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**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - Improvement of the boys' working facilities In the afternoon, ten repairmen showed up at the shop with a big truck. The men started carrying repair tools and a huge amount of building materials. George told Sami and Jonas that he had planned better working spaces for the boys downstairs. In George's opinion, the fitting booth was too small for the growing business. George told Jonas and Sam to take care of the store and disappeared with the men downstairs. Throughout the evening there was clanking, sawing, drilling and hammering, the sounds of things being dragged and moved from downstairs. From time to time, the renovation workers carried building materials and large boxes through the store to the lower floor. Sam realized that the repairmen were the same toxic men who had been at George's on Sunday and seeded Sam's hole. After five hours of hard work, George came to Sam and Jonas and said that they could now come and see what had been accomplished downstairs. Everything is not quite ready yet, the places still need to be painted and cleaned, so then customers can also be allowed there. It's good, Sam and Jonas will then have a good feeling for the new spaces. George went to lock the shop door and hung a note on the door saying that the shop was temporarily closed. Sam and Jonas were surprised how different it looked downstairs. Most of the sales shelves had been moved to the front part of the lower floor to be clearly more compact than before. A sturdy sling was raised in the back and there were three doors to the cabins behind the sling. The middle booth only had a bench and a flat screen TV, where a porn movie was playing, where the gang took turns fucking a clearly younger man. The booth on the right had a fuck bench in the middle of the floor and the booth on the left had a structure like Sam had seen in the Czech porn movie. There was a hole in the wall, through which the visitor can only see Bottom's lower body. Bottom's legs can be towards the floor or tied up to the loops on the wall. There were also glory holes in the walls between all the booths, so you can easily secretly follow the activities of the neighboring booth or participate anonymously. Jonas and Sam looked around confused. One of the repairmen shoved his sweaty cock through one of the Glory Holes and George told the boys to go and thank the hard worker. Sam and Jonas squatted down by the hole and Sam greedily took the cock between his lips. After sucking for a while, Sam offered the cock to Jonas to suck. Jonas imitated Sam and sucked the cock greedily. George said he thinks the man deserved better than just sucking. Sam urged Jonas to offer the man his hole. Jonas didn't doubt it for a moment. Jonas packed his ass into the hole so that the man's cock sank directly into Jonas's hole. The other repairmen gathered around cheered and started to unbutton their own pants. Jonas looked horny at the men's exposed cocks. Until Jonas's eyes caught the first biohazardous tattoo next to a man's cock. Jonas whispered to Sam that it was what he suspected. Sam nodded and said "yes it is. A tattoo means a man is a poz". At the same time, there was a groaning sounds from behind the wall and the cock in Jonas's ass started throbbing and injecting sperm into Jonas. "Good boy, that was your first poz load today. But probably not your last. Those men are all toxic. I know that because they all cummed on me on Sunday. I think they all want to empty their loads in your unprotected hole today," said Sam to Jonas. Two men grabbed Jonas´s hands and began to carry him towards the new Fuck bench. The men tied the confused boy to the bench and another man started to fuck Jonas's ass. George told Sam they could go and open the shop again. "Jonas can do well alone with these men". Sam looked a little jealous at Jonas tied to the fuck bench. "It may be that there will also be new customers who want to explore the new facilities. You must be ready to guide them," George comforted Sam.

Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

I always felt a bit inexperienced, maybe that was why I rarely tried to hook up at all. I thought I'd mess it all up or not know what to do. I am only 18 but still, I wanted to not disappoint the expectations people were bound to have for a hot date. I was already on my third load while watching some hot porns, but today my libido would not settle down. I think I needed the real thing. I was online in a flash, but I had no idea what site was best but I settled for adam4adam. Being a rare sight online did have its perks, you got lightning fast responses and instant interest. A 42-year old muscled massage therapist hit me up (at least he claimed to be in the profile when I took a look.) He asked if I minded older men who liked submissive boys. I admit I never gave much thought to top, bottom, and the in-betweens but his question caused my dick to stiffen. Must be a sign. "Yeah, I'm down for that," I replied, pondering where we'd fuck. I couldn't do it at my parents house. Hopefully this guy could host and was close by. "Can't host, and I'm guessing you can't either." His next e-mail confirmed the worst case scenario. I thought it was all over, I told him sorry and maybe another time. "Hold on there boy, daddy isn't finished with you yet. Send me your address, I'm in your part of the neighborhood, get that hole ready and be outside in 10 minutes, and no matter where you're at, I'll be there." I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He seemed determined and excited to meet me. I was just a skinny gamer dork, though often people remarked I'm much more attractive than I seem to realize. I was considering this as I got ready and it seemed like a mere instant before I was outside and a sleek black mercedes with tinted windows was pulling up before me. I glanced around nervously incase I got it wrong, but the window lowered to show a grinning dark haired man with a handsome square jaw and traces of silver hair through his beard. The smiling blue eyes were enough to make ice melt, this was definitely the guy. "Hey boy, ready to please your daddy?" He questioned as he patted the passenger seat next to him. I went around and got in as shy as can be, I couldn't even answer him. I must've been blushing. "Mmm, don't worry boy, daddy is going to take care of you," a strong masculine hand reached over to massage my left shoulder tenderly. His fingers were like magic as he worked that hand across from my shoulder, to my neck, and then down the mid of my back. I completely relaxed, even when that same hand stuffed itself down into my shorts and his strong insistent fingers invaded my hole and pushed me forward a bit to give him easier access. "Ah...I didn't bring lube," I admitted suddenly, realizing I had some as his fingers worked at me roughly. "Don't you worry about that," the blue-eyed sex god whispered in a sensual voice, "I'm gonna take of that hole." That's when we stopped. I looked around not realizing that we were in the parking lot of a public park that was closed by this time of day. I looked at him questioningly. "You're going to service daddy right here and now boy, my cock needs to unload," and before I knew it I was face down in his jean covered crotch as he unbuckled and unzipped to reveal his cock which I couldn't remember the size of from the brief time I glanced at his profile. "Oh God..." I mumbled as I sucked gently on the stiff cock that was still hidden beneath his boxer-briefs. It looked massive. "That Cock is going to be your God boy as long as your servicing it with your holes," daddy told me in a matter of fact tone. I had a feeling this wasn't a man you said no to. His 9 1/2 inch circumcised dick was out and already dribbling long trails of pre-cum. His underwear had huge wet spots from the short drive over to the park. I couldn't believe I was doing this, I never took anything that huge before...and without lube? He couldn't really plan to put that in my ass? He coaxed my mouth over his thick head and used a hand to shove my head down so that I took nearly half his shaft before gagging and trying to resist. He continued to keep me in place, until I relaxed a bit and he could drive more of his cock into my throat and with his free hand he went to my hole and began to probe once more. My throat felt like it was a rubber band that had been stretched all out of shape. His cock was so thick I was sure he could probably see exactly how far down my throat it was. My eyes were watering and I could barely gasp enough air between his thrusts and deep throating to handle what he was doing to me. "Can't deep-throat daddies cock to make it cum boy?" An evil and greedy glint came to his eye, "Then your sweet cunt hole is going to pleasure this dick instead." I tried to apologize, to say I'd do better...but he placed his index finger firmly against my lips and just said, "Shhhhh." "Get on your knees in the backseat, look out the rear window and stay that way after you lower your shorts so I can see that ass," he ordered. I wordlessly complied, I wasn't sure what would happen if I tried to question the instructions. My hole felt so vulnerable in the air conditioned car when my shorts were pulled down. I heard him climb from upfront to position himself behind me, he grabbed my hands forcibly and put them in front of me, "You leave those there, you don't do anything. Daddy's in charge now." He shoved my legs apart with his knees and a firm hand pushed against the small of my back arching it slightly so that my butt poked out a bit further and my hole felt more open and exposed. "D-do you have a condom?" I asked nervously, I was almost surprised I even remembered to question him, I was so nervous about even handling it. "Yeah I have a condom," I heard and felt him spit right onto my hole and then another sound of him spitting, probably for his own cock. That monstrous piece of meat was pressed against my sphincter quickly and with both his hands on my hips he pushed me back onto it and down slowly. I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to ease back off it...it got so thick so fast I thought I'd rip open without lube. "Where you think that hole is going?" Daddy growled, he kept pulling me down but now he also rose to greet my hole too and his cock popped suddenly and forcibly into my hole. "AHHH!! OH GOD!" I cried out trying to get away now in earnest. My hole was on fire and I thought his cock felt like there was nothing on it. I tried to turn around to see but that's when a strong hand clamped on the back of my neck. "You look straight ahead fuck toy," he barked, "You are my property now, you don't act, you don't think. You just take this dick til I'm done with that boy pussy." I made a soft noise of protest, but I complied, relaxing somewhat. His cock slowly eased further into me, and the burning sensation subsided. "Good fucking bitch boy," he commended me. My reward was a sharp and deep thrust upward that plunged him fully into my unsuspecting hole. I swear, it was like a kidney moved out of the way in order to make room for that cock inside me. The hand that was on the back of my neck now moved to my throat as I cried out. He squeezed firmly and deliberately choking me into silence. I still tried to make another noise of protest and turn to face him...I quickly regretted that. The second hand came to join the other and both now choked me harder til I was submissive and he pulled back on my neck as he choked so that I arched my back more and opened more of my hole to his greedy cock that was eagerly pumping me. Things were starting to get hazy, I could feel my hole was really wet for some reason like it had been lubed up. Did he really pre-cum that much? Fuck. If that was pre-cum he was in me raw...but it didn't matter. I couldn't do anything with that death-grip controlling me like the reigns for a horse. I could see in the rearview mirror up front his firm hard body pumping me, and the ass that had a tan line from his days on the beach or maybe working outside. Maybe if my hole didn't feel like it was never going to be tight again I could have enjoyed the sight of him fucking my ass...this fucking Sex Beast of a man. His thrusts became jackhammer hard, I could breathe again as he let go of my neck and put one hand to my hip again to keep it firmly in the position he seemed to like the most, which was the one where my hole was tilted upwards a bit so the curve of his cock could hit this sweet spot inside my ass I had no idea was there... his other hand worked his fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck on them. I didn't realize doing that would make me open my hole more. "Now you're ready boy," he leaned in as he impaled me viciously and bit onto my neck. It was hot even as it hurt, but I saw why he did it. His cock swelled even more as he must've been getting close to coming, it was easily 10 inches at this point hit painful spots in my ass that seemed to feel extraordinarily good to him. His clamping down on my neck kept me from moving anywhere as much as it hurt and as much as I felt more and more like he was just using my ass because it was inexperienced and young to fuck. I wondered if I was really just a hole to him like he said earlier. He didn't care if I got off or enjoyed his cock...though I know on some level I was enjoying his cock. He just wanted to get off and I was the sap who let him inside. "Please," I begged, "Tell me you have a condom on." He began to grunt and lead into me hard, slamming my hole with such force I felt like it was a shockwave going through my entire body and numbing my boy hole completely. I moaned with the strangest sense of pleasure through all that pain and worry. He kept thrusting deep and purposefully, his cock kept moving to other places in my hole with each thrust spreading what I could feel was his load. I couldn't just be imagining it, there was so much and it was so warm. "Boy I told you," he said with the hint of a laugh in his tone, "I have a condom. It's you."

I've been meaning to share this since Sunday night.. This past weekend I went to visit a friend in Long Beach and was leaving her apartment on Sunday morning when she went to work. So I was checking out the apps to see if I could have fun on my drive back to Phoenix. I got lucky and had some guys talking to me immediately and actually coming through and trying to make plans. So I headed over to this hung german guys apartment. When I started sucking his dick I got super horny immediately because I hadn't even touched myself since Wednesday. I was sucking him, eating his ass, sucking his balls. He just laid back and accepted what I was putting down lol. He preferred using condoms.. which was fine because I was so horny. I rode him for maybe 10 minutes and he shot in the condom, and I went into the bathroom to get the lube out of me. As I was sitting I went back on my phone and saw messages from a nasty equally hung french guy (I was hitting up all of europe lol). He couldn't host though but was saying for me to drive out to him and we'd find a spot in his car. I said before I don't really like car play but I really wanted to get fucked and take a load. I left the bathroom and the guy noticed I didn't cum and was trying to get me to sit back on his dick and cum but I said I had to drive back ASAP so I left. I met the french guy one street off kind of a main street. I parked near there and he dropped me a location from the alley one street off. So I walked back there and he was parked up in a really small business parking lot. Just one other car on the opposite side. I got in his car and we chatted for a couple minutes and he explained (cause we were in a small sedan) the best way he could fuck me. He put his seat down and told me to get on it, face down. I couldn't even see his dick before he hopped over and started prodding it against my ass. He wiped one little squirt of lube across my hole and just SANK into my ass. If I hadn't just been fucked with some lube in my hole I would have screamed. He was way to big to be doing that. Once in he didn't have a lot of room to slide out so he just pulled out like 2 inches every thrust but was fucking me hard. Definitely a big mix of pain and pleasure but the pleasure was winning so I went with it. I could tell he was cramping after a while cause he stopped being like.. violent about it and started going slower. It worked and he shot in my ass. He was different from the german guy cause he just told me to get out of his car and didn't care at all if I came. He was done. Kinda sucked because dom tops are hot but he was a little too selfish imo. I had no real leads after that so I actually started driving back. I stopped in PS to get food and tried again, but responses were really slow. I even went to sniffies and spent about 30 minutes messaging but not able to get someone I was interested in. I finished eating so I started driving back out. When I hit Indio I did one last stop to check my messages and low and behold there was a hot (american) dad that could host in Palm Desert. He was kind of a voyeur and had me jerk off and shower for him while he watched but I made sure I got to sit on his dick. I didn't want to keep it in anymore so I shot a massive load on his chest and stomach. I sucked him for like 20 minutes after that but unfortunately he couldn't cum. It was finally my turn to be the greedy one 😂All in all it took me from 8 AM until 6 PM to get home on what should've been a 6 hour drive

When I was in college the most common way to hook up was in the various men;s rooms on campus. Before long I discovered all of the cruisy toilet rooms. I remember sitting in a stall, tapping my foot and before long the guy in the next stall would be on his knees exposing his hard dick for me to suck. There was a very obscure men's room in the basement of an older administration building. The men's room was at the bottom of the stairs. It was old and had a sink, a urinal, a toilet stall and a shower stall that looked like it wasn't used in decades. There was a peep hole drilled into the stall that separated the toilet from the urinal, There was little reason to go here unless you were cruising for sex. I was horny one afternoon and thought I would check it out. I was pleasantly surprised to see someone in the stall. I went to the urinal and started to stroke my dick and noticed the peep hole get darker signaling the guy in the stall was peering through it. I continued to stroke until I was rock hard and then decided to make the move to the front of the stall..I stood at the stall, displaying my hard dick when soon the door swung open and I was greeted by a gorgeous hispanic male sitting on the toilet with his legs spread. He was about 20 and his shirt was off displaying a hot hairy chest. He had a two day old beard and his hair was pulled back in a bun. But the most impressive thing was his thick uncut dick. It was 8', dark with a thick bush. He motioned for me to come closer and took my dick into his mouth. OMG it felt so great. He deepthrotead me, then licked my balls and even fingered my hole. I reached down and pulled out my poppers, took a few hits and handed them to him. This just made his blow job more intense. I didnt want to cum yet so i pulled out of his mouth, pulled him up and started kissing him. He was an awesome kisser and was really into it. I loved his full lips and how our tongues were intwined. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me, I hadnt been fucked much but he turned me on so much I really wanted it. I asked if he had any condoms. He didnt but he said he would not cum inside me. I agreed and then went down on his cock to get it as wet as possible As I sucked him I realized how fat his dick was but I was in love and wanted it. I stood up, bent over, spit on my fingers to wet my ass, took a huge hit of poppers and waited for his dick to enter. He slowly pushed in my tight hole, but quickly I pulled forward as there was too much resistance in my dry hole. I put his dick in my mouth again slobbering as much saliva as possibe and bent over again, He slid in my wet hole and began fucking. My ass juices started flowing and the ride got smoother, but my god he was big. I felt like such a slut bent over in a sleazy mens room getting fucked bareback, We shared poppers some more as continued to fuck and telling me how great my hole felt. This went on for another few minutes when he all of a sudden stopped and pulled out. He said he had a "dry orgasm" and didn't cum. andI didn;t feel anything. He kissed me, git dressed and left. I took my time getting dressed and then started climbing the stairs, When I got to the top My shorts felt really wet. I went back into the mens room, dropped my pants and notices my boxers were soaked and there was than unmistaken scent of cum. I was so turned on and never asked for a condom again

I wouldn’t worry about it. Sounds like he was gonna eventually try to extort you for $$$ or just wanted to make you paranoid. As a rule, I never communicate with anyone 21 and under, nor do I talk to faceless, empty profiles, and I never send nudes lol. Yes, that certainly limits my pool somewhat significantly, but you can’t trust people these days.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 4 The next morning, Jeff woke up late. He had slept well and hadn't woken up once. The first thing he thought about was the night's events in the steam room. He pushed his finger into his hole, which felt swollen. Jeff's finger sank easily into the slippery and open hole. Jeff smelled and tasted his finger, it smelled and tasted intoxicating. Jeff opened his cell phone and took a picture of his swollen hole and sent it on Whats app to Burt. He thanked for yesterday and that they had hinted about the sauna. Burt immediately responded with a gif depicting his surprise. Burt wrote that he was confused as to what naughty beast they had unleashed. Burt also managed that either Jeff has made an account on Grindr. He gets good pictures from the pictures taken yesterday. Jeff had completely forgotten that Burt and Jack had filmed him during yesterday's session. Jeff opened the pictures and was dumbfounded. In the gallery there were dozens of pictures, in which Burt's and Jack's cocks were alternately in Jeff's ass. Jeff's face was clearly visible in most of the pictures and Jeff had a very enjoying face in them. There were pictures of Jeff on the bed on all fours with a cock in his ass, pictures of him on his back with his feet up to the ceiling, his feet on men's shoulders, his legs pressed to his chest. Jeff couldn't even remember in which of all the positions Jack and Burt had fucked him. The last ones were pictures of Jeff's hole, which was filled with sperm. Horny, Jeff downloaded the app and created an account. Logged in and started filling in his information and uploading pictures. As a profile picture, he took a picture of just his face while lying on the bed in the hotel room. About Me: "Nice, lean, athletic runner looking for fun. I'm 100% bottom and want to feel you inside me. No loads refused." Jeff sent the account link to Burt on whats app and took a shower. When Jeff got out of the shower, Burt had sent several messages to Jeff. Burt said that almost everyone doesn't show their own face on the app, so it was a surprise that Jeff had uploaded both a face picture and pictures from last night showing Jeff's face. But he believes it will certainly increase Jeff's market value. Jeff hadn't thought of the whole thing in his heat. It had also been busy in the grinder. Jeff's profile had had a lot of visitors and the men had given a lot of flames and purple devils. Jeff asked Burt what these purple devils means. "Probably they'd like to get in your hole," said Burt. Jeff clicked purple demons back to everyone who clicked him. After that, he started going through the messages he received. All had the same basic idea. "Looks like we are in the same hotel. When would suit you. I can come to your room, put your room number OR my room is XXX come whenever you want." "This can't be that easy," thought Jeff. This non-inhibition puzzled Jeff. The men were willing to fuck without any additional information or dating wishes. The main thing seemed to be to get to the top. Jeff put his own room number in the first messager's message. A couple of seconds later, Jeff received a text saying that the man would be there in a moment. Jeff was not prepared for such a quick reaction, so he in hurry put on the jockstraps he got yesterday and tidied up his bed a bit. After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Jeff opened the door and there stood a man about 30 years old who entered the room and closed the door behind him. The man kissed Jeff on the mouth and rubbed Jeff's ass with his hand. The man pushed Jeff towards the bed and turned Jeff onto his stomach on the bed. The man stuck his tongue in Jeff's ass and at the same time started to untie the belt of his pants. Jeff heard the man drop his pants and get on top of Jeff on the bed. Jeff felt the hot cock on his ass and spread his hands over his buttocks. With a steady thrust, the man's cock began to push inside Jeff. Jeff soon felt the man's pubic hair on his ass. The man started fucking Jeff and praised how good Jeff's ass felt. The man fucked Jeff for at least half an hour. Sometimes louder and sometimes slower. Finally, the man asked where Jeff wants the sperm. "inside," said Jeff and at the same time he felt mans cock throbbing inside him. The man seeded Jeff and collapsed onto Jeff. After a moment the man pulled out of Jeff, got up and pulled his pants back on. "Thanks, this was good. Are you here all week. We could see you another time," said the man and headed for the door. The man was gone. They hadn't even introduced themselves to each other.

When Debra, an ex-girlfriend who is a professional photographer, asked me to model for an erotic photography shoot, I agreed without telling my wife. Debra explained it would be a gay scene. I told her I was a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but she promised my face wouldn’t be shown and the sex would be simulated. Sire, I had often fantasized about doing it with another guy but I was happily married and had enjoyed a completely straight sex life. Besides, the modeling fee was good, and we needed the money since I had just started graduate school. I showed up at Debra’s apartment and met Mark, the other model. She had told me he was openly gay. He was extremely good looking and well built. I noticed he had a very sexy rope tatoo around his thick bicep. When I took off my clothes, I was thinking about how it would feel to have Mark’s strong hands touching me, and I got quite hard. Debra smiled when she saw my erection, saying it would add to the realism. Mark was hard, too, and I saw that his cock was longer and thicker than mine. Debra said she wanted us to wear some props. She gave Mark a leather biker cap and studded leather wrist bands; she gave me a rainbow pride ring and snapped a leather dog collar around my neck. “There, Andy,” she said, “now you really look like a bottom.” I blushed beet red. Then she handed each of us a studded leather cock ring. “This will help you stay hard, sweetie,” she said. I remembered that she used to call me that when we were dating. Mark stood very close to me. Debra instructed us to hold each other’s cock. I had never touched another man’s penis before. His grew even harder in my hand, a sensation I found strangely pleasurable. He closed his eyes and smiled, and I heard him grown softly. He started to stroke my dick, gently but firmly. I felt myself trembling with excitement. I was surprised at how aroused I felt. “OK, guys, let’s get started. Mark, I want some shots of you sucking Andy’s cock. I’ll be behind you.” Mark got on my knees and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job – much better than anything my wife could do. I heard Debra’s camera clicking away. She moved around to the side and came closer. Mark’s face would be clear in these photos, but he didn’t seem to care. “Your turn, Andy.” When she saw me hesitate, she said I should just fake it because she would be behind me. She told me to run my hands up Mark’s well-sculpted abs so she could capture my pride ring. I was just inches from Mark’s hairy crotch. Debra came to the side, holding the camera very close. “Sweetie, do me a favor and just kiss the tip of Mark’s dick, OK?” I don’t know whether it was Mark’s delicious manly aroma or my desire to please Debra, but I did as she said. Then, without her saying a word, I opened my mouth and began to lick the head of his dick. “Oh my god, that’s perfect!” Debra exclaimed, taking more photos. I tasted Mark’s precum and found I really liked it. As Debra encouraged me, I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged. “That’s OK, sweetie,” she said. “I used to gag, too. It takes practice. You’ll learn.” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Next we moved from Debra’s living room into her bedroom. At Debra’s direction, Mark and I lay down on her bed, with me on the bottom. As Debra coached us for her photos, I felt Mark’s cock rub against mine. “That’s great,” she said. “Very realistic.” I started to breathe faster. I even moaned a little. Mark said that made it easier for him to stay hard. When he kissed me, I didn’t try to stop him. In fact, I opened my mouth and nobbled on his tongue. Debra kept taking pictures and telling us what a great job we were doing. Next Debra said she wanted some shots of Mark licking my ass. I got on my knees and I felt Mark’s strong hands spread my ass cheeks. His tongue quickly found my puckered hole. He started on the outside, then I felt his tongue probing my opening. I felt little electric charges radiating from my ass through my entire body. Debra leaned in to get close-up shots. I clutched the pillow and moaned with pleasure. Debra told me to lie on my belly and instructed Mark to lie on my back. I spread my legs apart. I felt his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks, and the sticky moisture of his precum. Suddenly the room seemed very warm. I was panting hard now. I thought about my wife and was really glad I hadn’t told her about the whole thing. “Listen, guys,” Debra said. “This just won’t do for the close-ups. It isn’t convincing. I need you to try just a little actual penetration. Please. I really the shot. Mark, here’s some lube.” Then, to me, “Sweetie, just relax a bit and soon I’ll have what I need.” I nodded; my mouth was too dry to speak. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew I wanted to feel Mark inside me. He put some lube on his finger and worked it into my ass. He was very gentle. I felt a warm sensation and my body trembled. Then he put some lube on the head of his cock. He asked Debra if he should use a rubber but she said the photos would sell for a lot more without it. “Andy, is that OK with you?” he asked. “I guess so,” I answered meekly, without thinking. Then Mark placed the tip of his cock against my butt hole. It stung and I tried to pull away. Debra leaned close, put her hand on mine, and said softly but firmly, “You can do this for me, sweetie.” Mark leaned forward and licked my ear, then told me to kiss him. I did as he said, and our tongues danced together. It was intense and suddenly my back passage opened to him. My body seemed to be responding without my will. I heard myself moan loudly. The warmth and fullness were exquisite, unlike anything I had ever felt before during straight sex. “You like this,” Mark said. I nodded. He went deeper, then deeper still until I felt his public hairs against my butt cheeks. High-pitched, girlish “ah!” sounds came from my mouth. Debra kept snapping pictures. Soon Mark was thrusting in and out. He was grunting and calling me obscene names like “cunt” and “faggot.” I loved how excited he was. “I’m taking your manhood, Andy,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me forcefully. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. I kept kissing him as I felt him explode inside me. “And now I just bred you and made you my bitch,” he grunted in my ear. It sounded so masculine and sexy when he said this. And then I felt an odd orgasm, tingling throughout my body, and a little cum oozed from my cock. My whole body quivered. It wasn’t like a regular male orgasm at all. Debra was delighted. “That was amazing, boys!” she exclaimed. “I never realized how hot two guys together could be.” As we lay there, breathing hard, our bodies covered with sweat, Mark whispered in my ear, “I would love to see you again.” I said yes without hesitation. Then we kissed, more tenderly. Debra looked at me and said, “Sweetie, I think you may be a fag. And now you even have a boyfriend.” I did not reply. I just lay there. I was too confused. I thought I loved my wife, but this was the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Debra may be right. My wife still doesn’t know about the photos.

I'm an evil twink. My latest conquest was a muscled Italian stud with a gold wedding band. Nothing gets me hornier than being a straight married man's side piece. Knowing he has a wife and kids at home sends me over the edge. He has been coming over to my place every week for the past couple months straight from his office. And I wait for him ass up, ready to take a pounding. The problem was that he doesn't trust me enough to fuck raw. I dreamt of his huge thick Italian cock sliding in my pink raw hole. It's all I'd been craving. After he'd leave, every time I'd rummage like a raccoon through the waste basket for his used condom. I have eaten it, tried pouring it into my hole, and even inserted the dirty rubber in my hungry hole. Not the same. Anyone remember Mark Bentson's famous top ten stealthing tips? I loved reading his site iblastinside back in the day. There were two tips for bottoms that I felt tempted to try. "If you control the condom, you control the whole trick. Condom brand selection can be the most difficult but luckily there’s always someone giving some away for free, either at sex clubs or doctor’s offices. Grab a handful. I find the colorful generic Durex brand brings me the most luck. Generally, you can’t find the bulk ones, but I did at Drugstore.com where there’s some variety packs there. My favorite seem to be Durex Rainbow Color. OPTION 1 The season (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) is getting perfect to begin preparation. Put your condoms in your car for a few days, especially if you can sit them on your dashboard. Then bring them inside and put them into your freezer straight from the extreme heat. Then take them back outside to the car. Doing this a few times — extreme heat, extreme cold — really breaks them down but only once or twice helps. OPTION 2 Pinpricks through the wrapper and the condom if you don’t have the time or patience to switch off with the extreme temperature technique is also fine. I recommend getting a very small pin and only poking though the side with the printing on the condom wrapper. If you are careful, this leaves the see-through side intact; tampering there is more likely to be seen." I performed both options on the only pack of condoms I had. Now for the next step. "Yes, bottoms can stealth, as many of them told me. But in many cases, they aren’t in the driver’s seat, so to speak, since they cede control to the top. However, here’s a few things a bottom can do if there’s options to do so. First and foremost, get rid of all condom-safe lubricants but not the bottles they came in (maybe not all… when you do have the barebacker over, you might prefer one). Fill up these “safe for condom use” bottles with oil or petroleum lubricants. Now let’s say you’re going to his place to use his condoms and his lube. After you’re all cleaned out, take a nice glob of petroleum jelly and coat your insides. By the time you’re there, your pussy will be dripping for him (and won’t be a very friendly environment for condoms)." The next time my Italian stud was due to come over, I fingered my hole with a giant glob of Vaseline. My little twink cock stiffed up at the thought of getting his bare dick. I couldn't help but moan while I lubed myself. Naughty boy. My man finally arrived, straight from his work, dressed in his suit and tie. "Come here you sexy fucker." He growled while hastily undressing. I kissed him deeply, cupping his strong jaw and holding him close, as his large hands groped my body, finding my pert ass. "Daddy I missed you." I said between kisses. "I miss your hot mouth, son." He smirked as he pushed my head down to his crotch. "Daddy loves your holes." I moaned as I worked his cock, swallowing his thick girthy cock deep and sucking like a pro. "Good boy," he said as I looked up at him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. He tapped my cheek and signaled me to the bed, while grabbing one of my prepared condoms from the nightstand. I got on all fours with my jockstrapped ass in the air, anxiously looking back to see how he was making out with the tampered condom. He seemed to have put it on without issue and lubed it up. Game time. He slipped his cock in with some effort, but finally he got to pounding my ass doggy. I took a hit of poppers and melted into the bed, my hole eagerly accepting each thrust. My ass clapped as his hips slammed against me, his sweat mixing with the lube. Heaven. I prayed that he wouldn't notice when the condom broke. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I thought maybe cowboy would be a better position. I signaled for him to lay down and I managed to see that his dick was still wrapped up before I sat on him. I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. "Take daddy's dick." He instructed. I began to bounce on his lap, thrusting his cock deep in and out. I kept a good rhythm, making sure to clench my ass on each ascent, in an effort to rip the condom off with my ass. We reached a frenzy when I finally felt a snap inside me as I rode him. I watched his face to see if he could tell what happened. As far as I could tell, he didn't notice, but his eyes rolled back into his head and moaned deeply. He was cumming inside me. He held me down on his cock as he unloaded, grunting as each rope of cum coated my guts. I was in cumdump heaven, finally bred and seeded by this hunk of a man. I got what I deserved. After a moment of rest, I got up, making sure to clench my hole to keep everything inside. "Oh shit I think the condom came off." He said, as his cock slipped out of me bare. "Damn really?" I feigned surprise. Still holding his cum and rubber inside me, I promised him that I was healthy and he had nothing to worry about. I kept up the act until he left. Afterwards, I inserted a butt plug to hold his seed inside me, I needed his babies to soak in me as long as possible. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes. But was it worth it? Hell yes! Please don't judge me.

So, I need to talk about this in a safe space. I wonder if others of you have started to feel this way recently, and are willing to share your thoughts. (Even if you don't feel this way, I'd love to hear from your as well!) So, since all the COVID and MPX nonsense of the last few years, I'd become very skittish around the idea of just hooking up indiscriminately like I used to. Felt like no one was really worth the risk of either of those diseases - yes, I know that sounds somewhat disingenuous from someone who is HIV+ and an avowed member of the "raw is law" crowd. Initially, I thought after all of the lockdowns were behind us in a few weeks or months, I'd be back in the saddles (or slings) and back to my old cum-loving self... But things didn't really spring back to normal, and we weren't really able to (safely) meet up for this type of stuff for longer than expected. I'll admit that I wound up getting a far bigger porn addiction than anything I'd had previously...it was really my main sexual outlet, outside of the posts and reads on here. Turns out to not be the healthiest addiction out there, and has been a hard one to kick. Over time, though, a funny thing happened... After a while, I found myself spending way too much time on the various tube sites (before some were shut down, or had their content massively purged). As time went on, I found my interests devolving more and more into the more intense aspects of sex and kink videos....got really into watching spanking/CP vids, "home intruder" role plays, etc. My own personal thoughts shifting toward those as well....but unfortunately not being in any position to act on any of this. Eventually, though, things started to shift to a sense of normality...and I managed to indulge in some man-to-man action on occasion. It was, well... ...mediocre, to say the least. Without going into too many specifics, I had a mix of top encounters and bottom ones. Nothing particularly bad; just "meh..." Not to say that the guys were of poor quality; I just felt like I wasn't able to really connect and get into the moment as easily as I used to. I did the first thing many of us would do in those situations and immediately thought that it was something wrong with me. I wasn't good enough, my body wasn't good enough, my technique was no longer good enough - all of those negative emotions that come far too easily. After a few lacklustre experiences, I threw in the towel. I decided against meeting up for any play for a few months until I was able to get into a better mental space. That turned out to be a Pandora's box of emotions, though. All of that negativity came washing back, and created this constant feedback loop that didn't serve to make me feel any better about myself. Eventually, though, that started to turn. While, yes, I do still have those remnants of negativity swashing around my brain, a funny thing happened. I realised that all the time away from mindless action made me think about what it really is that I wanted from my sexual encounters....a deep connection. I'm not saying that I have to fall in love with the man on top of me (or beneath me), but have that kind of intimate, non-verbal desire that is present from that initial moment and building all the way through to the intense climax. Nowadays, when a guy messages me to tell me how many loads he has and if I want to contribute more - I just don't engage. Same goes for guys messaging me to bottom for them, but demand I be blindfolded and pre-loaded - just not my thing any longer. If it's not eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body action, it just doesn't stir any desire within me. As a result, the volume of responses I get on the various sites and apps has dropped considerably. While that may sound disheartening, it doesn't really bother me much in reality. Basically, I'd rather wait for a good experience, rather than just the next one. So, yeah...I feel that the seeming trend of cumdumping, gangbanging, and H-n-H sessions just isn't my scene and that I've become a bit of a minority among the bareback brotherhood. There are times where I wonder if I'm alone in this, though I know that's likely not the case. Looking forward to hearing others thoughts and stories here. Bit of a long post from me, but I know through my years on this community that this has been a safe space for me to talk about these sorts of things.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mj3FXiw22Ue4 wow hot fuck and breed, sign me up for this top!

I'd suggest not ever supplying your face pic in the future, too many sexstortionists on-line these days.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lgA0l2vFWX6o Hot Scene! Wonder which Raging Stallion vid this is.....

Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?

Just got home from taking 3 loads… first was this hot 20-something jock with a nice cock. Opened the door to his apt naked and stroking. Dropped to my knees and started sucking on his cock; which was drooling delicious precum. Less then a min later he had me ass up on the couch and was jack-hammering my cunt and blew a massive load in me. in heat now, I got back on Sniffies and a guy a couple miles away needed a quick pump and dump hole. I get there to find the address is a hotel. He gives me a room number and tells me to come in and get ass up. I do as instructed. Turns out he’s staff and it’s an unbooked room. I suck him to get him hard, then he moved behind me to and takes his turn a breeding my cunt. Of course I’m not satisfied with two loads, so I’m sitting in my vehicle in the parking lot looking for my next sperm doner and the hotel guy ends up messaging me again. He wants to breed again. Same deal. Round two. He fucked a little harder the second time and left it in till he got soft. Not to bad for an impromptu Thursday night slut session.

Damn... grindr here sucks... nothing but scammers and flakes... Wish it was better...

I have had this happen. Met a guy on Grindr. We met at my place, quickly got naked, and before I knew it his tool was pressed against my hole unwrapped. I wasn't about to let this go, so I pushed back on him taking him in me raw. No mention of status or using rubbers.

I totally agree. As a true bottom I understand that when I let a top put his dick in me raw he’s going to shoot his load in my guts. It would be totally unrealistic for a bottom to expect a different outcome no matter what discussion preceded the penetration. If a bottom is not ready to take a load he should just forego taking raw dick. Period.

If a bottom lets me in bare, there is really no way that I won't cum in him. It's just too irresistible. Usually by the time we've been fucking and I'm ready to cum, they're too horny to want me to pull out anyway. Those that are still saying "pull out before you cum" while we're fucking usually get at least one spurt inside before I pull out and shoot the rest on their body.

For me, not quite an absolute requirement, but very close. Love me some good kissing!

Some black chocolate messaged me this morning on Grindr saying we meet last summer at pride event and he was in town on an "in and out" business trip, flight at 3pm. Sorry for the late notice but he had a two hrs to burn and wanted to know If was available... told my boss I was feeling a possible fever and want to take a lunch and finish my day remotely. Hmmm, a delicious cock & balls and a man who knows "how to fuck" was just what the doctor ordered. Typing this with the taste still in my mouth and his load deep in my freshly used ass.

Thanks. xxx

more soon, I promise

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - New shop assistant The next morning Sam skipped lectures again and came straight to the shop and put on his uniform - just jockstraps. During the day, he sold fetish clothes, dildos, butt plugs, whips and penis rings to men of different ages. Almost everyone wanted to test their purchases before making a purchase decision in the fitting room, and Sam was eager to help them with that. Already at noon, Sam's hole was already well opened and slippery. When Sam squatted down to take something from the lower shelves, fresh drops of cum oozed from the hole. In the afternoon, Jonas came to the store straight from school. George had promised to consider organizing a private event for 20-year-old Jonas. George had said that he only organizes them for employees, so Jonas would have to work at the store to earn the event. Jonas had promised to work as an unpaid sales trainee. George gave to Jonas the same jockstraps that Sam was wearing. Your most important job is sales promotion and customer service. Your task is to enrich the customer's imagination so that he buys as many different products as possible. "I'm sure a lot of customers want to test products with you, so you better be well prepared. Have you cleaned yourself up inside today," asked George. "Yes I am. My boyfriend fucked me in the morning," said Jonas. "Good, so you already have sperm in your hole, so no artificial lube needed," replied George encouragingly. "No, we used a condom," said Jonas. Between the shelves, Sam showed what can be found on each shelf and how to use different sex tools. Sam also tried to gently hint to Jonas that not all men might want to wear rubber. He didn't dare to say directly that none of the men had ever even mentioned the use of rubber. Soon the boys heard that the store's front door opened, meaning a new customer had entered the store. Sam showed Jonas an example of how to treat customers. Jonas followed silently from the sidelines. Sam greeted the man who had come to find himself some new jocks and lube. Sam first introduced the jocks and then Sam suggested the man a lubricant that mimics real sperm. Sam also suggested other products to the man, such as penis rings and anal spreaders. In the end, the man had chosen the products and said he still wanted to fit Jock straps. Sam led the man into the fitting booth and closed the curtain behind him. Jonas was left alone between the shelves. After maybe 15 minutes, the front door opened again and a muscular and tall man, clearly over 60 years old, entered the shop. He told Jonas that he was looking for a new leather harness. Jonas led the man to the fetish clothing section and started presenting the options. The man quickly found a model that pleased him. The man also wanted to look at leather jockstraps and asked Jonas which model was the hottest from Jonas. Jonas showed jocks with a big zippered pouch on the front. The man said it was the right choice. I'll take those too. Jonas remembered that he also always has to try to sell the customer something else, so he asked if the man would be interested in buying handcuffs as well. The handcuffs were the first thing that caught his eye from the fetish shelf. "Well, I'm really interested," said the man enthusiastically. It was Jonas's turn to lead the man to the fitting room. On the way there, he saw that Sam had led his own customer to the counter to cash out. After about ten minutes, the man who led Jonas to the dressing room came to George and Sam at the sales counter and brought the harness, jock straps and handcuffs to the counter. I'll buy these. You have a really smart new salesman here, said the man to George. When the man had left, Jonas also arrived at the counter. Jonas told George and Sam that the man had handcuffed Jonas to the radiator's water pipe and fucked him roughly with a raw cock. And finally injected the sperm directly into Jonas's guts. The man hadn't asked at all where Jonas wanted the sperm or if he could go in raw. Jonas had thought that in customer service work he could not question the customer's choices. But now he has a stranger's sperm in his ass for the first time in his life and it feels confusing. Sam wanted to correct that it wasn't the first time, because yesterday he had slipped the butt plug first in his own hole, which already had several men's sperm inside it. So yesterday, along with the butt plug, at least small amounts of unknown men's sperm had already moved into Jonas's ass. George wanted to stop the sperm discussion and stated that Jonas had done exactly the right thing. The man had made the most expensive purchase of the day so far. Jonas has proven his own commitment to customer service, so George promoted Jonas from trainee to sales assistant on the very first day.

I’ll be in town at Inn Leather at the end of the month for a couple of nights. I see that SLAMMERS 321 will be hosting CUMUNION while I’m there and thought I’d check it out. Wanted to ask anyone who has gone their thoughts on the place.

That was a chapter even Anne Rice would have been pleased to have written.

I would not worry. If that individual stated he was of legal age, and if fact was not, he is the one in trouble. A friend of mine went through this kind of extortion in California and when he told him he had screen shots of every conversation they had the kid backed down. I don't blame Ginder ,they can only do so much, and I certainly wouldn't cast the blame on you because he stated he was of legal age. These punks think because a guy is over 30 or 40 or whatever is going to hand over money for fear of being turned into law enforcement need a wake up call. Call their bluff, ask them what their parents would think, their classmates, the police who file the report. They are in fact filing a false police report if they claim they told you they were underage when a screen shot or something on your phone proves otherwise. They will back down quickly.

It's only quite recently that CumUnion has been held at Slammer as well as the Clubhouse !! over in Oakland Park. I live much closer to Slammer, so that's where I go on most weekends. The OP tubs is a bit of a drive away, but it has it's charms too. Since you're staying at Inn Leather, Slammer won't be much of a drive for you. Straight up US1 (aka NE 4th Ave, at that point), turn W at NE 4th St, or NE 6th St, go a couple of blocks West to Andrews Ave (0 hundred E/W), turn North for a few blocks to Sunrise Blvd (1000 N), and turn West 3 blocks to Slammer. There are 3 large square electrically lit signs( maybe yellowish?, but I don't see colors all that well), each with a 3, a 2, or a 1, on the North side of Sunrise, as you drive West, announcing to one and all that you're there. The parking lots are fenced, guarded by off duty cops (some of whom are gay, so give them a buck or two). Slammer is only 3 blocks West of Andrews, so get in the right hand lane of Sunrise (as you're driving West) asap; the car-entrance comes up quickly. Then, just come in and jump onto the pile of writhing, Breeding men with the rest of us !!! As to Inn Leather, tons of locals buy day-passes and go down there - it can be as much fun as Slammer-with-sunshine. There are "classier" guesthouses over in Wilton Manors, but none as much fun as I.L. No bs over at Inn Leather ... just plenty of guys Breeding each other.

This is a great story- well actually it is Fucking Hot!! and while I would love to read another chapter … I will also enjoy imagining multiple next chapters on my own

If a bottom is Safe Sex Only, not a match. Find the 1 or 2 Safe Bottoms while the 20+ Bareback bottoms will beg for your load.

It depends on a lot of things for me. If I'm really turned on or it's a cheating session then I typically can't hold back the first one. If it's relaxed then I can last around an hour. I usually edge myself for 2-3 hours at a time so I think that's given me better timing control. Plus, once I feel my warm cum slick things up inside the bottom, it makes me harder to just keep going for round 2 and that goes as long as I want it to.

I have been very active for the last 3 years and I had G and C once each for about the first 2 years. In the last year, I have been much more of a cumslut, I have had G three times and just had G and C together right after having G. The good news is treatment in metro Detroit is $5 for full testing and treatment is free. But embarassed to keep going back and always recently have STI's. Today is my seventh day of Doxycyclin Hyclate for C and already planning taking loads tomorrow. Can't stop. And when I get one load in me all I want is more and more. Leave my hole drooling with loads. So I try to be as careful as possible but I guess STI's are risk. I'm on prep so HIV ok so far. Definitely not a chaser....no shame though. Btw, I thought the use of doxycycline as prophalactic sounded really smart. I would totally take that before a night of T and breeding. Can you get it OTC in US?

That really depends on whether you're asking about a neg person pausing their HIV Prep or a poz person interrupting their HIV ART, @WantingBB If we're speaking about pausing your prep and restarting it that shouldn't render the medication ineffective in the future. Bear in mind though that until you start your Prep up again you won't be protected against HIV if you have bare sex. If a poz person interrupts their ART there are several negatives. Among others the viral load will increase and the infection will progress. That might lead to life-threatening consequences. Additionally as the virus multiplies one has the risk of mutations leading to drug resistance. Therefore it's not recommended to take a planned break from their therapy. If unplanned interruptions occur due to e.g. illness or severe toxicity to the medication these pauses should be kept as short as possible and/or alternative treatment be tried. Generally speaking it's inadvisable to interrupt your ART without close medical monitoring. For an overview of the topic have a look at [think before following links] https://www.poz.com/basics/hiv-basics/hiv-treatment-interruptions

If a bottom tells a top to stop, and the top does not. At that point it is no longer consensual. I'm sorry but this shitty way of thinking that a sub/bottom must not ever tell a top to stop and to not pull out is ridiculous. Stop means stop.

I used to meet with a younger top years ago, told me he was of age. I still remember the first time; He snunk over one Saturday lunchtime, I was expecting a shy lad with an average cock, what I got was a dominant top with an 8" monster who bent me over and bred me.

Damn. I hope he gets knocked up.

I can feel my arse clenching as i read this thread! Keep it in and absorb it but i also like the feeling a little later as some slips out and runs down my legs inside my panrs as I move about

Same here.

I had never felt anything like this before. I was completely letting go while also craving more and more sex. If I hadn’t been blindfolded still, I probably would’ve sent lusty looks through absentminded eyes. I would’ve let whoever was handling me and feeding me how much more I wanted. There was still this little voice inside of me saying that I was stupid. That I shouldn’t let a random stranger that I hadn’t even seen just feed me unknown substances. That I had to work the next day, that I was so fucked up, and that I didn’t even know what time it was. Was it 6PM Sunday? 2AM Monday? I was thinking that maybe my time for my room was up and they would kick me out. But I also thought that it was too late to care at that point. I had let him do whatever he wanted to me and that there was no turning back for me. ”Look at you, all fucked up. Look at your book all drenched in sweat. Gonna keep you here all night, boy” I heard while I was still being fucked. The burning sensation had gone. I was just feeling the heat, overwhelming my whole body. I heard a knock on the door, which was probably still wide open as I didn’t hear it getting opened before I heard “Time’s up for your room man!” ”I’ll be right up!” I heard. “Don’t move boy, I’ll be right back.” he added. “You guys can enjoy” as the sound of his steps vanished. I didn’t hear the sound of the door closing, it was still open, a dick took its place inside my sloppy hole, and a moan from a different voice I hadn’t heard before. I was mentally calculating that I had rented the room for 6 hours, which meant that it was 11PM. I realized it was my room, but that my handler was going to pay for the extension to keep me here. The little voice came back. He was going to pay for me to stay. He was going to get more control over me. That thought scared me a bit and I thought I should get out of here. But I was fooling myself. I was so fucked up, I wasn’t going anywhere. I realized I probably couldn’t even have walked two steps without tripping just to go to the bathroom. I realized there was nothing to do besides just letting go and just tighten my hole to show the stranger fucking I wanted his load. He obliged after a few minutes and shot his cum deep inside. “That’s beautiful” I heard. It was the voice of my handler. “I paid for another 12 hours, we have all night.”

I’m 100% Vers so for the times I too I think to myself, this smooth boy pussy feels so good wrapped around my curved cock. I then pull out, and ask the bottom to push his pussy lips out, I’m thinking what’s the pussyhole gonna say to me…. I truly think, I’m giving this boy so much pleasure….

As you should be. Therefore, by all means get on PReP. It's your body, it's your future, so protect both by protecting yourself. You'll pick up bugs along the way, of course, but they're treatable. No one else lives in your body but you - which means you get to make the rules about it; not anyone else. And then, line them up around the block and take oceans of Sperm up that hot Hole !!!

Just an update on how I went. on the 21st I did what was suggested and go into the dark room arse up. I got fucked by at least 10 guys and got 2 loads from 5pm until 10pm. I had a break and when back at it from midnight until 2am, I lost count how many guys fucked me, I got a further 2 loads. I knees got sore, so I went for a walk. I found a knock around the corner from the main porn room, there was a few older men watching a guy get fucked, I joined him and he and I were fucked by 6 men between us. I got another load. called it quits by around 4am. I went the follow Sunday (someone said Sunday arvo were good. he wasn't wrong). From 3pm I was in the dark room and I was fucked by at least 20 guys and got 6 loads. Unfortunately, I had to leave early for a flight. I'm planning on doing a full weekend, next time I am there. LOVED IT!

I think it depends on the top as well. I am a well used bottom. My cunt is not right at all. Some guys have a hard time breeding me because of that. Some guys get really turned on by it and cum quick. Other factors may be if I have cum already in me, if I am at a sex club vrs one on one or if he has already cum in someone else. At the end of the day I just want to be the receptacle he uses to put his precious gift in.

Part 2 The next few days were boring. Just some corporate profile pictures at some downtown office. The receptionist was hot and friendly thought. She gave me her Tiktok. I don’t have a phone. I barely afford my rent share with dad, a phone was definitely out of question. So I pretended I forgot it. On Friday, we spend the day at the studio cleaning the lens and other stuff. By 2, we were done. Leo invited me for a beer, but I had to decline as I did not have any money and pay day was only the following week. - You’re broke? No pocket change at all? - No, I reply blushing. In fact, I was wondering if I can get an advance, my rent is due Monday. Leo squinted at me for few seconds which made me blushing even more. I am sure my cheeks went crimson. - Why didn’t you say so? With that, he pulled out a roll of money and handed me $800 cash. This is for your week. - Euh… Really… thank you. I really appreciate it… I don’t want to sound ungrateful but shouldn’t it be 840$? - It should, but let say its to cover the interests. A problem? I just shook my head. I would have to manage carefully between pay days, I thought. *** The bar was only two doors down from the studio. You had to know it was there as there was no external sign. If you’d look carefully, there was an “open” neon in the window which seems to be turned on the low dim. The waitress was pretty skinny and had some charms for her. A lot of make-up, blond hair, high heels which cause her to arch her back, indecently accentuating a pair of breasts ready to pop out of her bra. - Is this a new one Leo? she asked with a faintly lisp. - Yep - Are you going to keep him this time? Leo look at her, than me. - Maybe - Maybe? I retorqued. I hope he was not considering firing me yet. - Well, he has a lot of potential and soon he might move on in a different path. A different path? With no college degree, no money, a whore as a dad, I don’t know how I could land on a more profitable job. - I will for sure follow his career. She left with our order, but not before giving me a wink and a finger at the corner of her mouth. I might stick around and score some pussy tonight. Or at least get my cock sucked. I adjusted myself down there. Leo was grinning at me. - She might not be your type, you know, but what ever your type is. Just saying. The bar was filling up with older and biker-gang guys grouping around the pool tables. We chit chat about anything as we drank our beer slowly. - I haven’t mentioned it before because I am not sure you would be ready, but since you seem short on money… I have a gig all day tomorrow and I can use some help. - All day? That meant $168. - It would pay you double. - I’m in, I blurt out immediately. My mind racking with all this extra money. Maybe I would be able to afford a new couch? Who knows? - Deal, then. Be at the studio at 6 tomorrow morning. Leo took a crisp twenty to pay the waitress. She waited for Leo to exit the bar. - Follow me. As soon as I enter the small room behind her, the waitress dealt with my belt and fished out my cock which went from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. Fuck! I had few girls that went down on me, but this one was a keeper for sure. Best blow job ever. The sad thing about it is it was over too soon. She gave a small peck on my lips - See you soon, I hope, and went back serving the patrons. - Euh, yeah I would like that… Eh what’s your name? - Around here, they called me Prissy. I went home smiling like a guy that just won a million dollars.

Dayuum. Hope the asses are good, because that dick was made for breeding. I could never understand a guy getting fucked by your dick and not wanting it raw and not wanting your load. I've been fucked by (I lost count) but it has to be well over 1000 black guys. I'm lucky because anywhere I've ever been, clubs, bathhouses, etc, I mostly get hit on by black guys. Even now, at 56, I get fucked by a lot of black guys in their 20s and 30s.

If my makeup isn't ruined and I'm crying and begging you to stop it wasn't hard enough.

It's funny, my experience: Berlin, one night with 11 loads and at the very least, a fuck a night over 8 days. Returned home to Toronto a while later (other trips that pushed ym time away to 3+ weeks) and got tested, nothing. Fucked maybe 6 or 7 guys over the next three months and I got Lady Sif, chlamydia and Gono.

Chapter 2 As I entered, there were no lights. It was pitch black. I stopped for a moment and one of the guys told me to keep it moving, along with hands on my shoulders pushing forward. I couldn’t see anything. I stopped after taking only a few steps inside and felt the hands being removed. As I turned around, I saw the door closing, shutting out the light from the street lamps. I heard several locks turning. I could see nothing. No one. It then was silence for what seemed like several minutes. I was really beginning to freak out. At first I whispered and then increasingly spoke the same question, “hello”? No response. A dim light appeared from above barely showing a small stool beneath. The light wasn’t bright enough to see even the walls of this place. I didn’t move. A deep, masculine, matter of fact in tone type voice came from the darkness. He said, “You are here because you said you were into partying and playing with us. We play and party hard. Bet you like it hard. Real hard. Take off everything and get naked. Put all your stuff on the floor next to the stool. Do it now.” I was buzzed, no doubt. The voice was sexy. I was spun. I slowly walked towards the stool, removing what little I was wearing. Now completely naked, I stood there waiting. “Turn around. On the wall there are items you are to put on. Best be quick about it!” came the voice from the darkness. Sure enough, as I turned around, there was a wall dimly lit that had several items hanging on it: a black leather jock strap, an odd looking cockring, harness, wrist and angle restraint straps, and blindfold. It was difficult putting this all on in almost complete darkness. As I did, my mind began to race with questions. Then it hit me. Some ten years before, I was trying to find my niche as far as the type of bar or club I wanted to frequent. It became clear pretty quickly that I was attracted to the leather bar because of the hot, masculine, leather clad men usually there. It was there that I met a guy named Bob. It was early during my coming out. I didn’t know how to act. Was totally inexperienced with men. And it showed. Bob introduced himself one evening I was there. He made it clear that he wasn’t trying to fuck me, he just thought I could use a little help. We drank, talked, laughed, and drank some more. Over the next couple weeks we became friends and still are to this day. He had told me that there were “leather men meets” all around, that one was coming up not too far and asked if I wanted to go. I agreed. We checked into the hotel, unpacked and got ready to head out to the host bar for the leather meet event. I had no leather and had put on a white t-shirt, a pair of worn levi’s, jockstrap, and black work boots. My ass looked boomin in my jeans. Bob came out of the bathroom and asked if that was what I was wearing. When I told him yes, he began shaking his head saying how stupid he was for not thinking about it beforehand. “This is a leather meet. The key word being leather.” Then he said for me not to worry. That with my hot little bod I could get away going shirtless. I freaked out. I had never been to any club or anywhere public shirtless. He calmed me down as we began to smoke a joint. I smoked weed many times before – but this time, the weed was super strong and had a weird taste to it. I coughed several times. Bob laughed and picked on me a bit. I told him the weed was the strongest and oddest tasting weed I had ever smoked. Bob said that was because it was realllllllly good shit and it was spiked with something that would make me feel better. He then produced two shot glasses, one more full than the other, and a can of coke for each of us. He handed the smaller shot to me and said, “cheers!!” We clanged the shot glasses together and drank them. It was awful. Unlike any alcohol I had ever tasted. My facial expressions told the story. Bob laughed again and said it was G. It would make me feel even better. Some time passed and I was feeling better. A LOT better. I was also very warm. And was feeling more horned up by the minute. We smoked another joint and headed out walking to the host bar that was just a couple blocks from our hotel. As we got closer to the bar, I noticed more and more men clad in leather gear around the area. I kept touching my nipple through my t-shirt. My dick stirred inside my jock and my hole felt like it was buzzing. Twitching. We got to the entrance of the bar where there was this very tall, super hot man in black boots, chaps, a bulge that wouldn’t quit, hardness, vest, and hat. He smiled at Bob, took his ticket, and stepped aside to let him in. I presented my ticket and his smile turned to a crazed like look. “This is a private leather event. I see your ticket. I don’t see leather. You can’t come in.” I looked beyond him to the door and Bob was standing on the other side of the door talking with some guys he must have known. “Will this make a difference?”, I asked as I took off my t-shirt, turned around and bent over untying my boot laces and stood back up. The bouncer was smiling a shit eating grin and said, “that will do just fine. Just keep the shirt off.” As I walked past him he grabbed my ass. Inside, I was blown away. Men everywhere. Leather of all types. Men wearing only jockstraps and boots. In the distance, I could see a guy getting fucked. The music was blaring. The smell of men, sweat, leather and sex was intoxicating. I was high. Horned. Like a kid in a candy store. I was also nervous as fuck and it took a few drinks and time for me to chill – getting used to my ass being grabbed or slapped and my nips getting tweaked. The place was huge. It was on two floors. Bob and I had walked around and saw all the different booths, bar stations, and more men playing than I had ever seen before. Time flew by. It was about 30 minutes before night one was to close and we were getting another drink when the bartender motioned for Bob. The two talked for a bit – all the while looking in my direction. Bob then walked over to me and said that he was a bit shocked. He went on to say that he was a bit jealous and how lucky I was. As we walked away from the bar, Bob told me that we needed to goto the bar’s leather shop. He said that the attendant there would be waiting for us – actually me. Bob said that there was a gift for me there from someone unknown. I was curious for sure. We entered the shop and the attendee immediately greeted us, then grabbed my hand and began walking towards the dressing room area with me in tow. Once there, he went on to say that a very generous and very hot man who wished to be anonymous wanted me to have some things. I looked very skeptical. The only catch was that I had to walk out of the shop wearing those gifts and had to agree to have them on whenever I was attending the meet. Before I could say anything, he quickly took some measurements and disappeared. Bob was so excited. I didn’t know what to think. The attendant then returned with a pair of black leather boots, a black leather jock strap having thin straps, a half harness, arm band and boy cap. I freaked. I would be almost naked! I looked at Bob. He said I should do it. I would be crazy to pass this up. “Shots!” screamed the bartender that had been talking to Bob moments before. “Drink up – on the house!” There were 4 shots, 2 of one color and 2 of another. “One of each color, gentlemen”. We downed our shots. I took Bob aside and expressed my nervousness. My fears. And then something happened. I stopped talking to Bob, turned to the attendant and said, “fuck yeah. It’ll be hot!” Pulled off my jeans and other stuff and put on the items the attendant gave me. “WOW”, Bob said. “Look at yourself in the mirror! Holy fucking shit! And that ass!” I moved to the mirror. For the first time in my life, be it the shots, drug shots, weed, whatever, I stood there and complimented myself as to how hot I really did look. There weren’t as many men in the bar as we left the shop. The last call announcement came. We went to the bathroom and I went into one of the stalls and shut the door. Bob headed to the urinals. I finished pissing and put my now almost hard dick back inside the jockstrap when I began to wonder how I was going to get back to the hotel dressed like I was? The bathroom stall door suddenly opened. A towering man built like a brick shit house forced himself inside the stall and closed the door behind him. He easily stood at 6’4”. Dark hair, light hair on his muscular pecs behind a harness, a small trail down his 6 pack into chaps where I could plainly see a couple inches of his dick popping up through. “Don’t say anything. Turn around,, now”. I hesitated. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and smacked my jockstrapped bared ass hard. “Spread your legs and step forward” he said as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me towards the wall. “Give me your left arm”, as he grabbed my left wrist and brought my arm behind me placing my hand on his dick. “Play with my dick while I stick you”. I had no idea what he meant. Did he mean he was going to fuck me? “Put your right arm upwards – hand on the wall – and don’t move”. I didn’t understand. I heard some rustling and then a rubber tube wrapped around my right bicep, followed by wet feeling, then a prick, then the rube removed. And then BAM! I uncontrollably coughed hard several times. My vision blurred. Warmth all over my body. My dick got rock hard and I was pumping out pre-cum like crazy. My hole was on fire. My legs got weak. I let go of his dick and started to slump down as he wrapped his huge arms around me to hold me up – while fingering my nips. I moaned. He moaned. He licked and nibbled my neck and ears as he pressed his body against mine. I was sweating like crazy. “Put your hands on the wall and don’t move”, he said as he quickly backed up a bit and then bent down, slipped both his hands between my legs and spread them as he lifted my lower body off the ground. I was hanging in front of him and started to squirm like crazy when I felt my hole being tongue teased. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, teased all around it, and repeated this. My dick was so hard. I was higher than I had ever been in my life. I started to say, “fuck me. Fuck me1 Pound my hole! Please!” I got louder each time. I needed dick. I wanted it so bad. He turned us around in the stall, then opened the door and continued eating my hole as he walked out the bathroom and into the bar. I couldn’t make out anyone or much else. He stopped eating my hole and said to someone, “takin this one with me” and we went out the door. At first I began to freak out a bit wondering how that looked with him eating my ass as we walked out the door. Then I didn’t care. Suddenly everything stopped. I was set down onto my feet for a moment. I started to bring my head up when I first heard a sliding door open and then felt myself being pushed inside a van. “On your back, arms up. NOW”, he said. I felt my wrists being secured above my head as I lay on the cold metal van floor. A ball gag was put over my head and into my mouth. “Just to be sure you don’t get crazy and start screaming”, he said. “Spread your legs”, he said and I felt something first touching, then quickly being pushed inside my hole. It burned. It also didn’t pop out. I figured it was some kind of butt plug. He then closed the door, got in the driver’s seat and began driving. I was fighting inside with anger, fear, unreal horniness, and a hole aching to get filled. “I know you’re a bit spun, but that’s how I like my boys and my boys like to be. Bob said you weren’t experienced with party drugs and I love bringing party virgins to the dark side. You got the look, bod, and butt boy – knew it as soon as you put on the leathers I set up for you. Relax. We got about a half hour drive.” My hole was now twitching around the butt plug. It was pressing against my prostrate. Zzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz My body shot up as this wild feeling repeated deep inside my hole. The pattern changed every minute or so. It was driving me crazy. I was uncontrollably moaning. I could see his bright blue eyes in the rear view mirror looking at me – like I was dinner or something. He smiled a smirk from time to time as he looked back at me from time to time. I could see him stroking his dick as his right arm flexed and his hand moved up and down every so often. The vibrations were getting more intense – very intense. “You liken that boy? Got the controller right here – Bluetooth is amazing! Bet I should turn it up some, eh?” OMG! It almost felt like the butt plug was fucking me. The vibrations made it move inside me. My dick was so damn hard. My nips were standing on end. I was sweating bullets. Moaning like crazy. My balls ached. My dick wanted to shoot but the vibrations were so intense against my prostate I couldn’t cum. “Aint that a bitch? Wanna cum so bad, right? NOT gonna happen!”, he said and increased the intensity. I was squirming. Kept feeling like I was gonna blow all over and was kept in that feeling for most of the ride to wherever he was taking me. “You were injected with tina in the bathroom. It’s called a slam. A dart. I gave you .40. A little more than what I start most with, but I had to move quicker cause the bar was closing. The shots you had are ghb. Once we get there, you will be untied and then tied again with your hands behind your back. We will go inside and you will be put into my sling. Your wrists and ankles will be restrained. You will be given more ghb and another slam. This time, it will be stronger. And then we play.” A few minutes later, the buzzing stopped. The van stopped. As I was told what were the next steps happened. The tube, the prick, removal of the tube, and BAM! Holy fucking shit! The rush was so intense as he turned the vibrating butt plug on higher than before. He laughed. I gyrated. The sling swung. Then I was empty. The butt plug removed – replaced by his tongue teasing, tongue darting without mercy in and out of my hole. He again played with my nips as he ate my hole. I screamed behind the gag. My breathing got harder. I couldn’t stop bucking my hips. My dick hurt it was so hard. My balls ached like never before. And then I burst. My dick began throbbing as it pumped my balls and shot rope after rope of my cum across my stomach, onto my chest and face. I had never cum without jerking off, getting head, or getting jerked off. I couldn’t believe this could happen. It felt so fucking good. I collapsed, unmoving as my dick continued to dry throb, my hole trying to grip dick – feeling so empty and screaming to be filled. He stood up. I hadn’t seen him remove his chaps. Between my legs, barely able to fit his dick in his hand as he stroked what looked to be at least 10 inches of thick cut cock, I looked into his eyes and just nodded my head. In an instant, he fed my hole balls deep with his dick. I screamed in pain and pleasure. He stepped forward holding onto the chains and thrust forward several times. Punching through my inner ring. It hurt. He then stepped back and pulled out entirely and began shaking his head. “Looks like you can’t take my dick, boy”, he said as he walked out of the room. I tried to shout for him to come back. Beg him to fuck my hole. Some minutes later I heard footsteps approaching the room. He walked in, his dick looking harder than when he left. He opened a box on a table, pulled out some lube, stroked his dick a few times, put his hand back into the box and then sprinkled his dick with tina. A real super evil grin on his face as he walked back towards me he said, “I don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t take my dick. That’s up to you”. He stood between my legs, spread wide, high and tied to the sling, reached forward with both hands and grabbed onto my neck as he literally impaled me balls deep with one stroke. He then pummeled my ass full length as deep and as hard as he could. “CUM boy! Shoot your load!” he commanded. He pounded harder. “I said CUM boy! CUM NOW!” He kept one hand gripping my neck and began slapping my ass with the other with each stroke. “CUM BITCH!” he screamed as he then short jackhammered my hole. Again, in my shock, my dick began pumping streams of my cum onto my face and chest. He began to groan and moan deep guttural sounds as he blew deep inside my hole. I could feel his dick throbbing and dumping his seed as my hole gripped and stroked his dick. He slammed and fucked me that entire weekend. We never went back to the leather meet. “HEY WHITE BOY!” came the voice from the dark, louder, stronger, more commanding – bringing me back to reality as I stood there still putting on the items left for me.

A major league baseball player. That’s as far as I’ll say

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.