concern. Then, Jasper hopped off of Brian to the other side of the bed from the Italian, all while keeping hold of Brian’s left arm. Brian started to struggle, but it was no use against Jasper’s powerful grip, and soon he saw a second pair of handcuffs get closed over his other wrist and attached again to the headboard. “What’s going on!?” Brian complained. “Should we do his feet too? I’ve got some rope” the Italian said with not an ounce of playfullness in his voice. “No,” Jasper replied, “he’s not going anywhere. Plus we have him face up so we’ll need good access to his ass. We can just hold down his legs if needed.” Then Brian saw the door open and a third guy walked in to the dark room. He flipped a dim table lamp on near the door, lighting up the room just enough for Brian to see what was going on. It was Adam. “Oh good, you got him” Adam said to Jasper and the Italian. Jasper moved around to the foot of the bed and grabbed Brian’s legs by the ankles. His legs were skinny enough that Jasper almost entirely wrapped one hand around each one and brought them together, holding Brian down in a totally vulnerable position. Brian looked up at him. Even though he had spent the day fucking around, his eyes were full of fear. This felt different. “Did you think there was any chance you were going to leave this house still HIV-negative Brian?” Jasper asked matter-of-factly? Brian didn’t say anything, but he could feel himself starting to shake as his nerves took hold. “I noticed you didn’t say a word about your status as you were fucking around all day. That’s fine. My guess is you think it’s hot, getting fucked by older men who might be poz, who might infect you, but you still think that you’ll probably leave here, go back to your boyfriend, and be totally fine. Well, kid, that’s not going to happen.” Jasper was right. Brian was playing a dangerous Russian roulette. He craved taking the poz cum because it was risky, but he hadn’t fully committed to chasing it. He acquiesced to being the guest of honor at the party and figured he’d roll the dice, but he had gotten away with it once and thought there was a decent chance he was going to get away with it again. Jasper slid down his shorts, and Brian could see a large biohazard tattoo crowning his cock and balls. He continued talking after Brian’s silence, malice intent now clear in his voice. “Adam told you he was going to make sure you got pozzed this time. And damnit, we’re going to make sure of it, just like when I pozzed him.” Brian started to struggle, attempting to use his still-free legs to get out of this mess, but Jasper was far too strong. He ended up just writhing around on the bed, his now sunburnt body straining against restraints that weren’t going to be escaped from, tears beginning to well his eyes. “Come on man, I’ve got to go home! My parents are going to kill me if I stay any longer!” Brian couldn’t deny that he knew the risks of coming here, so he just tried to get out of it with that excuse. But of course, Jasper was right. “Please don’t do this” Brian whimpered. “Why not?” Brian paused, unsure if there were any arguments that would get him out of this. Clearly his parents weren’t going to do the trick (although he was going to have to figured out what to tell them), and he gave up the right to say he didn’t want to get pozzed when he walked through the door. He could only think of one other thing. “My boyfriend.” “Umm… yeah?” Jasper replied mockingly. “I mean, if you are as big a slut as I think you are, you won’t tell him, and you’ll end up pozzing him too. And then I can add another convert to my collection.” “No!!” The Italian took hold of Brian’s right leg, and handed Jasper a toothbrush. Adam came over and took hold of the left. “Adam, please let me go.” Brian appealed to his first lover. Adam just laughed in his face. “Step one, let’s fuck up your little teenage boy pussy. Make sure we have easy access to that blood stream” Jasper said, as without warning he slid toothbrush into Brian’s ass and began working it around the inside of his still cum-filled hole. Brian cried in agony as he felt the bristles tearing up his already tender asshole. “Stop it! Please! Why are you doing this to me!?” “Because you want it boy!” Jasper barked back angrily. “And it’s young, preppy twink boys like you that are just such fun to infect and destroy.” He was beginning to sound downright sadistic. Adam was stone-faced, and the Italian looked a bit crazy. Jasper pulled out the toothbrush and climbed up on to his knees on the bed. He leaned up over Brian to show him the now-red bristles. “Look at that Brian, that’s your blood. Your ass is ready.” “Step two, ” he said as he moved back from on top of Brian, picked up his ass, and took his legs from the other two, moving them up on to his shoulders, “a fuck from a very toxic cock. I haven’t been on meds for over a year Brian. You know what that means, don’t you?” Brian was completely powerless. His lean arms were handcuffed to the bed, and he knew kicking at Jasper would just make it worse now. His face was red with anger and tears were beginning to drip down his cheeks from a mixture of rage and fear. He didn’t say anything. “It means this is GOING to poz you”, and as he said that he slammed his 9 1/2 inch cock into Brian’s wrecked asshole. Brian screamed at the top of his lungs. Nothing had hurt like this, and he certainly didn’t care who heard it now. Jasper went to work ruthlessly destroying Brian’s asshole. He was grunting with each thrust, clearly loving the feeling of the teenage hole on his huge cock. Brian yelped with each motion. Jasper’s cock was by far the biggest he had taken, and it was getting to new depths in his body. The pain of his bleeding asshole taking in the large intruder was counterbalanced by the fact he was pretty sure Jasper was hitting his prostate, which sent waves of pleasure through his body that cut through the pain every other second. “Take it kid! Take my poz cock. Yeah, you love it boy, don’t you! I’m going to make sure you’re slutty ass and that big dick of yours are nice and toxic by the time you get your diploma bitch boy.” Brian felt his own cock getting hard fast, despite the pain and the fear. With each stroke of his prostate, his dick responded with more and more excitement. So many feelings were flying through his mind that he felt high. He couldn’t think anymore. “Please!” Brian yelled “Please!” “Please what!?” Jasper growled back. “Please stop!” “WRONG! Please what!?” Jasper pulled Brian’s skinny legs up farther, causing is long dick to go in even a bit farther. “Please….poz me!” Brian screamed. “Yessss” Jasper grunted. Brian’s cock erupted, all on it’s own, and spew cum all over his bare chest and smooth stomach. “Oh fuck yeah you like this boy don’t you! Fuck boy here it comes. I’m going to change your life forever. FUCKKK…” Jasper growled, pulled Brian in to him, and unleashed rope after rope of toxic cum deep in to the 18 year old’s destroyed ass. Brian’s cock let out another rope of cum of it’s own as he felt himself getting filled up even more. “Fuck kid… fuck you are one hot little poz twink.” Jasper leaned over Brian, keeping his cock in the boy’s ass for now, and started kissing him. Brian didn’t fight it, he didn’t even think about, he just kissed him back. Jasper pulled his dick out slowly, and Brian’s hole felt empty as he did. He could feel cum flowing out him; he didn’t want to see what color it was. Jasper moved to replace Adam, standing beside the bed and holding down Brian’s left leg now that they weren’t on his shoulders. Adam crawled on to the bed, and didn’t say anything as he lifted up Brian’s ass and slid his cock in for the second time that day. Adam didn’t feel as huge as Jasper, but he also didn’t hit Brian’s spot as much, so this fuck was more pain and less pleasure. “Told you kid.” Was all Adam said as he thrust into Brian just as hard as he did outside earlier that day. He didn’t last very long this time, and quickly unleashed another load of toxic cum into Brian’s ass. Then, it was the Italian’s turn. As he moved in to position, Brian could see the tip of his cock was pierced. He began to freak again, as he knew this was going to hurt. And it did. The Italian’s cock was just as big as Jasper’s, but it wasn’t just sliding in to an already destroyed hole, it was fucking it up even more. As the Italian slammed his pierced cock into Brian’s tender ass, he screamed in pain again. His body was flexing every muscle trying to repel the invader, but it was no use against the metal handcuffs and the strong men holding him down. “Beg for it!” the Italian ordered. “I want to hear you beg!” At first, Brian didn’t say anything, tears flowing down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath. Then he felt a sting across his cheek as the Italian slapped him hard. He had stopped fucking, and Brian realized it wasn’t going to end until he did what he wanted. He leaned over Brian and grabbed his shaggy brown hair. “I said beg for it.” “Poz me.” “Louder!” “Poz me! God it hurts so much just cum in me man, please! Poz me, poz me, poz ME!” That pushed the Italian over the edge. He pulled his cock all the way out, and slammed it all the way back in, unleashing his toxic cum directly into Brian’s blood stream. Brian went limp and just laid on the bed, panting and whimpering. Jasper placed his hand on Brian’s stomach, and with the other stroked Brian’s hair. He leaned in and gave Brian another kiss. “Good boy. You did good, Brian. You’re poz now. It may not show up on a test for a couple weeks, but there’s no doubt you’re one of us now. You’re an teenage, HIV positive, high school twink.” Jasper looked up at the Italian “Fuck, that’s hot to say.” He continued “You’re never going to be the same boy you were before you walked in to my house today. I expect to see you back again, and I expect you to use this nice cock of yours…” Jasper picked Brian’s still semi-hard cock up off his stomach “…to infect all the hot boys at BU, and maybe even that boyfriend of yours.” Jake’s smiling face flashed in Brian’s mind. How was he going to tell him? What was he going to tell him? Was this the end of what had been going so well, before it even really began? The Italian unlocked the handcuffs and left the room. Adam pulled up his shorts and gave Brian a simple “see you around”, as if he didn’t care at all. Jasper stayed with him on the bed one more moment. “Your clothes will be on the kitchen table downstairs. You can stay here as long as you need, and you can leave whenever you want. You did good baby boy. Welcome to the club.”

10. Men's Rights "You're gonna take our cocks." Tim motioned to Fabien, who was still recording the entire scene. The Black man leaned in for a close-up. Tim smeared the spit all over James's face. The young man was still in shock; he did nothing but stare at Tim. "You took all the other men's dicks. And now you're going to take ours." James was now crying. The tears mixed with Tim's spit, leaving his face wet. James hated being like this, especially in front of Tim. He wanted to please the man. He wanted to impress him. "Please Daddy," he whimpered. "This is just the start," Tim said. "We're going to have so much fun tonight." Tim spat again, this time on his dick. It was a brief respite from the pain for James, but it didn't last long. Tim continued to thrust his dick into James. James was wincing with each stroke. It hurt. "Please," he begged. "Stop it, Daddy. Please." He whimpered a bit, and reached down to push Tim away. Tim had expected it, and grabbed James's arms, pinning them in place. "Please, Daddy. I can't take it." Tim put his finger to James's lips, silencing the young man. "Focus boy," he said, slowly and deliberately. James found Tim's voice calming. He could almost forget how he had been abused, first by Conrad, and now by Tim. "Focus on how good you feel." It was hard for James to make sense of Tim's words. It hurt. Even worse, Tim showed no sign of listening to him. He had asked Tim to stop, and Tim had done nothing. He wanted to trust Tim. It had felt so good last night, when Tim had bred him. But today was so different. "Focus on how good you feel," Tim repeated. "Focus on how you're making Daddy's dick feel so good. Making it so hard." It was hard to think about anything else. Tim's dick was deep inside him, opening him up, and marking him as Tim's boy. Fabien leaned in, and recorded Tim's cock sliding in and out of James's hole. "Damn hot. Just disappeared into him." "Please, Daddy," James whimpered. Tim's dick throbbed. Breeding James was no longer the goal. Breaking James was now the only thing on his mind. "You're making Daddy feel so good. Your tight hot hole wrapped around my thick hard cock again. That's what Daddy wants. Daddy wants you massage my dick with your ass. Milk it dry." "You gonna cum in him?" Fabien asked. "Of course," Tim said. "I know that's what James wants." He turned to James, staring at him, daring him to contradict him. "Right? You want Daddy's cum? Daddy's gift?" James was struggling against Tim. But he was too high and too hungry to do it effectively. Despite the pain, it was hard for him to say no to Tim's offer. "Please, Daddy," he begged. "Please. Just your cum, Daddy. That's all I can deal with." "But Daddy wants to give you so much more. And don't you want to let Fabien find out just how good you feel?" James turned; Fabien's cock was right in front of his face. He craned his neck, opened his mouth, and took the head into his mouth. There was some pre-cum at the tip, and he licked it all up. "Mmmmmm," James grunted. Fabien's pre-cum tasted good, and James found it easy to savor it. The cock and drip helped distract him from how Tim was ravaging his hole. "Just," he tried to say to Tim, but Fabien just stuck his dick deeper into his mouth. "Take it, boy," Tim said. Tim had James's legs spread wide, and his arms pinned down. Both cocks were now firmly lodged in James's body, and there was no way the young man could resist. It was the way that Tim wanted James, and one more thing would make it perfect. "Inhale," Tim said. There was a small brown bottle under James's nose. He didn't remember Tim having it early, but it was hard for James to remember anything. He was tweaking hard, and the poppers were only going to make it worse. He hated that he had no choice, and started to inhale the sharp chemical vapors coming from the bottle. The poppers made him feel warm at first. Then, as the three drugs started to mix, he felt amazing. The poppers held to blend the GHB and crystal meth, and he felt amazing. The brittle edge was gone; instead he was able to fully enjoy the pure sexual energy. He was impaled between two thick cocks, and he couldn't imagine anything better. "Here you go," Tim said to Fabien, and held the brown bottle under the black man's nose. Just like James, Fabien inhaled deeply. "That's it," Tim continued, before Fabien nodded. Tim took the bottle and did his own hit. Fabien moaned as he exhaled the hit. He grabbed onto James's head with both hands. As the poppers rushed across his body, he levered James into position, and thrust his cock all the way to the back of the boy's throat. "Fuuuuck," he grunted. "Take it all the way. I know you can." James choked, but let Fabien's dick into his throat. At the same moment, Tim pressed his cock all the way into the boy's hole. James was completely impaled in the two men's dicks. He felt utterly helpless. The two men were bigger, stronger, and so much more male than James was. But that was what was important. They were male, and James was just a hole for them. "That's it," Tim said. He was smiling at James. James had relaxed his hole, finally allowing Tim dominion over the young man. "You needed to give it up. Now, you can enjoy it." James didn't care that it hurt any longer. He needed Tim to fuck him. He wanted to choke on Fabien's dick. "I want to be your hole," he managed to gasp before Fabien stuffed his cock back into his throat. "Mmmmmmph," was the next thing he said, as he struggled to swallow the full length of Fabien's cock. "Such a good sound," Fabien laughed. He was still recording the scene, loving how his hard black cock looked on the phone's screen. "This is going to be intense." "I'll send you a copy," Tim said. His eyes were closed, and he was lost in how good this felt. James had surrendered. He would be Tim's plaything for the rest of the night. Tim didn't mind taking what he deserved, but it was far sweeter when the boy volunteered himself. Tim allowed himself another hit from the poppers. The warm rush filled his body, and pushed his dick deeper into James's hole. James squirmed, trying to avoid Tim's cock as the poppers started to wear off. Tim just ignored it and pushed even deeper into the boy. James didn't know what to do. He hated himself. He hated how he had turned into just a set of holes for these men. But he hated himself more for enjoying it. He needed Tim to abuse his hole. He needed Fabien to exploit his throat. As he tried to process these thoughts, Tim pressed the brown bottle back under his nose. This time, James gave into the temptation. He inhaled deeply. He didn't even mind that Tim just held the bottle there, forcing him to take several full breaths of the poppers. He wanted to be high. It was the best way to please these men, and to forget that anything mattered. James gasped, as Fabien briefly pulled his dick out of James's mouth. "That's a cocksucker," Fabien said, slapping his wet cock against James's cheek. "That's a true cocksucker." "Here," Tim said, offering Fabien the bottle of poppers. The black man took it, and inhaled deeply. "Fuck that throat some more, why don't you?" Tim said. Fabien handed back the poppers, and once more twisted James's head into position. "Uuuuggghhh," James grunted as Fabien's dick slid all the way into his throat. Fabien felt the muscles around James's throat, but they were already worked out, and could barely resist Fabien's thrusts. "Ohhhh fuuuuck," Fabien moaned, as his balls slapped against James's nose. He loved how he felt when his cock was buried in a wet throat. It was pure power and complete domination. All that mattered was Fabien's cock; James was only there to make Fabien feel good. "Yeah," Tim said. "Feel him give up?" Tim inhaled from the brown bottle. His cock dripped pre-cum into James's hole. He did a second hit, and pulled out half-way. Fabien's eyes lit up, as James tried to gasp, but only massaged Fabien's dick with his throat. "He's ours now," Tim said. Tim leaned in and kissed Fabien. Fabien was momentarily surprised, but Tim was a hot man and a good kisser. Not to mention he had come with drugs, and had been generous with them. He glanced off, positioning the phone carefully to get the two men making out, before he returned Tim's kiss. The G was really kicking in for Tim. He was starting to sweat and he could feel the heat radiated from his body. His mind was just aroused; he loved the delicious juxtaposition of dark rape fantasies and warm cuddling desires. It didn't matter. The two were not exclusive, and the intensity of one made the depth of the other so much sweeter. "He is so hot when he's crying," Fabien whispered into Tim's ear. Tim slammed his dick back into James. Time was delighted that Fabien was as eager as he was to push James's boundaries and destroy his limits. Tim was already fantasizing about the rest of the night, and the debauches they could force upon James. "I'm gonna cum soon," Tim said. He needed to get that first load out soon. He was still good for at least two more loads, but they were the beautiful ordeals that left both Tim and the slut hole drained. "Lube him up for me," Fabien said. "Get him just as sloppy." "That's what he deserves," Tim said. "Sloppy gang-raped raw hole." "Breed him," Fabien grunted. His own dick was thrusting in and out of James's throat, He kept the camera on Tim's dick fucking James. There was pre-cum dribbling from James's hole; Tim would occasionally pull out just long to push some of the fluids back into James's hole. "Load him UP," Fabien continued. "Fucking close," Tim said. He held the poppers under his nose, and inhaled. It didn't take long for the amyl to reach his blood. His heart started to pound, and dick started dripping. He pushed his cock in, feeling the warm, wet embrace of James's hole. The boy whimpered slightly, but that only pushed Tim closer to orgasm. "Fucking CUMMING," Tim bellowed. Fabien flipped the phone towards Tim's face, capturing the facial contortions of orgasm. "FUCK boy," Tim continued. "Fucking breeding my slut boy," he grunted again. On the phone's screen, Fabien watched Tim's body thrust in and out, each stroke marking another spurt of cum into the young man's raw hole. It wasn't until the very end of Tim's orgasm that he pulled out. His dick was coated in sperm, and it dribbled even more directly into Jame's gaping asshole. "That's where Daddy's sperm belongs," Tim said. "Deep in my boys hole." Fabien was trying not to cum just watching. He pulled his dick out of James's mouth. "Give me a second," James gasped. "Give him your asshole," Tim said to James. "Let him pound your slutty hole."

8. Recorded Confessions There was a second knock. Not too hard. "Fuck," James muttered. "Who is it?" "My friend. Tim. He said he would be over." James had climbed off of Fabien and was trying to find his clothes. "Wait," Fabien said, putting a hand on James's ass. "He's fucked you, right?" "Yeah," he said. "But, I don't want him to see me. I mean, like this." "I think he'll figure out. Does he know you got raped?" "No. Not the details." There was another knock. "Just get it," Fabien said. "I don't mind." He grabbed the pipe and torch, and started a hit. James stared, but Fabien just smiled. "Get the door." Stark naked, James went to the door, and checked the peephole. It was Tim. He had come from the office; he was wearing a jacket and tie. He seemed together and with-it; it was everything that James was not. James didn't want Tim to see him like this. He didn't want to be so broken. James forced himself to unlatch the lock. There was a slight draft from the door and it gave him goosebumps. He was naked, high, and terribly horny. He wanted to feel Tim's beard eating out his hole. It would feel good. It would remind him of how well Tim had taken care of him. He opened the door. Tim checked the tweaked boy out, noticing James's empty, dilated eyes and tiny, soft dick. Behind James, there was the unmistakable clouds of crystal, and he could see the faint blue light of the torch. "Come in," James finally said. "Sure," James said. He stepped inside. Fabien was lying on the bed, his legs spread and cock stiff. He was had just exhaled the hit, and the cloud had covered his head. "This..This is Fabien," James said. "This is Tim," he said to Fabien. "Nice to meet you," Fabien said. "Want to join us?" Fabien asked, offering the pipe and torch to Tim. "Sure," he said. He carefully stepped out of his shoes by the front door, took off his tie and carefully hung up his jacket. When he sat down on the side of the bed, he undid his cuff links and put them in his shirt pocket. He took the pipe from Fabien. It was still smoking, and Tim didn't even need to re-heat the bowl to get a full hit. "How you doing, boy?" Tim asked James, as he exhaled his first hit. It had barely been twenty-four hours since he had last smoked crystal, but it felt like it had been an eternity. "Tiago said it was a hard night." "Yeah," James said. "It was..." He tried to find the right words, but it didn't know what he wanted to say. He didn't want to appear weak and helpless in front of the Tim. But he also needed the man, his man, to understand how he was barely keeping it together. "A lot," he finally decided. He felt awkward, still naked in front of Tim. "Intense." "It's good," Tim said. "You're with friends. You can share yourself freely." "Yeah, Fabien said. Tim took the lighter from the black man, and heated the bowl of the pipe. "Dr. T told you it was good to talk about it." Tim nodded in agreement, but he was too focused on the pipe in front of him to speak. "I bet Tim would enjoy some of the stories you told me." Tim nodded again, still sucking down a massive hit from the pipe. Finally, he motioned James to come closer. James knew what was going to happen next. He got down on his knees in front of Tim. Tim pressed his lips against James's mouth, and exhaled. The young man managed to catch only about half the cloud; the rest spilled out over the two men. "I'd love for you to tell me," Tim finally said, as James exhaled the rest of the hit. "It's hard," James said. Tim smiled, but also started to take another long drag on the pipe. "I get scared when I try to think about it." "Facing your fears is good," Tim said. Only the smallest bit of the cloud escaped, and he returned to the pipe. "He's told me a lot already," Fabien said. "Fucking hot stories about him getting raped." "Raped?" Tim asked. He pulled the pipe from his mouth, and paused for a moment, savoring the feel of the drug in his lungs, and the slow release from his day to day inhibitions. Tiago had told him how James had cried "rape," and the how much sperm there had been in his rectum. Tim wanted to get back inside the boy, and breed him again. But rather than saying anything, he just savored the view, a hot, furry, tweaked out otter boy, and the feeling of possibility of the crystal. He watched James carefully, and reveled in his growing anxiety. James hated how Tim was watching him. He remembered how good it had been to call him Daddy. How safe, and protected he felt when he had been with Tim. He wondered how Tim would react to the story. How helpless and scared and worthless he had felt. He wanted a daddy. Someone who could tell him everything would be all right. "I asked him to stop," James said. "And he laughed." He was shaking. The memory was right there again. How it had hurt with each stroke. How terrifying the laugh was when he had said no. James looked down, and felt the tears well up in his eyes. Tim put down the pipe and torch, and reached in to his pocket. He pulled out a cell phone, and handed it to Fabien. "Let's get this recorded for posterity," he said. Fabien took the phone, and taped on the screen, before holding it back up to Tim. "Got it," Fabien said. "What was happening," Tim asked Fabien. "When he laughed?" "He was fucking me," James said. "It hurt. When he pushed it into me." Tim just smiled at him, and unbuttoned his shirt. James tried not to stare at the dark hair across Tim's chest. He looked down at his feet. "He had tied me up. And blindfolded me." "Anything else?" Tim asked. He took off his shirt, folding it carefully and putting it out of the way. He took the pipe and torch, and heated the bowl. "Well," James stammered. "I was...well..." "Go head," Tim said, and stuck the pipe in his mouth. Fabien was capturing the entire scene, James struggling to recount his rape, and Tim calmly smoking from the glass pipe. "We had smoked a bit. Crystal, you know." Tim nodded, but stayed focused on his hit. "I didn't expect it would go that far. It hurt. But he said no." Tim motioned for James to get back down on his knees, between his now-open legs. James hesitated, then slowly knelt down. Tim kissed him, exhaling the thick cloud into James's lungs. "I want you to hold it as long as you can," Tim said. James nodded, keeping his lips tightly sealed. As the boy marinated in the dense fog of crystal, Tim leaned back and pulled off his belt. "You were tied up?" James nodded in agreement, his eyes wide and blank under the influence of the drugs. Tim stood up, and undid his trousers. Only after he had stepped out of his dress pants did Tim finally nod at James. The boy exhaled, and stared at Tim. Under the buttoned-down exterior, he was wearing a white jockstrap. The straps framed his muscular ass, and his fat cock was straining against the pouch. "Come here boy," Tim said, as he sat back down, and pulled James close. The two men kissed. "It's going to be OK, boy." Fabien climbed off the bed to get a better shot of the two men kissing each other. "Now. Tell me about how he tied you up." "He tied my arms to the bedposts," James said. He was shaking, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Tim's dark brown eyes, already showing the vacant depth of crystal. "And then he tied my legs to the headboard. I was so exposed," James continued. He was starting to sob again. "I couldn't stop him." "It's going to be good, boy," Tim said. "Your ass was on display for him, huh?" James nodded. A tear fell off his cheek onto Tim's hairy leg. "Show it to me. Show Daddy you ass." James stood up and turned around. "Come on boy. You can do better for Daddy. Spread those legs." James spread his legs. "More, boy." James spread them wider, struggling to keep his balance. "More." James spread even further. His cock and balls hung down limply, and his ass was on display. "Now. Bend over." James forced himself to bend over. "He made me do this too," he finally managed to say. "Everybody was watching me." He had been blindfolded. But he could hear the grunts and moans of the men, all waiting their turn to fuck him. "Everybody, boy?" Tim asked. "How many men fucked you last night?" "I...I...I don't know," James finally managed to stammer. He hated the reminder. Blindfolded and high, the night had been a painful, humiliating blur. "He invited his friends over." "Do you even know how many there were?" James's body shook as he no longer even tried to hide his crying. "I don't know. I didn't know it would be like that." "Did they cum in you?" Tim asked. Before James could answer, Fabien chimed in. "Fuck yeah. They definitely came in him. You should have seen him earlier. Practically dripping out of him." "But you held it in, didn't you, boy?" Tim asked. "You kept their loads like a good boy, right?" "I didn't have any other option," James said. "I couldn't say no." "Of course not, boy. You can't say no to cock, can you?" "It wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want all of them." Tim just nodded, and took the pipe. He heated the bowl, and inhaled deeply. He didn't say a word, and let the silence make James talk. "I just. I tried to say no. But they just laughed." He was crying again; Tim's dick was starting to drip pre-cum. "Did you ask them to use a condom, boy?" Tim asked. He leaned in and kissed Fabien, exhaling the hit into the black man's mouth. Fabien managed to both take the hit and capture it all on the phone. "Or did you let them fuck you raw?" "I didn't have a choice," James said. "They just fucked me." "Of course they did, boy." Tim's tone made it clear he didn't believe the boy, only increasing the boy's distress. "How did you feel? When they were fucking you." "Helpless. Scared." Tim lit the torch again. Fabien shifted to record him smoking the glass pipe and enjoying the thick clouds of methamphetamine. James was struggling to keep himself composed. "I felt violated. And utterly worthless." "Come here, boy," Tim said. Once more, he passed the cloud to Fabien. All three men were flying now and their minds were lost in the thick layer of pleasure that the crystal had wrapped around them. James stood up and turned around. He knelt down in front of Tim, his face level with the other man's. James's face was wet with his tears. "Damn," Fabien said, leaning in to get a better view of James's bloodshot eyes. "You're completely fucked up." "He's a fucked-up boy, yes," Tim said. "But he's not a worthless boy. Not at all." He put the glass pipe in James's mouth. "Now, be a good boy and suck on the pipe for Daddy." James inhaled, slowly and deeply, letting his lungs fill up. Once he knew the bowl was hot and smoking, James looked up. Tim was staring at him, smiling. He didn't think he deserved the attention from Tim. He had let unknown strangers fuck him and even cum in him. Fabien was still sitting next to Tim, although his face was hidden behind the camera. "Fucked up guy," Fabien muttered. "Look at those eyes." James couldn't see them, but he already knew that he had done too much. He needed to get control again, and it was going to be hard with the two men there. "Fucking hot." "He's a very hot boy. And a very good boy," Tim said. "Good boys love to suck on the pipe, don't they, boy?" James nodded. Conrad had given him several hits from the pipe. Finally, James slowed down. Tim took the hot pipe from James's mouth. "Hold that hit for Daddy. OK, boy?" James nodded, and Tim took a quick hit from the pipe. He held it for a moment, just prolonging James's agony. Then he exhaled. "Suck Daddy's dick," he said. He put his free hand on the back of James's head, and guided it down to his thick, stiff cock. "Swallow it," Tim grunted. "Swallow Daddy's dick." James resisted a bit, but eventually realized it was futile. He opened his mouth, and let Tim guide him down onto the thick shaft. James remembered how it had been the same with Conrad. He wanted out. He didn't want to do it again. He struggled under Tim's hand, but Tim was easily able to overpower him. "Just relax, boy," Tim said. "Let Daddy feel your throat." He pushed James's head further down his cock. Just like the night before it was warm and wet. "Make Daddy feel good. You know how to do it, boy." He let go of James's head. The boy made no effort to pull off this time. He took the torch, and started another hit. This time it was going to be a long, big hit. Tim was luxuriating in the pleasure of tweaked-out blow job, and didn't want it to stop. James was struggling. Tim's cockhead was lodged at the back of his mouth. He knew what he needed to do, and he hated himself all the more. But the crystal still in his lungs was making him do bad things. He exhaled. The thick cloud was the tip-off for Tim. He pushed his hips up, forcing his dick right into James's throat. "Look at that," Fabien moaned. He was on the floor right next to James, the phone camera trained on the unfolding blow job. "Taking it all the way down." He stared as James nearly swallowed the entire length of Tim's cock. James whimpered, his glassy eyes locked onto Tim. The man didn't even acknowledged him. Instead Tim's attention was focused on the pipe. He finally put down the torch, but sucked the very last of the clouds out before putting down the pipe as well. James continued to suck on his cock, struggling not to gag as he choked on the thick tool. Tim replaced his hand on the back of James's head. He held the young man down, forcing him to swallow nearly all nine inches of his cock. Finally, he turned to Fabien. "You fucking getting this?" he grunted, careful not to lose any of the cloud. "Cocksucker has the entire thing in his throat." "Hell yeah," Fabien grunted. He was holding the phone in one hand, and slowly stroking his dick with the other. "Uggggh," James grunted. He was choking on Tim's cock. It felt amazing to Tim, the muscles massaging his shaft. Suddenly, Tim pulled James of his cock, and pressed his lips against James's. He filled James's lungs with the thick cloud, and even had enough to blow right at Fabien and the camera. "Fucking good boy," he said, before giving James a long, deep kiss, while making sure the boy didn't try to exhale the hit. Tim had plans for the boy, and were going to be much easier if he was at the very edge of his tolerances. James knew he was too far gone to make good decisions. He was scared of what he was going to do. But he also wanted Tim badly. The man had been good to him. Tim broke off the kiss; as James opened his eyes, he saw the bearded man smile at him. James exhaled. "Fuck me," he said. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me."

3. A Demonstration "Just relax," Tiago said. "I hope this is going to go by quickly." Tiago was trying not to stare at the boy's ass, so perfectly on display and available. He'd get it soon enough. "Focus on something for me," Tiago said. "Please?" "What?" James said, trying not to panic. He focused on Tiago's hand against his skin, the doctor's soothing voice. "Please. Something." "Of course," Tiago said. "Just go, 'ahhhhh' for me. Focus on that phase." "Ahhhhhh," James said, spreading his mouth open. It did feel better. He opened his eyes for a moment. Tiago was had one hand up, holding a flashlight. He dipped it down when James opened his eyes. Fabien had a phone in his hand, and was recording everything that happened. "Ahhhh," James continued, closing his eyes again. It wasn't as bad as the night before, and it needed to happen. "I'm going to help you," Tiago said. "Make that easier." James felt him slip the metal wire spreader back into his mouth. "Don't fight it. Let me help you." The metal slid in. This time, it wasn't cold. It was strangely warm, and James let the doctor force his mouth open. "I just need to examine your throat, ok?" James nodded. He was still gently going "ahhhh," and the short mantra was calming the young man. Tiago pushed the head support back into the exam table, and let James's head hang down. "That's good," Tiago said. "Here," he said, and motioned Fabien to come over. He turned on a small flashlight, and shined it into James's mouth. "See? There. Around the back of his throat." "What's that?" Fabien asked. He pointed the phone into James's mouth as Tiago lit up each of the purple splotches. "There's a lot of them." "It's bruising," Tiago said. "How did he get bruised back there? What's it from?" Tiago turned his attention back to James. "I need to show Fabien how this happens. Just nod if it's all right. It will only take a minute." James's head was spinning a bit, and it was getting harder for him to concentrate on anything. James saw Tiago nodding, and he nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. "Thank you," Tiago said, and turned his attention back to Fabien. "It's bruising from a dick. It's from getting throat-fucked." "Fuck? Really? How?" Fabien asked. He looked confused; Tiago wondered how much experience he had in receiving oral sex. Tiago ran his hand over James's exposed body, across his flat, hairy chest and his chest. "Relax," he told the young man. He gently squeezed the tabs at the side of the spreader, forcing James's mouth open even further. Then he unfastened his chinos, and pulled out his cock. "Easier to show," he said. Fabien stared at the doctor's erect cock. "You getting this?" Fabien fumbled with the phone slightly, focusing it on Tiago's erection. "Yeah," he said. "For sure." "Good. Now, this is how you should fuck a throat." Fabien stared as Tiago pressed his dick into James's mouth. The wire spreader held James's mouth open, letting Tiago push all the way to the back of the young man's mouth. "Ugggh," James grunted, unprepared for the sudden intrusion. "It's going to be ok," Tiago said. "Just relax. This is just a demonstration. It's nothing real." He turned his attention back to Fabien. "Now, If I just push a bit harder, I'll be in his throat." He flexed his hips, and suddenly, several more inches of dick disappeared into James's throat. "hat's good," he said to James. James grunted, and started to struggle against the restraints. At the same time, Tiago just moaned. "Feels so fucking good. Wet and warm and tight." He did a few short strokes in and out; Fabien stared as Tiago's cock went even deeper into James's throat. "Fuck. Nothing like a good deep-throat blow job." "He's good?" "Amazing. You know, it feels so damn good. But as I said. If you're too aggressive, you can bruise the throat." He pulled his cock back from James's throat, leaving just the cockhead in his mouth. The boy was still struggling against the restraints, but Tiago didn't seem to care. "That's what happened to him last night." "Is that bad?" "Not really. It heals pretty quickly. But the next day or two, cocksucker's got a really sore throat." He turned his attention to James. "You had a sore throat when you came in, right?" James nodded as best he could. He was trying not to remember how similar Tiago's cock felt to the dicks the night before. He wanted to be home. He wanted this to end. He wanted to be Under the covers and alone and safe. Not out here, his body naked, and a stranger watching him get throat fucked. "Please," he said, wanting it end. "Almost," Tiago said. "One more example. Remember. This is just a demonstration. You don't have to worry about it." He turned to Fabien. "This is not how you should do it." Tiago suddenly pushed his cock all the way into James's mouth. "AAAARGH," James practically screamed, despite the cock clogging his throat and the metal spreader keeping his jaw locked open. Tiago stroked his cock in and out a few times, each stroke eliciting a new moan of agony from James. "You see?" he asked Fabien. Fabien just stared at the scene, utterly transfixed. His dick was rock-hard as he imagined the possibilities that had just been laid out for him. Tiago prompted him. "You see?" "Yeah," Fabien finally said. He was still holding the camera in one hand, the lens pointed at the intense throat fucking that Tiago was delivering. "Yeah." "Good," Tiago said, and pulled his cock out of James's mouth. "It's over, James," he said. "It wasn't that bad, now was it?" Tiago asked. James nodded. "I knew you could do it." He turned back to Fabien. "Got that? How to slide in properly?" Fabien nodded. "How much can he take, when he's like that? You know. Opened up?" "A lot," Tiago said. He turned back to James, and without any warning, slowly pressed the full length of his phallus into the young man's throat. James struggled at first, but then accepted it. "Show me yours," Tiago said, nodding at Fabien's visible erection. The black man unzipped his jeans, and slowly fished out his tool. It was thick, long, and hard, easily an inch or two longer that Tiago's seven and half inch endowment. "This?" Fabien asked. "Definitely. Try it." Tiago suddenly pulled his cock all the way out from James's throat, leaving the boy gasping like a beached fish. "Ease, Ooo. Ahtp," James grunted through the pain in his throat and the constraints of the mouth spreader. He was struggling against the leather straps across his chest, but his frantic efforts were going nowhere. "Just once, quickly," Tiago said to Fabien. "His throat is already pretty destroyed from last night. It's going to be hard for him to take all of it for very long." He took the camera from Fabien, and knelt down beside James. "You can do this," he said to James. "You can help Fabien get it right, and that's important, right? It's important." James nodded. Fabien immediately pressed his cockhead into James's mouth. The mouth spreader was wide open, and even so, it was still hard for Fabien to navigate his thick black shaft to the entrance of James's throat. "Found it?" Tiago said. Fabien nodded. "Go for it," Tiago said. "James is ready for it, aren't you?" James was fighting to keep his composure. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run away, and never have to think about this again. But all of that was too much. It was all too much, the bright light of the examination room, the relentless weight of the leather restraints, and the dense softness of the cock pressed against his tonsils. "Go on," Tiago said Fabien pushed, just like Tiago had demonstrated. Several inches of his cock disappeared into James's mouth. "Oh fuck," Fabien moaned. James moaned. Fabien's cock was bigger than he imagined it would be. Tiago watched. He carefully recorded James's throat bulging out from the sheer girth of Fabien's tool. Tiago wondered what it had been like, when James had been properly high and restrained. He wondered what James sounded like when he was begging. "You see?" Tiago said. "This is amazing," Fabien said. "Fucking amazing." "Now. Just once. Try just forcing it in." Tiago put his hand on James's chest. "It's just once, ok? You can do this." James whimpered, but nodded in agreement. "Go ahead," Tiago told Fabien. Fabien had pulled out far enough that just the tip of his dick was still in James's mouth. As soon as Tiago gave him permission, he slammed his cock into the young man's throat. James's body stiffened, and he grunted in agony. Fabien laughed at James's reaction. He was enjoying his power, and clearly reveled in the response he was getting from James. "Taking it all," Fabien said. "Like a good cocksucker." He pulled out, and pushed in again. Once more, James struggled against the invasion, but he was powerless to stop it. "This is fucking amazing," he said. "I could do this all day." "So, you see how that happens?" "Yeah," Fabien said. "Just like this," he said, and used it as an excuse to slam-fuck James's throat once more. The young man was straining against the leather straps. His eyes were red from the tears. "Fuck," he said, as his dick disappeared into James's throat once more. "FUCK," he grunted. "That's enough for now," Tiago said, and pulled Fabien away from James. The black man's cock was stiff, glistening with James's spit. Tiago had been a bit surprised at how much the young man had gotten off on fucking James's throat. He wondered what Fabien could do when he was tweaked, particularly when he had a submissive boy like James to play with. "There's still a lot we need to do."

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