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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 9 - Sam and Jonas's after work After about an hour, Jonas came upstairs. Jonas's cock was standing hard in the pouch of the jockstraps and in the pouch was a big wet patch of precum that had flowed from Jonas's cock. George asked Jonas to show him what Jonas's hole looked like now. Jonas leaned forward and Sam spread his hands over Jonas's buttocks. "Beautiful. A very beautiful young poz cum hole. Just the way a young boy's hole should be, gaping and full of hot cum," continued George. Sam noticed that Jonas was clearly confused and remembered his own confusion after Sunday's toxic gangbang. Would you like to go out for a drink with me today after work, Sam suggested to Jonas. "That could be nice," replied Jonas. In the evening, Jonas and Sam sat at the back table of a nearby gay bar. Sam had beer in front of him and Jonas had white wine. "How are you?" Sam asked Jonas. "Pretty good. I'm a little confused about what's happened this week. I've always been a safe sex guy and now this week I've voluntarily let strangers breed me. Today I'm giving a 10 poz man seed in my ass. I've realized that I enjoy collecting loads. Even today I would have been disappointed if each of the men hadn't squirted inside me," said Jonas sheepishly. "I'm worried about how Archie will take this. I haven't told him anything yet. We've never even talked about other men in our relationship. I guess we've had the basic assumption that our relationship is monogamous. We've used condoms all along, although neither of us have had the a few encounters before dating. And safely too. I'm afraid Archie will be mad when he hears that I've let men I don't know use my unprotected ass. I can't even imagine telling him I've known men to be poz," Jonas continued his monologue. "I've always thought that I'm versatile, but now just the thought of someone cumming me makes me hard. None of the men who fucked me today were interested in my cock at all. They just wanted to empty loads inside me. My cock is rock hard again", continued Jonas. During Jonas's monologue, Sam had been flirting with the boy couple at the next table. Both boys looked to be in their early twenties and Sam encouraged them to join them. The boys moved to Jonas and Sam's table. They introduced themselves to each other. The couple were German tourists on their first night in town. Eric and Peter had come for a week and booked a hotel room in the gay part of town and were curious to hear what kind of nightlife was available. Sam said that there is anything on offer. A lot depends on what Eric and Peter are looking for. In fact, Jonas and he work in the industry, so they know quite a bit about the possibilities. "It all depends on how naughty you like to play," said Sam to the boys. "The naughtier the better," laughed Eric and Peter. Sam told Eric and Peter what they think about the fact that both Sam and Jonas have been inseminated by several men recently today. "Jonas started serving men in the afternoon right after school and he has well over 10 different men's sperm in him right now. About an hour ago, 10 men gangbanged Jonas's unprotected hole raw. Is that naughty enough from Eric and Peter," asked Sam. Both Eric and Peter stared wide eyed at Jonah and Sam. "Really hot, but neither of us are in prep, so we haven't thought about that ourselves," said Eric. "Neither of us are. But I notice that the thought at least turns Peter on," said Jonas, hungrily pointing at the clearly enlarged bulge in Peter's pants. Sam touched Eric's bulge sitting next to him and said that "it looks like we're rock hard here too". Both Germans admitted that Jonas and Sam's sperm holes turned them on a lot. Sam suggested that they and Jonas could continue the evening in the Germans' hotel room if they wanted to. Already in the hotel elevator, Peter stuck his tongue in Sam's mouth and Eric kissed Jonas. In the room in half a minute all four were naked and Sam and Jonas climbed onto the bed on all fours. Eric explored Sam's cum hole and Peter Jonas. The German boys rimmed Sam and Jonas's holes. Finally, they both placed their hot throbbing cocks in the boys' holes and pushed them inside. The Germans changed holes and fucked more. They said about how good it felt to be inside well seeded holes. The pace quickened and both of them emptied their loads, panting in their bottoms holes. Very quickly both Germans got on their backs on the bed, raised their legs towards the ceiling and said it was their turn. Jonas quickly climbed behind Peter and lubed his cock and shoved it into Peter's ass. Sam had never fucked anyone, so it took him a bit longer than Jonas. Soon Sam's cock was also balls deep in Eric's ass. Sam and Jonas fucked a German couple raw. Soon both of them got their first loads of sperm in their lives. Sam and Jonas also climbed on the bed to cuddle together with Eric and Peter. After a little rest, they continued to fuck again and again.

PART FOUR "Congratulations on your first blowbang!" Seth exclaimed. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. I was definitely ashamed of what I'd done but the idea I'd made so many guys cum was certainly a turn-on as well even if it was something I didn't plan on doing again. "There's some stuff on the bench to your right if you want it." Looking over, I saw a bottle of poppers next to a big glass of water. I could still taste cum in my mouth and throat so I thought the best thing to do was to take a big hit of the poppers and take a long swig of water so what was left in my throat didn't worry me so much. The poppers were making me feel much better about what had happened when I heard Seth, "Now I know you've been through a lot today Cody but we sometimes like to add some extra behind the scenes content to our videos. For another $500 would you be OK with the idea of being fucked on camera?" I had to admit the money was too good to refuse & I was feeling pretty horny again so I quickly agreed. "That's the best news. One of the guys in the scene is one of our regular actors and he really took a shine to you. All the guys you sucked are doing their post-scene interviews now, we'll call them back & they can take you back to the shower area where we film the bonus content. Guys...can you escort Cody here to the bonus room?" There was a loud commotion from a nearby room after Seth yelled that out and there was a rush of at least double figure guys came over to me cheering. They hoisted me on their shoulders & carried me to an area towards the back, followed by the crew. It was pretty funny to be treated like that though a few guys were taking the opportunity to get a good feel of my butt. A few of them took the opportunity to roughly finger me as I was being carried which did hurt but I was kinda too swept up in it all to care too much, one of these guys was going to be fucking me soon anyway! I realised I still had the poppers still in my hand as they took me to a room with a running shower where Seth was waiting with the crew. I took a couple of big hits for some dutch courage as the guys put me into the shower, a couple still pawing inside my arse as they did so. "Well here he is...Cody our first time star! How did you enjoy it?" I smiled as I stood under the running water, "Yeah...it was amazing!" "Did you have a lot of fun?" "Oh yeah....a LOT of fun." "You look like you might want even more fun...can you turn around for me so I can see that arse of yours?" I turned around & gave a little wiggle as I could sense someone moving closer. "Now I've got a feeling that arse feels like it's missing out on the fun. Can you bend over for me so I can check?" With the camera so close on my butt I thought now would be a good time to take another couple of big hits of poppers. I could feel my whole body relaxing as Seth asked, "What do you think?" "That's a hungry faggot arse if ever I've seen one," I heard a familiar voice say as I felt two fingers push deep inside me. I hadn't even heard someone come in! "Mmmm it sure is...I can't wait to get inside it!" I turned around to see who my first partner would be, his fingers still probing deep inside my arse. END OF PART FOUR

**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 5 It was already lunch time and Jeff realized that he was insanely hungry. He got dressed quickly and headed towards the hotel restaurant. The young waiter, about 20 years old, kept winking and smiling at Jeff. When the waiter came to ask Jeff what he wanted to eat, the waiter stood so close to Jeff that Jeff could feel the warmth of the waiter's bulge in his hand. "Actually, I should go to the bathroom. Where's the nearest one," he asked the waiter. The waiter guided Jeff and after a while Jeff was standing in the toilet in front of the urinal. Jeff heard the door behind him open and close. The waiter walked up to Jeff and said he recognized Jeff right away as a Grindr cum hungry slut. He had planned to arrange a meeting after the end of his shift. "But when I saw your pretty face in the restaurant, I realized that I would immediately want to fuck your ass. So show me your candy. Is there any filling now?" demanded the waiter. In a flash, Jeff lowered his pants and revealed his jockstrapped ass to the waiter. "Not here. You're a horny slut.", the waiter said to Jeff and directed Jeff to the booth. At the booth, the waiter bent Jeff over the toilet seat and stuck his tongue in Jeff's hole. "Tasty. How many loads do you have in your hole?" asked the waiter. "Just one from this morning," said Jeff. "Too bad, because I really like sloppy holes," said the waiter. "But I'm sure with that face your hole will never be completely empty" said the waiter thrusting his cock into Jeff's sperm hole. Jeff panted horny. "Fuck my hole and give me your seed. Squirt it deep inside my hole," begged Jeff. Jeff felt the waiter's cock throbbing in his ass. "Come on bitch, take my 3 day seed," growled the waiter. The waiter didn't even slow down and continued pounding Jeff's hole. "I have another load for the pretty slut," whispered the waiter in Jeff's ear. After five minutes of intense fucking, the he squirted another cum load inside Jeff. The waiter pulled up his pants and told Jeff to stay and wait. After five minutes there was a knock on the booth door and Jeff opened the door. Outside stood hotels janitor, a dark-skinned man over 60 years old. The man came into the booth and closed the door behind Jeff. Adam said you let fuck raw. The man started to unbutton his pants and grabbed Jeff's buttocks with one hand. Very quickly the man's thick cock was in Jeff's hole. "Sweet young cum whore's hole," the man moaned. The man fucked Jeff's ass from behind for at least ten minutes and every now and then slapped Jeff's ass hard. "Does your husband know that you're sharing your ass with everyone here at the conference," the man asked, pointing to Jeff's wedding ring. "I'm not gay. I have a wife and three kids," replied Jeff. "You unfaithful married little slut. You let men cum in your unprotected ass and then you go home to your little wife. You slut," the janitor said and roared and emptied his seed into Jeff's ass. Jeff still hadn't eaten anything, but the hunger for cum was greater than the hunger for food.

I was insanely thirsty. I realized I hadn’t drunk anything for hours and the drugs were making my mouth and throat very dry. As the last guy who had shot his load inside me slid out, I managed to say I needed a break to drink. I moved my left hand to pull the blindfold up and started to get myself up but my hand was grabbed right away and I felt another hand pushing me right down on my chest. “Who said you could leave? Stay where you are” I heard from a very authoritative voice. “ I got all you need here” My head was pulled from the back. “Open your mouth” I was ordered as the brim of a glass was pushed to my lips. “Drink, boy” It tasted like juice diluted in water. I was so thirsty I drank it all. I could feel a slightly bitter aftertaste but it was so nice and cold after all those hot hours that I just didn’t pay that much attention. After I had drunk the entire glass, my head was then slowly lowered down to the mattress. “There, just breathe. Rest for a moment”. The drugs were still hitting hard though and I was still rubbing my body continuously, keeping my legs open to show I was still craving cock. “My little whore is still hungry! Let’s give it a few minutes”. ”A few minutes for what?” I thought for a second. But I quickly realized again it was pointless to worry at that point after all the shit I had let him do to me. “The crowd is starting to thin out a bit. I’m gonna fuck a couple more times and have the guys left around here take care of you, then I’ll see what to do with you. You’re not going anywhere for a while anyway.” He was right. I wasn’t even sure where I was half the time. My mind kept going on and off. I was sometimes feeling that my brain was turning itself off for a few minutes and then waking up suddenly. That’s when I realized I was being fucked again. “That sloppy hole of yours is getting me insanely horny boy”. He was thrusting in and out, with cum splashing out and around my hole. He was holding my knees up. I started to feel another rush of heat. I was getting slightly nauseous. I pulled my head back, breathing heavily and moaning loudly. -“I can see the G is starting to work on you. Seems like I can give you anything I want and you won’t even suspect anything or resist.You’re nothing, you’re powerless”. -“Yes, Sir.” His thrusting got more intense, then suddenly stopped. “You almost got me to shoot another load, but I want to save my bullets. I own you tonight boy. And I want to make you mine”.

I just took a load from a grinder hookup. 5"10 5-inch cut fat cock. He came over and started making out with me. We made our way from the door to the bedroom. Once there, he pushed me back on the bed and started sucking my cock before eating my hole. Once he had me nice and wet, he put my legs on his shoulders and slowly slid inside. After giving me a second to get used to his fat cock. He started fucking me. Slow at first, but slowly upped each thrust's speed and force. He clapped my cheeks hard, flipped me over into doggy style, and continued the pounding. Each stroke made me moan. I pushed back on him, feeling his Fat cock fill my hole. He pulled me back hard on his cock and came deep in me. After which, he slapped my ass and had me clean him off. I thanked him for the dick, and he was out the door.

So we all know that exchanging our sperm - either up the Hole or down the throat - is how most of us need to assuage our Lusts. The Hole gets fucked full, and he's happy. The Cock shoots his load, and he's happy. But sperm - particularly PigSperm - is precious, and should never be wasted. I keep my breeding events limited to 5, maybe 6 men, because that's really all it takes for every guy to get deeply into celebrating his Lusts. Also, I don't want a bunch of guys wandering around my house. There are other venues for big orgies anyway. The following is mostly for the Top, but can be useful for the bottom too. Here's the cool way to insure that sperm never gets waisted: 1. if you don't already have some, pick up a few shot glasses. They should be the kind that are tapered inside, with the line around the upper part that marks the volume of a shot of booze. 2. Put several around the playroom, and tell every guy that the "House Rule" is, if you're gonna shoot your load and you're not inside a guy (Hole or throat), then grab one of the shot glasses and pump your load into it. Sperm on the floor doesn't do any guy any good. 3. If some guy has to use a shot glass, great. Hopefully the sperm goes where it's needed - deep in the gut of a hotassed Hole - but if some guy shoots into a shotglass, better that than wasted. 4. After the event is over, collect any shot glasses with cum in them, and pour the sperm into just one. Don't fill any higher than the "shot-of-booze" line, or frost may form and mess up the plastic wrap - fill one that far and start another if you have to. 5. Cover the sperm-filled shot glass with plastic wrap and pop it in the freezer. Same if there's a partially filled one. A day or three later, take the glass out of the freezer, and have a condom handy. Warm the glass slightly in your hands, juuuuust enough to loosen the frozen sperm, so you can get it out of the glass (thumbnail, small knive, whatever). Transfer it to the condom, smaller end down (where the cumbag is on the condom), so the thicker (in circumference) frozen load is on top. Tie off the condom and return it to the freezer; I like to keep them suspended in some little jar, so it keeps it's "upside down Hershey's spermKiss" shape. Next time you're breeding a Hole sweating for sperm, go get it out of the freezer, tear the condom open and pop the "SpermKiss" in your mouth. Then, when you start sucking the Hole, shove it in with your tongue, making sure the narrower end goes in first. Presto !!! Freshly spermed Hole for you to enjoy, a special treat for the Hole you're gonna breed, and plenty of appropriate lube !!! If the bottom asks who's sperm it is you just tonguefucked up his Hole, just say something like .... oh - lots of guys, what do you care? If there was any unbred sperm in any of the other glasses, keep adding sperm to it until it's reached the "shot-of-booze" marker. Even if you just jack a load out, don't waste the load. It's alll about Cock/Hole/Sperm

To quote Monty Python..."Every sperm is sacred.." Also, you gave the recipe for a Devil's Dick.

Hey Dad. Your football buddies have wrecked my hole. I knew you were gonna pass me around during the Superbowl but I didn't think there would be so many goals scored. Every score made, you'd have one of your buddies fuck me till they came inside me. I'm so sore and puffy, I can't take it anymore. Please just have them eat me out from now or fuck my throat instead of rail me. I'm so sore. I know you said I couldn't complain and to take every load even the poz ones but my belly is so full and my ass is so sore.

Hey there, Son. You made a promise to be the MFB, Most Fuckable Bottom and according to my football buddies you did just that and your wrecked hole is your trophy. Basketball season is just starting, but I'm sure you can handle it. Sore and puffy will heal but I'll always be proud of your achievements. Now, get over here so I can felch and soothe your poz hole.

Part 27: Ryan Loses His Virginity (Chapter 3 of the Demise of Lewis) (Ryan Kline's Perspective Part 2) I’m not sure if it was the shock of the statement or the fact that I was tired, but it took me a considerable amount of time to grasp what he had just said. I sat up and turned on the light, finding him already staring at me. “Really?” He nodded. “You and Becca—” “No,” he said, his voice shaking a bit. I tried to think through all the girls still in high school, matching them up with Lewis, deciding who had been the lucky one to ride him first. “Do I know her?” He shook his head. “You didn’t get her pregnant, did you?” I asked, realizing why he looked so grave. Again, he shook his head. “Lewis,” I urged, my excitement over the revelation increasing my volume. “Just tell me who it was.” “I can’t.” “Lewis, come on.” “I really can’t tell you.” “Just tell me who it was,” I demanded. Lewis stared at me, his face growing pale. “Mr. Flanagan.” It felt as if my brain had glitched. I tried putting the pieces together: Lewis breaking up with Becca, Lewis losing his virginity, Lewis telling me that he lost it to Mr. Flanagan. Every time I tried to say something, my voice would catch. “Ryan,” he said, waving his hand, trying to gain a reaction. “Did you hear me?” I nodded, still unable to say anything. Lewis shifted in the bed before jumping out of it. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said anything. Friend or not, I shouldn’t have told you.” “Wait, Lewis,” I said, finally finding myself. “Don’t go.” “I’ve already been feeling guilty about it all,” he said, “not being able to tell anyone what happened. I didn’t want to say anything, but it just came out.” He started to get dressed, looking for his belongings. “Lewis, would you just stop?” “I’ve got to go,” he said. I jumped out of bed and cornered him, his face looking directly into mine. I’d never been this close to him or any other man. I could smell his cologne along with a musk that was all his own. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I leaned forward and kissed him, pressing his body against the wall. He tasted amazing, his soft lips opening to me, our tongues meeting. My crotch was pushed against his, both of our dicks starting to get hard the longer we kissed. Our bare chests were pressed together, our heartbeats aligned. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him from the wall, throwing him down on my bed. Lewis stared up at me with wide eyes. “Are you…” “Gay?” I finished. “Yeah.” I pulled off my shorts. Though Lewis had just told me that he had lost his virginity to an older man, there was no guarantee that what I was doing would work. It was a risk, but it was one I needed to take. Lewis smiled and started to undress himself, tossing his shorts on the floor too, leaving only his boxers. I knelt next to the bed, lifting his legs so they were resting on my shoulders. Slowly, I kissed his leg, moving up toward his groin, feeling his leg hair against my lips. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, head tilting back. I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock which was starting to drip. He had a thick cock, and my mouth was drooling for it. I opened as wide as I could and swallowed him down, grabbing hold of his hips so he wouldn’t try to move away. “Fucking shit,” he cried, his hands grabbing my head and forcing more of his dick inside my throat, fingers tangling in my hair. I started to gag, Lewis easing up on me. I stared up at him, both of us smiling. “Good?” I asked. “Incredible,” he told me. “So,” I said, grabbing his dick and starting to pump, “Mr. Flanagan?” Lewis smiled, nodding. “He’s a hot fucking man,” I said. “You have no idea.” “Did Mr. Flanagan fuck you or did you fuck him?” “He fucked me,” Lewis said. “Amazing,” I said, imagining the scene. “You prefer to bottom?” Lewis shrugged. “Don’t know.” I smiled. “Let me decide for you.” I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, revealing his tight hole covered in hair. It was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed it, Lewis shaking from the feeling. I then licked over his hole, doing everything I’d ever seen in porn. “Have you done this before?” Lewis asked. “Never,” I told him. “But, I watch more porn than I read the Bible. I think I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Then go for it,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing his legs and pulling them back, opening himself even more. “Hold on,” I said, running over to Al’s desk. I knew he hid condoms and lube in one of the drawers, and I was praying he hadn’t taken everything with him to the cabin. I found the bottle of lube and brought it back to Lewis, squirting some on his hole. “Fuck, it’s cold,” he said. I massaged it over his hole, covering my fingers, and then slid them inside. Lewis’s body tightened, moving away slightly from my intrusion. I was eager, but I knew I needed to pace myself so I didn’t scare him away. I took my time opening him up, knowing it was a must unless I wanted to cause us both pain. “Feels great,” Lewis said, looking down at me. I slipped my fingers out and pulled my briefs off, revealing my hard dick. I wasn’t as thick as Lewis, but I was longer, something I prided myself in. I lined up my cock to his slicked hole and pressed it against the opening. I looked at him, noticing his smile. Fuck, I thought, looking down at my dick touching his ass. This was it. I pressed against his hole and my dick slipped inside. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, hands grabbing the sheets and pulling them. “Are you alright?” I asked. Lewis nodded, his face a bit red. I pushed in more, stopping every inch to make sure I wasn’t killing him. After a few inches, it became easier. Before I knew it, my pubic hair was pressed against his ass. “I’m in,” I said, relishing the warmth and tightness of his ass. It felt incredible, far better than anything anyone had alluded to. I waited a while, letting Lewis adjust. “Fuck me,” Lewis said looking deep into my eyes. “Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it,” I said, pulling out slow, watching as the hair around his hole clung to my shaft. Fuck, it’s beautiful, I thought. I pushed back in, my excitement getting the better of me. Lewis groaned, his hands reaching down and grabbing hold of my legs. “Slower,” he said. “Sorry,” I told him. It took a few tries before I found a rhythm. “How’s that?” “So good,” he said, smiling. “Look at that,” he said. “You aren’t a virgin anymore.” “I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed him. “Does anyone know?” he asked me. I shook my head. “How about you?” “Mr. Flanagan,” he said. The idea kicked me into a different gear, the thought of Mr. Flanagan fucking the same hole my dick was in sending me into a higher state of pleasure. “How was it?” “Incredible,” Lewis said. “What does he look like?” I asked. “Hairy,” Lewis said, running his hand along my chest where little grew. “A good dick. A ton of cum.” “Really?” “Some condition he has,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing my nipples and pinching them, forcing a moan out of me. “He cums like crazy.” “Sounds hot,” I said, imagining Mr. Flanagan’s dick acting as a geyser. I licked my lips. “He covered my chest,” Lewis said. “He came on your chest?” I asked. Lewis nodded. I continued to fuck him, thinking about what he just told me. Was Lewis expecting me to pull out and cum on his chest? I wanted to shoot inside him, doing exactly what all the men in porn did. I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to inject my virgin cum deep inside Lewis. “Keep going,” Lewis said, his hand now jerking his own cock. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” I said. “Cover your chest in cum.” “Fuck,” me moaned, eyes closing tight, face twisting from the waves of pleasure filling his body. His back lifted off the bed as ropes of cum shot out, hitting his face, chin, chest, and then stomach. Feeling his hole tighten around my cock sent me into overdrive. I grabbed his hips and started pounding, my breathing quick as my orgasm mounted. “I’m gonna cum, too.” “Do it,” Lewis said. “Give me that cum!” As the moment of no return mounted, I reached out and scooped Lewis’s cum into my hand and licked it up, tasting, for the first time, the cum of another man. “FUCK!” I slammed into his ass and held him close, shooting into his guts my hot cum, filling him as my body became weak. I fell forward, my naked chest and stomach, meeting his, his cum gluing us together. Never had an orgasm felt so good. I looked down at Lewis who was looking up at me, a smile on his face. I leaned down and kissed him. “That was incredible” I told him. “Was it… good for you, too?” He nodded, laughing a bit. “It was incredible,” he said. “I can’t wait to do it again.” “You’ll have to give me some time,” I told him. I pulled out, hearing a suction pop as my dick was freed. I took a step back and reached for a tissue, cleaning off my dick. Lewis eyed it, his smiled falling a bit. “Where’s the condom?” “What?” I asked. “The condom,” he repeated. “Where is it?” “I didn’t use one,” I told him. “Why?” “Mr. Flanagan used one,” he told me. “But he didn’t cum in you,” I said. “Your hole is a bareback virgin, and I’m a virgin. We’re fine. Trust me.” Lewis moved his hand down to his hole and felt around, some of my cum leaking out. He collected some and lifted it to his nose, smelling it. He looked me in the eye as he stuck his tongue out and tasted it. “Fuck,” I said. Who the fuck knew what would happen next. After finding out that Lewis and Mr. Flanagan were gay, who knew who else was. At that point, the idea of Pastor Ryder being gay became a bit more plausible, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Instead, I watched Lewis play with his hole, smearing my cum around. I’d never been more happy. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry, but I had to split it in two. It was 10 pages long.

I hadn't planned to go out this weekend, the weather has been crappy and the only local sauna has closed its doors. I woke up at about midnight having been dozing watching crap repeats and berated myself for not taking myself to bed. Two things were apparent. First I was horny as fuck, second it was much warmer than I was expecting. I went to the door and looked out. Not only was nothing frozen like it has been the last few days but it was positively mild. I did a quick freshen up threw on a jock, some jogging bottoms and a hoody grabbed my handy pocket lube and poppers and headed out. As it was passed 1AM by now I didn't really expect much as I parked up and walked into my local cruising ground. There was one youngish guy leaning against a wall rubbing himself through his trousers. I smiled at him as I walked by a little ways then leaned over the wall presenting myself and I hit my poppers. In a few seconds he was behind me and playing with my cheeks, spreading them and finding I had already applied some lube he wasted no time sliding his cock into me. He grabbed my shoulders and quickly took a jackhammer pace. I pushed myself onto him as best I could bu mostly I held onto the wall and let him pound me. It was only a couple of minutes but he unloaded pressed right up against me making sure I took every drop of his sperm. I guess he was one of those guys who feels guilty right after they cum because he quickly covered up and hurried away not even giving me the chance to say thanks. I stood up, rearranged myself and took a little walk. Headed into the trees and saw I had someone not far behind. I took the opportunity to pause and hit my poppers again. Sighing as I exhaled and thinking,"Bingo" as my follower came up behind me and started groping my arse. I moaned appreciatively and bent forward giving him better access. As he pulled my joggers down and ran his fingers over my hole he found me already wet and open. "Nice" was all he said. He took my hand and put it on his cock and I was glad I was preloaded because he had the fattest head on his dick I've ever experienced, his cock was average length with a full foreskin which I loved rolling back over that astonishing crown to really feel the goods. He pushed me back into position and I steadied myself against a tree while he lined up and shoved in. I mean he went balls deep in one go leaving me breathless. Between the poppers and my already fucked hole it didn't hurt but I was panting like I was giving birth. He grabbed my hips and started moving. He fucked me deep for a few strokes then ground into me as he held me down. His thickness moving inside me meant there was no way I could keep quiet and I was grunting and panting hard with each thrust he made. When he started picking up his pace I knew he was getting close and I begged him to load me up. And reader he delivered. I don't know if it was my hole throbbing from his hard fucking or his cock pulsing as he loaded me up but it felt amazing as he held himself inside me for a full minute before slowly pulling out. This time I was rewarded with his cock in my mouth to clean the remaining spunk before he went on his way. I knelt there for a moment to collect myself before I returned to my car. I didn't see anyone else as I walked back and there were no other parked vehicles as I drove away. Not every time has been successful but I am really glad I took the chance tonight. I wonder if I should risk it again tomorrow?

First I want to say I'm kind of shy in some ways, not an introvert, but branching out sometimes take my time. Going somewhere new is a little daunting, especially a daddy who wants to be a cum dump. (I am a real Dad by the way with two children) I was trying to build up the courage to go to the sex club in the town I was working in!! It's well known and I have heard about it for some time, wanted to go, needed to have some courage. I need to just man up and go! I have been wanting to go to a sex club for some time, I want to get fucked by a few guys, be a real slut, have them pound my hole, flood it with cum. I don't mind hosting guys in my hotel room, but going to a sex club has been a real stumbling block for me. I don't go in the area of the country that I live in, I have the fear of running into people I know or even my ex. It's just something I don't want to deal with. Everyone has three lives. A public life, a private life and a secret life. Being a cum-dump is my secret life. So I travel sometimes for work. When I do, my days are filled with work, but I do have some time available in the evenings to be a slut. I have wanted to venture out and try a sex club. I want to see what It would be like. I specifically want to get fucked, I want my ass flooded with anon cum. I love being a bottom cum dump. On a Sunday morning I was invited to a guys house that I have had sex with before while in this city, he hit me up! He specifically wanted to fuck me. We had sex in my hotel a year or two before but I was to visit him at his apartment this Sunday morning. I was hoping to get bred. I was prepped and ready, wearing a jock under my jeans, ass lubed, ready for him to breed me. One thing led to another and he was so excited that while deep fucking my face he blew his load down my throat. Don't get me wrong, I like this guy, I will take his load wherever he puts it. I was happy to get his load! While still wanting to get fucked, I left his apartment and it was a nice sunny day. I decided to walk some, not really being familiar with the gay area of town I was in, I suddenly realized I was about two blocks from the sex club I had been longing to go to. While the time of day and week probably wasn't the best time for a big crowd, there was no time like the present to just suck it up and go. I was already lubed and ready!! Why not! So I headed in, no turning back. No time like the present. Be brave! I did it!! I checked in, got a room. I stripped down to my jock and was ass up in my room with the door open, lights low. Not very busy, no luck. I don't know the protocol that well as this was my first time doing this. I suppose if it was busier time of the day/week that might have worked. So I decided to take a walk around. Note to self, next time at the sex club bring a pair of flip flops to walk around in. It was dark, there were some guys there, not too many. Very slow time. About the first room I happened upon had a sling it it. Now that is something I am really interested in trying. I want to be fucked by multiple guys in a sling. I want one after another to use my hole and fill me up. I can certainly take cock and there has not been one I can't handle. I like men of all shapes and sizes and I love it when they breed me. Thats what I like, cum in my ass!! So I hopped up in the sling. Put my legs into the stirrups and took a hit of poppers. I was elated!! The feeling of my ass being exposed just lying there was incredible just on its own. I loved the feeling of being able to give my ass to whomever walked into the room if they so wanted it. I was a free and liberating feeling. I should have brought a blindfold! I laid there, guys poked their head in, some walked thru. Some touched. Being a Daddy, there was not as much interest as if I was an 18 year old. It was still fun, I did it, I was in the sex club ass up in a sling! I felt a milestone had been achieved! A little while later a guy came in. His cock was rock hard. He gave me a taste. He looked for my approval. YES SIR, please Fuck me Sir! I lubed up my hole again and in he went. OMG, the feeling was incredible. Totally different being suspended and having my ass presented as a cum receptacle, it felt so smooth, so wonderful. For some reason he put on a condom, I wasn't complaining but I do prefer raw cock. He fucked me hard and deep, fast, slow, diving in and out. He was a maniac and it was great!! v Then he stopped, then he started, and did it again and again. He was rough, he was gentle, he used my ass. I could feel my ass just taking it all in. It was heaven. Then he pulled out, took off the condom and went at me again!! OMG, I was in total heaven. About 10 minutes later he asked permission and bred me. A nice hot load in my hole.. My hole was wet with cum I loved it. My hole was so wet, it was so soft. I was pure pigg heaven. During the fucking, several guys came in to watch. They must have heard the noise, it was probably me saying, FUCK ME!! Love being watched, loved being touched as I am being fucked, the more the merrier! After he left, I laid there for a while. I had high hopes that someone else would use my cum filled hole but I realize that the time of the day/week that wasn't going to happen. A guy came in to the room, seemed very interested, felt my ass, asked if I was wet and he said he was excited, he aid me was coming back, but never did. DAMN, probably found something else along the way!! I waited, lots of lookers, no takers. Next time, it will be a busy Saturday night, I will try again! All in all, for me I think this was a monumental success. I plan on timing my visit to the sex club the next time for when it's packed. I want to give my ass up in the sling to as many men as want to breed me!! That was SO hot!! Make me a total cum dump. Breed my ass, use my holes!!

I agree cum should never be wasted.

**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.

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"Fuck! His cumhole is so loose and sloppy! Fuck yeah!" one of the men roared aloud. How did I get to this point? Well for starters, we have to go back to the beginning. For those that know, I have been dating this amazing married couple, Robert and Bill. Two older, black silver daddies and bears with massively endowed big black cocks. They had introduced me to the wonders of being fucked bareback. Since then, we have been fucking exclusively raw. No more condoms. Since we were not mutually exclusive, we fucked other people, both men and women. Occasionally, we would meet up at their place and they would fuck my brains out. It was blissful being pounded by these two, beautiful older back bears. After a year plus of fucking, one night Robert and Bill had a surprise for me. When I arrived that night, I immediately stripped naked after entering their home. Robet and Bill were wearing nothing but fluffy, soft, white robes. They dropped their robes and revealed the new tattoos they had gotten. Robert had a biohazard sign on his stomach, right where his belly button was. Bill had two scorpions on his pelvis, right above his cock. "Do you know what these signs mean?" They asked me. "You're poz," I responded not at all shocked. The two explained how they both came to become poz. Two months ago, they were tagteaming an Asian twink. Double penetration, they whole nine yards. The twink had propositioned them: they could both breed him if he could breed the both of them. Robert and Bill were total tops and usually pulled out when they came, but this was too good of an offer to pass up. They ripped off their condoms and both slammed full force into the twink's guts and came hard. After that, the Asian twink pounded both of them into submission, raw with no lube. Two weeks after they were bred, they got sick. They went to their doctor to get tested and found out they were poz. They didn't know the twink they had fucked was poz either. "We're both highly viral. We'd understand if you don't want to be with us anymore," Bill said to me. It took me less than ten second to decide I wanted to be poz with them and told them. "Excellent!" Robert exclaimed. "I don't just want both of your viral loads. I want more. Do you know of any other silver daddies and older bears who are poz and highly viral?" I asked them. The nodded yes excitedly and started making calls to get them over here now. They got me prepared for what would be my last night neg. They showered me, cleaned me out well. Lubed me up and got my body nice and slick with massage oils. They strapped on a silicone cock ring around the base of my cock, to help keep me hard throughout the night. They walked me to the guest bedroom and had me hoisted into the sling. I say it was a "guest bedroom", in reality, it was a sex playroom. Slings, a fuck bench, a sybian, a few fuck machines, a milker, other sex toys. After I was strapped into the sling, Bill grabbed a sharpie and drew a single short line on my ass. He was going to the first to breed me tonight and make me poz. His cock was raging hard. Throbbing and practically bouncing up and down. He applied a ton of more oil to me and his cock and then it happened. Unlike the first time we fucked raw, he was not gentle. He shoved his massive cock inside me, so hard, I could feel myself tearing up on the inside. I could feel the intense burn from it. Bill wasn't making love to me; he was on a mission. He brutally fucked me., pounding me. Occasionally pulling all the way out, just to slam all the back into me, all the way to the hilt. Robert in between making out with me, encouraged me. Said I looked amazing getting fucked by his husband's poz cock. Ten minutes later and Bill roared. His cock stiffened up and unleashed white hot blasts of poz cum into torn and wrecked hole. Robert wasted no time and slammed his monstrous black cock into me. I gasped and winced at first, but that sent me over the edge. I had blown my load, hands free, all over my chest. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "They're here," Bill said giddily as left the room and walked to the front door. Robert kept fucking me. Without warning, he buried his monstrous cock to the hilt and held it there. Jet after jet of white hot poz cum was being shot into me. He grabbed the marker and drew a tally next to the one Bill drew. Just after he put the cap on, the group of poz daddies had arrived and were already hard and aching for my wrecked, poz cum filled hole. "Fuck his cumhole is loose!" of the men exclaimed. The night was just getting started....

I get to travel on business from time to time and I am a complete cum slut in the hotel each time I go. I don't get the chance to host at home as I am a gay single Dad with one of my children still at home. I love hotel sex, waiting ass up to be loaded is so fucking hot. I love taking raw loads!! This last week I got to travel to Chicago, I get to go there a few times a year, in the loop, in a hotel, all alone!! I love it. I have been fucked in my hotel there many times, guys who work in the loop using my ass to dump their loads. I try and take as many loads as I can get!! So after I got to my hotel I posted on a couple of the apps. "Ass up in my hotel, taking loads." Its so exciting, preparing, waiting, hoping that someone will come and use my hole and breed me. First up, a guy, a daddy, who wants to breed me. I don't remember much about him except he had a big cock, wanted to pump and dump, says he gives big loads..... Sounds good to me. I actually never saw his face or body, only got his load. I wait in my room, dark no lights and blinds drawn, ass up on the edge of the bed, door propped open, my hole lubed, in a jock. ready for his load. He arrives, I love the sound of the door opening, my heart racing, the sound of the pants dropping, the sound of the underwear being pulled off. Best of all is the sound of the gasp as they see my ass, rub their hand over it. The oooooo or mumble of how hot it is. I can't wait for that cock to enter my hole. Breed me! The guys pumps and thrusts, it's a pure pump and dump, he is there to release his load in my hole!! He pumps for a few minutes, he groans, I can feel his cum in my hole..... so hot. he then gets dressed and leaves with me still ass up on the edge of the bed. Next up, I get a hit on the apps from a guy from Chicago who has fucked me before. A year or two before he fucked me in a different hotel. He of course remembered me and wanted to come and dump his load in me again!! I love repeats. I enjoyed our last fuck, I gladly want him to breed me again. We setup a time, I will be ass up in a dark room ready for him to breed me. God I love it when guys use me again and again!! He arrives, my hole is still wet from the previous breeder. He asks if I have a load in there. I say yes, it's fresh too. He gets very excited, gets down on his knees and eats my hole. He loves eating my hole when it's been bred. That is so hot!! Drives me nuts so see a guy get so excited about my hole. He then fucks me in every direction, ass up, on my back with my legs spread wide open, deep in my hole, his pre-cum making me sloppy as can be!! Love my hole being worked wide open!! He then breeds me, my hole is flooded with cum!! I do have to work some, so I do my work, but I offer my hole every night to guys who need a visiting cum dump. Over the next few days I take a few more loads....... Then one evening I get a message from a younger guy who I took to dinner a year or two ago and afterwards he came to my hotel room and fucked me. I told him I wanted his cock, he replied that he wanted my ass. That was so hot, besides being a real nice guy, he is great in bed...... The next morning I traveled to his apartment to take his load!! Oh, how I love business trips where I can play!! Tomorrow I will write about my first trip to the sex club and the sling!!

Went to the Puerto Vallarta bathhouse on Saturday. Lost count of how many guys fucked me. I bred two hotties. The highlight of the evening was me reconnecting with my friend (porn star) Kevin Slater who gave me 2 loads. Now I’m relaxing at the pool

So my much older friend texted me Friday he has a 20 year old vers for us to play with so get here now!! I rushed to get clean and drove like a mad man to get there. I got there rang the door bell and my friend answered naked. I said you couldn't wait for me? He laughed and said he just stripped him and sucked him a little. He is now watching porn in the bedroom. I walked into the bedroom and saw a great looking muscular kid with a good size cock laying on the bed. He looked young but definitelyin his 20's. Not really my cup of tea but hot to look at. My friend jumped on the bed and grabbed some lube and push the kid down pulled his ass up and started to put the lube on his cock. He pressed his cock in his hole and as it slipped in I heard the boy moan. I was standing there watching as his ass was getting pounded by my friend. I loved to watch this!!! I walked to the boys face and he grabbed my cock quickly and started to suck it! He was good at sucking and experienced. Me and my friend leaned to each other and kissed as he was fucking him. That was so hot. He pulled out without any cum and said not yet. We flipped the boy over and I saw the boy was hard as a rock. Good size for a young boy. I sucked it a little then i got some lube on my hole and told him to fuck me. We pulled the boy off the bed and stood him up as i bent over the bed with my ass up. My friend spread my cheeks and said to him fuck that hole! I felt the boy push his hard cock in and started to thrust in as I looked over I saw my friend watching and stroking his cock. I asked my friend to turn the sound up on the porn it makes me hot. The boy pumping for a while then he made a moaning sound and felt his cock throbbing. Then my friend pulled him off and pushed him next to me got his ass up and ready and I can hear he was friggin hot with his heavy breathing and growling as he shoved his cock in him and pumped wild. I got up and watched and was rubbing the boys ass then crawled to the boys face for him to suck. It was hot feeling some drip on my leg and getting sucked watching the boy getting fuck hard. Then he made a big sound and laid on top of the boy for a bit. I pulled the boy up flat on the bed pulled his ass up to see if there is any dripping. I immediately started to suck the cum out of the boys smooth hole for a while. The boy was moaning loud. My friends cum was tasting good as i had my fingers in his cummy hole to scoop it up. It was turning me hot and hard. I got up and laid on him and my cock slipped in his hole with no problems and i started to thrust hard. I lasted for a while and felt a big rush hit me as i exploded in the boy's hole.. I laid next to him exhausted and felt my friend climbed on me and shoved his cock in me. I was shocked he got hard that fast he laid on top of me as he was pumping and said I wanted to finish in you and 10 minutes later he left a load in me. The 3 of us laid there for a little I sucked my friend clean then laid on him so I can suck the boys cock. Did that for a while and my friend was shoving his finger's in me while i was sucking. The boy got hard again and I sucked harder and fast grabbing his balls and the boy blew a nice load in my mouth and then i kissed my friend to share the load with him. It was a great Friday night!

I almost always collect my cum when I jack off and inject it with a syringe into my fuck hole before I go out to get bred. The though of cum inside my guts always makes me horny even if it is just my own and it is such good lube!

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Long before making the move to Florida, I would come to Ft Lauderdale for at least 3 or the 4 weeks of vacation I had (and Palm Springs for the other week) . I had to bid my vacation in November of the year prior, and this particular year I happened to end up with vacation weeks just 6 weeks apart. The 1st trip was 3 weeks before Hurricane Andrew came thru and flattened huge swaths of Southern Florida and disrupting everyday life. There was a sleazy bar in Miami called The Hole, and it was. Essentially it was 2 narrow storefronts in a semi sketchy area. Entering the left side was the bar, pretty dank and dimly lit with only about 8 bar stools at the bar, and some porn playing on the wall opposite the bar. The other side had a pinball machine and maybe something else,a pool table? But the bar was active- you could leave your shirt and shorts with the bartender, the bathroom was down a dark hall,maybe wide enough for 2 1/2 men abreast. The walls in the hall had peeling paint everywhere, and the toilet was wobbly and I don't think it flushed . And the men were pigs. There was a 3 inch gap to the outside at the bottom of a door near the bathroom- which was often employed to kick loose beer cans and bottles out under as guys shuffled thru the dark area sending them sliding around. No real room to move , once you were in, you were pretty much in position until you just had to get out to less humid and less foul air. Piss play was common the closer to the toilet you landed, fucking went on like it was the 70's, and not the 90's. The worst part was the 30 mile drive back to the hotel in Ft Lauderdale reeking of piss, cum and whatever else you stepped in or on in the back hall. So, the next week of vacation 5 weeks after I got home was after Andrew had torn thru Miami and parts south just 3 weeks earlier. Still, Ft Lauderdale had mostly recovered, so I made my way back to it. A guy I had met the last trip down and I decided to head to Miami and the Hole , which had ads in the gay weeklies saying they were open. We went in separate cars, but got there within minutes of each other. Inside, stripped down to my jock and sneakers, got a beer, and he did the same. After the 1st beer, and watching who was there, we decided to explore the hallway. It was hard to tell if any new damage had happened, the place pretty much seemed the same, tho a bit mustier. The peeling paint was sort of slick, I guess some mold and slime formed without any power. The guy led me back to the toilet and had me sit on it, then began farming guys over to feed me their piss or to piss on me. I realized there were paper towels,soiled ,on the floor behind the toilet. And the floor was all standing water of some type. I think I stayed about an hour longer than he did, and it was very much a white knuckle ride back out of Miami at 2 in the morning with areas without power, people milling around dark streets, but I managed to make it home. The next time I got down to Florida, the Hole was gone. Tho I am certain the sheer volume of DNA that was on the walls and floor of that place, traces of it are still there today, 27 years later. Hell, the black smudge sludge on my knees after a night on them took 2 or 3 scrubbings to remove completely

Part 3 I was tired, sweaty, my ass was sore from being spanked. My cum filled hole, was gaping wide and had every man's cum leaking out of it. I looked at the mirror on the bathroom door and checked the tallies on my asscheeks. 40. I counted 40 men who can came me their poz seed tonight. I checked the clock and it read 3 am. 3 am and I was still getting pounded by poz daddies. There must have been a whole nother 20 or so left in the master room. Bill and Robert from time to time would give me water, wipe the sweat from my head and face, and let me suck on their nips. I didn't notice or really care as I was in my own little sex world. My cum filled hole was being stuffed my two small cocks. The heavyset white daddies they belonged to were earnestly trying their best, but they cum rather quickly. After the fiftieth daddy filled my hole, Bill and Robert announced that the finale was about to begin. All of the remaining ten men where bears like them, all of them a mix of race and various sizes. But they all had one thing in common: massive if not monstrous sized cocks. All of them ranged from 9 inches and thicker than a beer can to over a foot long. I was blissfully unaware, just happy to have more dick in me and more poz cum inside me. The first of the final ten men, was a black chub daddy with a 10 inch monster. He just slid into my abused and cum lubed hole. I gasped at first from feeling his thickness and length, but then moaned in pleasure has started fucking me. He had stamina too. Five minutes became 15, which became half an hour. I had lost track of both time and how many orgasms I had from his dick pounding my hole and prostate. As it turned out, he had cum twice in me and was about to unleash a third load into me. He roared as he deposited his third and final load in me and spanked my left asscheek. The next bear stepped but with a 9 inch cut cock that was almost as thick as a bottle of vodka or so I thought. My hole was already prepared for him, and he just eased into me and rammed right to the base of cock. He didn't care about pleasure or making it last. Ten minutes of passionate and brutal fucking and he pounded his poz load into me. I was mindbroken at this point. I was cumdrunk, cumhigh, whatever you want to call it. An hour later and the final bear was raring to go. His monstrous cock bobbed and bounced on its own with him flexing it, it seemed like. 14 inches of tennis ball tube thick, precum dripping, black meat. He was man number 60. There was no loving entrance, he basically just pounded his way into my hole and into my guts. This black bear, built like an offensive lineman was ruthless. I moaned like a bitch in heat, because in reality, I became one. I wanted his poz load. He would pull all the way out, just to slam back into me all the way to the hilt. A whole nother hour later, he came for the last time. He had cum five or six times over that hour. He gave my ass a slap one final time and left. Robert moved to kiss me while bill moved to eat the cum from my ass. Or so I thought, here he gave my abused, bruised, and cum filled hole a lick and inserted a butt plug. "We have one last surprise for you and they are on their way here to take your last negative loads," Robert said to me. "So in the meantime, rest up," Bill said as he fed me some of the cum from hole. I could taste some blood that had mixed into the cum. I fell asleep between my two black bears, filled with theirs and 58 other men's loads. I dreamed of what their surprise for me could be.

**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.

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.

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……….

**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 5 - Dilemma between studies and work On Monday morning, Sam headed to lectures at the university, but his thoughts didn't stay in focus. He thought about yesterday, which still felt unreal. Blindfolded, he had taken ten unknown men's poz sperm into his hole. It felt exciting at the same time, but on the other hand, he thought George should have told Sam. After the first lecture, Sam headed to the bathroom in the basement of the university library, where he had heard that there were gays hanging out there. The toilet was empty, and Sam went into one of the stalls. After a few minutes, the door opened and someone entered the booth next to Sam. After a moment, the man's foot tapped next to the wall. Sam did the same. There was movement from the next booth, and after a while, a good-sized man's cock pushed through the gap between the wall and the floor to Sam's side. Sam went to his knees on the floor and took the cock in his mouth and started sucking it. It wasn't long before the man pulled the cock out of Sam's mouth and said he wanted to fuck. In a flash, Sam took off his sweatpants and got on the floor on his back and thrust his ass into the man's side. Sam heard the man spit and felt the big cock's helmet hole. The man didn't take much time and started fucking Sam's hole. The violent fucking hurt at first, but soon lust won over Sam's pain. Again the unknown man was raw in Sam's hole. And Sam was in full heat. It was then that Sam realized what George had done to him. George had released him. George had realized that Sam was just a cumdump and would enjoy it. Now Sam could offer his unprotected hole to anyone, anywhere. Sam skipped the next lectures and spent the rest of the day in the bathroom. A total of 6 different men emptied their seeds into Sam's hole. From college, Sam went straight to work organizing this week's roulette. George was as if nothing had happened. George took care of the business and Sam contacted the bottoms and tops of Thursday's roulette in the back room. At one point, George called out to Sam if he could come over and help out on the shop side. An older, tall man was standing at the counter. George said that the man was looking for a suitable steel penis ring, so Sam could help him choose the right ring. Sam obeyed George but gave him a strange look. There was no question of any such thing when George had hired him. Sam led the man downstairs to the shelf where the penis rings were. The man said that he had a 23 cm long and quite thick cock, so the metal ring should also be quite strong. He would like the bottom to feel the ring on his ass when he is inside the balls deep. He also hoped that the ring would raise his balls so that they would squeeze better between the bottom and him, making sure that all the sperm would come out. Sam suggested one design that pleased the customer. It was no longer necessary to know the right size. The man unbuttoned his pants and lowered his briefs to his knees and told Sam he was free to measure. Sam stared at the man's cock and at the same time dug out a tape measure from the drawer under the shelf. Sam measured the base of the man's cock and found a suitable size ring on the shelf. Sam weighed the man's heavy balls with his hand and asked if he had ever thought of using ball stretchers. Sam said that they could also bring pleasure to the bottom as the balls bounced heavier on the bottom's ass. A penis ring and ball stretchers would also make a man's bulge bigger and more impressive. The idea seemed good to the man. Sam suggested some silicone ball stretchers, from which the man chose the ones he liked. Then Sam also suggested that they could look at some suitable jockstraps for the man. Sam suggested that he could bring him some bulge enhancers into the fitting booth for him to fit. When Sam came to the fitting room, the man was already completely naked except for his socks. Sam went into the same room with the man and opened the package of penis ring and ball stretchers. Sam threaded the rings into place and praised the man for showing up. The man looked at his hardening cock in the fitting room mirror. Sam helped the man put on the biker style jockstraps and told the man that he looked really hot. The man pushed his hand inside the collar of Sam's sweatpants directly into Sam's hole. He rubbed his finger into Sam's hole, where the finger easily inserted. The man pulled his finger away and smelled it and put the finger in his mouth. "Sperm! The naughty boy has already taken a raw dick today. How many?", asked the man. "Six," Sam confessed. "Ohh, slut," growled the man. The man tore Sam's sweatpants to the ankles and rammed his hard cock straight balls deep into Sam's ass. Sam moaned in pleasure as the man began to thrust inside Sam. The man's stretched balls pounded against Sam's balls. The man asked if Sam could feel the steel ring in his hole. Sam panted hotly “yes, yes”. "Seed me," Sam begged. And the old man roared and squirted his sperm into the hole. The man got dressed, collected his things and thanked Sam. At the checkout, the man also thanked George separately that the customer service has improved tremendously. When Sam got to George, the man had already left. George praised Sam. The man had made a clearly larger than average purchase. George patted Sam on the ass and said that Sam should be more involved in the sales job since he seems to be so natural at it. There was a wet patch on the back of Sam's sweatpants.

PART THREE I could taste pre-cum on the guy's cock when I took it in my mouth. Like most guys, I'd tasted my own pre-cum before but it was my first time tasting someone else's, especially straight from the source so to speak. I'm not sure whether it was coz I was high or how horny I was but it didn't actually taste too bad. I could overhear Seth talking to the guy I was serving, "What's his mouth like man?" "Fuck...he's real good....he's got a great mouth!" I looked up at him and smiled through his dick. He was pretty good-looking so I was kinda thankful my first cock belonged to a hot guy. I was kinda glad to hear that I seemed to be a good cocksucker too. "Your friend's getting a bit jealous over there, I think you'd best let him know what he's like." I felt my head gently taken off his cock, turned to the right and onto a new one. It was funny but I could definitely tell that it was a new cock. He also had a lot more pre-cum on his head, I guess coz I'd been jerking him while I was sucking the other guy. I could hear the first guy say to him, "He's good isn't he?" as I jerked his cock. All the other guy could do was moan his approval which I took as a good sign! "I guess the rest of you guys wanna find out too?" I heard Seth ask, to roars of approval from the other guys. The first two guys stepped away, another guy took his place, putting his hands either side of my head and a cock was pushed into each of my hands. Thankfully, this new guy was a bit overweight because as he was fucking my face, my head kept smashing into his gut, meaning that I didn't get it as badly as maybe as I could have. This guy's cock and the two in my hands did feel a bit smaller which again made me happy, if I was going to be face fucked, at least I was going to be eased into it, well as "eased" as it could be! I thought it'd been faked when girls did the gagging sounds in blowbang videos as they were getting facefucked but I was learning first "hand" now that it wasn't the case. I was starting to get into a rhythm as well where I'd work a guy's cock in my mouth/throat for 20-30 seconds or so while I was jerking 2 off and then move onto the next one. I was a little ashamed to admit it, but I wasn't minding it that much and from the groans the guys were making, they liked it too! I was kinda missing the first couple of guys though, their dicks were a bit bigger and nicer than most of the others. As I was sucking one guy off, I heard him moan, "God you faggots are the best at sucking cock." Typical fucking straight guy, I stopped sucking him and was just about to say "I am NOT gay!" when a beautiful big cock was pushed into my mouth. Its master's voice said "Yeah, but us faggots need to look after each other." I felt the popper bottle against my nose and I took a couple of deep hits, his dick still in my mouth. I looked up to see a sexy, blonde guy, his upper body covered in tatts. "Isnt'that right buddy?" he smiled down at me. I dropped the two cocks out of my hands, I knew my judgement was clouded coz I was fucking high, I still wanted to give this guy the best blowjob of his life. I ran my hands up and down his great dick, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. I managed to take it all in my mouth & as I did, I winked up at him. It felt so slutty, but so amazing too to do that. He groaned his approval and I think it all became too much for a few of the guys as cum started to rain down on my face & i could hear guys asking for the glass so they could shoot into it. I pulled back to wipe the cum out of my eyes and pushed it into my mouth with the guys' encouragement. I was still flying off the poppers, so it didn't taste too bad for a first try, but I knew the big test would be in front of me soon. I was disappointed that my carer must've disappeared when I cleared my eyes, I guess he'd already cum and so I was left with about half a dozen guys to take care of. I wanted them to finish off so I could swallow the cum while I was still high so I went to work quickly on them. "Damn, this queer boy loves cum. I think I might take him home with me!" one of the guys laughed as two more guys shot on my face. I turned blindly in the direction of the voice and my face was pressed into another fat guy's gut, my mouth covering his dick. Within seconds I could feel what was unmistakeably piss running down my throat. It was only a short dpurt but it was enough for me to start coughing when I was released, the remaining guys just thinking I'd taken too much of his dick and they all came over me or into the glass. Swallowing the guy's piss snapped me out of my popper-trance and the words that I'd been so scared to hear were said, "Well Cody, that's everyone....now it's time for a cocktail!" I turned around as I was kneeling, my cum-smeared face looking for any of the guys with poppers but all that I could see were the film crew and Seth, standing smiling out of shot, with a ¾ full of cum cocktail glass in his hand. Fuck, I was gonna have to do this without them. I knew well the pose that I'd have to be in so I turned side on so that the cameras could get a good view. I knew that if I thought about it too much I'd only make it worse for myself so I opened my mouth wide, let my tongue out & tipped the glass's contents into my mouth and down my throat. I tried really hard not to retch as I felt it enter my mouth & throat & I tried to think of the guys' cheers as my friends cheering me for drinking a big shot at the bar rather than a bunch of guys cheering a slut swallowing their loads. "Make sure you get every drop now!" Seth said as if I didn't know what I had to do. I ran my tongue round the inside of the glass, making sure I got it all. I felt so ashamed having swallowed over a dozen's guys's loads and one guy's piss. Had they cum more than once? I couldn't bare to think as I clapped my lips together & opened my mouth wide, showing everything was gone and working its way down my throat. "Mmmm...there's a good slut....annnnnd CUT!" END OF PART THREE

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

**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 1 - Sam's New Job Sam's money was gone and he definitely needed a job. His latest rent was still unpaid, so now any place had to be accepted. Sam's daily route passed the window of a sex shop, where Sam had already seen an advertisement a couple of weeks ago. The advertisement was looking for an organizer for a part-time employment relationship. Sam decided to go and ask if the position was still open and what skills would be needed. Sam was a 24-year-old, slightly overweight and medium-sized young man. Sam studied mathematics at university and he had only had sex with a few of his boyfriends. Always safely. The last relationship had already broken up half a year ago, so no one had been inside Sam for more than half a year. Sam is 100% bottom. Sam arrived at the sex shop and nervously went in to ask what was expected of the organizer. George, the owner of the sex shop, studied Sam and asked a few questions. In the end, George concluded that the role of organizer is a good fit for Sam. The task requires precision, so Sami, as a university student, will definitely succeed in it. George said that the task of the organizer is to participate in the organization of the weekly Thursday Roulettes. Sam already had time to think that perhaps studying mathematics is also useful in the roulettes organized. George asked Sam if he could start right away. Today is Tuesday, so Sam has plenty of time to join this week's Thursday roulette arrangements. George showed Sam the back room where the computer is used to manage the arrangements. The registrations will be sent to the email, which Sam should follow up. The registration period ends every week on Wednesday at 12 noon. Sam must always list the registered people in two different columns, one for bottoms and the other for tops. Sam must contact all the registered people personally and confirm their HIV status and make sure they are not using prep. The age of the bottoms must also be recorded in the list of registered participants. All HIV positive and using prep bottoms should be rejected. Sami must also confirm the HIV status from the top and those who are positive must be asked if they are taking medication. For positive unmedicated patients, Sam should record in the list what their viral load count is. At this stage, no top is rejected, but the accompanying information must be accurately recorded in the list. Next, George said that after the registration period ends, 8 bottoms will be selected from the list in order of age, meaning that the 8 youngest can always join. The next two are notified that they are on reserve. Choosing tops is a bit more complicated, but 10 are always chosen. First, 8 negative ones are chosen, but if the number is not full, then more tops are chosen that are medicated. Finally, the two tops with the two highest viral load counts are selected. When all the choices have been made, Sam should inform all the chosen ones that they have to come here to take an HIV rapid test on Thursday between 10 am and 2 pm. Sam should ensure that only the two selected positive tops show positive test results. If the test result of someone selected is incorrect, then Sam must look at the alternate person on the list and ask him to come and be tested immediately. When all the tests are done and show the right result, it's Sam's job to make sure that everyone knows to come to the right place, at the right time. Thursday roulettes are organized on the outskirts of the city in an industrial area, where a small industrial hall is rented. Thursday roulettes always start at exactly 18:00, when everyone must be there and ready. There are two doors in the hall, of which the bottoms use the one with the big 0 and the tops use the door with the 1. Sam's job is to receive the bottoms. Bottoms must take off their clothes completely. No more than socks and jockstraps can be left on. There are 8 fucking benches in a row in the room. Sam's job is to tie the bottoms to each one of the benches. The order of the bottoms does not matter. Meanwhile, the tops come off in another room. Naturally, the tops get to choose what to wear. But if someone has any tattoos or other marks that reveal their HIV status, they must be hidden. The idea is precisely that all tops look equal. When the clock strikes 18, the tops are let into the room where the bottoms are waiting. After that, all the tops can freely fuck the asshole that is free and that they want to fuck. There are only two absolute rules: 1. no rubbers. 2. the sperm must always go into the bottoms asshole. Roulette continues as long as even one top can fuck. It is desirable that each top inseminates at least two different holes, but that is up to the tops themselves. Sam stared at George with wide eyes. "But doesn't that run the risk of the virus from the viral tops moving on and infecting an innocent bottom?", Sam asked George. "What innocent bottom? They're all chasers," said George.

Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it. Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot. One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is. The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look. I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants. When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face. I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left. I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him. I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear. As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed. As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding. There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above. This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that. I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts. Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here. I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip. His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat. My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome. He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus. “Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered. I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.” With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd. Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm, this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. “Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock. We both froze while recovering. “Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass. I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town. I get off on your comments.

I am 33 and had never taking any cock bare before... before tonight that is. Every man that had fucked my hairy versatile ass, used condoms. They all blew they loads either inside the rubber or on me somewhere. Even the transwomen and crossdressers who fucked me wore condoms. That sets us up for tonight's main event, me taking cock bareback for the first time and getting bred. I had been getting fucked since college, mostly by older bears, silver daddies, and fat/chubby daddies who loved my slim body and bouncy ass. This is where the two main actors of tonight's show enter, Robert and Bill. I had met Robert and Bill while visiting my local bathhouses. Robert and Bill were a married couple who loved cruising the local bathhouses for young, slim bi men like me. Robert was definitely the bigger of the two, in all aspects. The 61-year-old was 6'4" and 300 pounds of big black hairy bear. He had a true big black cock: thicker than beer can and almost as long as a ruler at full mast. It took my tight white hole almost a full year to be fully able to take his cock. Bill on the other hand was smaller. The 70-year-old was 5'11" and 250 pounds. His big black cock was smaller, but still huge. 9.5" when fully erect, though not really all that thick. I could take his cocker easier than I could Robert's. They had tag teamed my ass one afternoon at the bathhouse in their room and they gave me their numbers. It was instant chemistry. From there, we met up once a month. That turned into every other week, which in turn, turned into every week. Soon we were fucking twice, three times or more a week. After a year of fucking using condoms, we decided that tonight was the night to go raw. Robert and Bill, both versatile tops, fucked bare in their relationship, but stayed safe with me. The three of us arranged a time for me to arrive at their house. Before arriving at their house, I cleaned myself out thoroughly and liberally lubed my hole inside and out. I arrived at the house of Robert and Bill around 9 pm and parked in the driveway. Robert greeted me the same way he always greeted me as reached the front door: a sloppy kiss where he would jab his tongue in my mouth and swirl it around mine and sliding a free hand down the back of pants and tracing his finger around my hole. His semi-hard BBC twitched and bounced as he moved. He always loved seeing and feeling how tight my hole was, even after fucking it. I loved seeing this 61-year-old man get horny just feeling me up. Robert was already naked, so I wasted no time stripping naked and joining him. Robert led me to his and Bill's bedroom and directed me to lay on my back. Robert explained that Bill was finishing up in the shower and that he was going to shower before joining in on the fun. My 7" cock was rock hard watching Robert's massive BBC swing and sway as he walked into the master bathroom. I laid down on my back on the bed and watched Bill and Robert trade places. Bill's BBC was full hard. He walked over to me and laid on top of me, his full weight pressing me down as we made out. As we were making out, I spread my legs wide as he rubbed his body against mine. I could feel his hard, throbbing cock aching to be inside me. The two of us said nothing as we started kissing. My moved my wide splayed legs to lock around Bill's torso as we continued to make out. There was no need for me to suck on Bill for that matter, as his monster cock was at ful mast and seemingly bobbing up and down. Bill whispered into my ear, before getting up, "I hope you're ready for the fucking of your life... because there is no going back to using condoms after tonight." Like the greedy and hungry slut I was, I propped myself up on all fours. Bill had grabbed a bottle of lube and began to pour its slippery contents over my ass, down my ass crack, and fingered the lube into my hole. My tight hole started to gape slightly as his large fingers worked the lube inside my hole. My entire ass now glistened with a slick sheen. One finger became two, then three, then four. I could feel the burn of his fingers sliding past my sphincter, but that burn turned to pleasure as Bill slid them all the way into my hole and slid all the way out of me. He repeated it until my hole was slightly gaping and puckering, then gave it one last good thrust in and out. I was ready. At this point, Bill added more oil on my ass and hole. Then it was time. I could feel his thick and bulbous head poking, prodding, and pushing against my hole. I could feel the pressure and pleasure as his thick cockhead pushed its way inside me. With a wet “shlick!” popping sound, his cockhead was inside my hole. I could feel even more lube being poured into my hole and on his cock. The instant burning sensation of pain gave way to pleasure as he slid all the way to the hilt. He held it there for a second or two and then started fucking me slow. The wet slapping and my moaning were echoing throughout the room as Robert who had finished showering was cheering me on. The rhythmic pace changed. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he fucked me with reckless abandon. He pounded me senseless as he poured more lube on his cock and my hole. My cock was leaking precum as it twirled and flopped around as I was being fucked. My moans had turned whorish, and my eyes had turned back inside my head. I was in heaven as this black bear pounded my hole. Robert walked out of the bathroom and watched his partner pound me, stroking his monster cock. Bill and I were dripping with sweat as he flipped me on my back and rammed his cock back into me. Five minutes, turned to ten, then ten turned into thirty as Bill kept changing up his pace, almost teasing me and denying me the load I wanted. Robert was also fully erect and laid down next to me, stroking his cock, watching his husband pound me. He encouraged me, as his husband kept pound my hole into submission. At this point Bill and I were sweating, as he flipped me onto my back. He laid on top of me and kept the same pounding pace. The slapping almost echoing throughout the room. A few more minutes and Bill's pace became harder and even faster, more erratic. I could feel his throbbing cock tense up. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Bill cried out. "Breed him, Robert," Robert ordered. I moaned like a whore in heat, "Breed me, daddy! Impregnate me with your black babies!" Bill gave one final thrust and buried his cock to the hilt inside me. Bill was orgasming hard. His big black cock was pumping rope after rope, jet after jet, of white hot cum inside me. We laid together as Bill's softening cock left my cum filled hole. My hole was gaping wide. Robert bent down and lubed me up even more. His massive black cock entered me to the hilt with ease. Robert wasted no time fucking me and churning Bill's cum inside me. Robert pounded me for what seemed like an hour. I had cum multiple times hands free. my chest was covered in my own cum. Robert just kept going, fucking me like a slut. I was pretty sure I was mind broken at this point having came multiple times and having had multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm. Finally, after an hour, Robert's massive cock stiffened as he bottomed out in me. "Take my babies! I'm going to make you pregnant!" he roared in my ear. "Take his load!" Bill responded. All I could do was give a whorish moan as Robert's cock released torrent after torrent of white hot cum inside me. After Robert pulled out, the three of us laid together, sharing a sloppy make out session. I could feel both of their loads dribbling out of my now wide open hole. I was cream filled for the first time. As we were making out, I saw Bill was rock hard again. Round two was about to begin.

4.5 hrs into a day at club columbus and I've gotten 2 oral loads and 4 in my ass! 1 was in the dark room glory hole booth and I legit thought he stuck his arm through the hole! Another was a self proclaimed bottom with fat 7" and a 2 gauge PA! My hole is loose and dripping!

Successful weekend . Friday afternoon Daddy 1 fucked me like a champ , I should have used more lube...dumped a huge load in me. I Left his pretty quickly and headed to daddy 2 house, slightly later than arranged . Got there and apologised for being late ..within minutes daddy2 was unwittingly pushing daddy1 load back in and adding to it .. Daddy2 lives nearby so it's easy to pop over for quick meets now that daddy1 is unavailable.

They are fucking hot. Love how that Top seeded that bottom's hole deep. Just the way I'd like it.

I’m going to la Feb 23-25 and looking to get my hole whored out have a room so I can host just need loads

Jeff Allen from Raging Stallion (filmed me with out my permission and broadcast it live - not a nice guy) Tony Cummings from Raging Stallion (nice guy) Rafael Alencar (after he left his "contractual obligations with RS), nice guy, he still had he braces!

i have had a similar analogy as hntnhole for several years, i.e., i find random hook up sex to be like fast-food. I.e., it's quick, easy, fills the void, and full of fat, sugar and other additives lol. it's never been my ideal, but i think "ideal" may be an illusion? i'm the annoying guy on hook-up sites with the too long profile. i'm the one who tries to engage in what has been often termed "endless messages." i understand many who do that are not looking to ever get together, just jack off... but some of us (waves hand) have a purpose."Endless messages" are my attempts at communication and "connection." i will have fast food sex if that's all i can get, or if just don't want to do the work of preparing a seven course meal... But, i want connection a lot more than i want quick and easy. And that requires some unpacking, because i don't think most of us "connect" in the standard heteronormative ways. i have to get ready for work, so more later... but thanks for starting this thread LetsPozBreed. I think it's a great topic, and i appreciate all the thoughtful responses.

Many thanks for your compliment. Yeah, it's really not easy to tell if you'll have that spark with someone in play - at least not until things start happening and you start getting into the moment. I'll admit there have been occasions at the fuckjoints where I've gotten with a guy and things just clicked - the kind of thing where you want to just find a private corner somewhere and forget everyone and everything else in the place and just express your mutual energies to one another. But there's also a sense of freedom to be had when doing that in the privacy of one's own abode.

Speaking for myself of course, I have been guilty of relying too much on poppers to open me up instead of prepping my hole in other ways. I find that using a lube injector and then putting a bit of Vaseline around the anus before using a toy is much better at relaxing me than just relying on the poppers. I love poppers - don't get me wrong. If I've done the other "pre-work", the poppers are the icing on the cake and I can take very large dicks with no effort. Hung tops usually appreciate that they can just start fucking right away, as no additional lube is needed. I splurge on the Double Scorpio brand because they smell wonderful and I don't get a headache from using them.

Looks like a cumdump has been awaking in this married man...wonder how many tops will breed his eager hole! Hot story, please continue...

Yeah, Red Roof Inn on N Druid Hills Rd or the Cheshire Motor Inn on Cheshire Bridge Rd which is halfway between the Heretic and Toyko Valentino.

PART TWO I was in a state of shock as Seth started laying down the ground rules to everyone before filming started, "I'll be brief coz I don't want you to lose your hard-ons, though you'll get them back pretty quick! For those of you that haven't worked with us before, or watched our videos, you don't cum in Cody's mouth, you either cum on his face or into the glass here..." I looked across and saw the type of large cocktail glass I'd seen in so many female blowbang videos, not knowing there was a male equivalent. "Don't get pushy, you'll all likely get a turn in his mouth!" The guys all whooped & cheered at that comment, I could've died. "Now there's two cameramen here & a sound guy for each one so we'll just switch angles when we put it out if you get in the way. As you know, we don't like showing poppers so if you wanna use them, we'll just switch angles then too. Cody, if you need to use them just tap your knee and one of our guys will sort you out & we'll cut to a shot of the guys." I nodded, my head still spinning. "We're right to go so take a couple of hits and.......action!" I took a couple of deep hits of the poppers in each nostril to relax and gave the bottle back. I'd obviously done some experimenting with drugs previously but these made me feel so loose & turned on. Seth stood next to one of the cameramen and started talking to me, "And who do we have here?" "Cody" "And how old are you Cody?" "19" "19?!?! Wow, some real fresh meat. Have you ever done something like this before?" I shook my head, thinking "Fuck.....can we get started already?" "And what would your friends say if they knew you were doing something like this?" "Oh they'd be totally shocked" (not a word of a lie there!) "Well, we'd better get these guys in to test out this fresh mouth!" as he said that, a guy came from either side of me and without thinking, I started stroking their dicks. I was so high & horny, and I'd seen so many straight blowbang videos that I kinda knew what to do. "How do they feel Cody?" "They feel really good." I was kinda shocked at how hot & hard they felt, I'd be lying if I wasn't turned on, even if I wasn't high off the poppers. "I think you've been talking too much mate, time to put that mouth to much better use." Seth said, and both the guys laughed. I turned to my left and took cock in my mouth for the first time, and the first of so many that day. END OF PART TWO

I was leaving a hookup and got messaged by a guy on my way home so I stopped by. They were very nervous about being discreet which was cute, but I go into his apartment and hes on the couch stroking a nice cock. I get on my knees and blow him for a while and then he turns me around and we're fucking standing up in the middle of his living room with me bent over at the waist. He just up and pulled out and moved to my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth and I was blowing him again before I realized I was doing ass to mouth for the first time. Now I've been to bathhouses and glory holes and all that so I'm sure I've sucked a dick right out of an ass before, but this was the first time "for real." It was so fucking hot that I asked him to switch back and forth, which he did a few more times before pulling out and spraying all over my back...which was a shame, but...new kink discovered.

The BB scene in Spain is IMHO one of the best in Europe. We have tons of BB fuck centers. Madrid, Barcelona, Gran Canaria, Torremolinos, Sitges... all with dozens of places to try and learn. Thus, Spain needs its own subforum here! @rawTOP

In my sportier years I treated myself to the occasional massage via gay contacts, so I felt comfortable being nude on the table. 100% of them would result in the masseur going nude too, so when it came to the lower back, butt and upper leg section where they'd straddle me on the table, I'd say at least 85% of them led to their hard on teasing my crack, then hole, and then sliding in bare and giving me a load. Unsurprisingly I developed a submissive weakness to being massaged from this.

How it Happened Ch. 3 I caught the bus back to campus without any trouble. The whole time with Michael seemed like a terrifying sexy dream. My well-fucked ass and the slowly leaking jizz seeping from my “boy pussy” told me I had not imagined my time with Michael. Fortunately, my roommate was still gone when I returned to my dorm room. I stripped and took another shower, so when I woke in the morning I wouldn’t wake to a puddle of cum in my bed. I told myself, even though I promised to let Michael fuck me raw anytime he wanted, this was only a one-time occurrence. When we met again, I would explain I preferred to engage in only safe-sex. I was sure he would understand, and we could move forward without any repeat of our wild and reckless night. Now having told myself this, I had to admit the sex had been amazing. The warm, throbbing cock pumping in and out of me had treated me to what had to be without a doubt some of the best sex in my life. I found myself getting hard as I remembered the hot, pulsing shots of his thick semen filling me up, as he continued pounding me like a porn star whore. I understood now why guys loved fucking raw, and I almost regretted depriving that lacrosse of the opportunity to breed me as Michael had done. Still it was better to be safe, than sorry. Michael and I could get tested together, and once our tests came back negative, we could skip rubbers and fuck like the night before. I took a couple of Aleve PM, so I could get some rest, and hopefully ease the pain of my well-fucked ass. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my roomie return, but I was too far gone to care. When I woke up, I first thought it was dawn, but, I had slept through the entire day. Fortunately, I had only two classes, but I had never missed a class in my life. I contacted friends from those classes to catch up on my missed work, as well as checked over my work for the next day’s class-work. My friends from the night I met Michael had texted me to make sure I was doing okay. They apologized for abandoning me at after-hours club. I texted back it was all cool and had met a great guy, who was interested in seeing me again. Bed-time, Michael texted me. I found myself boning up at once as soon as I saw a message from him. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but at this point I couldn’t care less how he got my number. He told me how much he enjoyed our time together and was definitely looking forward to seeing me again Friday night. I responded telling him how much fun I had as well, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I soon found my cock leaking like crazy as he told me how much he enjoyed being inside me, and the way my “boy pussy” just seemed to keep milking his cock for more jizz. Even though his graphic texts turned me on something awful, I told him I really needed to talk about being safe in the future. I felt relieved when he responded that was something we could talk about Friday. I had been afraid he would want to not see me again, but that seemed not to be the case. He told me his friends were excited to meet me this coming weekend. His last text of the night included a picture of his cock buried in my ass, with some of his loads leaking out, with the comment, “Something to dream about until we see one another again. I barely made it to our bathroom, before I blew my load all over myself. I wanted him to fuck me again in the worse way. The rest of the week seemed to drag along at a snail’s pace, until Friday afternoon and my classes were over for the week. I made sure to try and get ahead of my school work, so I wouldn’t have anything to do Sunday night. It didn’t help Michael sexted me every night. I was a quivering messy of teen hormones by the time I caught the bus to Michael’s apartment Friday evening. The second night we had texted, he made me promise not to fap for the rest of the week. He wanted me loaded with jizz, so he could empty me out completely by the end of the weekend. The thought of someone making me climax until I couldn’t shoot anymore strangely turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I was when I climbed on the bus from Hopkins to downtown. I packed my toiletries, as well a couple changes of clothes, since I had no idea what he had planned for us to do over the weekend. I made sure I packed a box of condoms, just in case Michael didn’t have any on hand. I wanted to be prepared like the Eagle Scout I was. My heart was pounding, and there was a nice sized wet spot on my jeans, by the time I arrived at Michael’s apartment. I was seriously regretting following his instructions I free-ball. My tight jeans rubbed me in ways I wasn’t used to while wearing underwear. Every step made me harder and ooze even more precum. The outer door-grate was unlocked and opened easily when I pulled on it. I took a deep breathe before I hesitantly knocked on the door. I could hear voices and music playing, so I knocked a little bit harder a couple more times before I heard the door unlock and open. “Babe,” Michael smiled at me stepping aside to let me enter. I thought I’d blow my wad right there in the door way when I saw him. The only thing he had on was pair of black skin-tight jeans with the top button unbuttoned. His thick, hard cock bulged and strained against the zipper which seemed barely able to restrain his desire for me. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get here, so the fun can begin,” he told me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His kiss threw me completely off kilter, everything I had planned to say to him went out of my mind. As we kissed, he began getting me out of my clothes, I almost felt as if I were in a porn flick, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Once I was naked, Michael handed me the glass pipe we had smoked last time I was there. I started to say I didn’t want to get started that quick this time, but as soon as I opened my mouth the pipe was inserted. “Inhale babe, just keep inhaling like a good lil’ chem piggy,” he chuckled, as he continued moving his lighter back and forth as he started stroking my cock. God, what a surreal and amazing feelings he was created in me. Occasionally, he would take a hit himself, but soon I found it back in my mouth. I lost track of time as I stood in the doorway getting wasted and jerked off by him. My lust for Michael was equal to the previous time I had been at his place on Saturday night. I wanted his dick bad and he knew it. He pushed me down to my knees, before feeding me his beautiful, thick, uncut cock. I worshiped it, as he had taught me to the first time I sucked him. I swear I got even harder, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to seriously face-fuck me like the slut he called me. I gagged somewhat, but soon was able to take his cock to his shaved groin. If being his slut got me his dick, I was more than willing to become one for him. I was in love with him and wanted to please him. I began to love it when he forced himself deep down my throat cutting off my air and holding it there until I was almost ready to pass out, Slobber and precum coated his cock when he finally withdrew it long enough to let me breath, before shoving it in deep. He could do anything he wanted, I was his to use, so long as he fucked me. I began to believe and accept his dirty talk about being his slut, bitch-boy. I was his whore/cumslut. I wanted, no correct that, NEEDED, to please him anyway I could so he would slide his magnificent fuck-stick inside my boy-cunt. Safe-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I NEEDED to feel him deep inside me and flooding my insides with his cum. He pulled me off his throbbing, dripping cock, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah slut, we’re going to have a fun time this weekend,” he told me yanking me to my feet by my hair, before French kissing the hell out of me. “Come on bitch, time for some more fuck smoke and some fuck vitamins, then you can get back to work showing me how much you want my fuck stick and dirty loads up your cunt.” I didn’t even think to argue, I just followed him down to the living-room. All thoughts of safe-sex had vanished into thin air like the clouds of white smoke he began to feed me once I swallowed another smiley-face pill and a blue diamond-shaped pill. Once again, he encouraged me to drink more Gatorade. Once I had finished the Gatorade, he fed me even more of the amazing fuck-smoke, which made me even horny than I thought possible. I didn’t even wait to be asked, I finished the pipe off and dropped to my knees and returned to worshiping my new owner. If I had been sober, I would have taken serious offense to being referred to as his property, now rather than his boyfriend. If it meant I would soon be fucked by him, I was more than willing to be his bitch, slut. I had no intention of debated his claim of knocking me up, as being proof I was now his to do or to use however he wanted. My sole focus was bringing pleasure to him, so he would bring me pleasure. I moaned in pleasure, as he continued to forcefully use my mouth and throat. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and slipping something small and hard in my hole. A moment later I felt a warm, burning feeling suddenly shot into my hole, before the hard, small cylinder slide from my hole. As time began to stand still, my hole began to hunger to be filled with his hard cock. I was about to try and pull off his cock to beg him to fuck me, when suddenly my hole stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as an enormous cock-head punched through it’s opening, thrusting several massively, thick inches deep inside me. “Sorry Mikey, we just couldn’t wait any longer to join the party,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind me. “Is he as good as cock-sucker as he looks?” Another voice off to the side asked. “It looks like he knows how to deep through you, but can he do me? A third voice asked. “Well there is only one way to find out, you’ll just have to take him for a test spin. He’s yours for the weekend, but don’t break him please I still want to keep him for a while longer to expand his horizons,” I heard Michael chuckle as he pulled me off his cock and slide out from under me and off the couch. I gasped for breath as I felt the rest of my mysterious fucker’s raw dick sink all the way inside me as his bushy pubes settled against my ass cheeks. My head dropped all the way down on the sofa cushion as I moaned in pleasure at the mysterious cock now buried balls deep inside me. I was torn between feeling betrayed by my new boyfriend, and the incredible pleasure of the thick piece of fuck-meat now buried inside me. I didn’t even know what the guy even looked like, but I was beginning to not even care, because as he began rocking in and out of me slowly at first building momentum, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing thick cock to stop. I my moans of pleasure soon matched both the speed and depth of his fucking. “Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” chuckled the voice behind me, which prompted laughs from the others. I never had any doubt he would,” laughed Michael. “Have fun with him. I’ll be back later, I have a “date” with a hot lil’ Calvert Hall senior. I may bring him back to join the fun,” chuckled my “boyfriend”. “The kid loves raw cock and cum, I met him at Bush River,” he laughed. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up to face him. “You are going to take good care of my friends while I’m gone aren’t you cumdump?” He asked me with a look that told me I had better behave or else. “Yes…Sir,” I answered submissively, fearing what might happen if I dared to refuse. Besides, I was really beginning to enjoy the fuck I was getting for this mysterious man. “That’s a good lil’ bitch slut,” he smirked at me. “I’m just helping you become the lil’ faggot slut you’ve always dreamed of being,” he laughed, before leaning down to kiss the hell of me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours gents, enjoy,” he said before letting go of my hair and leaving the room. “Here blow some clouds boy,” commanded a deep voice holding the glass pipe to my mouth. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the flame begin to move along the bottom of the glass bubble. Each time I inhaled deeply, the cock fucking me paused, only to resume its relentless pounding of my ass. Once I finished off the white rock, I found myself presented with two cocks to service. One black and one caramel-colored, both were larger and thicker than I had seen before in my limited sexual explorations. Normally, I would have resisted, but instead I began to worship those beautiful cocks being presented to me. I was in heaven licking and sucking on them, while another cock continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Damn, this cunt is amazing,” grunted the voice behind me. “He’s a horny lil’ fucker,” he groaned, before slapping my ass hard, which in turned made me moan around one of the cocks stuffing my throat. “I think Mikey found a good one here, he’s a nasty lil’ pussy boy,” chuckled one of the voices busy feeding me cock. “Get…ready…to…swap,” panted my fucker. “SHIT! YES! FUCK!” Howled the man long dicking me like there was no tomorrow. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…LOAD!” I pushed back against the unknown man fucking me as I felt his dick begin to swell and fill me with his jizz. I wanted his load in the worse way. “Damn! That was a good fuck, can’t wait until he’s really broken in properly,” chuckled the man as I felt his cock begin to withdraw from me. I tried to close my ass to keep his load inside, but I couldn’t. The next thing I knew another cock was sliding inside me, while I was presented with a cum-covered cock to clean. I didn’t hesitate in opening my mouth to clean and worship the cock that had just fucked me so wonderfully.

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.

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

After deep seeding a guy's pussy, I like taking him out to a bar for a few beers knowing he is having some leakage that is keeping his hole wet. It just makes him want to be re-seeded over and over. And when other guys in the bar know he is sperm lubed it makes it easier to arrange a group breeding.