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Been on a giant binge lately and never felt more alive. Fucking got rid of my meds and blocked my sponsor and now i feel free. Got a new dealer and doing steroids to get back into my best shape. Cycling always makes me turn into a cocky aggressive beast and ramps up my sex drive almost as much as t. Best of all i am breeding as many hot holes as possible to make up for lost time.

Fucking toxic again and back on steroids. Am feeling powerful as fuck.

3. I tugged my hard cock out from the pouch of my jock and stroked it a few times knowing that my hand wasn’t what I was craving. I stopped for a moment before going to get my phone, was I going to do this? I dragged my finger across my hole and felt my slick pucker… of course I was. Within ten minutes of taking a stranger’s load I was back on Scruff searching for another top. This time I was a little less specific in who I was looking for, I didn’t need a daddy, just someone with a thick cock who’d like a wet hole. I was a little surprised with myself still. I thought about Mike the day before doing the exact same thing and started messaging guys who looked promising. A guy in his mid-thirties responded first he was direct: Horny? Fuck yes, I responded basically immediate. I just got back from a work trip and need to blow this four day load bad I know where you can blow it? Oh yeah? Yeah, come dump your load in me. I was a little surprised by own aggression so quickly after the first top but I knew what I wanted. Whats the address? I gave it to him and then added as an afterthought: Ps. I’ve already got one load in me, hope that’s not a problem. Fuck, that’s perfect, means I don’t need lube. Then he was on his way. I changed nothing about myself. I left my ass slick, and my hair slightly messed up from the last top. I slowly edged myself a little as I waited. It was maybe twenty minutes before the buzzer rang and my next top was here. I opened the door for him, he was around my height, a little soft around the middle but really cute and almost boyish in the face. We kissed as I closed the door, and I lead him into my room. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my ankles. “Fuck, your hole’s still wet. When did the last guy fuck you?” “Like, an hour ago?” “Fuck yes.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a mostly smooth body. Quickly his pants and underwear were dropped and his fat seven-inch cock was revealed. It wasn’t wildly long but it was very girthy and my mouth watered. He didn’t bother with having me suck him at all he just spit on the head and pressed it against my wet hole. I groaned as he slid inside me with ease. “Fucking warm, wet pussy,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Then he started to fuck me. I closed my eyes and let him use my hole. He needed to get off and I needed his cock. Not focusing at all on my own cock was a new feeling but it was somehow liberating too. I liked being just fucked and focusing on my hole. I clenched and relaxed around him, milking his cock, and eliciting grunts and groans every time. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last very long,” he said. “Good, I want you to pump that big load into me.” “Fucking cum slut, begging for loads in your leaking hole.” “Please breed me, add your load.” I sounded like Mike. Is this how he felt. “Good pig!” He roared as he started to cum inside me. I was taking my second load in two hours and it felt great. He kissed me one more time before pulling out and getting dressed. Then he too was gone and I was left there in my jock, with a wet cummy hole, still hard as a rock.

----- Part 5 ----- "Three I know pretty well. Two of them love a quick blowjob before they finish their route. The other is a total bottom" I replied. We chatted a while longer before the buzzer announced the arrival of our dinner. Both of us were still naked and while I buzzed the guy up, Paul grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was opening the door when I walked out of the bedroom, still naked. "Hi, Marco. Come on in" I called out from across the room. Marco looked at me and it took a few moments before he recognized me with the beard. He was used to guys in this neighborhood greeting him with little to no clothes on and this wasn't my first time doing it. I had recognized his voice when I answered the buzzer, so I knew he'd be cool with it. Marco was my favorite of the delivery guys. He was a tall, mixed guy that I frequently saw at my gym working out. He claimed to have a girlfriend but rarely turned down a chance at having a guy suck his large dick. I was one of the lucky few that I knew he had fucked. Out of the baggy pants and loose uniform tee, his legs were like tree trunks, his shoulders broad and his biceps huge. He had a surprisingly light touch when he fucked, though. He told me once "You fags are more fun to fuck. No bitchin' or whinin' that my dick's too big and only a few want me to wrap it up." Marco grinned and walked into my apartment, letting the door close behind him. His eyes were looking over Paul and then latched on to me. After he gave Paul the pizza, he set the bag down and I saw Paul lick his lips before setting the pizza box down on the table. "Marco, this is my ex, Paul. Paul, Marco is one of the studs that brings me snacks and pizzas" I said. Marco's grin got bigger. "It smells like someone's been havin fun" he said, the smell of cum apparently stronger than the pizza. His hand was rubbing over the growing bulge in his jeans and I know I was enjoying the sight of it and I think Paul was as well. I laughed and then said "Paul, don't be rude. Give the guy his tip." Paul looked back at me confused, wondering where he'd have money on him. I saw the towel he was holding on to was starting to tent. "Knees, Paul. On your knees. Show him how appreciative you are for him bringing us food" I said, winking at Marco. I was really starting to enjoy being the more dominant one over Paul. Paul let go of his towel and knelt down on it, reaching up and opening Marco's pants. Tugging the pants down below the muscular thighs, Paul next pulled the bikini briefs down, freeing the long, thick, uncut shaft from the straining fabric. "Fuck yeah" Paul said before diving in with his tongue. I was a little surprised, but figured that some of those daddies he'd been sucking had taught him well. I ducked back into the bedroom and came back with some cash for a real tip and the marker on the chance I could get Marco to fuck Paul. Marco had his hand behind Paul's head and was rocking his hips slowly while Paul bobbed on the shaft. Paul was struggling to take it much deeper, so I came up next to him and knelt down. My hand grasped his shoulder and I whispered "Breathe deep, relax and let it slide in." He tensed up and gagged so I whispered a long drawn out "Relax..." as my hand slipped down his back and I pushed a finger into his cum filled hole. It really turned me on to be teaching my ex how to suck dick better. I heard him inhale and push his face forward. His nose hit Marco's untrimmed pubes and stayed there a few seconds before pulling back and resuming his short bobs. A minute later, he tried again but this time Marco helped him get the last inch and a half into his throat. I watched, waiting for Paul to struggle to get free and hopefully not puke. He pulled off a several seconds longer than he'd stayed down before and gasped for air before looking up at Marco. "Fuck yeah! You fags are so good at that. If I did that to a bitch, she'd beat my ass n take my balls off" Marco said. Paul was back bouncing on his shaft, taking half of it into his mouth with no problem. My finger kept working Paul's ass, feeling all the cum that was still inside. I pulled it out and licked off the mixture, tasting my cum and the distinctive coppery flavor. "You should try his ass. It's all lubed and ready" I said with an evil grin. I heard Paul whimper as he kept sucking. "Yeah? Think he can take it?" Marco asked. "Dunno, but he does want his pussy wrecked" I replied. Marco laughed, saying "That I can do. Remember the first time I fucked you?" I heard another whine come from Paul as the first fuck I'd gotten from Marco flashed through my mind. "Yeah, it was a week before I could take another dick. But I keep coming back and now I can take it all" I said, tugging on Paul's arm. A few seconds later, Paul was leaning on the wall, his hands and legs spread. Marco shed his shoes, pants and briefs and moved behind him. "What's this?" Marco asked. "Just keeping track of the loads he took" I said. I could see Paul nervously panting, unsure if he could take the dick that had just stretched out his throat. "Poz? You?" Marco asked, his eyebrows raised and staring back at me. I sighed and looked down. "Yeah, just found out a week ago" I said somberly. "Fuck... Good to see it's not slowin ya down. Guess we're not usin' rubbers anymore" Marco said, grinning at me as he lined his cock up and pushed into Paul's swollen hole. The news didn't seem to deter Marco one bit. His eyes seemed to light up at the thought of fucking bare, which made me wonder where he'd put his mark after he bred Paul. Marco rocked his hips, working his shaft deeper into Paul's chute. The contented look on his face let me know Marco was enjoying it so far. On the other hand, the pain in Paul's groans told me that Marco was stretching him open more than I ever could. When Paul let out a howl, I knew Marco had bumped into the inner ring. It took me a couple fucks before I had been able to take all of the long shaft and wondered if Paul could. The howl subsided, replaced by grunts from the gentler nudges Marco's strokes were now giving him deep. "Damn, this is one sloppy pussy. All this yours?" Marco asked as he started to plow a little faster. "Mmmhmm" I replied, watching Paul spread his legs a little wider. Marco's hands grabbed Paul's shoulders and a few seconds later he thrust in hard. "FUCK!" Paul cried out as Marco moaned loudly, standing completely still. "Yeah... see? You can take all of it, just like your throat" Marco said softly. I watched him pull backward and then drive back in, Paul wordlessly crying out as the cock inside him poked deeper than any had ever before. Another pause and Marco began long strokes, his body slapping against Paul's ass occasionally. When his breathing started to get faster along with his thrusts, I knew Paul was about to get bred again. Grunts accompanied the last five or six strokes, followed by Marco wrapping his arm around Paul's neck and pulling him tight as his body convulsed. Paul shot four or five ropes of cum on to the wall before Marco pushed him back against it. The pair stood there, connected and gasping for air for a few moments until Marco backed away. This time it was me on my knees, licking the softening rod. Paul's hole was definitely trashed, but the cum taste put me into overdrive. With the last traces licked off, Marco bent over and grabbed his clothes, putting them back on. I stood up and handed him the marker. "Stay still, Paul" I said. Marco chuckled and moved back behind Paul and wrote "Neg", a line below it and his one hash mark on Paul's left shoulder. Marco looked at me and smiled. "On prep. My girlfriend doesn't mind me fuckin guys but she doesn't want me bringin anything home. Some of you guys are pigs... Already had gono twice this past year" he said. Marco picked up his empty pizza bag and headed to the door. I grabbed the tip and stuffed it into his pocket, giving a firm slap to his ass. He turned and said "Thanks" before whispering "Talk to Benny. He's lookin' for some hot loads. But once he's done, I want to feel your pussy without a fuckin condom" and walked out the door.

Was chatting this morning with a guy I met previously on Grindr. He was back in town from a long business trip, and horny for my hole. The first time we met he only experienced my mouth, and he's been jonesing for my ass ever since. The reason I only blew him last time was because neither of us had a condom, and he was rather insistent on using one as he has a girlfriend. So today, I told him I had a few and if he really needed my ass that badly, I would bring one. We were in the middle of making plans when out of the blue he asked me, "Ever down for a threesome? Two dicks at once?" Intrigued, I responded emphatically in the affirmative. "Do you have someone in mind?" I asked. Turned out he was messaging with another top who lived near him, and making plans to share my holes. My friend set up a group on Grindr so the three of us could chat. The second guy wasn't as hung as my friend's BBC, but he looked like he could stretch me open. And besides, when the hell would I ever say no to being used by two tops??? I finished cleaning out and headed to my friend's place (he works from home and hosts while his girlfriend is at work). The other guy arrived mere seconds before me, and I followed him inside. The two of them stood there stroking their dicks hard as I stripped, threw a condom on the couch, and assumed the agreed-upon position: doggy-style on the coffee table so they could use me at the same time. My friend presented his big dick at my mouth while the other guy spit on my hole and slid inside. I sucked my friend greedily as the other guy grabbed my hips and began drilling me relentlessly. He had said up front that he was fucking me raw, and was true to his word. After a few minutes they switched positions, and I found the stranger's cock in my mouth, creamy from the spit and precum and my ass juices. It tasted amazing! I teased the underside of his cock head with my tongue as I heard the condom wrapper tear, the sound of rubber rolling down a shaft, and then my friend was inside me. I opened easily for him and in mere seconds he was pounding me for all he was worth. At that angle he hit my prostate just right, and I felt the precum dribbling from my cock onto the table. They then switched positions again so the other guy could load my hole first. After a few minutes he gasped. I clenched my hole around him and felt the pulses as he pumped his load into me. But what surprised me was what happened while he was doing that. My friend presented his BBC at my mouth again. It was bare, though I hadn't heard him remove the condom. He held my head as he thrust into my mouth. As soon as the other guy was finished, he slid his bog dick into me - raw! I gripped the edges of the table for leverage and thrust back on him, determined to milk the load from his balls to join the other one already brewing inside me. After a few minutes he also gasped, and once again I felt those telltale pulses against my stretched-out sphincter. Spent, we all dressed quickly. The stranger left first while I chatted for a moment with my friend, their loads seeping into my underwear as we talked. He's hoping that he's back in town for a while, though right now it might just be for the week. I find myself hoping that he gets to work from home for a while, too. I need more breaks like that during my work day.

Poppering up while edging got me into some trouble yesterday. I felt horny and wanted to use a toy while I worked from home. I had prepped and planned to only use the poppers to help get the butt plug in while I watched some Twitter porn. As I watched a Twitter cumdump take load after load, I took a deep hit and eased it's thickness in. I hadn't taken dick or cum since December, and I squeezed on the toy, aching for the real deal. I took another hit and felt the rush pour over me. In a daze I logged into sniffies and posted a pic I had of myself on all fours with my ass in the air. I made my profile subtext "Breedable Cumdump" and rode the high of doing something impulsive and risky. I took another big hit and watched more cumdump porn, imagining myself as them. Unashamed and eager, hungry for all the cum. I had to get back to work, so I put on a slutty jockstap and mesh tank, and sat back down at my desk. Still with the butt plug inside me and occasionally rubbing my nips, I thought about the sniffies profile I made during the midst of a popper high. I logged back in and saw a message from a blank profile, asking if I was looking and sent a cock pic. My hole was open and ready, and work was slow. The perfect combination. I took a hit at my desk and sent him a few pics and my address. I saw he went offline and after coming down, assumed he was just a flake. Within ten min I head a knock on the front door. My hole twitched, I knew who it could be. I went to the front door in only my jock and tank, bottle of poppers in hand and let him in. Sexy guy in his thirties came inside and I immediately went to serving him. Dropped to my knees in the entryway and fished for his cock while he stripped off his jacket. I sucked his thick 7" cock like in his picture, my pussy ached for it. His hands groped my ass and felt my plugged up hole. After getting his knob wet and hard, I took out the plug and presented my wet hole. He stepped behind me and slipped himself inside. Finally a cumdump again, I took a hit and felt my hole relax around his thick cock. Felt great to have the real thing again. He bent me over and pounded away, calling me a slut. It was true, I took his dick like a good cumdump and worked it for his pleasure. After a moment, he asked if I wanted his load. I said hell yeah breed me stud, drop your load. He came hard and I felt my hole get a rush of wetness and warmth. After he left, I slipped in the toy again, keeping his load inside me while I went back to work. Though it was hard to concentrate, I kept checking the apps and hoping for more cock and cum. My ass was filled and prelubed, why not take advantage of my recklessness. Within the hour, I saw another message appear. I took another hit and got ready to slut my hole out more.

last night. a beefy 20 something young bear. anon hotel fuck. when I got to his room he was on all 4s being power fucked by an older dude. there were also 2 men waiting their turn. the older dude grunted and shot his load up the pig's ass and pulled out only to be replaced by the next man in line. he had big low hanging balls and I enjoyed watching them slapping on the pig's ass. he told the pig "I'm fukkin seeding you now" and emptied his balls. the next dude shoved his cock in deep. he had a beaut hairy ass and real hairy balls. I gripped his balls tight which he liked and I spread his ass and shoved my tongue up his hole. he moaned and grunted with pleasure. I felt his asshole throb on my tongue as his balls contracted and pumped their thick load up the pigs hole. finally it was my turn. I thrust into him. man he felt so good - 3 freshly pumped loads in his hole. I fukkin loved felling all that hot seed on my cock. the man who fucked him before me returned the favour and gripped my balls real tight - I love that and I shot a massive load into the grateful pig. . finally the 2 of us made him suck our cocks clean. will fuck him again - he was a grateful bottom and thanked me for my load

Chapter 7 - Kenny’s POV Damn! I had just shot my third load of the night into the hottest little white pussy boy I had ever fucked. He was a virgin until earlier tonight, and he took my 14.5” and thick as a beer can big black dick like a champ. I even got to use my new PA that was meant to tear up neg pussy boy insides so that my highly viral load could get deep inside and infect them with my strains of HIV. My latest visit to the doc at the county health department had gone well, at least in my eyes. He’d been trying to get me on meds for years, but I told him I couldn’t afford them. For some reason, I didn’t qualify for the free program either. Maybe it was because even though I’m pretty poor on paper, I still make too much to qualify. I know for real I make good money though because I sell lots of good drugs on the side and have quite the long list of clients always hitting me up from premo shit. Either way, the doc was telling me that my viral load count was getting dangerously high, and if I kept down this path by my next visit I’d most likely have full blown AIDS. My viral load count was 2.5 million and my CD4 was at 103. He told me if my CD4 got below 100, then that’s considered full blown AIDS. While he was concerned, my dick chubbed up at the thought of having a truly huge death stick ready to convert any neg bottom who needed to be owned by a BBC. That’s when I went to my tattoo and piercing guy and asked him what he could do to help me out. He showed me the new PA that had 6 very sharp pointed spikes that went all around the circle of the PA and were meant for nothing more than to rip and tear open the insides of whatever hole was being fucked. I chubbed up again. I laughed an evil laugh and told him to ring it up while he just smirked at me and said that he feels for any hole that gets used by me with that on. “Even if you weren’t hung like a motha fucka, Kenny, that thing would do damage. As huge as you are and how rough you fuck, you’re liable to send some bitch to the hospital needing stitches in his ass,” he said. “Does that mean you’re volunteering?” I asked. “Hell no! Once with you was enough. My hole still trembles thinking about how hard you used me that time when I couldn’t pay up for my stash.” “It’s all good. I mean I enjoyed your ass, but I know you prefer to top, so it’s not as much fun if you’re not truly into it. I like to make guys scream, moan, bleed, but I also want them to be into it too. I mean rape can be hot too in the right situation, but I much prefer a partner who begs and wants this snake versus one who complains or whines about it,” I said. “By the way, if you get any other piercings like this that are twisted, let me know.” “You got it, man. Hey, if you really want to do more damage, we can always do a Jacob’s Ladder piercing on you. As big as you are, we could probably get 10 bars down the length of your dick.” “Let me think about it. I know it’s hot but with as much travel as I do, that’s a lot of piercings to take in and out every time I have to go through the metal detectors at the airport,” I said. I then paid for the piercing, dropped my pants and put it in while my bud just laughed. I told him I needed to see how it felt and was on my way out the store. Armed with a lethal PA and deadly toxic seed, I sought out the first bottom I could find. Of course he couldn’t take it, so I was frustrated. Then I was out of commission for two weeks trying to pass another damn kidney stone, so when Tre hit me up and told me that he had a hot young white boy pussy that was almost virgin, I was hoping I’d get to finally unleash the beast and release two weeks worth of built up toxic seed. Fuck, he was so worth it. I got him high as fuck and tore his ass up with my deadly spiked PA. Tre’s boyfriend Javi saw how much damage I was doing to the white pussy boy and demanded for me to wreck his insides as well. Even though I’m pretty sure that I converted both Tre and Javi, I had caught a new strain of HIV since we had last played, so I was sure I could get Javi sick again with my new strain if I fucked him hard enough. I hadn’t got to tell Tre of Javi the latest news from my doc, but I would later once things calmed down. I know I had turned them into kinky stealth fuckers like me after I had stealthed them both, so it was hot watching them spread my strain and hear their stories of their conquests. But, I needed to get back to the present. Tyler wanted more cock, and my evil brain knew who just to invite over. “So Ty, you want more big dick huh? You think you can take more? I mean I know some pretty big guys,” I asked. “Do you really, Kenny? I mean like are they as big as you? Or bigger?” Ty asked. I laughed out loud. “You horny little pussy boy. You want a dick even bigger than mine? Do you think you could take it?” Ty just giggled like a little school girl. So, I asked him what was funny. “If you get me high enough, I could probably take a dick a little bigger than yours. I don’t know. My insides feel totally opened and wet. But my hole just keeps wanting more dick. I think the slam really made my hole hungry. Does it do that?” “Yes, it does, especially for white boy cum sluts like yourself. I do have a buddy that’s bigger than me, but I don’t know if he’s gonna be free. I can text him and see. But, I do know some buds that are probably chillin right now that would be down to breed your white ass with their big dicks. Do you want me to text them too?” “Really? Tre, Javi, is it ok if we invite them over? I mean this is your place. I don’t want to seem rude by trying to invite more guys over without your permission,” Ty asked. “Sure, I’m down. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get another load out of Tre of Kenny for at least another hour while they recharge, but I’m ready to breed you while we wait for others to arrive,” replied Javi. “Sweet! OK, Kenny. Text all of your buds and see if they want to breed me. By the way, how big is the guy that’s bigger than you?” “I’m not going to tell you, slut. You only get to find that out in person,” I told Ty. I picked up my phone and texted my bud that was bigger than me and three other buds and told them what was going down. One hit me back right away asking for pics of the little white boy pussy. “Ty, get on your back and pull your legs back to your shoulders. I need to take a pic of that hungry white boy pussy for my buds.” Ty didn’t question my command at all and did exactly as he was told. I wondered if he wasn’t so high would he still obey as quickly. I decided to file that in the back of my mind for later confirmation. I took pics of his whole body, his face, his cute little nipples, his little dick, and his gaping hole that was red, torn, and still dripping reddish tinted cum. I texted those to my bud. He quickly asked for the address. So I sent it to him. He said he’d be on the way and was bringing his bro with him. I texted back that it was cool, the more the merrier. I told Ty that one of my buds was interested and he got all smiley and happy. Javi then said, “Well since you’re presenting that pretty pussy like that, I might as well fuck it.” Javi mounted Ty and started fucking him. Tre got up and told me to follow him to the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom, Tre was like that was the hottest fuck he ever had. And he was thinking about getting a PA like mine. I told him I could hook him up with my guy if he was serious. Then he asked, “So, you think we got him knocked up?” I just laughed and told him about my recent visit with the doc, my numbers, and my new strain. “Fuck, so you probably just gave it to the kid and recharged Javi too!” “That was the plan, bro. My dick was hungry after going two weeks with no sex.” My phone buzzed and another of the guys hit me up. I quickly sent him the details and he replied back he was down. So, I gave him the address and he said he’d be there in 15 minutes. The first bud texted me that he had stopped for gas and would be there in about 10 minutes. I told Tre that they were coming. “You think that bitch and take some more big dicks?” “Yeah, and who do you know that’s bigger than you, bro? You know I rarely bottom, but for a big dick like yours, I like the challenge,” Tre said. I laughed, and told him the same thing I told Tyler. You’ll have to see it in person. He just laughed and agreed. I told him if he hits me back up we’ll see what happens. “You ready to go back in there and get him slammed again. Do you think another .7 or is that too much?” Tre just shrugged his shoulders and asked if I wanted him passed out again. I thought about it and the guys that were coming. “Well two of the guys that are coming are poz also. One has a biohazard tattoo on his back. Do you think the kid will figure it out if he sees that?” Tre just shook his head and said that he thought the kid was pretty naive, so probably not. “What about the third guy? Is he poz?” asked Tre. “I don’t know dude. Never met him before. But if he’s been playing with my bud raw, then there’s a good chance he is.” “Damn, we need to get the details. I don’t want no one freaking out and calling the cops on us,” Tre said. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Let me text my bud and find out.” As I texted my bud to ask the status of the guy he was bringing with him, Tre said he was going to go check and make sure Xavier was still snoring soundly and then go back to watch Javi breed Ty. He told me to text him to come back to the bathroom if we needed to talk more about the guys who are coming. Right then, my phone buzzed. Bro #1: Bro, he’s chill. My bud is poz too. He’s Blatino and got a 11.5” dick that’s pretty thick. Me: That’s what’s up. Any tattoos or things that identify him as poz? Bro #1: He’s got a biohazard tattoo like me. But his is on his left pec. Me: OK, the white bitch was a virgin until earlier tonight. He’s high as fuck but doesn’t seem to know about poz tattoos. I think. Who knows? We’ll just play it by ear. But tell your bud that this is a stealthing operation. Bro #1: Dude my dick just jumped. Hell yeah we’ll knock this bitch up for sure. My bud here just converted two weeks ago so his numbers are high. Me: Not as high as mine. 2.5 million viral load count. Bro #1: Fuck dude, he’s poz then. Me: Ya especially after I tore him up with my new PA. I then sent a bud a pic of my dick with the new PA in it. He was impressed and said they were both ready to breed. I was about to go join the others when my phone buzzed again. Bro #2: Yo bro, we gettin high? I haven’t nut in over a week. You know if I’m high I can shoot several loads. Me: Ya fo sure. I’ll get you slammed when you get here. Oh and we are stealthing the btm, so keep the poz talk on the DL. Bro #2: Fuck ya bro! I’m ready. See you soon. I joined the others back in the bedroom. Javi now had Ty on all fours and was fucking him hard while Tre had gotten in front of Ty and was letting him suck his dick. Tre was not fully hard yet, but I could see his dick coming back to life. I grabbed the cup of water that had since gone cold and told Tre I was going to get more hot water to get the slams ready. Ty pulled off of Tre’s dick and looked at me. “Can I get another slam too? Oh and some more G? I like that stuff!” said Ty. “Sure, baby boy. I want you to get high and enjoy all the big dicks in your ass. By morning, your hole ain’t gonna even know how to close.” I laughed and left the room. As I was leaving, I heard Ty mumble something about he didn’t want his hole to stop being fucked. Damn, he was a natural white pussy boy if I had ever met one. From virgin to BBC whore in less than 4 hours. I went to the bathroom and got more hot water. When I got back to the room, Tre already had the four points we used earlier opened and was filling them with T. “Who’s is who’s?” I asked. He looked at me and whispered if it mattered. I just kinda laughed and said no. I also pulled out three more points. “How much are you putting in each?” “.5 for me, you, and Javi. .8 for Ty. How much do you want for your buds that are coming?” asked Tre. I told him to do .5 for them as well. “You want to really get this party flowing, huh?” I just nodded. “I’ve never done more than .4 before but I figure a little extra boost will help me get rock hard again and let my poor nuts build up some more special seed,” Tre whispered. I don’t really know why we were whispering to each other. With all the grunts and groans coming from the bed, I doubt Ty could even hear us much less focus on what we were talking about. “OK, it seems like you know what you’re doing. I’m going to go get another Gatorade from the fridge and get the G ready.” As I was in the kitchen, my phone buzzed and my bro texted that he was here. I told him the apartment number and to come up. As I let him in, my bro with the bud texted that he was here too. So I gave him the apartment number. Soon all four of us were standing in the kitchen, and I gave them each the details of the situation. “OK, the white bitch cum slut was virgin until tonight. He’s high as fuck. We are all about to slam and take some G. I got slams with .5 ready for each of you.” The guy that was new to me just bugged out his eyes, so I stopped. “Is that going to be ok?” He said yeah he’d just never done more than .25 before. “That’s cool man, if you want less we can do that.” He just shook his head and said he was down to try a big slam, so I continued. “He is negative or was until we started fucking him. He can take dick like a champ and loves it rough. The harder and rougher you get, the better. Breed him and rough him up and let's make sure this bitch converts tonight.” They all agreed, so we headed to the bedroom. I led them back to the bedroom. As we walked in, Tre welcomed the guys and introduced himself, Javi, and Ty. He then said you guys obviously know Kenny, and asked them to introduce themselves. My first bro who came with the new bud said, “I’m Jay, and this is Mike,” pointing to his new bud. My second bud piped up and said, “I’m Chris. Let’s get this party going.” Ty watched the guys with hunger as they all stripped down to everything but their underwear. His eyes were glued to their packages and I seriously thought he was going to start drooling. Right about that time, Javi screamed he was going to bust, and he started pile driving into Ty. Ty looked back at Javi and said, “Yes, Javi! Give me your special seed. I need more cum deep in my white boy pussy from your big Latino dick.” Jay and Mike both just watched and smiled. Chris went to where Tre was and asked if he needed any help. He said no but looked at me and said the rigs were ready and asked me who was going first. “I think Ty should get his slam first so that he’s ready as soon as these guys get theirs.” I looked over at Ty, and he just looked back and gave me a big smile and thumbs up. I went over to Ty and told him to open up. I gave him 4 shots of G. I whispered to him that the extra one was so that he would be really horny and ready for all of us. He just smiled. I then grabbed his arm and told Tre to hand me the rig for Ty. Ty, already knowing what to expect, straightened out his arm to me and smiled. I found his vein quickly and told him to get ready. He nodded as I pulled back and got a register of blood. I then slowly depressed the plunger and pulled the needle out. He raised his arm over his head and immediately started to cough. I looked up and saw a little trickle of blood start to roll down his arm, and I just licked it up. Ty was too far gone in feeling the rush to notice. But, I distinctly heard Chris behind me say that was hot as fuck. I then went to my bros that just arrived, Jay and Chris, and gave each 2 shots of G and slammed them. Mike was next and said he’d never had G. I told him he’d love it. After he got 2 shots, he said it tasted awful. As Chris passed him the Gatorade, I told him to chase it and then take another sip and swish it around in his mouth to get rid of the taste. I then got Mike’s arm ready, found his vein, pulled back to get a register of blood, and then pushed the plunger into him. He raised his arm and started coughing like Ty. I looked at him and cocked my head, “You sure you done this before?” He was coughing still and looking at me trying to say something. After a few more coughs, he looked up and said, “Ya bro, but it’s been over a year, and I only did it once.” I looked at Jay and raised my eyebrows. “Don’t sweat it, Kenny. He’ll be fine. He wanted to do this. Plus, his dick is bigger than mine, so I know he’ll do some damage to the kid.” “Alright, but he’s your responsibility.” I looked back at Mike and asked, “You ok, bro?” He just had a stupid grin on his face and was massaging his dick through his underwear. He looked at me and told me he was cool and ready to fuck. Ty heard that and he got on all fours and presented his ass to the guys on my side of the room. As he did that a little fart came out of him and a huge glob of reddish cum pushed out of his ass and quickly dropped down to his balls and then fell to the bed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so crude,” Ty said worriedly. Tre, Javi, and I all chuckled. Mike, now fully hard, looked at the hole, the cum, and decided he’d had enough. He got up, pulled off his boxer briefs and walked over to Ty as Ty went bug eyed looking at the big dick pointing at him as it came near. When he got to Ty, he asked him if he was ready for more. Ty just nodded quickly as Mike slammed his entire dick in with one big shove. “Fuck, yes! This bitch is super wet and open but somehow still tight,” Mike exclaimed as he pulled out and slammed in again. He did that about 5 more times when he noticed the room was quiet and looked back at the rest of us. “Oh shit, man! I’m sorry. Did I go out of turn? Or were we supposed to wait?” “No, don’t stop!” Ty whined. “Kenny, please don’t make him stop. I’ll do anything you guys want, just keep fucking me. My pussy needs dick now. Fuck me harder, Mike. Please!” Mike stayed still waiting on our response. Meanwhile, Ty started fucking himself on Mike’s dick. “Mike, come on. Fuck me please. Damn, this is a big dick. I think you’re bigger than Tre.” I laughed. “Mike, shut that bitch up and fuck him. You heard him. He needs dick. Give him your big dick and fill his white boy pussy up with your special seed.” Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Ty’s hips and started pounding into him hard and fast. Ty just started moaning like the whore he was. Tre came up to me and told me he and Javi were ready for their G and slam. So I gave Tre and Javi their doses. Right as Javi was getting his plunger pushed in, Mike started grunting. “Take that big Blatino dick you white whore! You want this nut? I’m about to bust a big load deep in your pussy. Get ready!” Mike shouted. He then started shaking and pounding erratically as he started cumming in Ty who just moaned. When Mike was done, he slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Ty. He was breathing heavily as Ty turned around and started licking his still hard dick clean. He jumped at Ty’s tongue, but then said, “Fucking white boy cum slut. Clean that big Blatino dick off. Who’s next?” Mike asked as he looked at the rest of us. Jay got up, already fully naked and went to the bed and mounted Ty as he was still licking Mike’s dick clean. He just groaned and started pounding. From previous experience, I knew Jay wasn’t very vocal, just a lot of grunting. So, that’s what he did, grunted and pounded away at the sloppy wet white boy pussy. After licking up every drop of cum and blood that was coating Mike’s dick, Ty held it up straight from his body and said, “Damn, you are bigger than Tre.” Mike just laughed and said he was 11.5” of Grade A quality Blatino dick. Meanwhile, Jay was getting close and then started cumming in Ty. Ty just moaned and begged for his cum. He reached back and grabbed Jay’s ass cheeks to pull him into his ass deeper while still begging him for his cum. Chris had moved next to me right as I was about to push the plunger down on my rig to get my slam going again. “That’s one hot white boy. I can’t wait to give him my load, Kenny. I want to knock him up so bad. Do you still have a PA?” I looked at Chris and nodded. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I lost mine at the last party I was at. I took it off to clean it off because one of the bottoms hadn’t cleaned out properly and forgot where I laid it down. It was the next day when I realized it was not in my dick anymore. Do you think I can borrow yours? I want to do some damage to his insides,” Chris said. I just smiled at Chris and grabbed my green bag. “Oh, I got something special then.” I pulled out the spiked PA, and Chris’s eyes just bugged out and an evil grin spread across his face. “Fuck ya, bro! Where did you get that? I need one just like it.” I told him I’d hook him up later, but for now, he needed to put it on because Jay was almost done. Jay meanwhile was still grunting and thrusting into Ty while Ty was just moaning and begging for every last drop of cum. Chris quickly put the PA in and moved his hips back and forth so his big dick slapped against his thighs. That sound caught Ty’s attention, and he looked up to see what was making that sound. Ty saw Chris’s dick swinging back and forth and could probably see that there was a PA in it, but Chris was moving it too fast for him to see just what it looked like. Ty just started licking his lips and looked up at Chris and asked, “How do you want me? I’m ready to please you sir!” I laughed and whispered in Chris’s ear what to do. “Tell him you want him on his back. That way he can see the PA before you shove it in. And make sure you shove it in balls deep the first thrust. Trust me he can take it. If he gives you any grief about the PA, just tell him that he either gets fucked with it, or he doesn’t get your dick at all. Trust me, he’ll take the dick.” Chris just grinned. Looking back at the bed, Ty was cleaning off Jay’s dick. Chris walked up to the bed and told Ty, “When you’ve cleaned off his big dick, I want you on your back with you holding your knees to your shoulders with your head on the pillows. That way the guys over there can see our profiles as I tear your ass up with this 13” mandingo dick.” Ty just moaned and got into position quickly. Chris mounted the bed and approached Ty and his openly presented hole while stroking his big dick. Ty, who couldn’t help himself, looked down to see what was about to enter his white boy pussy. He noticed the PA right away and the size of Chris’s dick. “Whoa, Chris. What is that thing? It looks scary.” Chris looked at Ty and said, “It’s called a Prince Albert or PA. It’s a piercing that goes through someone’s dick head. It’s usually curved like a circle and makes fucking feel so much better. Trust me, all the bottoms love it.” Ty just looked at him and shrugged. “OK,” Ty said and then looked at me. “Kenny, I’m not feeling the G yet. Can I get some more?” I just chuckled. I knew he was probably already sweating some of the G out by the sheen of sweat that was covering his entire body, but I went over to him with the Gatorade and the vile of G. Chris just sat back on his haunches and grinned. I gave Ty 3 more shots of G which he quickly rinsed out with the Gatorade. “No more than 10 minutes, and you’ll be feeling that,” I told him. I knew it was also a little early for the G to kick in. Between Mike and Jay, both only fucked Ty for like 5 minutes a piece or less so the first round of G hadn’t really kicked in yet. “What are you waiting for, Chris? Ty told you to fuck him with the PA. Let him see how it feels. If he really likes it, I can put mine and fuck him with mine too.” “You have one too?” Ty asked. “Sure do, buddy! Mine is like the one Chris has, but I have two others that you can look at and see if you want me to try a different kind on you too. But make sure you make Chris happy and get his nut. Go ahead, Chris. Breed that hot white boy pussy.” Chris, no longer ready to wait, positioned his dick head at Ty’s hole that was still open and leaking pinkish cum. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, white boy. I own the boys I fuck and destroy their pussies with my big mandigo dick. You ready for it?” “Give it to me, please! Chris, fuck me hard with that big black dick!” “No, this is a mandingo dick, bitch. Do you know the difference?” asked Chris. “A mandingo dick is larger than 12”. Mine is 13”, so respect the difference. It’s not just a black dick. It’s a black mandingo dick.” Ty giggled and said, “Chris, please give me your black mandingo dick. I want you to make my pussy yours and fill it up with your nut.” Chris just grinned sadistically and looked at me then back at Ty. “Be careful what you wish for white boy cum slut!” Chris then slammed his entire dick into Ty’s hole with one hard, ravage thrust. Ty howled out as the six spikes on the PA ripped into the walls of his hole, then his rectum, then his inner hole, and then into the walls of his large intestine. Chris quickly put one hand over Ty’s mouth and the other around his neck. “Don’t scream that loud anymore. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’re going to love every minute of it.” Chris pulled all the way out causing Ty to scream into his hand. “What did I say, bitch?” Ty just started crying and Chris said, “Don’t scream again. You can moan like the whore you are, but if you scream I won’t fuck you anymore.” I could tell by the look in Ty’s eyes that he was torn about getting fucked or having to endure the pain. Right about then his eyes glazed over. I whispered in Chris’s ear that the G was kicking in and to go ahead and rip the bitch up. Chris slammed his entire dick back into Ty. What started as a scream erupted from Ty but quickly turned into a moan. So Chris did it again and again, only getting moans from Ty. Chris felt Ty’s ass involuntarily gripping his dick as he was slamming into him. So he started to move his hips around and grind his dick deep inside of Ty. The spikes started grabbing and ripping into the walls of Ty’s large intestine. Ty’s eyes went wide, and he started to lean up, but then his tongue came out of his mouth and he collapsed on the bed. “Shit, he passed out again,” Tre said. “Good, now I’ll really fuck this bitch up,” Chris exclaimed. And that’s what he did. His hips went into overdrive. He fucked, slammed in and out, ground his dick in circles. He pulled his dick out and it was covered in blood and cum. By this time, everyone was gathered around watching and getting even more turned on. Javi said, “Chris, just push in and out quickly on his hole. Make it rip open more and bleed. Tear that shit up!” Chris moaned, loving the idea, did just that. Javi then said, “OK, now go in deep and do the same thing to his inner hole!” Sounds of agreement and encouragement came from all of us as Chris tore up Ty’s inner hole. He pulled out to show us his dick even more streaked with red. This time it was Tre’s turn to make a suggestion, “Now pull go inch by inch into his ass and rotate your hips around. Make sure those spikes are hitting his ass walls and tearing into them. We want to make sure that all of our loads have a chance to knock this bitch up and make him the poz cum dump we know he’s destined to be.” Chris just gave a sinister laugh. “You guys are just as fucked up and freaky as I am. I love it. He’s passed out and we are ripping this white boy up from the inside out so we can make him a toxic poz cum dump. This is my kinda party.” Chris did as he was told until Tre told him to do the same thing to his large intestine past his inner hole. Chris plunged in deeper and continued to do circles with his dick to make sure the spikes tore up the white boy good. Chris pulled all the way back out. This time his dick was almost completely coated in blood and the cum that oozed out of Ty’s hole was redder than it had been all night. “Fuck ya! Look at that. I’m about to nut.” We encouraged Chris to fuck him hard and that’s what he did. He started long dicking Ty again, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in. After about 10 thrusts like that, Chris grunted and started shaking. Balls deep in Ty, he unloaded his pent up nut that he had been storing for over a week. Chris finally drained, pulled out of Ty as cum just poured out of the gaped open hole. Even though the cum had gotten a little less red from all the nut that Chris had shot inside him, it was still pretty dark. Ty was still passed out. I looked around me, and there wasn’t a single guy that wasn’t hard as a rock and all were stroking their dicks. “OK, guys! I say while he’s passed out, we DP this bitch as much as we can to really rip his hole open wide. Tre and Javi, do you want to go first? I mean it is your place and all.” Tre just high fived Javi. Javi got on the bed on his back while the guys picked Ty up and folded him in half and lowered him onto Javi’s dick. A small moan escaped Ty’s mouth as the guys laid him flat on Javi’s chest. Tre got behind them and slammed his entire cock up in Ty’s ass at once. Ty moaned a little louder. “Fuck, Tre! This bitch is getting hard again. Keep fucking him rough and maybe we can make him cum hands free again,” Javi said. “I’ve got a better idea. We each pair off: Javi and Tre, Jay and Mike, and me and Chris. We each get three minutes to DP the bitch. Whichever pair can make him cum hands free gets to be the first to fist his hole after we’ve all nut in him again.” “No fair!” Jay shouted. “You and Chris have the biggest dicks!” “I know! That’s why we are going to win. But why are you complaining, we can all fist him! It’s just the winners get to go first,” I said. Jay shrugged and agreed. “OK, Javi and Tre. Your time starts now!” ******************** I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Who do you want to win? Should the biggest dicks win or is Ty too close to the edge already? Does Ty wake up to being DP or being fisted? Let me know your thoughts. Any feedback is always appreciated.

I was at my local gay nightclub when I spotted a group of lads – all dressed up. One caught my eye – he was wearing a superhero costume and unusually had the muscles to fill it out. We started dancing and became aware that through the tight lycra I could also see that he had the bulge to fill it. I said to him “looks like you really are a hero!”. He replied – “that’s not all lad – I’ve got a superpower too”. I asked him what it was and he said “I call my cock The Power because it gets guys pozzed first time”. I was taken aback and he laughed “shocked yeh?”. I nodded but kept dancing and he moved closer so we could grind together. He whispered in my ear “and tonight I’m pozzing you”. I said back “but I’ve never wanted pozzed before”. And the superhero said “when you meet The Power that changes and you know you need my poz cum in you – don’t worry it’s normal – want me to be YOUR hero?”. I hugged him tight and said “yes sir, I need a hero!”. We went back to his place and stripped off. When released from the superhero outfit The Power sprang out and was huge even soft. I whispered – “no wonder you call it The Power – it’s huge!” and he replied “and it don’t shoot blanks”. We made out for a bit and then he said “wanna suck”. I struggled to get such a monster in my mouth! But I managed and I sucked him and sucked him until I begged please I need The Power in me. He replied “need a hero?”. I told him I did and when he asked why I told him it was because I needed pozzed with his massive weapon. He growled “ready to feel The Power?”. Yes Sir! He pushed The Power deep into me and I moaned “wow you really are a hero”. He replied that he knew and started to plough my hole deep and I moaned in pleasure – “wow I know why you call that cock The Power”. He said “yeh, it barebacks all the twinks – beg me to use my superpower”. “Poz me with The Power - make me yours – be my hero”. He growled “here comes twink – the poz cum – making you a real man now”. I begged “give it to me, poz me with the Power”. He shot his load in me. We hugged for a bit with his meaty cock still inside me then I feel asleep in his muscular arms”.

Was out with a friend in NYC. Met a handsome hot guy at the bar. My friend decided to go home, I decided I should too. But once we said good bye at the subway I decided I wanted another drink and to go see if the hot guy was still there. Oh he was!! We had several drinks and then he said he was going to the Cock Bar. He asked if I wanted to join him and I said "of course" We hopped in an Uber and headed to the cock in the middle of the snow storm. We had a couple drink and then he brought me over to the dark corner cave area. Pulled out his cock... I dropped to my knees and started sucking his big hot cock. After a couple of minutes he leaned down and said he wanted my ass. I qucikly dropped my pants and leaned over. Spit in my had and lubed my ass up. His hard big cock slid in and damn it felt good. Been to long since I had been fucked. He fucked me good and then leaned over and told me he was about to breed my ass, then he pounded his load deep in my hole. Oh it felt so good. Before I could lean up, my ass was filled with another cock. This guy was pounding to blow his load. I looked around and the hot guy was watching with a smile. After several more guys and loads, he leaned over and said let's get a drink. I had another drink with him. Then he said lets go. We walked to the subway, kissed and said good bye. I turned around and went back. Got a drink, went back to the dark corner, dropped my pants and lost track of how many cocks and loads I took before the bar closed and I stumbled my way home happy and very full of cum!

as a top, it depends on the mood and the situation, and the fellow mating partner / the bottom… it’s kind of different according to the shape of encounter itself. Sometimes, if I’m hot and horny for someone in particular, I love to fuck and enjoy being inside of him as long as possible, to fuck him every way possible, and I love my body to be a part of him through intercourse. Unloading into him is just the natural outcome and a must. It’s about being close with him, marking him and having him carry my seed which would make me proud eventually. Sometimes I love to fuck from one man to the next, e.g. while group banging. Then I’m more for quantity than quality, sex becomes a fulfillment when sharing it with as many as possible, then it’s about fucking in the first place. I’d let my dick go free and decide on its own, when to unload, no matter in whom. I cherish the memories of group sex, when I fucked almost everyone in the room but was so dizzy that I don’t recall, who finally got my load - and it doesn’t even matter. As memories can be tricky, it still can appear as if I have cum with everyone, which feels incredibly fulfilling. Having shared a load with one of the group thus feels like having shared it with everyone there, as long as I’ve made sure that I have fucked with whoever possible. And sometimes there are times, when I’m not horny, not in the mood and hardly think of sex (yes, happens, too, at times 😁), and there’d still be a bottom reaching out just to have his hole bred. I don’t mind if I happen to be the next available and handy servicing breeder, just to drop pants, deposit my load in him, get my pants again and go home. Sometimes, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do 💦

I got a text message from a guy who saw my ad in the personals of Lacanto. The text said cum to hotel Palazzo Versace Hotel suite 48 at 9am 2/2/2022. That was the night before, I texted back saying I would be there. This morning got up early gave myself a good clean out, an headed to the hotel, knocked on the door and this Arab answered the door, I thought I had the wrong suite when he asked if I was from the ad, I said yes, and he invited me in, where there was another Arab there too. The first said that they were looking for a bottom to use. I said well I like being used and I started to strip, both looked my up and down then told me to get on my knees, they both pulled there cocks out, the first was about 7" flaccid, to other was 4" flaccid but thick, Grabbed the big cock first and started sucking it to get it hard in my mouth, he was thick but not as thick as the other cock, he did grow an extra inch as I sucked him off,I was looking up at him with his cock in mouth and he said do I like it rough, I nodded and as I did he thrust his shaft deeper down my throat causing me to gag a little. He told me to get on my hands and knees which I did, he came around to the back of me and without lube started to push his cock inside me, whilst his friend who was semi hard forced his very thick cock into me mouth, my hole was hurting from the lack of lube, but he kept pushing his cock into me until he was balls deep, then he started slapping my ass calling me a dirty faggot that needs superior Arab cock in him. I was sucking the guy and his cock was hurting my jaw as it was that thick, it was also causing me to gag as it was hitting my tonsils, he was getting harder from me gagging and watching his friend fuck me. They switched places and the guy with very thick cock and I mean it was as thick as a coke can probably thicker, drove his cock into my hole causing me gasp in pain as I teared up, when the other guy shoved his cock down my throat, saying all white men will server Arab cock, they fucked me for a good 90 minutes taking turns with my mouth and fuck hole. My hole hafd loosened up thanks to the very thick cock, he was once again inside me pumping hard slapping my ass which was very red now, when I felt him thrust deep into me one last time as he started cumming inside me, he pulled out had me clean his head, whilst I got fucked again by the large cock, he was pulling his cock all the way out and ramming it back into my hole telling me he was pushing the cum deeper so it would never cum out, he kept this up for a good 15 minutes before he started cumming inside me. Told me to get dressed and leave, which I did. My hole is very sore now, but all I can think about is that really thick cock.

I do want to share a new development. I met a guy offf Grindr recently. He was persistent I’ll give him that, and one night after a few nights of talking over snap I just decided what the hell and drove to his apartment. I buzzed the intercom and walked up the stairs before entering his door he opened for me. Soon we were naked and he was rimming me which was sending waves of pleasure coursing up my body before he entered me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before pulling out and fisting his cock. He knew from our earlier conversations that I wanted to be bred, and he jerked his cock near my stretched hole building his orgasm. The suspense was so hot, I knew it was coming, but not knowing when he was going to thrust into me made me hornier than ever. I fisted my would cock in anticipation, and when he did thrust forward, I started spewing my own cum over my stomach matching the load he was fucking into my ass. Maybe if I hadn’t been cumming at that moment too I would’ve felt him blow this load in me, but fuck if I didn’t enjoy the moment. The last week has been a whirlwind, I just joined this site, posted this story to positive reviews, (thank you all), and suddenly after all these years of fantasizing, I just took my first load. Not sure if I’m ready to join the poz train yet as this guy was neg, but now I can finally say, I’ve had a man cum in my ass. 😈

• Here's a new story for you guys. I have the first two chapters written and the rest is outlined... Enjoy... xxx • Our Boyfriends’ Cummy Holes Chapter 1 of 5. Andy and I were pals at work. We flirted with each other around the office, but nothing too serious. Andy was a nice guy, and I bet he didn’t know what I pig I could be. I knew Andy had a really serious boyfriend and didn’t want to screw that up for him. I’d been seeing a guy but we’d decided to give each other some space for a while, but more on that later. After a frisky day of Andy teasing me at the office, he invited me out for a beer after work and we chatted. I confessed that his flirtations turned me on. He asked if I wanted to get to know him and his partner better. Andy’s boyfriend, Luke, looked very sexy in the photos he showed me on his phone, tall, husky, furry, and a great smile. He was a bit older and rarely went out. I guess you could say in spite of his handsome looks, he was shy, which made Andy’s biggest turn on a little tough to explore. Andy scooted closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and discreetly whispering. He told me that he was a huge exhibitionist and loved putting on a show with Luke. I nodded and told him that sounded hot. He told me he sometimes invited a guy or two over to watch him fuck Luke in their bedroom. He was hoping to get a chance to fuck Luke in a more public setting sometime. I asked if he’d ever seen Luke take someone else’s cum and he shook his head no. I asked why he was telling me this and he told me he’d heard rumors that I had a wild side. I told him he might be right. I went on to tell Andy that I’d had some fun public times with my former main squeeze. I chuckled to myself as Andy confessed what he thought was so filthy, not knowing the raunchy things I’d done with my boy. I asked if he wanted to know about those kinds of things I had gotten up to with my boyfriend. He eagerly nodded. I told him to get comfortable. Back when I had a steady boyfriend, we’d done our fair share of swapping and hooking up. I told Andy that I used to love sliding into my boy’s ass after he’d just taken someone else’s load. Andy asked for more details. I told Andy about our trip to Spain, where I went bent my boyfriend over in the backroom of a gay bar. The locals and tourists watched me bareback him and jerked off to us fucking. When I finished inside my boy and pulled out with a juicy plop, a stranger walked over and without asking, shot a big juicy load all over my boy’s cum-oozing hole. Some splattered across his smooth cheeks and crack, but some shot directly into his stretched-open hole. It turned us both on, and freaked us both out. Another guy stepped up like he wanted a turn, and my boy stood up and said, ‘all done for tonight,’ and then pulled up his pants. We made a quick exit. How had we gone from being exhibitionists on holiday to him having a stranger spay his cum right onto, and even into, his open hole? When we got back to our hotel, my boy asked what we should do. I suggested I eat his ass and suck as much of that strangers cum off and out of him as possible, then maybe a soothing hot bath. Eating that stranger’s cum, mixed with my own made me so hard. I suggested I fuck him again to see if my dick head could squeegee out his guts. He moaned as I railed his tender hole and filled him up again. I ate that seed up too before we climbed into the tub together. Andy cleared his throat muttering, ‘a stranger’s cum in your boy’s hole, and you ate it…’ I grinned and asked if he wanted me to go on. Andy nodded. To be continued…

I found a versatile guy on an app that was close to me. We chatted and decided that he was horny with a weeks load and wanted a hole to unload in. I told him I was an assup bottom in need. I drove to his place and went to the door. He opened it whearing a white robe and let me in. As soon as the door was closed he grabbed my ass. We talked about it and we wanted to get right to it. He led me to his bed and we stripped. He pushed me flat on my stomach and climbed on, he spread my ass and I felt his Young in my ass. It felt great. He then pushed a lube finger up my ass. The lube he used was cool and it really excited my hole. Next he moved up on me and started pushing his cock up me. I hadn't seen his cock yet, only felt it. He said he was average with a big head and thick base. His head poped in and he pushed in. It felt great, just what I needed. He didn't take long to cum, I felt him throb in my ass. I thought he would pull out and it would be over. He stayed in my telling me how great my ass felt. He was soft after he came but I could swear that I could feel his cock growing. To my surprise he started moving again and in no time he was fucking me again. With his first load in me my hole was really slippery. It was driving me crazy. He climbed higher on me and forced his entire cock up my asx. He was right, his cock wss thick at the base and it was spreading me wide. I am a noisy fuck and this really had me making noise. He said " Oh Yeah" and shoved deep. At that angle he hit bottom between the surprise of getting split and him hitting bottom, my head and shoulder came up off the bed. He shoved my shoulders back down and I felt his cock throbbing again. I hadn't expected a second load and it felt huge. I used my ass muscles to try to milk every drop out and into me. After we were done he said that I should get loaded all the time with a butt like mine. We are going to get together sometime in the future

Not that I disagree with the main point you're making - resolve those consent and limits questions BEFOREHAND - but I do have a quibble, as usual, with the broad brush painting. *Some* tops do exist to cater to bareback bottoms, some *do* like when the bottom takes charge of what happens. You may not be one of them (and in fact, they may not be all that common) but it's always a bad idea, in my book, to prescribe a behavior that one thinks is obligatory for all members of a group - either a group that the person belongs to, or a group that he wants to have sex with.

Part 5 My friend handed the plug with a small shard. I pushed the shard up the kid and then worked the plug in. The kid said it burnt a little . He was well on his way for the next part of his conversion to pig slut I walked around in front of the kid and asked him if we wanted a taste of want was in his ass. He had glassy eyes and managed to say yes. He sniffed my cock like a dog and then started licking it, I was shrinking fast so I pushed it in his mouth, it felt great. He sucked a little on me and I was able so squirt a little chem piss in his moth. He said that it tasted bitted but not bad. All I though is this kid is going to be fun. My friend was checking the kids ass and package and said to got to see this. I went around behind and say the kids ass trying to suck the base of the plug into his ass and below that was a fully had dripping cock. I know the kid had a lot of Tina up his ass and he had a hardon. After he is converted he will definitely be sharing and spreading his DNA. We untied the kid and had him sit in a chair. It was an old fashioned wooden chair, wasn’t real comfortable but with the wood seat it will keep a plug firmly planted in place. He was concerned it was over an di assured him we still have a lot to go as long as he still wanted it. I figured with all drugs in him and the fact he hadn’t cum he would want more. I was right and he laughed ad said “ Bring it on “. We gave the kid some Gatorade to drink. He mentioned it tasted funny. I looked at my friend and he held up a couple fingers indicating just a little. The kid said he was really thirsty and he finished the bottle in no time at all. I told him to go to the bathroom, cleans out if he needed to but if he pissed he had to put it in the empty Gatorade bottle. While he was gone I asked my friend how much and what was in there. He told me less than half a dose of G. It was all he had but the Guys coming were bring supplies and points to use on the Kid. I told him that it looks like we would not be going to the bath tonight. He said that he talked to 3 guys that were coming, might be able to get more. Two of them had nice cocks, probably around 8” or more and both had very HVL. I asked who was the third and he told me Frank. I knew him. We was about 6’, probably weighted no more than 150. Full blown AIDS who’s mission in life was to convert and destroy any asses he could before he died. His cock was about 10”, very thick and he had a PC and a Jacobs ladder. He was always high on something and used Trimix to keep a had on when he played. He was nasty and loved hearing guys scream when he raped them. I was concerned for the kid on this one. The kid came back out with almost a full bottle of deep yellow piss. I told him to take a drink. He looed at me and hesitated and then took a small drink. I asked him how he lied it, he said he didn’t, I told him he will develop a tase for it. I motioned for him lay on the floor, we attached a spreader bar to his ankles, then we put a hoist on the bar that was attached to the ceiling. We lifted the kid upside down until his mouth was about cock height. What we didn’t tell the kid was that both my friend and I filled a bottle with our chem piss. We put a special home made funnel with a flay plug in his ass. At the same time I put a cock strap in his cock and sinched it down, we poured the two bottles of tina piss in the kid, letting gravity pull it deep into his guts, when he started to complain about the pressure I stuffed my cock in hi moth, he instinctively stared to milk and suck my cock. When the bottles were empty we put an expanding plug in his ass. I wanted he piss to stay in for a while. I rubbed his belly some to help with any cramps he might be getting and to get it to go deeper. I asked him if he could feel it and he mumbled yes. I told him only the nastiest worthless fag sluts let piss go in their asses and drink it.

2. Our dinner ended up turning into drinks, which turned into getting home late. Mike was in a wild mood after his day of getting fucked and I was along for the ride. We crashed back into our apartment around three in the morning both drunker than we meant to be. The next morning, I woke up late. I had the day off, and nowhere to be so I just laid in bed, naked, with my morning wood pressing into my sheets, slightly hung over. As I stroked my cock a little I thought about what Mike had said the day before about not getting off any more. It, well, it intrigued me somehow. How could he keep from coming for long periods of time I wondered? As I edged slowly I started to feel that just my own hand around my cock wasn’t what I needed. Hearing Mike get destroyed yesterday had me in a bottoming mood. I needed a hard, raw cock of my own. I got on Scruff and started looking. I felt picky. I wanted someone I wouldn’t normally chat up. Someone a little older than me, beefy, hairy. I wanted a man, a daddy to come take my hole. Then there he was a hot bald guy with a bare broad chest covered in dark hair. He was 56 said his profile, 6’-1” and 210. He was perfect. I didn’t muck around with being coy. I messaged him and told him I thought he was hot. He responded quickly, saying thank you and telling me I was hot too. He asked what I was doing and in response I sent him a picture of me laying in bed, the sheets barely covering my hard cock. Damn boy, you trying to get me hard. Maybe, I replied, and unlocked my album. He responded with his. I was suddenly confronted with a long fat cock in a nest of salt and pepper hair. My cock twitched. I needed him. Fuck Sir! I messaged back You want that hard cock boy? Yes! When are you free? Right now! You want my load? Yes! Please come breed me. I sent him my address, and then he was on his way. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I just pulled on a Bike jock, and waited. It didn’t take him long to buzz my building and then the hot daddy was in my apartment. I greeted him at the door in my jock, he grinned and started to strip off. I had intended to get him into my bedroom but I knew Mike was gone at work till later that evening, so I didn’t stop him. I wanted him so bad that honestly it didn’t matter. This feeling though, wasn’t really anything new, I had been in a horny cock lust before, what was different was the decision I had come to when I saw the man expose his own slightly yellowed jock… I was not going to get off in this encounter; this was about him and my hole, not my cock. “Fucking sexy horny boy,” he said in a seductive low growl. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. I he pressed his bearded face against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept him inside. He kissed me passionately, and I happily accepted him. His hands roamed over my body, pulling at me, and pressing me. He walked me slowly back towards the couch, and eventually knocked me back onto it. He broke our kiss, and I was now eye level with his bulging jock. Without prompting I pulled the pouch to the side and allowed his fat cock to spring aside. It was just as it had been in the pictures. Fat, long, with a broad head, sprouting from a thick mass of salt and pepper pubes, it bobbed in front of my face. I swallowed hard, getting my mouth wet and swallowed half of it in one go. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. I pushed forward, opening my throat. I was no stranger to swallowing a thick cock, and I put all my skills into this. Spit was dripping from the corners of my mouth and my chin was slick when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and smiled. He looked down at me, my mouth still open, and without warning, spat in my mouth. I swallowed. “Now, ass up boy, I’m going to eat that hole before I breed it” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I flipped over so my back was on the back of the couch and my hole was presented to him. He dove right in. His beard was perfectly rough against my furry cheeks and his wide tongue lapped at my hole. I moaned into the couch cushions as I felt him slowly start to open me up. His tongue applied a steady flick that made my pucker twitch and then flutter open. He dove deeper and deeper with each flick till his tongue was flicking in and out of my hole. He was steadily fucking me with his tongue and I was grunting happily into the couch for God knows how long. I felt like putty in his hands. “Fuck, I could eat your ass all day boy, but we both know that’s not what you need is it?” “No, Sir.” “What do you need boy?” He was now rubbing his fingers against my hole. “I need your cock. I need you to breed me.” “Good answer boy.” Then I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock against my hole. A big drop of spit fell on my hole and he started to press in. I took a deep breath and pressed out, opening my hole for him. We both groaned as he slid deep inside me. I whimpered, and he started to fuck me. It was exactly the fuck I had needed. Deep and hard, his cock head banged against my prostate over and over and my pussy stretched slowly around his cock. I felt myself growing looser and wetter as he used me. He kept his hands on my hips, holding me into place as he fucked me. Over and over again he slide in and out of me, till sweat sprung up on both of our bodies. We were panting, and he was pounding deeper and deeper. I had started grunting and begging for his load. Then finally he grunted, “I’m going to breed your sweet cunt boy. Take my fucking load.” “God! Yes! Breed me!” I breathed out in ecstasy as I felt load after load of cum spurt into my hole. He collapsed forward, resting on my back. “Flip over boy, lets see that cock shoot.” “No, sir,” I said, “Please. I want this to just be about your load.” “Good boy, that’s fucking hot.” He slowly pulled out. “In that case. I’ll go and leave you to enjoy your cummy hole.” I watched him get dressed, and then before leaving say “Hit me up when you want another load.” When the door closed behind him I breathed heavily for a minute. That had been so hot, and unlike my usual hookups I wasn’t satiated. I was still horny as fuck, and possibly starting to understand what Mike had meant.

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

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's all about the fuck for me. There's nothing better than the feeling of a man's hard dick running back and forth along the walls of my fuckhole. It's such a delicious feeling - I've been hooked on it from the very first time I got laid. The load is just a creamy bonus at the end of a satisfying lay.

It varies based on the scenario. If I'm at a bathhouse, bookstore, or otherwise cruising, I'm after quantity - not quality. A top who takes too long to lube my insides with his seed is time I'm not getting the next guy sliding up into me. However, if I'm in a more one-on-one situation? Something a bit more intimate? Or even a group setting where I'm the only bottom but not in a cruising situation? Then I like the top(s) to go the distance, so to speak.

The hotel 10 load visit - load 9 I already had 8 loads in when An anon top XL then sent a message. Asking if he could dump a load. It was arranged and I warned him my cunt was dripping. Thankfully he replied that’s how he likes it. While I was waiting for him to arrive I was messaging a regular who wanted to go last. He was parked outside watching the hotel door. The deal was he wanted to slide in as quickly as possible soon as the other guy had finished and left. Deal! Load 9 must have been close by... a married guy needing to breed a cumslut. He must of been close by as I was back on all fours taking his dick a few minutes later. He gave my cunt a good fucking, making use of the many loads as lube. Total anon with no chat he was in my sloppy cummy cunt. I thought of my regular, waiting in the corridor outside my room while this guy used my cunt. He didn’t last very long and was soon pumping his load, load number 9 inside me. I was now ready for load 10!

I’m not sure what happened there - yes, naturally it wasn’t you I was quoting, but rather the poster to whom you had responded. I must have drawn the quoted matter from the quoted block within your reply - it’s unfortunate that the system appears to forwardly-attribute quoted matter to the quoter. My apologies for the confusion. Something quite similar happened with me just a day or two ago when I found myself assigned someone else’s words.

Damn I’ll have to get out there! Got a big wrecked prolapsed pussy for you

Fskn, the problem I see here is that you're operating under the assumption that the reason a bottom asks the top not to cum inside him is for safety, and that it's not always possible to be 100% safe. But that's not the point. The point is, the bottom is an autonomous, living, breathing person with the right to control his body. If he consents to being fucked with the express understanding that the top will not ejaculate inside, then that's the terms of the deal. Violating that - whether the top is negative or not, whether he "lost control" or not, whether the top is good or evil, is all beside the point. If I tell you you can't cum inside me, and you do, you've violated my consent. Period. With respect to the "physiological reality": a man should know how to recognize his impending orgasm, and be able to stop short of that. If he finds himself unable to stop, that's not a "physiological reality"; that's a "I fucked longer than I should have allowed myself to and ignored the warning signs that I was getting close." And yes, it happens, but the responsibility for that LIES WITH THE TOP. And as I've said a hundred times before: no, a top isn't being forced to pull out. He can pass that particular bottom by, and find one eager to take his load, Bottoms are a dime a dozen and even good, quality ones are pretty easy to find. Now, I do agree that a bottom who waits until the top is just about to cum to demand "pull out, pull out" is unlikely to get the results he wants. But I don't think most of this thread has been about that. From the very first post, this has been about guys who ask UP FRONT for the top not to ejaculate inside, and that very first post was about how the OP gets around that. And top after top on this thread has (fap material or not) talked about how if he gets inside he's going to cum inside regardless of what the bottom wanted. Fuck that.

----- Part 4 ----- I woke up when he got out of bed Saturday morning. I gave him a few minutes and stood up, looking over the bed. There was only a small spot on the sheets and then I looked on the rug next to the bed. A large reddish blob marked the spot I dropped the plug the night before. Chuckling to myself I walked into the bathroom. He was sitting on the toilet, with a dazed look on his face. "How ya feeling, Paul?" I asked. "Fuckin sore. I felt you pump a few loads in me but nothin's coming out" he said. "Three loads. Just like the marks on your back. I guess its time to add some more juice to your cunt, then" I replied. He stood up and I looked in the bowl. A small blob of dark pink ooze was floating around. "Hmm, twelve or thirteen hours since your first load, I guess most of it soaked in. It's a good sign. We can stop now if you want. The bug only took three loads to get me and he didn't even plug me up to keep it all in like I did" I said. There was a grin on my face, but it wasn't one of those happy grins. No, it was a dark, evil grin. One hand pushed the lever on the toilet and I used the other to push Paul toward the shower. The water felt good running over my body and once we had each other soaped up I turned him to the wall and grabbed his hands. My cock grew and stiffened as I stood behind him, holding him there. "Kinda rude shitting out my seed there. I didn't expect you to disrespect me like that" I said into his ear. "I'm sorry" Paul said, apologetically. "Don't let it happen again" I said, humping my now hard cock along his crack. Pressing deeper, a few more tries got the head of my cock to snare on his puffy hole. Paul groaned out as my cock drove into his tortured pussy. The only lube he got was the water showering down from above. He whimpered and writhed as my cock pumped in and out of his ass. "This is why you came here, right?" I snarled into his ear, the thrusts getting harder and harder. Among the gasps he was making he muttered "Yes" before pushing his ass back. I laughed to myself. Whatever dark desire made him want to travel across the country to get infected with an incurable bug by his ex, I wasn't going to question. I might have needed this more than him, since I was now starting to embrace my new status. Soon, I was pounding his ass and enjoying every moment. We used to fuck in the shower occasionally, but our roles were reversed then. My grunts got louder than his and then I began flooding his guts again with my seed. We finished the shower and I smiled as I watched him quickly towel off and head towards my bedroom with his ass clenched tight. I gave him a minute and strolled back into the bedroom and tossing on some basketball shorts. The plug was missing from the nightstand and only a small wet spot remained in it's place. I made some breakfast and we sat down in the living room. We talked for a while, catching up on each other's lives since graduation. "I never realized you liked to fuck so much. I know you did a few guys in college, but damn, you're a good top" Paul said. "More than a few. But, you made it pretty clear when we met that you didn't get fucked. I think you let me try once and shut me down after about ten minutes. It didn't matter since I loved getting fucked by you. When I felt like fucking a guy, I'd hunt down one of the thousands of bottoms around campus." Chuckling, I said "I guess your attitude about bottoming hasn't changed much" I replied. Paul looked embarrassed. "Do I suck that bad as a bottom?" he asked a minute later. I didn't want to burst his bubble, but we'd known each other too long to sugar coat it. "Let's just say it's pretty obvious you don't get fucked much" I replied with a grin. Paul nodded sheepishly. "It's not a problem, Paul. Just realize that there are a lot of bottoms out there and some are much better than you. Just do what you enjoy" I said, adding a moment later "But you're still my bottom bitch for the next day." We ended up back in bed a short while later. It was close to the sex we used to have, except I was the top. There was lots of body contact, rubbing, licking and biting. He got drilled on his back, bent over the side of the bed, on all fours, flat on his stomach and against the wall. We went so long I got exhausted and we rolled around groping, sucking and kissing just to give myself a chance to recover. I got him painfully close to shooting his load down my throat but I left him blue balled and dumped my load in his hungry ass instead. My cock was his butt plug for the next hour while we slept again. My stamina wasn't what it used to be and I was sure it was from the new intruder that was attacking my body from within. When I woke, my cock was hard again and I wasn't going to let it go to waste. Paul's nap was rudely ended by my thrusting hips. Unlike our earlier hour and a half fuck fest, I was pumping my third load of the day into his ass only ten minutes later. I added the missing tally marks on his shoulder and grinned. This time, I stuffed the plug back into his weary hole before falling back to sleep. When I woke up a while later, Paul was leaning back on a few pillows surfing on his phone. "Hey sleepyhead. Got any plans for dinner?" he asked. "Not really, I was just going to order a pizza. Why? Are you going to take me out for nice romantic dinner?" I asked, with a big grin. "I doubt I could walk far with this plug up my ass" he said, wiggling his butt on the bed. The expression on his face told me he was still sore and regretted the movement immediately. "Pizza it is. I know a great place that delivers. Whatcha surfing for? A better top?" I asked. "Not hardly. I'm not sure how much more I can take, though. I was looking on a few sites for guys for you. How much longer before you start meds?" he asked. My face twisted and I gave him that "WTF" look. "I dunno, they haven't prescribed anything yet. My next appointment is Wednesday" I replied. "Mmm, cool. Even after you start you won't be undetectable for a while. Here, take a look" Paul said, turning his phone toward me. It was a list of guys on the site that were all in my city. The profile headlines were things like "No loadz refuzed", "+a+", "toxic only" or "needz gifts." "You're fuckin nuts. The only reason we're fucking before I'm undetectable is because it's you. No way I would fuck any other neg guy just to infect him" I said, shaking my head. He had flipped over to another site and came up with another list of guys he was showing me. "See? 23 guys looking for poz loads. A shitload more if you look for the 'dont care' guys. What's the harm in giving guys what they're looking for. Some will probably never actually meet, but some will. You can make those guys really happy" Paul said, looking at me completely serious. A few seconds later he added "I'll send you these links. Create a profile and take a look. Check out the hookup apps too, plenty of chasers there too." Seconds later I got a few texts from Paul and as bad of an idea as I thought it was, he had me creating a profile on one of the sites. He even got me hard and we added a shot of my stiff cock in his abused hole. Five minutes after creating it I already had four guys begging me to breed them. I shook my head again and logged off. "Not sure I can do that" I said. It was almost eight and I heard my stomach growl. My phone was still in my hand, so I opened up the pizza place's site. A brief discussion about toppings and the pie was ordered. "Wonder who's going to deliver tonight?" I said. Paul chuckled. "Why? Do you know them all intimately?" he asked.

Just curious about our community here. What key words do you usually search up for when you are watching gay porn (on GayTube, Google, PornHub, Xnxx, etc.)? Mine has been, “bareback gay porn,” “gay glory hole,” “gay public toilet,” “gay cheating,” “gay muscles.” I ask some of my gay friends and most of them are embarrass to tell me lol. I guess it reveals a lot about their personality, preferences, and type.

Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

I felt heat. In that moment all that I felt was heat and a deep yearning the likes of which I had never felt before. I almost laughed as I took in my surroundings and pressed my ass back against Henry’s tongue. There I was on a hard mattress, propped up on a squeaky metal frame over a polished concrete floor, in the private room of a guy that I had only met twenty minutes before in a bathhouse, completely naked having my ass eaten out. Funny though I may have found it I knew that there was nowhere else in the world that I wanted to be. “Mmmm,” Henry moaned behind me, “Such a nice sweet twink hole. Love your little pink pucker,” and he dove back in. Henry kept a firm grip on my ass cheeks keeping them spread apart for himself with his massive rough calloused hands. I could feel his salt and pepper beard scraping against my crack every time he moved up and down, and it only added to the joy that I was getting from him opening up my virgin hole with his talented tongue. I had just turned 18 that morning, and graduated high school not three days before. I had lied to my parents telling them that I was going out with friends for my birthday when in fact I had a very different sort of celebration in mind. All through high school I had been the only out gay kid in my little country high school so despite my deepest desires I had remained a virgin with a very active imagination. So as my 18th birthday approached I began to considered other options: I was too broke to hire an escort, let alone figure out where I would take him. I could have just gone on Grindr but then I would probably find someone I or my parents knew. Then again, I could drive two hours into the city and head to the gay district. I selected the latter option, and then my research began. After a few days of scrolling through Google I stumbled across a tiny reference to a bar called The Tight End and a bathhouse that adjoined it. From my extensive reading of internet erotica I guessed that a bathhouse would be a quick mean to my mission’s end, to lose my virginity before going away to college in a few months. So with my course of action settled I just had to wait till I turned 18. At around Christmas time when I first made my plan I had intended to wait till a little further into the summer but as the end of the school year approached along with my birthday I became increasingly impatient. Every time I watched porn I found myself pondering what the bottoms must be feeling, focusing on that first moment of penetration where the bottom’s ass must give way and allow the top inside. The week before my birthday I made up my mind, I would go first thing in the morning and get my new ID and then I would tell my parents that a few friends had planned a party in the city, I got them to give me some gas money and book me a cheap hotel for the night so that I wouldn’t have to drive home late and set off on my secret plan. The Tight End was a small dingy bar and when I parked around the corner I felt certain that there would be no on inside. I was wrong. When I got past the bouncer at the front door, who took a good long while looking at my new ID, I was shocked to find the entire bar pack full of all shorts or people. There were young guys like me, older guys, bears, leather men, basically if you could imagine him he was here. However, exploring a gay bar was not my purpose, I was a twink with a mission. I made my way through the assorted men to the back of the bar when I had read was the entrance to the bathhouse. I went through a black painted door marked “Baths” and found myself face to face with just about the largest man I had ever seen. He had to be nearly six foot seven and entirely composed of muscle, and clad only in a pair of black pants and a white wife beater t-shirt he made quite the imposing figure. “ID kid," he said in rumbling voice befitting of a man his size. I fumbled to get my ID out and stood there shaking like a leaf as he looked me and my ID over. “Happy Birthday. Have fun.” He stepped aside and revealed another door, “You pay and get your locker inside.” “Thank you,” I stammered and went through the next door. Inside was what looked like a shitty hotel’s reception desk. There was a reasonably attractive guy in his mid-thirties with super dark five o’clock shadow sitting behind the desk watching porn from the sound of it. Behind him was a rack of keys and then a few small cubbyholes. “You new? I’ve never seen you before,” asked the man at the desk. “Yeah first time.” “Well you’ll get eaten up in there for sure.” The man laughed a little, but when he stopped he smiled kindly. “You want a room or just a locker?” No one had ever written about that question before in any of the erotica I had read, I had no idea what to do, and for a moment I just stood frozen staring at the man. “It’s ok kid, most guys are kinda nervous their first time to the baths. Do you wanna get a private room so you can take a guy back there with you? Those are hourly and you pay when you leave; or you can rent a locker for the night for twenty bucks and hope that the guy, or for you probably guys, you wanna hook up with, if you so choose, have rooms of their one.” “Which would you do?” Looking at the rates about the guys head I was quickly calculating how much it would be to get a room for most of the night. “I would just get a locker if I were you, put my clothes and stuff in there and just take my towel and my key with me. Sweet boy like you’ll get caught up in no time.” He laughed again, and again ended with his kind smile. “Ok, just a locker then.” “All right. That’s twenty bucks.” I fished in my wallet for one of the new crisp twenties I had gotten out of the ATM at home before coming and handed it over to the man. In return he handed me a locker key on a bungee cord like they give you at the pool and a black towel. Then he buzzed me through a door surrounded by red neon lights at the far right of the room. The locker room was much darker then the reception area and it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. It really was just like being at the pool, except that the pool didn’t usually have the vague ever present thumpa-thumpa of club dance music that the baths seemed to have, there were rows of lockers and ever more going around the walls, and scattered about were small changing benches and off at the far end were a few curtained showers. I checked my key, found the corresponding locker, and rather sheepishly stripped down to my underwear, stuffing my clothes into the little box. Then I wrapped my towel around my waist and shimmied my boxer-briefs off under the towel. Dressed then in only my towel, I secured the key around my waist, sucked a few condoms in the roll of my towel, locked the locker and walked away, trying not to look nervous. Just passed the showers was a long bank of mirrors and I stopped for a second to get a look at myself. “Five foot eleven with gold blonde hair and a slight frame and clad in only a towel, God” I thought to myself, “You really are a bad seventy’s porno waiting to happen.” I laughed out loud at that one. I never had really liked the way I looked. I always wished that I looked more manly, was stronger and bigger, covered in hair; but it didn’t matter if I worked out, or exercised or what, I was just a scrawny little pale hairless blond twink. “Ah well,” I thought, “Nothin’ I can do about that now.” I took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room into the bathhouse proper.

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

Earl the 22 year old fairy was slender, sported long bleached hair and no facial hair, wore no glasses and had manicured nails like a woman. He looked like a titless broad. I was a couple of inches taller at 6' and 50 lbs. heavier at 200 even. I was twice his age, balding, bearded, wore my classic mens hornrim style glasses which I preferred over the wire frames men started wearing in the early 1970's. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. I had a buddy who was similar to me in height and age but he weighed 250, his glasses had the tortoise shell coloring and he had brown straight hair, just a mustache, and he bit his nails. We were in our early forties. Like me Darrel was a Top. Earl acted like he wanted to be pozzed. I had fucked a punk that Darrel had fucked but didnt know Darren had been pozzed by another 'hole he had fucked. I caught the "aids flu" almost a couple of weeks later. Darrel and I had just come from the aids clinic and saw Earl who then cruised us. "Looks ike a queen in heat." I said gesturing to the blond fairy sitting on a bench. "I'd like to pump my aids up that twat." replied Darrel as he reached under his gut and grabbed his crotch. "I'm with ya." I told him and kissed him. We walked over to the queen. "Hi fella." I said as Darrel grinned. "Hi there!" the fella gushed. We set our asses on the bench next to him and began talking. Earl gave us the limp wrist when we shook hands introducing ourselves. He than asked us if we fucked ass. I proudly said that I enjoyed fucking ass and mouth as well as getting rimmed and my sweaty feet orally serviced. Darrel was similar to me in tastes but also liked feeding his dick cheeze to cocksuckers although he didnt tell Earl that. We ended up going to the cheap motel where our buddy Hank took many of his conquests. "Hi Dave." I said to Dave the desk clerk and landlord of the motel. "Hi studs. Adding another conquest to your guns?" he replied as we shook hands, his manly nailbitten fingers feeling good in my hand. He shook hands longer with Darrel and they kissed. Dave's obese wife was oblivious to us, her mind buried in the latest trash novel she was reading in the room behind the office. I then kissed Dave and took the room key he handed me while he took the money from Earl. Once in the room we all stripped and Earl started things off right by kneeling and kissing our dicks and noticed Darren's foreskin. He sucked the man's cock and licked smegma from under his foreskin, swallowing it while humming in delight. Darrel thrust a few times out of manly instinct as the fairy sucked his dick clean. We men hugged and french kissed while Earl did his duty beneath my buddy's modest gut. Darrel skinned his hood back in Earl's mouth so the the poof could eat the rest of his cheeze. My dick was hardening as we men shared man to man affection with Earl eating my fellow stud's smegma. Earl then sucked off of the man's dick and kissed it. "Who wants to fuck me first?" Earl offered. "How tight are you?" I asked him. He said he had lost his anal cherry two months before and had been raped a month later. It turned out one of my friends had raped him. He saw my boner harden more so Darrel told me to go first. Earl switched his position from under Darrel's gut to my cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked a while, inhaling my crotch odors while humming in delight, then opened wide, pulled back and kissed my spitty dick. Earl pulled back the covers on the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. Darrel and I spat on his hole and I mounted him. "You better bite the pillow." I warned him. He obliged and I put my dick to his hole. He winced as I let my weight drive it in. He whined, shook and shuddered as my stiff prick forced its way into his sphincters. My dick then popped through and he stifled a scream as I continued on up his ass and hilted myself. I had him pinned and he asked me if I had aids. "Yes." I replied with a grin that Darrel returned. "Please pull out. I dont want it. Please!" he whined. "Fuck you. Once I'm in I fuck and cum. You should have asked at the Center, not wait until after my dick's in you." I told him in no uncertain terms as I brutally thrust twice and then flexed my hilted love muscle deep inside his still tight hole. The rape laws in this state applied only to men raping women and even if Earl was a woman, the law at the time stated that once a woman consented to penetration and the man had entered he has the right to fuck and cum before having to pull out. I began fucking the fairy who screamed and cursed us. Darrel stuffed our dirty socks we'd worn for a few days into the poof's mouth and held them as the poof struggled under me. I held his wrists as he tried to ineffectually kick. I thrust in his ass as he tried to resist my dick. I was having a ball performing one of my more difficult conquests because I was winning. The more he tried to wiggle his ass the more action my dick got in it as my loins joyfully pumped pain into him with my powerful-feeling prick. I was sweating and breathing hard as I thrust in him, my pelvis rocking back and forth driving my hard seven inches deep with each thrust. I had to jab my thick nails into his wrists to help still him as I took the piece of ass he owed me. Darrel was still holding the back of his head with one hand and our stinky socks in his mouth with the other. I kissed Darrel's masculine hand and soldiered on, my hips taking over as earl sobbed, knowing he was defeated and his fate sealed after putting up a futile fight to save himself from my deadly aids-gun and its poison sperm-bullets. "Take it you fuckin' bitch. Make my dick feel good!" I growled as sweat dripped from my brow into my glasses. "You're doing good my friend." Darrel said as I drilled the asshole. My dick was feeling really good tearing up the nice tight twat. I jack-hammered and then told the punk, "Ready or not, here I cum!" as I rammed it in with a series of brutal hip-snaps and hilted myself as my intial volley of half a dozen deadly spurts of pleasure erupted from my powerful penis into his sore hole. I then thrust a few more times, my pevis slapping his ass with each quick full thrust of my joy-filled penis, and then lay on and in him, satiated, as the last of my sperms carried their toxic load from my dick into his rectal walls. "Excellent job stud." Darrel said as we kissed. I then thrust some more to zark-off the last of my spunk into Earl who lay limp under me sobbing feeling sorry for himself. "You hard?" I adled Darrel. "Fuck, I have a diamond-cutter here. Let me at 'im." he replied. I pulled my spent love-shaft from the asshole who seemed relieved and took over holding his head and mouth. "Dont pull anything bitch." I told Earl who obeyed, fearing we'd just make things harder. Darrel mounted him and found his target. He slid his dick right in and began fucking. Watching my heavy buddy fuck that asshole in my cum was a turnon, especially knowing he'd also pump his deadly load up him. Being intact, Darrel' was able to cum sooner than I did although he was also turned on by fucking in my cum. I myself had taken seconds after him a few times which reduced the time I needed to get my rocks off because I was always turned on fucking a hole he had just fucked and shot his load in. Darrel's fingertips bulged out from in front of of his bitten nails as he held Earl's wrists in a vise-like grip. He manfully fucked Earl who was defeated and knew his fate was sealed. Soon my partner was fucking harder, beginning to breathe hard and just start to sweat as he enjoyed himself. My own dick was starting to harden as Darrel fucked Earl faster and harder. The stud then grunted and hilted himself as his dick released his deadly load. "Man that feels so good spurtin' off in that cunt." Darrel happily exclaimed and thrust again as Earl struggled again at being called a cunt. I kept holding Earl's head as Darrel and I french kissed. "Time to pull out of this cunt but first I need to thrust some more in it." he added, pumping a few more strokes to force our sperms into the rips in Earl's rectal walls before yanking out. "Suck it clean!" Darrel ordered the poof who vehmently spat out the socks as soon as his head was released. Instead of obeying, the bitch spouted off a string of profanities and swung at us until Darrel restrained him and told him to go douche out his cunt. The perv obeyed then, going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Here, wipe that asshole's shit off with this." I said as I handed Darrel Earl's shirt. Darrel cleaned himself off and handed me the shirt. I wiped my dick on the remaining clean spot and threw it onto Earl's clothes and we got dressed. We headed to the door and Earl came out as we walked out the door. As it was, he got dressed except for his shirt and ran out looking for us. By that time we had dropped off the key and were gone. David later said the poof was pissed but knew not to bother looking for us. We were sad that the session had gone from glad to bad but were happy that we had completed our goal. Darrel later told me he'd heard that Earl had converted. We men hugged and french kissed as we caressed each other through our pants. We celebrated with Darrel jacking us off into some poof's mouth and pissing in it in an alley behind a bar.All in all the fairy had it cumming.

Well, I had to wait to reply - busy day around here, and I tend to get a bit down-in-the-weeds sometimes 🙄 We, as citizens of this country, need to have some measure of trust in our government on certain issues. One of these would be on issues of health, wellness, etc. While there are crackers in government, there seem to be fewer in the various health-care arms of our current administration. That said ..... In the Congress, we need some major reform. Being elected to the House or Senate should not be someone's ticket to vast wealth. There have been hues and cries over the years, and they are completely valid. Given all the other messes we're dealing with currently, the issue of Congresspersons on-the-take, whether from lobbyists, political organizations, whatever, needs to be reconstructed. The days of Jimmy Stewart in Washington are long, long gone. Once Voting Rights are secure, bills to care for the least of these among us (not quite a direct quote) are passed, the SCOTUS pigpen is cleaned up, and the really crucial issues to our Republic are addressed, we should turn to: 1) Term limits, 2) Financial issues pertaining to Congresspersons, NGO's contributions (i.e. bribes) to Congresspersons - both Republikan*, Democratic or Independent. Progressive or Liberal. Whatever the label, if they're "serving" us in Congress (as opposed to serving themselves trainloads of cash), then that's what they should be compelled by Law to do. Apparently, greed has become the norm in Washington, particularly when Congresspersons can run again and again for literally decades. The issue of jerrymandering is related, but probably not germane to this topic. Having been politically active in City of Chicago politics for a number of years, I know first-hand how much that reform needs to happen. In essence, I'm endorsing a national re-assessment of our Government, and I am about as far from endorsing conservatism as one could get. After 200+ years, that's not so unimaginable. I see the Constitution as a crucial document of great importance, since our Government is based on the precepts laid down within it. That doesn't mean it should never be updated, obviously. Glaringly, the 2nd Amendment needs major surgery, but there's plenty of updating needed throughout. It will take sincere, honest discourse amongst the citizens of our country to start righting these wrongs, which seems impossible these days. How we do it, I don't have a road-map. But, it's up to each of us to do what we can. I think the "medical" area of the Government has become too large, too unwieldly to act judiciously. There are too many people on the take from Big Pharma to effect fundamental change in focus. One thing about bureaucracies is, they tend to get fat and lazy, issuing "guide lines" to more bureaucrats on lower levels - in our case, State Governements - and assume they will be followed. Yet another layer of molasses to grind through. Another thing about these collections of civil "servants" is, they tend to develop into a "take care of myself first, then the rest of the citizenry" mindset. I'm not saying all the people working for Government are corrupt - far from it. It's more like a creeping, gradual drift. Which is why we need a more holistic approach to reforming these institutions of Government. However well meaning, these outfits are not equipped to do it themselves. Thus, it it's to be done, it must be via the electoral process, starting at the local community level, proceeding through the ranks of calcification to the Federal Government. Some today think that armed revolt (called for yesterday by Cheeto-Head - he of that ridiculous pompadour - I could go on and on, but that's for a different place - and that would wind up with tragic consequences. Somehow though, the health-care arm of the Government simply must be reformed to include the welfare of every damn person on this continent. Every single one. Regardless of race, creed, origin, who they fuck and how often, on and on. There's no quick fix here; things have been oozing along for so many years it will take a general "shake-up" to bring these much and sorely needed reforms. I wonder if it's already too late. But I'm an optimist - a fool, maybe, but I actually believe we can right these wrongs together - as an educated citizenry. Well, I'm sorry to say that at present, we have to assess for ourselves how factual the information we get actually is. Frankly, I do trust in information from the CDC regarding covid - however lugubrious their testing regimens are. I don't think some of the arms of Government are quite as fucked up as some others, and they're the doctors, not me. So, I do what Fauci tells me to do. I have to place at least some trust in our Government. When we press our concerns/issues firmly and consistently, together as one, we will get some of these folks attention. As far as I'm concerned, we could start pressing Congress to announce that there was no 45th President of the United States. *intentional

I love the feel when a cock pushes inside me but the best part is the load. I want the load most of all

Both - as long as I get the load I’m happy but I do love a long hard fuck to go with it! It’s like a 99 ice cream - I like the ice cream and the cone but I always want the flake on top!

I think of my hole as a pussy / vag so not for me. I like being a faggot with my little locked clit dick. Though I’d love for my clit to be totally non functional and tiny. WOrking on that with chastity

Maybe, just maybe, you should speak for yourself and not for "we" anybody.

Dumpsters get dumped in. That’s their purpose. What am I gonna do next, not piss in a toilet or not throw my garbage in the trash?

3. The Hung Priest He's free! Jesse takes the stairs two at a time. Having cleaned the living room, office, and kitchen, and having just changed all the upstairs bedrooms' linens and washed all the windows (and there’s a ton of windows in this glass house), Jesse's free for the rest of the afternoon. He sprints down the stairs to his room to grab a towel before hitting the beach and meeting up with Eros and T. Of course he can’t resist skidding to a stop in front of his full-length mirror. He runs his palm over the dark buzz cut that's quickly growing in, grinning back at himself. Rummaging through the top shelf's collection of caps he selects an olive green one that says ARMY, which matches his feeling of being on leave from boot camp. He’s been through his own kind of intense training this past week: snake bite kit has enlarged his nipples; he now sports one of Dante’s cast off Prince Alberts swinging through his dick; and his hole can take Tommy’s, Mac’s and even Eros’ big fist. But back to the mirror. From one of the two star tattoos Eros added on either side of his treasure trail, he flakes off the last remaining scab. He sprints to the side gate but decides to dial it back a notch and slows his pace to seem more chill before he meets up with his BFFs. The golf cart Tommy uses to transport plants from the dock now carries passengers. You can tell by how heavy the cart's load is by the immense clattering of the loose walkway boards as it approaches the house. It pulls up to the front as Jesse closes the gate behind him. He pauses behind a trellis of ivy next to the koi coy pond observing Mac. (Noted: no longer Mr. McPherson, being under Eros' and Tommy's tutelage. Mac doesn't mind as long as he still gets to fuck the kid any time he wants.) His boss gets out of the cart ushering an extremely heavy man and a very tall kid that’s bent over because of the golf cart’s low roof. The big man's vaguely familiar. A movie star. A former screen idol his mom said she'd swooned over twenty years ago but has now gone to seed. A hundred extra pounds of seed, roughly. He's forgotten his name, but he now appears mostly in hard-core revenge dramas, most of them of the poor oppressed white man variety. The kid looks up before he jumps out of the cart. Jesse figures he’s about his age, a little too hipsterish to be his type. Long blond dreadlock hang in his face. He's trying to conceal his height with bad posture. All his focus is on his Switch screen, ignoring everything and everyone around him. He's got earbuds in so he doesn't hear the actor yelling at him. Mac's trying to help the actor with his luggage, but the man shoos him off. The kid’s mad because the fat man distracted him and messed up his game. He shakes the screen then looks around puzzled, wondering where he is. One more passenger gets out of the cart. A white haired older man dressed in a brown Franciscan robe cinched simply with a plain white rope around his waist. Though everyone in the group sweats profusely, the monk is the only one that seems delighted to be in such a lovely setting. He looks around taking in driftwood glass house, the bright green forest mirrored darkly in all the house’s tinted windows, the magnificently attended to garden, smiles at his present company and then at the gorgeous little army boy in white underwear who demurely hides behind an ivy trellis next to a trickling fountain. The monk is, quite literally, in paradise. Through the ivy leaves Jesse observes the priest's white hair is in bangs that emphasize his prominent forehead. Sunken cheeks and steel grey eyes give him a skeletal look. Adding to this appearance is his toothy rictus grin. Jesse guesses him to be in his sixties, possibly seventies. You'd assume he’d be feeble, but you'd be wrong. He maneuvers artfully around the golf cart—not an easy feat on the narrow walkway—and flits past the others on the crowded path with the balance of a tightrope walker. He's the first to reach the front doors, his satchel clutched in his arms, patiently waiting for the others. “Jesse!” Mac yells to him as he tries to slink his way to the beach unnoticed. The entire party looks over at him. Even the dreadlocks kid looks up from his game taking out an earbud. “Pull the cart around to the side of the house, please,” Mac asks, more order than request. The keys fly through the air and Jesse catches them one-handed. The actor pulls a backpack over one shoulder and, huffing, carries two suitcases to the house's entrance. The kid wipes his brow, pushing his hair out of his face and goes back to his screen. As Jesse climbs in the cart, he heard the kid ask the actor, almost indignantly, “Why is that guy wearing underwear?" “How the fuck should I know, Jaxton,” returns the fat man, dropping his load at the front doors. “We’re casual here, Jaxton,” Mac explains, looking back at Jesse. “He feels very comfortable in his briefs. Everyone here is free to do exactly what he likes. That goes for you, too, young man.” Mac tweaks his nipple, to which the kid elbows Mac’s arm away with a scowl. “And for you, too, Father Lucius,” Mac says brightly. At the door, the Franciscan monk stares at Jesse with his frozen grin. "Don't worry. I'm as delightfully unencumbered as I could possibly be," he replies, lifting his robe to the assembled group. The kid is taken aback by what he sees, but the others remain indifferent. Father Lucius drops his robe and watches Jesse reverse the cart around the side of the house. Jesse senses the monk’s eyes never leaving him. Mac drapes his arm around the old man's shoulders and steers him through the front doors. The empty beach stretches for miles in each direction with ribbons of brown kelp washed up at high tide. The waves are turbulent from an approaching storm. It's still many miles out to sea where the sky darkens like an ominous bruise, but he sand's warm, crunching pleasantly under Jesse’s toes as he ambles toward the waves. Eros, in sunglasses, and T, slathering lotion over his sunburnt nose, have their beach chairs set up at the water line. They sit naked, dicks hanging limp for once, each with a beer in their chair’s cup holders. Jesse slips off his briefs and hangs it, his army cap and beach towel on the back of T’s chair, and runs to the breaking waves. He make a backwards flip at the last second before a large wave has a chance to bowl him over. He body surfs for a while, barking seal sounds, doing cartwheels in the shallows—basically trying to show off for Eros and T who are infuriatingly ignoring him. The men are in a serious discussion when Jesse emerges dripping wet. He grabs his towel, bangs his head a couple of times to clear water from his ear, and starts drying himself. "Well, can I?" Jesse begins. "No!" Tommy and Eros say simultaneously. "Why not?" He hits a higher register in annoyance. Tommy says, "Definitely not," over Eros saying, "Just drop it already." "It's not fair!" He stomps his foot between their chairs, then yanks on his army cap, lips pursed. The men sips their beers. Eros gives him the once over. “Can’t really call you Cue-ball anymore, can I?” Eros, expressionless behind his Ray-Bans, hands folded over his abs, gives Jesse's ankle a sandy brush with his big toe. Jesse in spite of his petulance, smirks, rubbing his towel over his dark buzz cut. Shading his eyes from the sun, Tommy looks up at Jesse. “How ‘bout we call you Raisinets,” he teases, grabbing at Jesse’s shriveled nut sack. “How ‘bout, fuck you T-bag,” Jesse counters. He takes a step back, eyes sparkling with mischief, and snaps his towel with a crack against Tommy’s exposed butt. Tommy yips, and yells, “You little fuck!” He jumps out of his chair and chases Jesse down the beach. Eros snorts beer while he watches the two zigzag down the shore, leaping over large clumps of seaweed. Jesse evades T for quite a while before T dives and tackles him. They roll around in the sand, T smacking the kid’s head and making Jesse eat sand. T flips him on his back, sets his haunches on Jesse hips, pins the kid’s skinny arms at his side. They're roughly the same size, though Eros works Tommy out mercilessly building up distinctive biceps and pecs. As Jesse struggles to get up, T’s also given the advantage that he’s actually miffed. He threatens Jesse with a drool of spit, but Jesse turns his head away before it hits him. “Okay! I give, I give, I give!” Jesse pleads. T sneers victorious over him. Jesse jiggles his hips in the warm sand that coddles his backside. With Tommy’s ass sitting on his dick, he starts getting aroused. It wouldn’t be the first time this week Jesse, at Eros' urging, fucks Tommy. It just'd be the first time out in the open where anyone could see. T feels the growing boner, gives Jesse a last smack to the head, rises off him with his own cock semi-rigid. Walking back to the beach chairs, he shouts, “Fucker’s a little [banned word].” He plops back in his chair, snatches his beer, feigning indignation. “Where’d he get that from, I wonder?” Eros says, grinning his gap-tooth smile. Jesse returns brushing off sand then plops down on his butt between the chairs. He twists his cap backwards. "I got payed so I can pay you for it," he says. "No!" Eros says, emphatically. "Subject closed." He looks angrily out at the gathering storm. "Blowing clouds, okay. Slamming, not okay. Got it?" “Okay, okay. Sheesh. What a grouch," Jesse says. Eros regards him with a cocked eyebrow. Jesse points at his beer. Eros hands it to him, but when Jesse starts guzzling it he snatches it back. Jesse uses his toes to play with Eros' ankle but Eros is done playing. Jesse perks up. "You made me forget—d’you see those guys come in from the dock?” “Mac's friends made it before the storm, huh?” Eros observes. The sun's gets swallowed by clouds as he prepares to leave. He shaking his auburn mane and puts it in a ponytail. “Mac said we’d have visitors this weekend—one of his old actor pals.” "Please, not Eddie Gleason!" Tommy tragically wails. Eros interrogates Jesse. "Big, fat guy? In all those sand and sandal religious movies?" Jesse affirms this and Tommy buries his face in his hands. “Eddie Gleason's got a major hard-on for our boy T.” "Minor pud more like it. Awww,” Tommy moans, “he's gonna want to fuck me again and he takes for-ev-er to cum. ‘Sit and spin, sit and spin,’ he says. He thinks he’s hysterical. Scooby and Shaggy is what he calls Eros and me." This breaks Jesse up. "Yeah, he thinks it's rich, too." “Well, he’s got a tall kid with him,” Jesse offers. “Maybe you’re off the hook.” Eros shakes his head “Nope. That’s this guy’s M.O. Always brings a fresh kid, calls them his assistants. New kid each time he brings for me and Mac to D.P., so he can watch and get off while the kid's—.” “What’s D.P.?” Jesse interjects. “Double penetrate,” Tommy says. “Like what me and Eros plan on doing to you tonight.” “Unless me and Eros do it to you first,” Jesse sasses childishly. “Oh, there was a priest, too, in a monk’s robe. And you also made me forget to tell you I saw steaks in the fridge!” “You think those are for us, dick weed?” Tommy asks, rhetorically. “Although a dirty Catholic boy might get a nasty priest’s meat up his butt.” Jesse leaps up and grabs Tommy’s head, yanks on his hair knocking him to the ground. Sand flies everywhere. The two roll around snarling and hissing, initially in fun but quickly getting fierce. Eros jumps up, pulling Jesse off, legs and arms flailing to get at Tommy. Eros easily has him under his wing and shakes him once to stop. “Knock it off! Both of you!” He gives Tommy a warning glare, then drops Jesse unceremoniously on his ass. “For fuck sake. Pair of alley cats. Swear to Christ.” The afternoon's quickly turning dark. There is a faraway crack and a low rumble of thunder. Eros picks up his beach chair and walks toward the compound. Tommy and Jesse eye each other. Their fighting is mostly show but without Eros as an audience it ends up kind of pointless. Tommy tosses Jesse his underwear and towel before he folds his chair and trots after Eros. Jesse scoops up his fallen cap and scrambles after both of them. He catches them at the walkway. The three of them hop up and, using each other’s shoulders for balance, brush sand off their feet. The Franciscan monk, Father Lucius, is at the front door admiring the three of them. He's smoking a joint. “Hey,” he calls out with a friendly wave. He offers to share his joint. Tommy and Eros wave back, declining, but Jesse quickly hustles over and relieves him of the joint. He takes a hit, then a second long draw, and hands it back to the monk. He flops his underwear jauntily over his shoulder and holds out his hand introducing himself. “I’m Jesse,” he says. "Mr. McPherson’s houseboy." He can tell right off the monk can’t resist him. He wants to make sure Eros and Tommy know it, too, so he keeps looking over at them beaming. “Nice to smoke a bit of ganja with you, Father." T and Eros crack up laughing at how cool Jesse is trying to be. Jesse sneers at them. "Just ignore them. Those two are lowlife junkies who won't let me party with them.” "Oh, poor little Rasta man," Tommy wails. “I’m Father Lucius. Enchanted meeting you, Jesse,” the priest says, taking a hit and handing him back the joint. “Will you join us for the bar-b-que?” “He’s eating with us,” Eros calls over to them. Jesse looks at him surprised. “I am?” “Yes. You are,” Tommy says, suddenly in protective big brother mode. “What are we having?” Jesse, the brat, wants to know. He takes another hit off the priest’s joint. “Pasta and meatballs, your highness,” Eros snidely replies. “I’d rather have steak,” Jesse proclaims, handing the joint to the Father. “Suit yourself, Rasta man,” Eros says. He and Tommy head to their cabin, leaving Jesse and Father Lucius passing the joint between them. There is a flash of lightning from the other side of the dunes followed by a soft rumble. “I like your Prince Albert. May I?” the priest asks leaning forward. “Sure." With fists on hips, he pushes his dick forward provocatively. “It’s new, I’m mean it’s new on me. It’s an old one of Dante’s. You know I still haven't met him. Do you know him.” Lucius pulls the horseshoe P.A. back and forth through Jesse piss slit. Though still a little tender, the pot gives him a warm buzz of excitement rather than discomfort as the priest tugs on his jewelry. "I only know him by reputation. You should be cautious. Make sure others are around." The priest releases the P.A. “That’s a nice one. Eight gauge, is it?” He takes a hit and holds it before passing the joint to Jesse. “Nope. It’s a six gauge,” Jesse boasts. “This is some fuckin’ awesome weed, Father Lucius,” he says, holding up the joint. "'Scuse my language, but it really is!" “Isn’t it just? It’s laced,” the priest informs him. “I hope you’re not a purest about such things, Jesse. I'm a bit of an amateur botanist. Tinker in chemistry, too. Always experimenting. Exploring nature’s limits, such as they are.” "I'm curious to explore limits, too," Jesse says, passing the joint. The priest takes a deep hit and breaks into a coughing fit, putting his hand on Jesse’s shoulder for balance. It’s dawning on Jesse that although the priest's old and thin as a rail, there’s something attractive about him. How he’s leers shamelessly at Jesse's body might have something to do with it. And maybe it's just the weed, but his attention makes Jesse feel special, spotlighted—the way he's smiling at him as he gets control of his racking cough; the way he’s rubbing his soft hand over Jesse’s bare shoulder. The monk looks back down at Jesse's penis. He clears his throat. “Your six felt loose like you could be ready for something bigger. Have you been wearing that particular Prince Albert long?” He offers Jesse the last hit before the joint is spent. Jesse pinches the joint. “Worn it a week. Cause it’s heavier than my last one, maybe it pulls at the hole more,” Jesse speculates. He tokes then offers the last of the joint, but the priest waves it away. Jesse tosses the tiny ember into the ivy bed. "I have a double zero, myself,” Father Lucius says, lifting his robe showing he's completely naked underneath. On the internet Jesse's seen penises like his before, but never in real life. He's stunned and amazed by this monstrously deformed penis, pumped he'd guess for years to the width of a beer can, and, even flaccid as it is now, it looks like it would take at least two fists to handle it. He can't picture what it would look like hard, or if it could get hard. But the kicker is that beyond the rolls of sagging foreskin, at the tip of all that engorged flesh is a thick P.A. the width of his pinky. Jesse is fascinated by both the size of the priest’s cock and his P.A. “Can I touch it?” “That's what it’s meant for,” chuckles the priest. Jesse runs his palms down the soft skin of the priest's hairless pubic bone. He scoops up the man’s expansive flesh, pulls back the plentiful foreskin and rubs his thumb from the top of the priest’s glans down to the P.A. With his other hand he weighs the hefty P.A., getting a staggering two-handed feel for the Father’s gargantuan cock. The front porch lights flick on electrifying the scene. Jesse's skin tingles holding this behemoth. Recessed spotlights illuminate from the ivy bed casting light up from the ground. Their bodily outlines shadow the house with twisted shapes. The porch lights amplify the darkness of the surrounding forest and inky dunes. Wind whips through the oak tree and rattles the shrubs. A flash of lightning illuminates their faces, followed by a loud crack. “You know,” Father Lucius says, dropping his robe and earnestly enjoying the boy's enchanted face, "I have with me an antique four gauge captive bead that might be perfect for your penis. May I show you?" The monk considers the sky. "We should get inside. It looks to be a devil of a storm.” Jesse follows the priest without a word into the house and up to his room. They pass Mac on the staircase. Lightning flashes through the many windows of the foyer. "I'm so sorry, Father Lucius. It looks like we'll have to postpone our bar-b-que. I'll set up cold cuts in the kitchen for you and the other guests." He smiles eyeing Jesse. "Jesse, are you feeling okay? You look pale." He brushes Jesse's cheek. "I'm fine, sir," he responds, unusually sedate for Jesse. "Father Lucius told me about a captive bead that might be right for me." "Well, whenever you’re ready, please to come down." "So gracious of you, sir," the priest says, clutching this host's hand in both of his. "I promised the boy a gift. We were just on our way for me to confer it, if he so inclined. We might join you later, but please don't let us hold you up." "Nor I hold up you," Mac says with his broadest smile. His hand passes down Jesse back and rests on the boy’s butt. After a light tap, he says, "I expect you to give special attention to our esteemed Father. Make sure his every need is met.” "Yes, sir. I will, sir." Two men exchange a look and then a courteous bow before the monk takes the boy's hand and leads him to his room. His cleaning of the bedrooms earlier included putting silk sheets on all the beds but he sees Father Lucius has exchanged the cast iron bed's linens for a black rubber sheet. The priest escorts Jesse to the room’s spacious sitting area situated before a wall of glass. A leather divan faces a carved antique chair, an inlaid table between. A box sits in the center. There’s a burst of lightning immediately followed by a rumble that rattles the house. The forest beyond the glasses flashes several times illuminating the forest. If he gave into paranoia Jesse’d swear there were faces in the trees. He looks up past the exposed beams to the roof's skylights and, in the hazy euphoria of the laced drug, witnesses the tempest pouring down. The room lights flicker an instant. There is a loud crash and the room goes completely dark. Gloom envelops everything. Jesse feels his skin alive with goosebumps. He's not frightened but he's very aware he's naked and has no idea where the priest is, until he hears somewhere in the blackness, "Not to worry. A priest, like a good boy scout, is always prepared." He hears Father Lucius riffling through his satchel. A large black candles is lit, then several more. The candles he produces as thick as his monstrous cock, thinks Jesse. It takes a while for light to bathe the room, but candle by candle it does. The warm glow counters the fury of the storm clawing at the glass wall and skylights. Lightning and thunder gradually diminish, but leave behind sheets of rain and a howling wind. Jesse takes a seat on the leather divan and the priest sidles next to him. His wool robe scratches Jesse's bare skin. The priest opens the box. It's a jewelry case, but rather than ordinary jewelry between the black velvet slots, there are various sized piercings: shiny barbells of different widths and lengths, horse shoes P.A.s, ribbed wands, penis plugs, nipple rings, and, in the center stands a thick Prince Albert four gauge captive bead. A sparkling red ruby is captured by the P.A.'s heavy ring. The jewel glistens as brilliantly in the candlelit room as the red in priest’s eyes. “It’s a star ruby, rarest of the rare," the monk whispers in Jesse's ear, as if he doesn't want to wake the gemstone. "Most star rubies are either three or six pointed. But look here," he says, plucking it from the case, rotating it before Jesse’s mesmerized eyes. "You can see this rarity has five points.” He displays it from many angles and sees the boy can’t look away. “It’s said to be blessed—or cursed—depends on your point of view, I suppose. Shall we see if it fits?” The priest fondled his penis, which Jesse, still feeling the intense buzz of the joint, enjoys. He relaxes his body, arms along the back of the divan, feeling Father Lucius twist off the end of his horseshoe P.A. The priest slips the ring out below Jesse's frenulum. “We should lubricate the piercing, don’t you think, so it’ll be in easier for you to accept the new ring?” Jesse tilts his head forward and catches Father Lucius leering at his dick then darting his eyes hungrily up at him. The candles’ shadows exaggerate the cadaverous hollows of the monk’s sockets. “Yeah, get it slick. The six gauge bump was really painful.” Jesse gives a quick shivers remembering how long it took for Mac to get Dante’s old P.A. through his piercing. "Pain need not always be an unintended consequence, my child," says the priest, “but I understand your reticence.” Father Lucius goes down on Jesse's cock. He moans in surprised pleasure. The priest pauses for a moment and shocks Jesse by removing dentures from his mouth. He sets them on the table and drools back down on his cock. The look is complete: a cadaverous skull is giving him head. The priests spits on Jesse’s member. He licks the top of his glans and then swirls his tongue underneath where the pierced hole resides. Jesse’s head falls back as the priest gums his member up and down. The soft, sensual teasing of the Father’s mouth, lips and smooth gums arouses him, aided by the priest fondling his nipples. Father Lucius lifts off his erection with a mocking, “Don’t get too carried away, my child.” He rubs his slick thumb back and forth over Jesse’s engorged cockhead. I’ll never get it in if you keep growing.” The priest toys with Jesse dick, pushing the four gage ring through his piss slit, finding the piercing within but gets snagged on the narrow opening. Jesse flinches. The priest tries several more times. Each time Jesse jumps. “Does this hurt too much,” he asks, repeated pushing the large ring against the small hole. Jesse nods, and puts his hand in the way of further abuse. “Oh, such a shame. This ancient piece of jewelry would look so lovely dangling from a young boy’s penis.” The priest continues to glide his thumb over the tip of Jesse cockhead. The effect wears down his resistance. "No, keep trying, Father," he rasps. "I don’t care. I think you almost got it to go through." He lifts his bare leg over the monk's scratchy robe, giving more access to his body. The priest is pleased with the boy's subordination and rubs his soft hand under Jesse's thigh, cupping his balls and running a finger along his taint. “Seems like you have a bit of a masochist in you, child. How provocative and persuasive you can be.” In the undercarriage of the jewelry case there is a drawer the priest opens. In it are housed several tools. Among these are a pair of pliers. It makes Jesse nervous that the pliers are so near his dick head, but the monk holds his penis so firmly, he trusts him to be careful. In addition Father Lucius pulls out a long silver piercing needle, the width of the new P.A. He jabs it through Jesse piss slit finding the piercing, stretching it with the needle's width, and begins pull the ring along after it. Jesse pants trying to battle the growing pain. He’s at the threshold of what he can tolerate and begins to wail like an animal and clutching his groin, folding in half, just as Father Lucius falls back on the divan. It’s in. “Look at that!” says the priest in amazement, rolling his head to the side. “Would you look at that? It adorns your boy penis magnificently.” Jesse is astonished, too. Never mind the tenderness, he wags the ring back and forth so it flops from side to side out of his piss slit. It’s hefty and he likes it. His cock’s tinging from his pierced hole, but it’s a sensual discomfort, something he could get used to, will have to get used to. His dick isn’t fully erect, but his cock feels more substantial than before. He's beginning to realize that it comes with each P.A.'s increased size. "All we need now is to set the gem." The monk rolls the ruby in his fingers, and wedges it between the two end points of the ring. The pliers is there to bend the thick ring into place. There a stab of pain accompanying a small click. "A solid sealed, Jesse. What do you think?" He looks down at his dick. Even semi-erect it looks so hot to him. He’s also feeling particularly drawn toward the monk at this moment, grateful, as captivated by Father Lucius as the ruby is in its ring. He reaches over and puts his hand behind the priest's thin head and draws his skull forward. He kisses him gently, astonished that he’s not repulsed by the man’s toothless gums. He puts his hand beneath the robe and fondles the monstrous cock and P.A. The priest pulls away. "Child, you must forgive me. I've given you such confusing signs.” Jesse immediately sits up, upset. “Shit, no, my bad, Father. Celibacy, I get it, your vow. All that. Please, can you forgive me?” “Oh, my boy, I blame myself,” the priest counters, putting his soft palm on Jesse crotch. His thumb wanders across Jesse’s trimmed pubic hair, his little finger runs over Jesse’s new ring. “I am the one not being truthful. I’m not in the least celibate, but I’m also not enticed by what you would call typical homosexual relations. It simply is not how I was created. I’m not ashamed, but what you would call normal relations between men, or in your case boys and very old men, doesn’t ... animate me. I’d hope you understand." Jesse is really confused. As the priest is saying this he's running his hand up and down Jesse cock trying to get him hard. His other hand is playing with his nipples. He smiles that skeletal grin at him. "I am so pleased you have allowed me to bestow my gift.” Jesse finds himself flummoxed but also aroused and curious. He flop his leg back again over the monk's lap. “Well,” he swallows, excited but a little fearful of what he might hear: “What exactly do you like?” The priest attends to his body, fingering his taint, then running a finger to his butthole. “I mean I do kinky things, too, Father Lucius. With Mac—uh, with Master. Also with Eros and Tommy. Like letting them fist me. Is that what you like to do…” Jesse pauses, in his own inexperienced way, attempting to entice the priest, “… what you like to do to boys.” Moving Jesse to one side, the priest rises with a noticeable lump at his groin. He ambles in front the darkened glass to look out into the night. Untying the white cincture from around his waist, he pulls the brown Franciscan robe off revealing a leather and chain harness rattling over his thin naked frame. He turns to face Jesse. His body is ancient; his breast turn upward at thimble-sized nipples; a long rope of drool slithers off this thick P.A. He runs his cincture back and forth through his palms, giving Jesse a dark look. “I was informed that, yes, you possess kinks of your own. I must confess when we shared our joint outside your adventurous nature kept crossing my mind, your proclivities intrigued me, and I hoped I might introduce you to a few of my own.” He moves to the back of the heavy antique chair and let his cincture graze the chair’s carved arms. “It’s not something I can simply tell you about. We’d have to participate together communally.” Jesse gulps. His cock remains semi-rigid, but in his gut he feels a wariness that causes him to back down. “Maybe some other time, Father," Jesse proposes, immediately seeing the disappointment cloud the monk’s face. Weighing the ruby P.A. between his fingers, he adds, "I really do like your gift. But you probably want it back now." The priest shakes his head, holding up a hand in acquiescence. “Of course it belongs to you. Perhaps some other time indeed. When I pass this way again," he says with a drip of irony. The monk reaches in his satchel and produces a small zippered leather case. He sighs, "Oh, well." He relaxes in the chair across from Jesse, with his pumped member starting to stir. Tooth by tooth he opens the case slowly revealing an orange-capped syringe, several vials of liquid and a blue rubber tourniquet. Taking off the orange cap, monk examines the tip. A small air bubble tracks back and forth within the vial. Jesse can see it’s fully loaded, ready to go. “Scary,” says Jesse. He contemplates putting on his briefs and making a polite exit, but his cock in a full state of erection betraying his most intimate desires. “I certainly wouldn't want to lead you into temptation, but deliver you from wholesomeness. I understand your desire for the mundane, the safety of the ordinary. But look! It appears that you don't want to really leave this room. The jewel states its desires, too.” He nods at Jesse’s erection. “And it isn’t scary,” Brother Lucius replies, licking the tip of the needle. “Quite a new road for someone who likes to explore their limits, I would think.” Jesse eyes the hypodermic then the priest. “I’ve never done it before.” “Booty bumps, blowing clouds, chem piss, but, no.” Father Lucius’ eyes gleam in the firelight. “I agree. You have never done this, child. Not my concoction.” The priest rises from the chair and, with a sweeping palm, offers Jesse the seat. Waves of rain washes against the black glass. He contemplates the dark reflection of himself and the naked back of the priest he sees in the window. It’s just the two of them, and he’s already gone so far. He would have done it anyway with Eros and Tommy, he reasons, if they’d have let him. He gets up and strides over and sits in the chair. He fidgets nervously. A cadaverous, toothless smile emerges out of Father Lucius’ bony face. “Let me examine your arm,” he says, as he binds Jesse bicep with the tourniquet. The priest kneels before him, pressing his thin torso between Jesse legs spreading them far apart. He strokes Jesse’s skin resting on the arm of the chair. He runs his nails up and down the boy's smooth skin tracing a long prominent vein. “This should prove simple enough.” He places the syringe at an angle to his arm and asks if the boy is ready. Jesse says he is. There was a sharp pain where the needle breaks his skin. He watches Father Lucius pull back the syringe slightly as blood swirls into the clear mixture. “Think nasty thoughts,” says the priest as he pushes the plunger down as he releases the tourniquet. He coughs! and a tidal wave sweeps Jesse away. There was the Before Jesse and now an After Jesse. No matter if this is his only time or he does this a thousand times, he will always be the After Jesse. His head’s thrown back. He feels incredible—what ancient gods must have felt. Monumental! Powerful! His desires are inhuman, uncontainable in this body. He is so much more than this body. Nothing is out of bounds as his mind frees the bonds of his banal existence. What's unleashed is wicked, sinful, unhealthy, has no name, can only be viewed in a sideways glance. He’s never felt so unhinged or amoral in his life. He coughs again. It's only been a second from the first, but this one makes him fall deeper and feels the rush increase, thinking that's impossible, but there it is. He barely holds on to the reality of this room as it is—but it flies away. What left is a feeling of teetering over the edge of never-ending darkness. He falls forward into it, stuttering fuck-fuck-fuck, as a way to ground himself, but it's useless. He's so overwhelmingly potent, unstoppable, a blind god raging in erotic torment. He leaps out of the chair with unheralded energy, but simultaneously his legs give out from under him. “I know, it’s normal, loss of motor control,” cautions the monk, who holds him up under his armpits. Jesse can’t help himself and he clutches the monk in his arms, ruts against his bare skin, against the leather and chains, runs his tongue down the monks fleshy breasts and suckles the engorged tits, feels the priest's demonic serpent growing, raising it's monstrous head. “I know, I know. It feels so damnably good, doesn’t it boy? Best you lie down as you ride the wave.” Whatever the priest says he’s wed to. He lies down on the black rubber sheets unable to focus on the priest in the infinite distance of the antique chair shooting up. Writhing in ecstasy on the bed, he’s consumed in flames, touching his magnificent body, his nipples, his cock and balls, his stretched butthole. His mind is being pulled through a pinhole, a camera obsura, where on the other side everything is upside-down, backward. Something is emerging through that pinprick in his arm that wasn't him before: a negative, a doppelganger, comes through from the other side. A beast is in the room, getting out of the chair. "Morax,, Zepar, Moloch," he listens to a long recitation of meaningless name. Demons he sees summoned in the shadow fight for the scraps of what's left of his soul; the soul itself is liquified by the drug coursing through his body. It leaches out like an overrun cesspool; lust seeping into every thought. Lust is in the darkness; lust is the smooth, black sheets he rubs his hands across; it’s in his nipples that he pinches wantonly, whore like; is in the priest he is pulling down to the bed on top of him. “Yes, yes, you’re feeling Him take you over, aren’t you child?” whispers the priest in his ear, taking the white cincture, guiding Jesse’s hands through the bed’s iron bars and tying them securely above his head. Father Lucius bends down and licks Jesse’s armpits, sucks on his nipples. ‘”Enjoy the rush, child. Let Him take you where He wants to go." The monks produces more rope and secures each of Jesse's legs to the frame above. "You need to confess your sins, don't you child?" Jesse parrots mindlessly whatever is said. "You have depraved thoughts, don't you child?" "I have depraved thoughts, Father." The monk takes out a knotted rope. "Confess your sins to me. You allow men to abuse you." "I allow men to abuse me, Father." Father Lucius cracks the cord against his legs. Jesse cries out. "Say 'thank you, Father.'" "Thank you, Father." "You let men violate you." "I let men violate me, Father." Another powerful whack impacts Jesse ass. Again he cries, "Thank you, Father." "Push out your ass lips, boy. Show me what sinful men have done to you." Jesse pushes out his asslips, spouting his tiny rosebud. Father Lucius hold the cord perpendicular and whips Jesse between his legs repeatedly. Jesse sobs in pain and the priest bends over him, fat cock erect and peers into Jesse eyes, the priest's pupils so dilated his eyes are pitch black. "Child, child, I can save you." He spreads Jesse checks and rims his burning hole. Jesse moans, allowing his rose to bloom in the priest's mouth. "You tempt me with your ruination. With your damnation.” Jesse moans and the priest spreads open his hole. “Let me enter you. My release will be your salvation." Jesse pushes out his ass as the priest kneels over him, allowing his deformed mass to slowly slither into his rectum and then further crawl deeper into his intestines. Jesse feels the blazing hot metal ring leading the monstrous serpent deep into his body. The monster is fucking him, burrowing into him, seconds that turn to minutes, inch by inch it possesses him, pounding him painfully, mercilessly, minutes that stretch to hours. He wants it to devour him for eternity. Time is warped, has no meaning, is wiped away by lust that derails his mind and body, untethered from this universe. He's on his side, his ear against one outstretch arm, the other arm way up inside a sloppy, wet cunt. A hand is also inside him. He’s sixty-nining on the rubber sheets, fisting the priest just as the priest is fisting him. He has no idea when this happened, but it’s happening now, and the priest is taking full advantage of shoving his fist in and out of Jesse's open gape. Jesse disengages his arm from the depth and responds in kind to punch fisting the priest. He's mindless, desperate to inflict on the priest what the priest is inflicting on him. There's brutal symmetry at play. They're tearing each other apart in the flickering firelight in the presence of witnesses watching from the dark. The savagery inside him is so intense it’s beyond what he can fathom. His mind just doesn’t engage, only his body is responding. The priest increases the pounding until he's ferociously punching Jesse guts, Jesse grunting in wedded agony and pleasure. Jesse can't keep up with the priest’s barbarity, and collapses lying catatonic, overloaded, more stimulus than his body can absorb, and yet it does. His leg is lifted in the air by the frenzied monk, who’s pounding even more violently on his knees at Jesse's side since Jesse collapsed. In the darkness Eros and Tommy emerge naked as two of the witnesses. They watch approvingly, with hideous smiles. But it can’t be them. Eros smiles with perfect teeth; and Tommy’s tattoos are wrong, misplaced, near perfect. They laugh as he’s drowns in a sea of ecstasy, their faces fading into the depths. The blackness is complete. Someone puts a blindfold over his eyes. A ball and gag go in his mouth. Each leg is tied again overhead. He hears voices. He feels a small dick fucking him for a long time, then pull out, a fresh trail of sperm flows over his tailbone. "How many loads is that?" "I've been at him since this afternoon. Yours was his fifth." "Boy, you fuck him while the monk fucks you." There's a howling from others in the room or perhaps the wind. Jesse has lost the thread. He no longer knows what's real. "Get the fuck on top of him, dammit." "I'm not hard," a voice mewls. "Just put your cock against his hole and let the monk fuck you." Jesse feel a soft cock at his hole and, as weight is added on top of him, he feels the soft cock start to stiffen inside him. The longer the grinding continues above, the harder the cock in him becomes. Soon the cock is hard enough and aroused enough to begin fucking him too. "He's not going to remember this?" wheezes the whiny voice above. The priest pants, "Best kind of drug fuck. He remembers nothing." The rhythmic fucking melts into monotony, his mind fades, and the drug and time lose their grip behind his blindfold. A door creaks closed, and Jesse hears the door’s barrel bolt slide shut. His gag and blindfold is removed. He thinks it’s just him and the old monk who hold the last illuminated candle. Shadowy figures move in the murky blackness but he hasn’t trusted reality for a while. He's spread eagle on the cast iron bed, ropes immobilizing him. The monk holds the candle above. He dips it slightly to the side. Hot wax hits one nipple then the other, Jesse crying out. More wax hits his navel and he shakes his head, begging to be let go. He promises not to tell. The monk tilts the candle above his balls, and burning wax scorches them. "You're awake, now, aren't you, Jesse?" "Please, let me go," he begs. "If you're awake, then it must be time for a pick-me-up," says the priest setting the candle on the inlaid table. He brings back the zippered case, then neatly lays out his pliers, weighted alligator clamps, urethral sounds, and the several sizes and shapes of forceps. "No!" Jesse pleads. The priest presses a finger to Jesse's lips. "Best you not remember how this evening ends." He unzips the case, fills the syringe. "Now don’t put up a struggle or it could damage you." He feels the priest’s nail glide down the thick vein of his arm. "I don't want you damaged. I want you perfect." He empties the syringe as Jesse vision disconnects. The last thing he sees is plyers on his nipple. The last thing he feels is its cold teeth clamp down on him sharply, shooting pain that electrifies and short-circuits his brain. The room is barely discernable in the gloom. Through the wall of glass Jesse sees outlines of trees backlit with growing clarity. For minutes—maybe he's mistaken and it's hours—he lies there, not moving, watching the forest mist glow through pine needles and black oak leaves. The first sign of life: chittering wrens bounce with song on colorless branches. Life happens even if he can’t move, or doesn’t wish to move. It's a fine morning to wake into, around five a.m. by the light, he thinks. His nipple really hurt. He feels it and finds a small barbell pierced through it. His butthole stings. He touches it, twitches in pain, and vows to leave it alone. His dick wears the ruby bead P.A. he fuzzily remembers getting. At first the night’s a jumble, but laying there on sweat-covered sheets, the night gradually comes back in sinister flashes. “Fuck,” he says, sliding his legs off the side of the bed. There's loose ropes at the foot of the bed and by the headboard. The more awake he is the more like shit he feels. Still, he can't put pieces of the night together. It might be he doesn't want to. The forest slowly brightens through the wall of glass revealing a foggy summer morning—as foggy as his head, he thinks to himself. He's got an urgent need to pee. He gets up, slides open the door’s barrel lock, and crosses to the guest bathroom, lifts the lid, and releases a flood of piss. It’s dark brown, his piss, and burns like a motherfucker. Done, he shakes his dick. It's sore from the new ruby P.A., which he can't help but being a little impressed by. In a flash he now remembers the events that led to it. He returns to the bedroom to retrieve his underwear and then get the hell out of there. Framed by the wall of glass, bare legs bound with silver duct tape twist round before the early morning forest. He shuts his eyes thinking it's the residue of a dream, or maybe some hallucination still acting on his addled brain. But no, he follows the thin, veiny legs up to the emaciated torso, bony arms duct taped behind the naked figure's back. In the brutality of daylight the black leather harness and chains seems absurdly inappropriate on an old man's torso. Sunbeams hit the body slowly rotating under invisible fingers of an air vent. The heavy antique chair rests on its side. Jesse's eyes trace the rope looped several times over an exposed beam watching Father Lucius' lifeless body hang from his braided cincture expertly tied into a long, white noose. A gathering of black caped chickadees erupt in a chorus of song welcoming the light of another spectacular day.

I was out for a all-day ride. Needing a break I decided to stop in an Adult Book Store I had been in a few time before. Pulling into the parking lot I saw a number of cars. While the booths did not have any glory-holes, they were quite large, easily holding 2 with plenty of room. As I walked through the store into the booth area, I saw a number of guys who appeared to be cruising. As I entered the back I caught the eye of one guy who was hot. A little over 6' and muscular, wearing a tank-top and jeans. As the booth area was a little stuffy, he had a little sheen of sweat. I nodded at him and he joined me in the booth. As he closed the door he pulled me close and we kissed. I felt his tongue caress my lips. As I opened my mouth I felt him pull me tight as his tongue pushed pass my lips and began probing my mouth. I could feel his cock pressing against me. I reached for his cock but hem pulled back, keeping out mouths together. He broke the kiss and began to nibble my neck. I started to kiss his neck and tasted his sweat and started to lick his neck and shoulder. Then I felt his tongue in my ear and he started to rub my chest. When he found a nipple he began to rub it so hard it was beginning to hurt. It felt so great. My body took over and a moan escaped from my lips. As he started to pinch my nipple he kissed me again, this time his tongue darting in and out. I was melting. It wasn't long before I would have done anything, I was so hot. Somehow, the next I knew he had removed my shirt and I was helping him unfasten my pants. My pants down I tried reaching for his cock again but he stopped me. I then felt his tongue teasing my nipple as his hand moved down my cock. He teased my balls as he bit my nipple and pulled it out. As he started sucking my nipple I felt his fingers tease my ass, touching the hole but not entering. He pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of the bench then knelt between my legs. He continued teasing my nipples with one hand and the other to tease my ass. Then I felt his tongue licking and caressing my cock. My mouth was screaming for something so I started sucking my fingers, forcing them in as far as I could. As he took my cock into his mouth he rammed two fingers into my ass. How wonderful it felt, I was ready to cum. He moved his hand from my nipple to my mouth. Feeling my hand there he pulled my hand from my mouth and pushed his fingers into it. I was going crazy, my mouth and ass being finger-fucked as he sucked my cock. I started to pinch and pull my nipples, wishing for a real cock in me. Just as I was ready to cum, he stopped! Everything, sucking and finger fucking me. After waiting what seemed forever, he kissed my nipples then started finger fucking my mouth and ass while sucking me. By this time I was so hot. My need for a cock in me was so great I would have done anything for one. It was not long before I felt an orgasm approaching. And, again, he stopped. I was so delirious I couldn't move. I begged for his cock. He answered, telling me soon, then started working me again. But, suddenly, I felt a cock by my mouth. As he fingers left my mouth I took the cock between my lips. As my mouth closed around it I felt how massive it was. It was huge! Before I could relax, it was rammed deep into my mouth. Almost heaven! Now, if I could only get a cock in my ass….. Well, I kept the cock in my mouth, enjoying everything. All too soon the cock exploded cum in my mouth. I tried swallowing as much as I could but there was soon much. I kept sucking and, when the cock was limp. It was pulled from my mouth. My own orgasm neared and I expected my partner to be stopping soon. And, he did. By now I felt hat if he just licked my cock I would cum. I reached for my cock, wanting to cum so badly, but he stopped me. Then I heard him ask if I wanted to cum or be fucked. I begged him to fuck me, knowing that I would cum while he was fucking me. He smiled and kissed me. Then, to my surprise, he wrapped a leather strap around the base of my cock, tight enough to prevent me from cumming! He then grabbed me by my nipples and had me stand. Still pulling my nipples he kissed me then had me kneel before him. I helped him unfasten his pants, releasing his hard cock. I quickly took it in my mouth, covering it with spit. As he work his cock in and out of my mouth I realized that it was large, both in length and girth. I was having a difficult time taking it in my mouth. I knew when he rammed it into me it would stretch me like I have never been before. He took his cock from my mouth and stepped behind me. As he knelt at my ass I could see that the door to the booth was open and a group of guys were watching us. This only made me hotter and I hoped that someone would let me suck them while I was being fucked. Realizing that there was not enough room in the booth I quickly moved so my head would be in the door-way. As I felt the head of the cock pressing against my ass I was asking for a cock to suck. Then the cock entered my ass. He pushed it in so slowly, very slowly. I tried going backwards, speeding the entry of the cock into my ass but was stopped. This was driving me crazy! After what seemed to be forever I felt the cock deep in me then slowly begin to withdraw. I was begging for more and harder but he just kept moving it slowly. My pleas for more were stopped by a cock being put into my mouth. Hungry for it, I started sucking, tasting its pre-cum. I was almost in heaven, having a cock in my mouth and ass at the same time. I could hear them kissing as they used me but that only made me want more. When I felt the cock in my mouth begin to cum I started swallowing as fast as I could. Then I felt cum filling my ass. How I wanted even more. Both cock limp, they withdrew from my mouth and ass and I heard myself begging for more. The guys who had been watching us were standing with their cocks in their hands and I could tell they were close to cumming. Hoping for more I started to move to them when one shot his load, covering my face. The others soon followed and I was trying to catch the cum with my mouth. Finished, they put their cocks into their pants and left me covered with cum. I started to wipe the cum up with my fingers then suck my finger clean when I heard a voice behind me. I had forgotten about him! He told me not to clean-up but to come to his house for some more fun. Agreeing, I grabbed my clothes and followed him out.

Yesterday night at the bathouses. Fist was a threesome, but the bottom couldn't take my dick. After that I fucked a hairy guy but it wasn't that good. After that I play with a third guy but he asked for a condom and I didn't had one or wanted to fuck with it so he sucked me dry. Not the best night for me but was fun. My husband was in a "no load refused" mood, put his ass in public service and took 5 or 6 loads. Fucking cum whore ❤️

In the ass for sure. My ass is twitching rn.

Two o’clock in the afternoon and my dick was hard in my jock strap as I texted Joe “Right by your house. Wanna fuck?” It took about two minutes for him to answer the text. “YES!!” I put the car into drive and headed over. Knowing his partner’s schedule, I knew we would have about three hours of fucking ahead of us before he got home. When Joe answered the door he was surprised to see me dressed in scrubs with my hospital badge on. “Are we going to play doctor?” “We can if you want,” I said, “but I’m dressed like this 'cause it was the only way to get out of the house. I told Tom I picked up an extra shift. He thinks I’m at work.” “Nice,” he commented as he slipped a finger in my waistband and pulled me close to him, kissing me hard. As we kissed he untied the drawstring on my pants and let them fall to the floor, rubbing my ass and snapping the elastic of the jock against my cheek. He moved his hand to the front of my jock and took great pleasure in knowing my pre-cum was flowing. Joe snared a strand of pre-cum from my cock head, and fed it to me. “Mmmmmmmm,” I said tasting my sweet cum mix with his salty skin, but adding “I’d rather taste yours though.” With that he pushed me down to my knees, undid the fly of his jeans, and pulled out his thick seven inch cock. As it slid on my tongue I could taste his excitement. He forced my head down to his thick bush, making me gag a little on the head of his cock. Every time that I coughed on the size of his cock it would make him harder and harder. After a few minutes of sucking him to a rock-hard state, he lifted be up, took my scrub top and the t-shirt under it off. I managed to get my pants off using only my feet. He leaned me over the back of the couch and spent a few moments feeling the warmth of the crack of my ass. “You know just what I like: jockstrap, sneakers and tube socks.” He loved those striped gym socks from the 70’s that came-up to the knee. Joe knelt behind me, shirtless, his jeans undone, and started to furiously tongue my ass. He had one of those tongues that could go deeper than some dicks. He was a sloppy eater too, getting his spit all over the crack of my ass to the point that it would run down my legs so there was never the need for lube when Joe fucked me. He obviously loved eating ass, because I could see his rock hard cock sticking out of his jeans. After I was good and wet, Joe stood up and positioned his thick cock at the entrance to my ass with the order “Push back on it boy.” Slowly, I pushed against the couch and felt his cock slide into me. It seemed like an eternity as I slowly got used to Joe’s mammoth girth. Finally I could feel his bush against my ass his long heavy balls touching mine, which earned me the remark “Good boy.” At first Joe started out slowly pumping his cock in and out of me, sometimes letting it slip all the way out and shoving it back in, making me whimper a little as my ass had to stretch out again around his cock. As he fucked me he picked up his pace and his pre-cum was taking over the job that his spit had started. The more he fucked me the faster he would go and the more pre-cum he would produce. Every time he pulled away and slammed back into me I could feel his pre-cum and spit spatter between us. My whole ass and his entire crotch were covered in a mixture of pre-cum, spit and ass juice. I knew what was coming next from past experience with Joe. As he got closer to coming he fucked me so hard that it bordered on violence. He had no regard for any pain or discomfort that I might be in and only cared about releasing his load within me. This was when I loved getting fucked by him the most. Faster and faster the strokes came. Every now and then he would accidentally pull back to far and his cock would pop-out completely, and then he would shove it back in with a tremendous force. I could feel our juices dripping down my legs as he grunted “Fucking little slut. Fucking little bitch. Who’s fucking whore are you?” “You are, Sir.” “Fucking right. You’re my whore. My little fucking whore.” Suddenly his strokes got even harder and faster until he slammed into me and pinned me against the back of the couch and held me there. I could feel his balls emptying into my ass. After the first few initial spurts he did a few slow strokes in me to get the rest of the load out, shuddering as the head of his enormous cock rubbed along the inside of my ass. Once he fully withdrew, he snapped out the same order he always gave, commanding “Clean it off bitch.” Instantly I spun around and knelt in front of his dripping engorged cock and took it in my mouth. I could taste his cum, his spit and my ass all mixed together in an intoxicating cocktail. Suddenly I could taste his piss in my mouth. He always gave a little warning shot before giving me the full stream. “Don’t spill any bitch.” He let go with a hot stream in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, which earned me a bit more praise: “Good boy. Stand up.” As I stood he cupped the front of my jock with his hand and licked of the copious amount of pre-cum that had gathered during my impalement on his cock. He kissed me, backing my up to the couch and pushing me over so that my legs were in the air and he had full access to my used hole. He pulled by throbbing cock out from under my jock and let it rest against me as he stuck two fingers in my sore hole. Each time he went in and massaged my prostate, my cock would jump. I went to reach for my cock and got slapped across the face. “That’s my cock to play with, not your's, Bitch. Touch it again and I’ll have to restrain you.” To make sure I didn’t go for it again, I put my hands behind my back and just let him pleasure me. It seemed like forever as he played with my hole and stroke my cock using the cum he had deposited within me. He would get me almost to the point of coming and then let my cock go before I had the chance, repeating this over and over until he knew that the next time I would have no choice but to spew my load all over his living room. Then, just before I blew, he leaned over, took my cock into his mouth and sucked me off, even as he continued to finger my ass. It was all too much for me and I suddenly felt myself coming in his mouth. Once he was sure I was done, he grabbed me by the throat and brought me up to a sitting position. He then kissed me and released all of my cum into my mouth. We must have kissed for ten minutes, exchanging my load back and forth between our mouths. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up so you can go to work,” he remarked, enjoying the lie I would give Tom. Of course once in the shower he got hard again so he pinned me against the wall and again impaled me with his thick member. As my hole was swollen from his first attack, the pain was unbelievable, but so was the pleasure. Being a bit of a sadist, he took great pleasure in knowing how painful it was for me as he fucked me faster and faster. Just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment of his fucking, he came in my ass, remaining lodged in my hole until he went soft. Upon withdrawing, a pool of blood and cum dumped out of my ass onto the shower floor. And, as before, he commanded me to swallow his cock until it was thoroughly cleaned. We were in the living room and I was getting dressed when he asked what I was going to do with the rest of my evening. Normally, my partner wouldn’t see me until the following morning. “Guess I’ll go get a bite to eat and see a movie or three,” I said. “I got a better idea. Bend over.” Thinking he wanted to fuck me again, I remarked “We don’t have time for another session.” He slapped me across the face. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told.” I bent over the couch, wearing only my jock. “Spread your ass.” I spread my ass and suddenly there was a camera flash behind me. “Got it. Get dressed.” As I got dressed he explained his plan. “I’m going to make a Craigslist ad for you and you’re going to go to whatever address I tell you for the rest of the night. After every stop the guy will take a pic of your hole and send it to me. Once I feel you’ve been fucked enough, I’ll send you a text letting you know that I’m satisfied. At this point you can go home, go eat, or do whatever you want.” When I was finished getting dressed, Joe told me to go to the grocery store down the street from him and wait in my car for instructions. It was about a half hour when I finally got an address texted to me from Joe. I couldn’t help but get hard in my jock again thinking about what or who might be awaiting me at this mysterious address. The address ended up being a mechanic’s shop that I recognized from their advertisements in the local gay magazine. As I pulled into the lot one of the bays opened and a man in his early 50’s wearing a blue mechanic’s overalls unzipped almost to the crotch motioned for me to drive in. Once my car was in the bay the giant steel door closed behind me and the man opened my door and asked “Are you Joe’s whore?” “Yes Sir,” I replied as I got out of the car. He smelled like he had worked hard all day and my eyes couldn’t help but to follow his open zipper down his hairy body to a little patch of pubes sticking out where the zipper came together. “Good answer. Get undressed to your shoes socks and that jock I saw in the pic.” I did as instructed and the mechanic took a minute to fondle me briefly and check out the merchandise. “Follow me.” The mechanic led me to a back room that was dimly lit, all around us were shelves of car parts and in the middle of the room was an empty engine hoist. He took a piece of steel chain that had a clasp at one end and a big ring at the other and put it around my chest. He got the chain pretty tight on me then hook the clasp onto a link of the chain and the ring dangled from the center of my chest. He then pushed me back towards the engine hoist and hooked the ring to it. The whole time he was getting me ready I could see his massive cock growing in his overalls. Once I was secured to the hoist, he unzipped his overalls the rest of the way, slid them off his shoulders and pushed them down to his knees. His cock was longer the Joe’s and about the same enormous girth. “You still got Joe's load inside you?” “Yes Sir.” “Push a little of him out or this is going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.” With that the mechanic lifted my calves onto his shoulders and I carefully released a little bit of Joe’s cum. “Good boy.” The mechanic rubbed his hard cock all around my ass and then with one hard motion shoved his cock into my swollen sore hole. I couldn’t help but scream, but he didn’t care all it did was make him harder the more that I screamed. “Yeah, fuckin’ little whore. Like hearin’ you scream like a little bitch.” I would have thought that Joe’s cum would have lubed my ass up better, but there was still a lot of friction between the mechanic’s cock and my innards. With every pump inside of me my cock oozed out more and more pre-cum until it looked as if I had pissed myself. After a good twenty minutes of non-stop pounding the mechanic let out a big scream and I could feel his load shooting inside of me. He didn’t wait to go soft inside of me, instead he pulled his cock out, wiped it off with a blue shop towel and threw it on the floor. He then came over and undid the chain around my chest. “Lean up against that bench over there so I can send Joe his pic.” “Yes Sir.” I bent over the bench and spread my cheeks until I saw the flash of the mechanic’s camera. He led me out to the bay where my car and clothes were waiting for me. As soon as my ass was covered he opened the door and walked back in towards his office. I got in my car and checked my phone for Joe’s instructions. He sent me a text with my latest pic and told me to go to an adult theatre in a seedy part of town. I was to go to the part of the theatre that had the private booths and enter the third one on the right. Arriving at the theatre, I found the third booth on the right and opened the door. A tall skinny redhead was standing in the room playing with a guy’s cock that had come through the glory hole from the booth next door. “Who owns you?” “Joe does. He sent me.” “Lock the door, then come over here and help this guy out.” He waved the partially hard cock coming through the wall at me. I slid the lock in the door and reached for the cock in the wall. The redhead grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face towards the cock. “Suck it you stupid bitch.” I took the cock in my mouth. It was obvious from the saltiness and the pungent odor of sweat that this was somebody who worked outside all day and was just getting off before going home. While I sucked on the cock in the wall, the redhead undid my drawstring and my pants fell to my ankles, murmuring to himself “Nice.” He then spat on my hole then jammed a few fingers in. The next thing I heard was his pants unzipping and him spitting on his cock. Then he slammed the entire length of his cock into my hole, making me tense up and squeeze his cock with my sphincter. “Relax whore. It's not like you haven’t had any cock in there recently.” With him still balls deep inside of me I slowly relaxed and he started to fuck me hard and fast. All the cum from the earlier deposits was sloshing around and making his dick super slick. Meanwhile, there was no longer any question about how hard the cock in my mouth was: it was rock hard and the guy's balls were growing tighter and tighter against the base. Behind me the redhead was breathing hard and telling me how he was going to pump my ass full of jizz. After a few moments more the redhead came in my ass, yanking out his hard cock once he was done pumping his load in me. “Clean off my cock and get that cock inside of you.” As I started to suck the redhead I positioned my ass on the cock coming through the wall and backed up onto it until my ass was firm against the wall. The anonymous partner then started to fuck me hard and it wasn’t long until I heard him moaning on the other side of the wall while his cock pumped another load in me. “Now clean of his cock while I get a pic for Joe.” Once again the familiar flash went off behind me as I cleaned off the stranger’s cock, followed by him unlatching the door and exiting with the door wide open for everyone to see what a whore I was. Just then the manager of the theater happened to walk by and came into the room. He cleared his throat and I stood straight up with a startle. “We don’t allow that sort of thing in here. You’ve got two choices as I see it: I call the cops or I fuck you before you leave.” I didn’t say anything; I just bent over in front of the manager exposing my used hole. “Fuckin’ whore, I knew you’d choose that.” He unzipped, letting his hard cock flop out and hit my ass. He stuck a few fingers in my hole and spread some cum around my hole then he shove his cock in and went to town on my ass. It didn’t take him long before he was squirting jizz in my hole. After he had pulled out and I had cleaned off his cock I asked, “Can you take a pic and text it to my owner?” “Fuck yeah, why not?” I bent over and he took a pic of my ass to send to Joe. This time I was quick to get my pants up and followed the manager out of the booth. When I got back to the car and sat down I could feel my sore hole under me. It was aching from all the use it was getting. I was half hoping Joe would be satisfied when I received his next text. “YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU LET SOMEBODY USE MY PROPERTY WITHOUT ASKING!! THAT’S GONNA COST YA!” About fifteen minutes later I got a text from Joe. It was to an address on the western edge of town and message saying to speak to Bill at the gate. I put the car in gear and got on the highway headed for my next assignment. To my surprise the address led me to the gate of the state prison. I pulled up to the guard shack and a uniformed officer came out. “Can I help you son?” “I’m looking for Bill.” “I’m Bill.” “Joe sent me.” A smile crept over Bill’s face. “Just a minute.” Bill went back inside the guard shack and talked with the other two guards sitting inside. They both got up and got a good look at me before Bill came back out with the instruction “Park next to that black Chevy over there and I’ll let you in. Make sure your pockets are empty and leave your keys in your car.” I drove over and parked next to a lifted Chevy truck. Then I placed my wallet, keys and phone in the glove box and got out of the car. Bill was sauntering over as I got out. “Put your hands against the vehicle and spread your legs.” Upon hearing this I instantly got hard in my jock again. Unfortunately, Bill was only making the request in order to search me. He patted me down everywhere and when he felt my erection under my pants he said under his breathe, “Fuckin’ faggot.” Once he was satisfied I wasn’t carrying any potential weapons he motioned for me to follow him. We walked for a while passing through two chain-link gates and finally into a building made of concrete block. Towards the end of a long hall we entered an office door with a plaque that read 'WARDEN'. Inside was a modest office suite with two chairs facing the desk, “Sit here and wait for the warden.” I sat down and Bill left the office, locking me in behind him. My erection was still going strong at the thought of being fucked by a warden in a prison. Little did I know what the warden had in mind for me. After a few minutes had passed I could hear shoes against the concrete hallway stop outside the door and then the tumblers in the lock start to turn. The door opened to reveal a mid-fifties man in a suit and tie who proceeded to walk over to the corner of the desk and sit with his legs apart so that one was on the floor and the other dangled off the edge of the desk. This position allows for the thin fabric of his pants to rest tightly against what looked to be an enormous cock and balls. I could help but stare at this man’s big package. He lifted my head by my chin to meet his gaze. “Joe said you were a whore.” “Yes Sir.” “He also said you needed to be punished for letting a stranger use his property.” “Yes Sir.” “Best way I can think to make a whore quite giving it away is to use it up.” “I don’t understand Sir.” “You will, but first I want to use that ass while it’s in one piece.” The warden got up and sat in his big leather office chair. “I want you completely naked and on your knees in front of me.” “Yes Sir.” I stripped and knelt in front of the warden who, meanwhile, had unzipped and pulled his big cock and balls out of his pants. I was absolutely fascinated by his balls as they were bar far the largest, lowest hanging set of nuts I had ever seen on a man. In fact they actually came out of his fly and draped down to the point that they rested on the leather of the chair. “Play with my balls while you suck my cock. I like ‘em pulled on.” Happily I obliged the man and started feverishly sucking on his cock while yanking and twisting his big balls. He didn’t say much except to instruct me to slap his balls a little. Whenever I gave them a light paddle with my free hand his cock would jump in my mouth a put out a drop of pre-cum. After a half hour of sucking his cock the warden wanted my ass. He turned me around and had me lean against the desk long enough to spit on my hole and work some of the loads out of my ass to use for lube. While his dick was only five to six inches in length, his mushroom cock head was amazingly large, and was even more menacing as he was wearing a gauge '0' PA through the hole. It felt awesome as I lowered my sore ass down onto this massive mushroom head and his piercing rubbed exquisitely against the inside of my ass. He let me ride it for twenty minutes, just enjoying myself and having a good time. Then he started to swell up like he was going to cum, that’s when he bent me over the desk and started to really fuck me hard. Within ten minutes or so he was pumping a hot load in my hole. He held my head down on his desk as his cock went soft inside of me. As he was waiting to pull out I heard his desk drawer open and then a sharp stick in my right butt cheek. The next thing I remember was waking up against a cold floor and my hands being cuffed together around something metal. As my eyes gradually cleared I was able to make out that I was in the communal showers. I tried to get up, but whatever I had been drugged with still had an effect over my muscles. Suddenly there was an alarming sounding off and what sounded like a stampeded of men coming towards the recesses of the shower where I was positioned. Sure enough, it had been the morning wake-up bell and the first thing the inmates did apparently was head in for a morning shower. Gradually I mustered enough energy to get myself to standing position just as the first of the men came in. They filled the room like swarming cockroaches and I was suddenly surrounded by muscled prisoners who were all laughing at me. “Hey look what the warden got us for good behavior,” said a tall white skinhead feeling the crack of my ass. As he pulled out a finger with shiny cum all over it he laughed and said, “Fuck it’s been used already.” All the men laughed at me as they stroked their morning hard-ons. “Here’s the deal whore, you’ve pissed off somebody pretty badly and you ain’t gettin’ out of here till we all get a chance to fuck you. So bend that ass over and take what you got comin’ to ya.” I did as I was told and the instant my ass opened up a cock was shoved in it. These guys weren’t so much as fucking me as they were using my asshole in place of their hands. One by one every one of shoved his cock into me, pumping furiously until he came. Given that they all had wanted to fuck me, but also had only a few minutes to also get a shower, the line of men moved quite quickly. As each man came, he would withdraw, soap up his softening cock, rinse off and leave. After an hour of constant fucking by a seemly endless number of men, another bell went off and the inmates left as quickly as they had come in. I stayed frozen in the shower, bent over and watching cum and blood pool at my feet. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye was a familiar pair of leather boots. It was Joe, dressed in a prison guard’s uniform. I must have looked surprised to see him. “Yep, I’m a guard here.” In his hands were my clothes. He took a key from his belt and undid the handcuffs. “Here, get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” I got dressed quickly. “Come on.” Joe led me from the showers and out of the prison through various doors and gates until we finally ended up at my car. “Same time next week and next time I whore you out I better only get pictures from people I’ve given permission to be in that ass.” “Yes Sir.”

From Javi’s POV: I watched that hot little ass disappear into Xavier’s room. I wanted to fuck him so bad. Tre came over and told me that he needed to fuck something soon. I told him to roll another blunt and we’d go fuck. Maybe by then Xavier would be done, and we could get a piece of that hot ass. As we smoked, we could hear the moans and grunts coming from X’s bedroom. I never heard a scream, so maybe Xavier took his time and opened the kid up properly. I don’t know if I could have been that patient, especially knowing that he was a virgin. My dick jumped at the thought of having a virgin in the apartment. It wanted a piece. Tre started sucking my dick as I was finishing up the blunt. He knew how to get me going but that’s to be expected after being together for 3 years. He got my dick rock hard as I took the last of the blunt and shotgunned it with him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me off the couch and led me to the bedroom. We both stopped by X’s door to lean in and see what we could hear. It sounded like X had opened him up because he was moaning like a whore. I wished I could watch what was going on. “Come on, sexy. If it’s meant to happen, it will. Right now, I want to get that ass on my tongue.” That made my hole twitch. Tre could eat ass like no one else. So, we went to our room and got naked. He flipped me on all fours and dove into my ass with gusto. I could just feel my hole start to open and get wet with his tongue in there. After about 5 min, he flipped me over and started to push his big dick in me. Tre was 10” when rock hard, and he knew how to use it. I was pulling my legs back when I noticed some movement by the crack in the door. Good thing I left it cracked so the kid knew we were open to him joining. As Tre got balls deep in me, I could see the kid watching us fuck. I couldn’t see much but I could tell he was definitely into it. I pulled Tre down to kiss me and whispered in his ear that we had a peeping tom at the door. “Mmm…is he jerking off?” asked Tre. I told him I couldn’t see that much because the dresser was blocking my view that low. “Well maybe we should give him a little show. Do you think he’d be more into me fucking you hard or you riding my dick?” That was no contest in my mind. “You saw how much he is fascinated with dick. What do you think?” “You’re right. You’re right. OK, hard fucking it is.” With that Tre pulled all the way out and made me beg for his dick. So I did and he slammed his entire length back into my hole. I couldn’t help but grunt. He repeated this several more times when I noticed that the crack in the door became slightly larger. I whispered in Tre’s ear to keep going that he’s opened the door a little more so he can see better. Tre didn’t need any more encouragement, and he started to fuck me even harder. He was making his big balls slap my ass so hard they had to hurt them. But I know he likes that little bit of pain on his balls from fucking so he was getting off on it. I started to squeeze his dick with my ass, and Tre just grunted and told me I wasn’t playing fair. I just grabbed his nipples and twisted and squeezed my ass again as he bottomed out in me and shouted “Breed my hole babe. I need your seed deep inside my hole marking me as your bitch.” Tre knew what I was doing but he also couldn’t help that I knew his triggers. One more big twist on his nipples, and he slammed deep in me and started flooding my hole with cum. “Fuck yes bitch! Take that big black dick. You’re such a fucking slut begging for my dick. I’m breeding you so deep. Can you feel it? You feel all my alpha seed shooting deep in your bitch ass?” Tre keep shooting his cum in me and I just rubbed my hands up and down his back as he finished shooting. When he was done, he collapsed on me. “Is he still there?” asked Tre. I told him I think he is, but let’s find out. “So babe, were you thinking of that hot piece of ass in the other bedroom when you fucked me? Is that why you came so quickly and so much?” “You know it, sexy. I want to fuck that ass just like I know you do. I mean did you see how perfectly round and taut it was. Xavier is one lucky bastard to get that ass all to himself. If he was here right now, he would have gotten that huge load instead of you.” “Aww, you don’t want me to have your cum?” I asked. “You know I do babe, but when a hot piece of ass like that comes along, if you get the chance, you got to take it. I mean I know he was liking my dick when I showed it to him in the car.” “What’s not to like? It’s 10” of hard pure black man meat.” I could swear I heard a sharp intake of breath when I said 10”. I just grabbed Tre’s ass and then said, “I just hope he wants to play with us too. You know he would love getting fucked by our big dicks. I mean X’s ain’t small, but it doesn’t compare to what we are packing.” “Don’t I know it. The last guy that we tag teamed keep begging for more. He drained my balls so dry I didn’t know if I’d ever get any cum back.” “Aww babe, these huge balls produce so much nut you don’t ever have to worry about that. My hole is swimming in your special seed right now and it feels so warm and wet and squishy, especially with your big dick still up in there plugging me up so it can’t ooze out.” Tre kissed me, and then slowly pulled out. I could feel his load pour from my hole. “I just hope I get some of that fine white boy ass. I would love to make him feel every last inch of the 10 inches of black meat. “If he’s got any sense, he’ll know what a gift we can give him, and he’ll sneak over here when Xavier’s sawing logs. I know he was looking at both our dicks. I just want to eat that hot little ass until he’s moaning like a whore on my tongue.” As soon as I finished my sentence, there was a light knock at the door. “Did you hear something?” Tre asked. I told him that I thought there might be someone at the door. He told me to hold on and he’d go check. He got up off the bed with his still somewhat hard dick swinging and covered in his nut and opened the door to see Ty there looking like he was scared. “Hey Ty buddy, what’s up?” Tre asked. He noticed Ty staring at his big dick and just smirked. Hearing this I leaned over and looked at Ty and said, “Yo Ty, how are you feeling? Did you and Xavier have a good time?” Ty just nodded, so I said, “Well Tre, don’t be mean, open the door and let our new buddy in so he can chill with us some more.” Tre moved out of the way, and Ty sheepishly said thanks and walked into the room. He was watching the porn on the TV and said that it was really hot. I told him to have a seat and get comfy. Tre shouted that he had to piss and would be right back. As he left the room, I looked at Ty and patted the spot on the bed next to me in the middle of the bed. I put a pillow up against the headboard so he could lay against it and watch the porn on the TV like I was doing. He quickly got comfy but kept looking at my hard dick. I just chuckled to myself and opened the drawer on the night stand and pulled out a glasses case and my torch. I pulled out the glass pipe and opened up the baggy with some nice clear crystals in them and dropped a few big ones in the bowl. I noticed Ty didn’t say anything but was watching my every move. I clicked the torch on and started melting the crystals and then took in a deep breath and exhaled the white thick smoke. “What’s that?” Ty asked. “This bud, is like weed, but better. It won’t make you cough either. It’s smooth, but not only does it make you feel good like weed, but it also makes you really horny. It also helps guys relax when they try to bottom.” I took another big hit and blew it out. “You see I know Tre wants to fuck again. He’s never satisfied with just one load. So, I’m sure when he gets back in the room he’ll want some more ass.” “Does it hurt? I mean I just saw it a few minutes ago, and it looks huge.” Ty watched as I took another hit of tina and blew it out. “Nah Tre knows how to use his dick to where it doesn’t hurt, and I’ve been getting fucked by him for a long time, so I’m used to it. Oh, I’m being a bad host. Did you want a hit?” Ty looked at me and looked at the pipe and back at me. I could see his mind debating and then he nodded. I gave him the pipe and told him to rotate it back and forth between 11 and 1 as I lit the bottom. “Now when I tell you, breathe in deep and hold it inside, but don’t breathe in quickly. Just a long slow deep breath in. OK?” He nodded and as the smoke started to pillow out of the hole in the top I told him to breathe. So he did and he took a good hit for his first time, but I knew he needed more. “That was ok, but try another one. This time a really long slow breath ok?” Ty nodded and took the pipe again to his lips. “Now when the smoke starts to rise out of the hole in the top, start your deep long slow breath.” Right about then the smoke started to rise, so Ty took in another hit. This time a proper hit. “Now hold it for about 5 seconds and slowly blow it out. Ya, buddy. That’s a good hit. How do you feel?” He looked at me and then at my dick and back at me. “You like my dick buddy? It’s ok. It definitely likes you. And this stuff makes me super hard. You’re hard too. You want some more?” He just nodded his head quickly this time. “Do you think you can light it yourself?” He shrugged as I handed him the lighter. “Just don’t get the flame too close to the glass. You want the tip of the flame to be right under the bottom and almost like it’s about to kiss the bottom of the glass.” Ty took the torch and pipe and started smoking the crystal up and he took another big hit and then two more. I just sat back and watched. He looked over at me and said that he feels really good. I told him that’s good and he should take like 3 more big hits. While he was in the middle of his first hit, Tre walked back in the room and said, “Fuck yeah, I definitely want some of those clouds.” He grabbed Ty’s mouth and told him to shotgun the hit he just took. Ty and Tre swapped clouds and then Tre said ok, do it again. Tre ended up getting Ty to shotgun him 4 more times before he told him not to leave me out. By the time Ty looked back at my his eyes were so dilated I could see he was flying. But he was a good trooper and shotgunned me 3 times before he handed me back the pipe. I took two more hits and gave it to Tre who took several hits to catch up to us. Ty leaned back against the headboard and was watching Tre smoke. He then noticed Tre’s dick getting hard. I leaned over and whispered in his ear that Tre loves to have his dick sucked when he’s smoking. Ty didn’t need any more words, so he just crawled in between Tre’s legs and started licking Tre’s dick. It was still covered in his cum from when he loaded my ass. Ty just moaned and said he tasted good as he licked Tre’s dick. Tre just looked at me and smiled. I got up and got behind Ty and started eating his ass. “Speaking of yummy, boy this ass tastes amazing. Not only do you have some of Xavier’s cum in you, but this ass tastes fresh and clean.” Ty just started moaning as I ate his ass and he sucked on Tre’s dick. Tre kept telling Ty to go deeper. Finally, Tre told him to take another hit of the pipe because he wasn’t deep throating his dick. Two more big hits and then Tre guided Ty’s throat with a little pressure on the back of his head all the way down. Ty was gagging but you could tell he was also proud of himself. He kept sucking and I kept rimming. Then I started fingering. I got the baggy and grabbed a big shard and pushed it into Ty’s ass. He came up off of Tre’s dick and said his ass was burning a little. I told him it would pass soon and started eating him again which seemed to calm him down. Tre was now throat fucking Ty and making him gag on his dick, but Ty seemed to be loving it. I slowly pulled Ty up to where he was on all fours while rimming him. I then leaned back up and moved closer. I put my dickhead at his hole and Tre pulled him up into a kiss as I pushed my dickhead into him. Even with the weed, smoking, the booty bump, and being fucked by Xavier earlier, his hole was still tight as fuck. But Tre just kept kissing him, and I finally got my unlubed raw dickhead in his hole. He whimpered a little but I could feel the tina make his hole grab at my dick wanting more deeper. Tre gave him the pipe, and he took two big hits. As he was lighting the bowl for his third, I grabbed Ty’s hips and pushed in hard. Ty yelped a little and looked back over his shoulder. He asked me to go slower. I just said sure buddy. Finish that hit, and I’ll start again. Once he blew out his cloud, I grabbed his hips again and shoved about 4 more inches in until my dickhead hit his inner hole. He yelped again and was about to say something but Tre was putting his dick back in Ty’s mouth. I pulled out until just my head was left in and could already see a streak of blood on my dick. I looked up at Tre and winked. He knew what that meant. I grabbed Ty’s hips again and this time shoved 8” in until I hit his inner hold again. Ty just grunted around Tre’s dick. I leaned over and kissed his neck and told him how good and tight he felt and that his ass fit my cock like a glove. I pulled out again leaving just the head in and thrust again. Ty was getting used to it rough and the booty bump was seriously starting to kick in. This time I pulled all the way out and slammed 8” deep hitting the back of his wall again. He pulled off Tre’s dick and asked, “What is that you keep hitting? It feels like you keep hitting a wall.” “I am, but I’m going to open up your inner hole in a minute. I just wanted you to get used to my dick in you and how it feels. I know I”m a lot thicker than Xavier, so your hole is stretched open good.” Ty just nodded and went back to sucking Tre’s dick. I pulled out again and this time waited for Ty’s hole to close completely before I slammed my dick in again. This time I hit the right angle and I pushed in past the inner hole and Ty just arched his back and yelled. “That’s it buddy. All 9 thick latino inches are in your hot little ass. You keep squeezing me like that and I’m going to cum.” I pulled out and noticed more streaks of blood on my cock. I wiped some off on my finger and showed Tre. He just moaned and shoved Ty all the way down on his dick. He looked at me and mouthed the words “Wreck his hole” and I just nodded. I pulled all the way out again and slammed in again getting balls deep. Ty just moaned this time. “That’s it buddy. Feels good doesn’t it. I know you like having that big raw cock up your ass.” He just moaned and pushed back trying to get my dick in deeper. “OK buddy, I hear you. I’m going to really start fucking you know.” I pulled all the way out and slammed in again. Over and over. His hole loosened up and naturally got a little wetter not only from my precum but his blood as well. He was getting into it, so I decided to reward him and really focus on hitting his g spot when I slammed into him. He started moaning like a whore and his hole was quivering. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Do you want me to make you cum, Ty? Do you want to cum while I’m fucking this tight little ass of yours?” He just moaned and nodded with a mouthful of cock. So I pegged his g spot over and over until he started cumming all over the sheets. I pulled out and then started slamming in balls deep now that he was cumming and the tight ass just pulled me in and started squeezing my cock so hard I lost it. “Fuck yeah, Ty buddy. That ass is gonna make me nut.” I pulled out one last time and shoved it in deep. I started filling his hole with my seed. “Take that big dick buddy. You feel me shooting deep inside your inner hole? My special seed likes to stay up there deep in you so it can spend a long time with you. You feel your hole milking my dick? It’s trying to get that dick so deep that my seed can stay with you and make you mine.” I shot volley after volley of hot cum deep in his inner hole. Ty was shaking as my dick was spasming. Tre had let him up off his dick so he could hear him moan. He was panting and saying how good it felt. Tre lifted up his chin as I was still shooting in him and asked, “Doesn’t that feel amazing? Feeling all that special seed get deep in your boy pussy. I know you’re making Javi feel amazing. He cums a lot so just sit there and enjoy feeling all of his nut getting deep in you trying to make you pregnant.” Ty just moaned and squeezed my dick again. I kept unloaded deep in his ass and feeling him squeeze my dick. My special seed was getting in there and mixing with the cuts inside and mixing with his blood. I shivered as the last spurts got milked out of me. Pulling out slowly I wanted to make sure his inner hole closed so that my nut would stay in him as long as possible before I pulled out of his hole. My did was coated in pink cum. Tre turned Ty around and told him to clean my dick. Ty greedily sucked me off before noticing the bitter iron taste in his mouth. “Am I bleeding?” he asked. I nodded. “Just a little bud, but you did great. Your ass is amazing and it milked my dick so good.” He looked at me like he wasn’t sure how to formulate his next sentence. “What about condoms?” “Well, it’s too late for one now buddy, besides you did great and you felt great. And now my seed is deep in you. Don’t you like that?” He nodded and then looked up at me again. “It’s safe right? I mean you’re clean right?” “Sure am buddy. I took a shower right before we picked you guys up.” Before he could ask another question, Tre started eating his ass and I pushed him back down on my still hard dick. Tre has a very talented tongue that can go deep so I know Ty was loving it especially by the moans he was making. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Tre wants to fuck you too? Can he? He’s got an even bigger dick, but he’ll make you feel so good.” And I lit up the pipe and took a hit and pulled Ty off my dick and shotgunned him three times. “So, what do you say sexy buddy? Can Tre fuck you?” Ty looked at me and smiled. He looked over his shoulder and said, “You can fuck me, but only if you fuck my like you fucked Javi earlier. I want to see your face as your fuck me so I can grab your ass and play with your hot chest.” Tre laughed. “You watched us fucking earlier, huh? Well I guess I can fuck you like that. But get over here and get on your back and pull those legs back high. I want to eat that hot cum filled ass some more before I add my own to your hot little boy pussy. Ty giggled and quickly got on his back, pulling his legs in the air and exposing his hole. Right at that moment it involuntarily twitched and a big glob of pink cum oozed out that Tre quickly devoured before pushing his tongue deep into Ty’s hole and making him moan like the cumslut he was becoming. ********************* What do you guys want to see next? I'm writing the Tre chapter as we speak. But after Tre fucks Ty, does Xavier find out? Do Tre/Javi get Ty even more spun and use him harder? Let me know your thoughts. I appreciate all of the positive feedback thus far.

Only two comments/suggestions: Item 6 "Pre-cum is a natural lubricant that gets blocked with condoms." - The main point is true, Pre-cum gets blocked by condoms. However I disagree that pre-cum is all that most people need for (comfortable) penetration. Pre-cum is nice 'n slick, delicious, etc, but some people produce only a small amount and others drip gobs of it. My experience has been that you usually need something in addition (spit, 'proper' store-bought lube, etc) to help it out. I would change it to a bullet point about condoms requiring more and different lube. Maybe re-work part of your wording in point 8 into this revised bullet point. Something like: "6. Condoms require more lube than going bare - Condoms require lots of lube, otherwise the increased friction will damage your hole and make you hurt. Sex shouldn't hurt.. Condom-compatible lubes can also be worse for the environment than regular lubes." Item 4 "The hottest porn stars don't use them.". I agree with what you're trying to go for in general, but I'd re-word it to "The hottest porn is always bareback" and re-work the rest of the line accordingly. I've seen a lot of really hot young guys in porn that use condoms. The condom is an instant boner-killer, but the guys themselves are undeniably hot. I'd also move it down towards the bottom of the list, since this is more of a subjective point, and most of the rest are more fact-based. I'd list the fact-based points first. For that reason, I'd swap points 7 and 8, and move this one to where 9 currently is (or at least after 7). In general, I like it. It's well thought out, and I commend you for bringing this point of view into your gay youth group. Gay youth, just like gay adults, need to look at all sides of an issue and make their own informed decisions, rather than just blindly do what other people in their life tell them. In school all they hear is either "always use condoms" or "don't have sex at all". You're giving them another viewpoint, and backing it up with logical reasoning. Good job! Btw in your header you mentioned that you're out to them as 'pro-HIV'. I'd stress to your group that they can be anti-condom but still not be pro-HIV. All of the points in your list are valid regardless of whether they are on PReP, or want to be come chasers like yourself. The list is all about reasons not to use condoms. Being an active chaser is an entirely different matter (though if they want to go down that road too, that's very cool :) )

Another Sunday at work and it was constant alerts from bottoms still hosting at the Westin Bonaventure Hotel for CLAW weekend. I was trying to ignore the messages and just stick to work til I saw this fat juicy ass latin bottom that I had to breed. He was hosting tops in his hotel room and hit me up on bbrt. I already bred some asses there yesterday and was just trying to focus on work today but man this was some ass I can’t pass up. He gave me his room number and what color tower he was in. I decided I had to do it, so I planned my escape from work. Soon as I got some time to slip away I turned ghost like Patrick Swaze and headed straight to the Hotel. It’s only a 5 min walk away from my job so I didn’t even have to drive over. Sent him a text “On my way” as I was approaching the hotel. He replied and said the door 🚪 is unlocked and he was on all 4s just as I like it. The elevators at the Westin require a keycard for access to the guest rooms so I had to wait for someone who had a keycard to let me up. It didn’t take long, probably like 20 seconds before someone showed up and I asked them to buzz me up. I finally got to the 10th floor and headed for the room immediately because I didn’t have time to waste. I opened the door and there he was on all 4’s ass fat as ever and my dick shot straight up. I immediately started taking my suit off and setting it down on the dresser. His ass was already wet when I rubbed it with my thumb. It felt like silk and his cheeks were so beautiful. I didn’t waste anytime. Usually I like to play with a beautiful ass and admire it before I breed it but time was against me. I immediately plunge into him. He winced a little and started squirming. I had to hold him down cause I didn’t have time to give him a patient fuck. After a cpl mins he started to moan in passion as I was straight drilling him. I lost all track of time and ended up just banging him deep for a whole hr. Dumped 5 loads in him. His ass was that good. I was in my zone just aggressively pounding and unloading in him. Before I knew it I was sweating like crazy and realized I was still at work and immediately grabbed my pants to check the time and it was 4:30pm. He cleaned my dick up and I got dressed and left in a hurry. Walked back to work balls empty and also lucky that no one noticed I was gone for that long. He sends me a text saying that was the best fuck he had this whole weekend. I’m happy to be of service 😌.

"damnit" caitlin grumbled as she stood scanning the parking lot. "they all look the same,,," she had entirely forgotten just how droll these graduation ceremonies were as she hunted for Tuckers sister among the crowds. Her own graduation at least had some excitement, as she went completely nude under the gown. She remembered giggling with her girlfriends as the cool night air and the gowns silky fabric teased her tits rock hard. her cunt was warm and puffy from the few tabs of extacy she had popped before the ceremonies and a shiny pink butt plug rest snugly inside her eighteen year old ass. She lost track of all the cocks shed taken that night but remembered with a smirk walking the stage with hot spunk running down her leg. Working the crowd of her peers she managed to chat up a boy here and here, leading them away to the empty marching band storage room to greedily drain their balls. Bolder and braver, she eventually led her best friends boyfriend into the secluded little room. It was a hard sell, and she had to give it to the boy for his loyalty as it took nearly 20 minutes to break him down. piece by piece she stripped him, until she finally straddled his legs and promised the two were just going to jerk eachother off. She still remembered the look on his face as she lowered herself onto him without warning, leaned in, and began instructing him to cum as she bounced the full length of his prick into her. She milked two loads from the handsome young man, one for fun, and one to prove she could make any man give up his seed whenever she wanted it. "Lucy!" caitlin chirped from across the parkng lot and as the blonde girl in the gown spun around to face her she smiled. "Im caitlin, your brother sent me to pick you up. hes had a pretty hard day." Caitlin had to fight to stifle a laugh as she remembered the only hard part of his day was the cock between his legs as it inseminated teen pussy full of hot poz spunk. "that sounds like tucker. let me guess, studying?" Lucy didnt second guess caitlins generousity as she climbed into the car. "yeah, he was pretty deep in when i left." Caitlin smiled, as she certrainly made sure he stayed deep. "So where to grad? wanna do a little partying?" caitlin offered as she watched the teen strip out of her gown. It was no cum-dribbling cock thirsty slut like herself, but Lucys cutoff shorts and sports bra made the girl look delicious. Caitlin couldnt wait to give her a spin and spend the night sucking every drop of juice out of her as she stretched and gaped the lucys undoubtedly tight ass. "oh no can do, we gotta stop at pizza bear first!" lucy remarked. "the video game thing?" Caitlins confused expression seemed almost offended. "yeah the restaurant. my boyfriend closes late." Caitlin sighed. "and we do movie nights on fridays!" Lucy chimed as she hopped out of the car. "it looks closed and it smells ...gross" Caitlin sneered as she followed the slender teen, openly gawking at her ass as she walked. "yeah, we wait until everythings closed and just hang out and watch movies!" Lucy rapped at the door and as it swung open Caitlin was presented with the lanky frame of a boy in a pizza bear hat. The two kissed and hugged and prattled on as they made their way to a few overstuffed bean bags, pointing out a tray of cold pizza and a soda fountain along the way as Caitlin made her way for the refreshments. "Dylan usually gets the popcorn started and the movie playing" Lucy flopped down onto a beanbag as Caitlin watched the boy disappear to the upstairs projector room. Reaching into her clutch she produced a small bottle of G and proceeded to empty it into the two paper cups before filling them to the brim. Lucy was going to have a party, like it or not. "frosty cold" caitlin remarked, handing the drink and watching Lucy take a long swig. The teens tits were just average by her measure. almost a handful, but the thick meaty nipples looked taylor made for her to chew and suck. Caitlin generously offered to take Dylan his drink and made her way upstairs. "I havent been here since i was a kid..." Caitlin startled the boy as he crawled and fumbled to hook up a laptop behind a desk. "yeah..." Dylan remarked, "it used to have a huge projector..." Caitlin shot the boy a smile as he pounded the beverage. "sorry, long day...anyway now its just a laptop and a little one. way easier." Caitlin unbuttoned her shorts quietly and confidently as she stood behind him, waiting for her the party to start. ten minutes later she heard a laboured sigh. "shrek...2" Dylan smiled as he stood up, pressing play on the laptop. "Your girlfriends so pretty." caitlin interrupted, blocking the boys egress to the door. "is she a good kisser?" She advanced slowly, close enough to feel the boys warm breath as he stared back at her confused. "just relax for me." Caitlin whispered as she kissed the teenager, exploring his mouth briefly before he pulled away. "very nice...you have such soft lips Dylan..." Caitlin eased her arms around the boys hips, as if he had always belonged to her. "Lucys..." Dylan was interrupted once again as Caitlins hands snaked under his shirt to explore his body. "so smooth and warm....does she touch you Dylan?" Caitlin didnt wait for a response as she leaned in to kiss the boy once again and he began to reciprocate. "theres a good boy...our little secret...." Caitlin deftly unbuckled the boys belt and was rewarded with a drooling nine inch teen cock. "oh yes such a beautiful cock on such a skinny little boy...is that why Lucy likes you so much?" Caitlin curled her fingers around his girth and slowly pumped the boys cock, licking her lips as the foreskin slowly coated the boys cockhead in precum. "Tell me about it dylan, do you line this big sticky thing up with that pretty girls lips and make her beg? maybe mash that big filthy cockhead into her little clit a little before you fill her up?" Dylan blushed wildly as Caitlin lifted her glistening fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. "Ive...ive never..." he stammered as Caitlin patiently rolled his heavy nuts in her hand. "oh dont tell me my good boys a virgin? no fibbing now, you mean you really never stirred up that pretty teens guts with this fuckstick?" Dylan shook his head as she delighted in milking ever more precum from his heavy nuts. "well that just wont do. Its certainly not fair to your pretty girlfriend...what you need is some practice" Caitlin slipped her shorts off to reveal her powerful thighs and nearly hairless cunt. "Sit on the desk now like a good boy Dylan." Caitlin pushed the teen back onto his elbows and climbed his slender frame. "we cant do this, theres no condoms..." Dylan stammered as the radiant heat of Caitlins sex invited his body to drool yet more precum from his virgin cock. "dont be a silly boy. When youve got a big cock you should never wear condoms Dylan its just a waste of money trying to fit this nasty thing into one. its healthier and safer to just fuck raw, trust me." Caitlin reached back and lined the boy up with her lips. "Feel it? you should always fuck deep and raw. some girls might tell you otherwise but those warm pussy lips never lie Dylan, they want your raw cock." caitlin lectured as she split herself open on the boys surprisingly thick cock, leaning in to whisper into the boys ear as she relished the thought of taking his virginity. "god damn your a big boy did you know that dylan? that teen cocks just made to fuck cunts youll see." Caitlin panted as she came on the boys prick. "oh no....im...." Dylans eyes lit up as caitlin grinned. Years of taking raw loads had made her an expert on the male orgasm, and Dylans was fast approaching as he squirmed under her. "no no..eyes on me dylan, just relax. we're almost there, just let your nice big cock finish. besides you should never try to fight it when youre going to cum in a girls pussy its the best part. Every girl loves a nice warm creampie Dylan...nice deep breaths....youre doing fantastic" caitlin held the boys head in her hand as his expression turned from urgency to orgasm. "thats it, let it cum nice and deep. im right here baby just relax and let it flow...feels so good to fill the pussy up doesnt it?" Caitlin reached back to gently fondle the boys balls as he obediently pumped his virgin load into her snatch, panting as the last few drops oozed from his tool into her body. "You did such a good job baby boy..." Caitlin cooed as she slid off dylans formerly virgin cock. "lets get back downstairs."

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

Here's my honking PA... even the smooth edges results in a bloody fuck most of the time... OINK!