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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

So it has been a couple weeks since the last amazing sex with the 81-year-old man that lives in the senior apartment complex where my mother lives. [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77860-great-sex-with-an-81-year-old-man/ Yesterday I woke up feeling really horny so I decided to call my new friend and see if he wanted me to come over again. I called him up and as expected he was extremely excited to have me over and I almost couldn’t get him off the phone as he was talking about how much he enjoyed fucking my ass last time we met. So I got out of bed, showered and cleaned out and made my way to my friends apartment. The whole drive over my cock was thick and throbbing thinking about the last time we met. I parked my car and walked in the building. The whole walk as I made my way to his apartment I had butterflies in my stomach like a little kid, which is strange, because I have bottomed for so many men but for some reason this one excited me more than most. I knocked on his door and it swung open almost immediately. There was my new friend wearing the same robe he wore last time but this time his cock was swollen, and his robe was hanging open. I stepped in and he immediately shut the door. I turned to him and held his cock in my left hand and rubbed his thick gray chest hair with my right. He leaned in and gave me a kiss as he proceeded to reach around me and squeeze both my ass cheeks. His cock was rock hard, so I assume he took his little blue pill in preparation for my holes. I slid down to my knees and hands that were just grasping my ass cheeks were now resting on the back of my head as I slipped his cock into my mouth. I immediately tasted the tremendous flow of pre-cum that was now leaking on my tongue. He forced his cock in and out of my mouth while holding the back of my head much rougher than the first time we fucked but it was definitely a welcome change. he fucked my face right there in the doorway for several minutes before he instructed me to stand up, undress, go lay on the bed and spread my legs. I eagerly moved to his bed, laid down in the middle and held my legs back. My legs were almost behind my head to offer him my well used hole. He wasn’t far behind me, and slid off his robe as he walked to his nightstand to grab his large glass container of Vaseline. He slowly and carefully climbed on the bed, while holding the jar and knelt right in front of my hungry hole. He scoop some Vaseline out of the jar and pressed it in and on my hole before sliding in two fingers. He looked like he was in some sort of happy trance as he worked his two fingers in and out of my ass. He couldn’t contain his smile as he effortlessly slipped in a third and then a fourth finger. He was basically fisting me, but his thumb still was out. He slid his hand in and out, in and out, over and over and it felt truly amazing as he massaged my prostate. I felt like I could cum if he kept it up a while longer as a drips of semen that he had been milking out of me were starting to make a nice mess in my pubic hair. To my dismay, he stopped, and proceeded to lube his cock. He slid it in my ass and then leaned forward laying his weight on me face-to-face. He started slowly thrusting. I could feel my cum covered pubes rubbing into the beautiful grey hair that led from his muff to his bellybutton. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out slowly, but firmly started to push me over the edge. I was moaning loudly, and I could tell he like this when all of a sudden I started to ejaculate on his belly as it was pressed against mine. It was an extremely powerful orgasm, and he moaned as my hole tightened with each pump of cum I shot between us as he fucked me. It must have been at least a dozen squirts of cum because I could feel how slick our bodies now were and I could feel the cold tickle as it ran down my side down to the mattress. I was quivering with each thrust and squealing with pleasure this made him speed up his thrusting. You could’ve never guessed it was an 80-year-old man fucking me so hard and rhythmically. I wrapped my legs around his back and was pushing his cock in me deeper with my legs with each thrust. He’s he began to moan and I knew he was about to seed me. After about another minute or two, he let out extremely loud groan, and I could feel his cock throbbing as he deposited his DNA deep in my belly. He started doing short, extremely hard thrust as he pumped in me while letting out a loud groan with each pump culminating in him, resting all his weight on me with his head buried next to mine. I could still feel slight twitches from his cock that was still in me. He lifted his head up some and we started kissing, which we did for several minutes before he pulled out of me and rolled over next to me. To my surprise with a stern voice, he instructed me to clean him up so I reached for tissue and he stopped me and said “use your mouth boy”. Hearing that was hot as fuck, and I immediately started licking the cum and any traces of me off his shaft. I licked his pubes and his belly, which were completely covered in my cum while he watched with his hands behind his head smiling in approval. He then instructed me to do something I didn’t expect, and that was to straddle him with my anus right up to his face as he was propped up in bed. He instructed me to suck his cock gently to which, without hesitation I did. I could kind of see that he was staring at my anus, and then he started working his fingers slowly in and out of my cum filled hole. He started asking me lots of questions about how I started fucking and who took my virginity, things of that nature. I explained to him how I started bottoming when I was a very young child. He was fascinated by this and asked me so many questions about the men that used to fuck me. I don’t mind talking about this stuff, but it was a little awkward, because I was trying to suck his cock, and answer his questions in great detail. He continued to finger my ass as he inquired about my many different sexual experiences, mostly when I was young. I didn’t mind going into detail about my experiences because they are very erotic stories and once he realized it didn’t upset me I think he was genuinely interested in hearing them. As I told them about the first load I ever received in my ass his cock firmed back up from its semi flaccid state. Once this happened, I concentrated on sucking him which was paying off because again he was leaking pre-cum. As he gently fingered and caressed my whole, I worked his cock really vigorously and almost without warning he started to ejaculate in my mouth. It was a surprising amount for a guy that just an hour ago I came in me. I swallowed every drop and thank him before sliding up and laying next to him. He was so gracious and appreciative of the sex we just had. He told me that sex with me made him feel like a teenager again, this really made me feel good. I told him I had to get going and before I got out of bed, he told me to wait a second. So I laid there as he crawled out of bed into the bathroom. I heard the water run for a minute or so and then he reemerged holding a warm, wet hand towel. He sat on the edge of the bed and instructed me to stand in front of him which I did. He started to clean my cock and stomach that has been covered in my jizz. He had me turn around and he gently cleaned my anus. It literally was one of the sweetest gestures I had experienced in a long time. I got dressed, and we said our goodbyes and I left to continue on with my day.

Got chatting to a 22 Yr old tonight online... He live about 700 yards from me, cute with 8 inches.... Said he was curious to fuck a guy but only uses condoms.... After 50 messages back n forth he decides he's horny and coming to mine to squirt his BB load up me, anon, darkroom...... 10 mins later he's pounding me very hard and dumps his load up me after 3 mins.... I licked his beautiful balls n cock clean and he was ready for load no 2....dumped it up me n left...... Few messages afterwards from him to say thankyou for letting him cum up me..... Lovely twink.

I’ve had two recent breedings with truckers. Fortunately for me they were the same day. One in his can, one in a sleazy motel. First guy, married, blond, hairy, 225#, 7 inches, met me naked in the sleeping cab of his truck. I got naked and face down in the bunk, he mounted me and ducked for over an hour. Got two loads out of him. Second met me at a Motel . He’s older, muscular, bearded, about 6 inches. We had a rough fuck session that ended with me taking load #3. Held all in most of the night.

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III I need to make my way to the showers and push out this thing and the cum.. As I walk down the hall my head starts to get light and my ass starts to burn.. but more for desire. My hole needs attention. Lust seems to be taking over my body. Its heard to breath for a minute. I stop and try to focus on standing and breathing. I can feel throbbing coming from both my dick and asshole. My ass needs more dick. A guy comes up from behind me and says “how are you feeling?” I turn around. He’s nasty. He has a gaunt face, probably 60, 5’9” and 160 with a few tattoos around his waste. They look like Chinese stars and bug stingers. I notice his dick is pink and has what looks like blood streaks. Fuck, this is one of the guys that fucked me. For some reason i still liked his touch. With one hand he holds my shoulder and looks deeper into my eyes and repeats “hey, how are you feeling? you want some more seed?”. His other hand reaches around to my ass his finger probes my slick hole. I don’t say anything. I don’t deny nor accept his offer. He smiles, showing me his yellow teeth, and holding my shoulders pushes me down the hall. He opens one of the doors. Inside is stained mattress, an unzipped backpack, and a mounted TV playing group bareback porn. He grabs my face and slithers his tongue into my mouth. Im both repulsed and turned on by this old troll. He grabs my dick and I grab his. Both of our dicks are tender feeling but hard and start leaking a precum. I open my eyes while we’re standing there and see the 20 year old from the video room. He’s hot as hell. He comes to the open door and starts jerking his 9 inch fat dick. The old man pushes me backward. I think about my ass needing more attention. It burns for more. My heels hit the bedside and i fall backwards. The old man doesn’t miss a beat and puts his arms under my legs to pin me on my back and expose my hungry hole. I look down at his precum slick dick head aimed for my hole. He spits on my hole. I can feel the warmth of his spit coating my holes lips. He nudges forward and I feel his dickhead sink into me. It feels amazing. He works the head in and out a few times. The boy at the door say “fucking hot, Bill.. good find.” The boy walks over, crawls onto the bed and sits directly on my face. His hairy hole on my mouth. His large saggy balls on my chin. He moans “eat my ass.. rim me dude” I comply and start licking his hole. I feel the thick hair on my lips and tongue and taste the funk and what seems to be slickness from possibly being fucked earlier in the evening. I hear more guys coming into the room and one says with a deep voice “this is what I’m talking about” “nicee, Bill”. Bill is now slowly sliding in and out of me. I hear another guy say “here lets put another shard in him” Bills dick abandons my hungry hole. I feel brutally rough fingers jam another piece of glass deep in my ass. It feels like its in my stomach. It burns but more quickly this time makes me want more dick, deeper in me. Bill fucks the shard deeper in me. He starts to breath heavier and pump. He’s about to cum. I feel his dick flexing harder. The 20 year old on top of me is now stroking my dick as bill is about to climax. Bill moans “ahh here’s another load.. ahh hell yeah” He pulses and jams a few more times. i hear a deeper voice claim my ass next “my turn,.. I'm about to bust” Bill passes my legs to the deep voice guy. I feel his belly press up against my balls and his much smaller dick slide into my cum filled hole. He pumps a few times and growls “oh man, god I love breeding dirty muscle pups.. ahh fuck yeah” I feel his balls jetting into me. I pull him into me even more. I want all of him. I want all of them. He's not enough. He pushes forward as he pulsates. I think he’s making out with the 20 year old. I feel cold hands grab my right ankle. The fat bear climbs off. My other ankles is grabbed. My ass looses some of the cum its filled with. It feels like ounces of liquid oozes onto the mattress. The guy holding my ankles say “fuck yeah, how many loads has this pup taken?” Bill responds “at least 4 so far.. Then another voice says “my load was worked up in there also earlier from when i got head and Rafa fucked him..” Another voice says “Rafa eh.. pup I hope you like all the strains, Rafa just found out he’s full blown..” The man with my ankles moaned and shoved his thick cock in my hole. this one was just what I wanted.. Thick and long. He really stretched my ass. As he pounded the 20 year old scooted back and started working his dick in my mouth. My jaw could hardly accommodate 1/4th of this dick. I could smell ass, spit, and fuck on his dick. He definitely fucked earlier. I felt the guy jackhammering my ass speed up. He moaned and rams hard and stays deep. His dick is so thick I can feel every vain flex with the climax. I feel his cum in my stomach. I wanted all of him in me. I pulled his thighs. He too was old feeling and thin. I grabbed his waist to pull him harder and feel his boney ribs. He leans down to sucked the 20 year olds dick for a moment and then dismounted me. As he slides out, my hole is gaping, cold, raw, and wants more. I grab the underside of my knees to expose it even more. I feel the cool air assist the liquids both sink deeper into my body and chill them running down my crack and back. The 20 year old climbs behind me. He’s next. His dick is so big. The head was as big as the last guys entire dick. It is perfect. He leans into me and kisses me. His young tongue, sweet spit, and full lips are refreshing. At the same time he sinks deeper and deeper into my ass. I want him. He pumps a few times in and out while sinking. I looked around the room. There’s one other guy left who’s jerking. he is about 40 and very hairy. Possibly middle eastern. As the 20 year old starts to speed up the hairy guy positions himself behind the 20 year old. The 20 year old bottoms out and stops. I feel him flexing. He grabs my neck with one hand and leans forward and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I feel him flexing harder. the hairy guy is entering the 20 year old. I reach down to jack my dick. I am already close to blowing my load. My dick is so sensitive. The two of them started to pump in sync. Their weight together fucks me even deeper. My ass was stretched to its limit. I feel all the toxic cum being rubbed into my ass walls but this massive man dick. The pace started to speed up. The 20 year old moaned. “oh.. oh man.. here it cums” the hairy guy groaned also. I couldn’t stop my dick from shooting. He was hitting my prostate and every other part of my insides. I started to shake a with each jet. Again my ass hold tightens around the dick flooding my ass. Pump.. pump.. pump.. My dick jumps at the same time his dick flexes. The two of them fall forward onto me and then crash to the side of me and lay down on the bed. the 20 year olds knot is still inside me but slowly deflating. We were all so excused and breathing heavy.. I doze off.. Everything's black. I see a giant bull with red eyes approaching me. Where am i? My ass is on fire. The bull comes closer and I can see his red firehose of a dick start to emerge from the black fur. It;s glistening with red slickness. Everything goes black. I’m now in barn and I see a giant scorpion the size of a dog and a long black stinger dripping hot white acid. raised above it's body. For some reason I want it’s acid in me. I look to the right and see I’m under under the demon cows body it’s 16” dick is about to touch my lips. I accept it. i put the head in my mouth. It’s dick hole is at least 1/2” wide. I taste salty precum with my tongue. I suck on it and feel it start to flex and pump. A shot of cum fills my mouth. My mouth starts being flooded with cum. It’s so hot and salty. It has thick chunks of sperm. I can’t help but swallow gulp after gulp. I feel the stinger making its way into my hole. It burns but i want it. I feel its cold sharp tip enter me. It sinks deeper and stretches my hole to it’s ripping point and then stops. I then feel a blast acid in my hole. My dick is throbbing. I want more of both. I suck harder on the dick and try to use my feet to get the stinger father in my ass. My dick is about to explode. I wake up. I’m still in the bathhouse bed. I’m alone. My dick is throbbing. I feel my ass and it’s crusted with dry cum and blood. the mattress has blood on it from my ass. What time is it? I need to get to my meetings. Fuck I am so out it. My dick is so hard and my ass is sore but feels good. I rush back to my locker, throw on my cloths and head back to the Courtyard. It’s sometime in the morning. The sun is barely coming up. Luckily I know my first meeting doesn’t start until noon. I can probably get cleaned up and get more rest. As I walk I feel my ass get sticky and wet. I’m surely leaking into the ass of my jeans. As i enter the lobby I notice the front desk guy is an veiny old daddy. He’s probably 60, muscular looking, overly manicured, and looks like he's been around. He smiles at me as I shuffle to the elevator. I look like shit. As I pass him, i know he can see my ass is wet. I wait for the elevator embarrassed but so tired I don’t care.

II i stand there and process that I already have two random guys cum in my ass. The risk isn't that high, is it? Definitely no more unsafe sex. But I do want to blow another load or at least explore this place a bit more. I make my way through the glory hole room. I pass a few more guys at holes sucking off dicks. Theres a long hallway with doors on each side. Those must be the rooms. I walk down the hallway and hear guys grunts and fucking. My dick throbs, letting me know its not ready to leave yet. I feel more liquid leaking down my leg. I reach down to wipe my towel on it. As i pull my hand up i catch a little more light. My fingers are pink. Is my ass bleeding? I look at my towel. There are red marks. My ass is bleeding. It must be from the scratching or something? Luckily I don’t smell any shit.. just liquids. I approach a larger room with showers. One heavy set guy is showering. A bit passed the showers are jacuzzis. There are a few older guys sitting it it. Their eyes follow me as I walk passed. I see a few dark narrow hallways. I enter one. Its a video room with a big elevated bed area. A younger dude in his mid 20s is on it. He looks american but fully hairy and a little stocky, but still hot. He’s stroking his dick. His dick is shiny and huge. It looks like it’s about 9” or so. Very hot. He spots me and then turns back to the projected bareback porn. I exit that room and try to look down the other narrow hallway but it’s pitch black. I hear some sucking, moaning, and slapping. I can’t tell if its a room or a hallway now. I enter running my hand along one of the walls. I come across a shoulder and chest. the skin is smooth and a bit loose like an older guy. I whisper “sorry”. He whispers “anytime” and then he feels my waste, back, and slide his hand down to my ass. My dick twitches but I keep slowly making my way forward. My legs lightly bump a guy on his knees. I squeeze his shoulder in apology. He’s unfazed and sucking a dick. I decide to stop and lean up against the wall until my eyes adjust more to this new darker room. I hear what must be 3-4 pairs of guys sucking and or fucking. A hand from my right, no doubt the guy who's chest i touched, grabs my hand an brings it to his bare dick. It’s about 5” and average thickness but rock hard and uncut. He’s leaking precum. As I hold his dick he grabs my wrist and makes me jerk him. His other hand undoes my towel and it again falls to the ground. My hard dick is free again. He starts exploring my muscular body with his hands. he whispers “hot body, bud..” As he explores my body his fingers find my wet hole. He moans “mmm.” He starts to probe my hole with his finger while stroking my dick. I do the same thing to him. I feel his ass and hole. He’s definitely older. I can feel the looseness of his ass skin. His hole is loose and slimy. I then feel another set of hands grab my dick. Then a month cover it. Its the cocksucker. He must have spun around. I’m overwhelmed again. Another set of hands start touching me from the left. They grab my face and bring me in for a kiss. A mystery tongue is shoved in my mouth. This guy has bad breath and almost metallic tasting spit. I try to pull away but he forcefully holds my head while exploring my mouth with his nasty tongue. My heart pounds. The danger and riskiness of it all turns me on even more. i know I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I start to kiss him back. He’s breathing into my mouth while kissing. It’s like he’s trying to push his breath into my lunges. Its making my head light. I’m powerless against these guys. All I can do i hold onto the dick to my right and the bald head sucking my dick in front of me. A free my face to get a breath of air. I then feel a cool glass tube against my nostrils. I cant help but inhale. What the fuck is this? My head spins. It’s like paint thinner. I grab the wrist of the hand holding the bottle. But I'm weak. It presses against my nose harder. I cant help but breath more into my body. I start to black out. All i can feel is my heart pounding, my dick throbbing, and fingers sliding in and out of my ass hole. A few moments go by. I start coming back and grab for the cocksuckers head. His head is gone. I grab hips. He’s how fucking himself on my dick, raw. i’m balls deep raw in this old feeling body. one hand grabs the back of my head and the tube is pressed against my nose again. I breath a few more times and black out again only feeling my dick and ass. I’m shuffled a few steps forward away from the wall. I feel my balls begin to boil. im barely standing, and more holding onto the sloppy bottom to keep balance. My dick is so hard. The tube remains under my nose. I think I’m going to pass out but i don’t. Then I feel a wet slimy body behind me. I’m bent forward a little bit. Something larger than a finger is inserted. I finely hear “fucking take it.. oh hell yeah.. keep the poppers there.. this guy is fucking hot..” He trusts a few times and growls “ahh” I feel his 5” dick blasting inside my raw ass. He’s flooding me with what feels like gallons on old warm jizz. My dick erupts. My body spasms and the tube loses my face. I shoot volley after volley of cum into this raw old ass. The bottom doesn’t stop fucking against me. He keeps bottoming out against my body. The dick from behind me disappears and the guy from my left, the one with the tube groans. I feel a spurt of hot cum on my ass crack and then he quickly pulls my waste bask onto his dick. He’s much bigger that the previous old guy. He thrusts a few more times. I can feel he had a big load. I can feel his dick stretch my ass lips and my innards as he throbs. I start coming back from my high. I’m still impaled in the ass and the bottom is trying his hardest to make me cum again. My balls are still tight. I could come again if he continues. The guy behind me shuffles out from behind me. I fall back against the wall. It give me enough room to pull out of the bottom. I can’t believe this is happening. The bottom tries to find my dick with his hole again but I hold him away and whisper “no more”. I reach down on the ground for my towel but it’s gone. I am wet slimy everywhere. My dick is still so hard though. What is happening to me here? I start making my way to the exit of the room when I feel more fingers find my ass and. I hear a guy whisper “ah found it.. here this will help you..” I try to escape his hands but he shoves something in my ass. It hurts. He shoves it as far as his finger will go. It feels like a small piece of glass that’s on fire. I quickly grab his wrist and formally pull his hand away and say “what the fuck man..” and walk away. My asshole is on fire. My dick is still hard though. It sways with each step.

I can feel my heart about to jump out of my chest as I check into the Courtyard in Chelsea. I am 27, in the best shape of my life at 6’1 210lbs all muscle. I am visiting Manhattan for the first time for work from small town Missoula MT. Tonight i am going to a bathhouse for the first time. I have messed around with a handful of guys but have always been too scared to do much more than JO and kiss. Tonight is the night i might try bottoming and definitely want to try topping. I can’t help but speed walk to my hotel room to get cleaned up. I google how to clean my ass. It seems my only option is to use the Smart water bottle in my room. 45 minutes later and a hole rubbed raw from the lip of the bottle, my ass is fresh and clean. The closest bathhouse is only an 8 minute walk. I don’t bother putting underwear on under my jeans, knowing i’ll be taking everything off in a few minutes anyways. I jam a few condoms in my pockets, and get on my way. Whatever transpires will be safe. I have heard of prep but don’t know anything about it, nor ever plan on having unsafe sex until i’m in a serious relationship. My goodness this place looks sketchy. The entrance is a dirty metal door with a dimly lit “Spa” sign above it. I go in the reception room. Behind the glass is a 40 something year old, 5’9 170 lb, white guy with a pretty handsome face, brown eyes, stubble, and looks like he’s pretty fit and hairy under his tight fitting white crew neck tshirt. I know he can sense my newness. He asks if I am a member. I simply say no. “room or locker” “umm” $15 or $35 “locker?” “okay $15, ID, phone, and any other valuables you want me to lock up and keep back here.” My hands tremble as i hand him my credit card and everything else. Here’s the key and towel. Locker 48. He buzzes me through the second metal door. It’s so dark and humid. It smells like a really dirty locker room and a heavily chlorinated jacuzzi. EDM music lightly plays through speakers in the ceiling. There is also the sounds of occasional light deep man groans and showers turning off and on. I see a few shadows walking away down a hallway. I find my way to the lockers, get fully undressed, wrap the towel around my waste, and lock the locker. As start aimlessly walking down a hallway I approach a shadowy figure. I can feel his stare. I don’t slow my walk but he reaches out to graze my stomach. He says “hey”. My eyes aren’t adjusted to the dark lighting yet. I squint and can see he’s a fit guy, about 50 years old, pretty fit at about 5’10 and 170lbs but not really my type. I don’t say anything and keep walking. He stands in the hall staring at me as I come to the first corner of the maze-like hallway. It’s a hairpin turn that opens to multiple paths with gloryholes. I stop and lean up against the wall. There is one guy about 5 feet in front of me hunched down giving head to a mystery guy on the other side oh the hole. I want to try that. My dick starts to twitch and fill with blood. Someone comes around the corner. It’s a fit 30 something year old latino guy. He’s about 5’8, muscular, and from what i can see a very handsome face. He slows nearly to a stop to check me out. My dick is now hard and throbbing. I reach down to pull it to the side in my towel and hold it. I can feel my towel getting wet from my precum. The latino sees me holding my dick, steps up to me and grabs my hand/dick and kisses my neck. I am startled by how assertive he is but also at ease. He’s sexy. He’s now full on licking my neck, jaw, and running his hands all over my body. My heart is pounding from the excitement. I can smell his spit and feel his heavy breath and wet tongue. I let go of my dick and his hand replaces mine. Both of my hands slide up his muscular hairy arms, slowly making their way to his built back. He’s very muscular. He licks his way to my lips and mouth. His other hand is now grabbing the back of my right leg. He’s scrunching up my towel to get a grip on my bare ass. His tongue enters my mouth. So big and wet. He pulls back and spits into my mouth. It’s shocking, no one has ever done that to me, but it’s so hot tasting his spit. I want this guys juices. All i can do is stand there, paralyzed as he takes complete control of my body. I rub the back of his thick neck with one hand while my other is grips his dick. It’s a solid 8” and uncut. I’ve never touched an uncut dick. Both of our towels fall to the floor. I have never been so naked, but his confidence and assertiveness makes me feel at ease. His dick is so slick with precum and the extra skin makes it easy to jack him. He’s found my hole with his right hand and fingers. His fingers are dry but he’s pushing hard and scratching his way inside. He reaches up to his mouth and spits in his hand, reaches down to his dick head, wipes off precum, and goes back to my hole to dig a bit more. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. He repeated his another time and adds precum from my dick also. No one has ever touched and invaded my hole like this. It feels amazing. His index finger is knuckle deep feeling around. He pulls out, grabs my waste, turns me around, pushes on the small of my back and pulls on my hips to bend me forward. I rest my forehead and hands against the wall. He kisses the back of my neck and starts to lick his way down to my ass. He loudly spits on my hole and buries his face and tongue in it. My head is spinning. Although my dick is untouched, it’s throbbing. I look to my sides. A few more shadowy figures have leaned up against the wall on both sides of us and are jerking, watching him eat my ass and probe with fingers. My mind jumps back to reality as I think about how unsafe it is for him to be inside me.. Spit is safe right? As long as he doesn’t try to fuck me raw. Fuck I forgot the condoms in my pants. I’ll have to go back and get them before any fucking. My mind races back to how good he feels on and in my hole. A shadow reaches over and grabs my throbbing dick. He spits in his hand and starts slowly jerking me. I grab his hard dick also. I realize he's the 50 year old. He has a decent 6” or so average thickness dick. I feel his precum leaking as I explore his dick and heavy balls. Im so turned on, I jerk him also. the 50 year old leans in and jams his tongue down my throat. His tongue is slimy but I still want his spit in my mouth also. I hear other guys to my right moaning and it sounds like one is getting head. I hear one growl “I’m gonna cum.. oh fuck yeah..” and his sucker moans. My latino’s right hand disappears from my ass cheek. The latino reaches over to the sucker and says “spit”. The latinos hand returns to my ass crack and wipes the suckers spit and i think shadowy figures cum on my crack and hole. Before I can think about it he jams his index and middle finger into my hole. Then a third finger. Then he wipes the liquid from my upper ass crack and seems like he's trying to jam it all in. My dick can’t help but throb. I feel my load building up. I am about to erupt. I moan “I’m close” the latino quickly stands up and presses his body against my back. He slides his fat precum wet dick into my loose slick hole with little resistance. What the fuck am i doing? I stand there in shock.. I try to push my waste forward to escape him bottoming out in my ass, but the latino pins me against the wall. He quickly thrusts three times balls deep and then stays balls deep in me. He grunts and breaths heavy on my neck. I feel him throbbing. He’s breeding me. I feel every pulse. My involuntarily flexes against his dick as if my body knows it wants to suck all of his cum out of his balls. He stays there pulsing. My dick cant hold it any more and erupts. The 50 year old continues to jerk me as I spray shot after shot on the wall and ground. About 15 seconds go by while the latino is pressed up against me and I’m pressed up against the wall. We catch our breath. He slowly slides out of my ass. He whispers “hot. thanks”.. I can’t find words to say anything back. He pulls away from my body. My hole is burning but cold and empty. I feel cum and liquid dripping down my thigh. The latino disappears down the hallway. The 50 year old takes his cum covered hand off my dick and licks his fingers. I bend down and grab my towel. I can’t believe it but my dick is still rock hard. I’m so turned on but so uneasy that I just got bred. I wipe my ass off and wrap my towel around my waist. I have to pull my still hard dick against my stomach. I turn my back to the wall again and lean up against it to regroup about what just happened.

I was a real slut this weekend. Today on my way home from the shore, I went to adult world bookstore in Egg Harbor City. It has couches in the theater. So I stripped down naked and put a blindfold on and knelt on a couch, ass out. Within a few minutes, someone started touching my ass then they slipped their raw cock in me. He fucked me at least 15 minutes and I begged for his seed in me, and he came in me and we were both quite verbal. Then another guy then another till I had 4 or 5 loads in me. Never saw any of them since I kept the blindfold on the whole time. The first guy encouraged others to breed me, said my ass was so slippery and soft. It was hot being a total cumdump slut. All bareback and anonymous. So finally I stood up and took off the blindfold. A few guys were there, don't know if they fucked me raw or not. Then I started sucking guys then stood against the wall where the screen was and sure enough he came over and fucked me raw too. Cum dripping down my legs and kept it in for the rest of the trip home. I was even called a pig and a slut. I loved it.

I was back in town for my 10 year high school reunion. It was the first time I had been back since I helped my parents move almost seven years earlier. That occasion was also the last time I saw and got fucked by Gary. I have been keeping in touch with him every since we graduated. He was outted to his mother just before graduation, she kicked him out, he moved into an apartment and got on with his life. A few days after he got kicked out I stopped by his apartment to see how he was doing, one thing lead to another, Gary popped my cherry. But that is a story for another day. Gary was a cute nerdy guy, 5’6” 115 pounds, sandy hair with killer green eyes and a nice thick, cut 6.5” cock. I was an still am a runner, 5’11” 145 pounds blond with blue eyes and a cut 6” cock but not as thick as Gary’s. He was elated when I told him I was coming to town for the reunion and begged for me to stay with him. Yeah, he just wanted to save me some money for a hotel. Right. LOL I rang the doorbell, Gary answered wearing dark green nylon shorts and a white t-shirt and looking exactly like he did in HS although a little gaunt. I entered kicked off my flip flops, we hugged, I bent down, we kissed with Gary pushing his tongue in my mouth which I sucked on. Not sure how long we sucked face but we did break the kiss and Gary’s bulge under his shorts showed he was happy to see me. That or he was just horny to fuck my ass. We sat on the couch, started chit chat but I couldn’t keep my eyes of his bulge. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, I was transfixed by it, that bulge of his took me back to when I first saw his cock, back to when Gary took my virginity. Thinking back on how perfect his cock was, how it hurt at first, then felt great as he pounded my ass and exploded inside me. I licked my lips, I felt someone shaking me, I came back to reality. Gary was laughing at me saying “You must have taken a vacation 'cause you stopped talking, and have had a vacant look all the time you've been licking your lips. What were you thinking about? My dick? Were you thinking about the first time I fucked you?” I looked at him, gave a sheepish smile and answered "Yeah, that was exactly what I was thinking.” He rubbed his cock some more then pulled the waist band down and his cock popped out. “Why don’t you get down there and get reacquainted with my dick?" I took my shirt off, got on my knees, pulled his shorts all the way off, he spread his legs, I got between them and licked the head of his cock. A little precum formed on the tip, I licked it up and started sucking on his dick. I was enjoying the feeling of his dick slipping between my lips, sliding across my tongue, burying my nose in his pubes. Gary grabbed my head and started face fucking me for a short time, he stopped I buried his cock in my throat, vacuum sucking his cock. He slid his hands down my back, stopping at my ass, grabbing each cheek and squeezing. Quietly he ordered me to unbutton my shorts. I pulled off his cock, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts then resumed sucking his dick. His hands slid under my shorts caressing my butt, his fingers deftly playing with my crack causing a long moan to escape me. "It's time for your ass to welcome my cock," Gary commented. With that he pulled me off his cock and gestured for me to stand, drop my shorts, and follow him into the bedroom. Once there I turned to kiss him, made a grab for his shirt to take it off, he slapped my hand away and chuckled saying “That’s for later.” Weird, but then he pushed me back on the bed and we started making out again so I forgot it. His hard cock pressed against me, he started a rhythmic rocking motion, I spread my legs and bent my knees up, causing his cock to start sliding up my crack giving him access to my ass. Gary looked into my eyes and asked "You ready for me to fuck you, to slide my bare hard cock into your body, to share my special gift, to make you part of me forever?” "Oh, fuck yeah, Gary. I want you in my ass. I want you to fuck me.” He grabbed the insides of my knees, pushed them back toward my head, I reached up and held them for him as he smeared some lube on his cock and my hole. He lined his hard, bare cock with my hole and pushed in causing both of us to moan, he feed me half his cock, pulled out then slid back in, deeper, repeated until he was balls deep in my ass. “My precum is coating your guts, making it slippery for the ass pounding I am going to give you. I'll keep thrusting until my cock explodes in you, spreading my DNA to you, giving you that special gift.” He was fucking me all the while, his cock sliding in and out of my guts. He put my legs on his shoulders and really started fucking me, changing his speed from short rabbit thrusts to long slow deep penetration to an all out assault on my hole. We were both cover in sweat his shirt sticking to him, said he was getting really close, then he growled and started rabbit fucking again, I felt his cock swell, he made several quick thrusts followed by a hard lunge, more quick thrusts and hard lunge as his cock was exploding deep in my guts. He laid on top of me, I could feel his heart beating, his spent cock still inside me, stayed hard. He smiled, kissed me remarking "That's round one. I can definitely keep fucking," and with that he resumed fucking me, his cock making squishing noise as he slid in on the first load he had deposited in my ass. He pulled out, grabbed my hips and twisted, I rolled over on all fours, assumed the position head down, ass up. Gary slid back in, fucking his first load deep into my guts, reading my mind he said “I am forcing my DNA babies into your guts with every thrust of my cock, my gift will find a home in you; you will carry me with you forever.” He began pounding my ass harder than the first time, he didn’t vary his tempo this time, he just kept at it. He started slowing down, pulled out and told me to get on my back, I flipped over, spread my legs pulling them up, he grabbed my ankles and started thrusting again, more urgent, more intense like he was on a mission. He asked if I wanted his load again, I said yes. With that he pulled off his sweat soaked shirt, resumed fucking, that is when I noticed a biohazard symbol on his left pec and a scorpion on his right. The scorpion had a red drop coming from the stinger. I knew what those represented, Gary saw my look, smiled and said I told you I wanted to give you my gift, you spread your legs giving me access to your ass, letting me bare fuck you, besides it is too late. With the first fuck I tore you up. I saw blood on my cock, so I know my DNA is already invading your body." I just stared at him, many emotions flashed past in an instant but I was feeling his cock sliding in and out my ass, his handsome face glistening with sweat, I gave in to the fuck, accepted what had happened and let Gary make me one with him. A few minutes later he dropped his second charged load in my ass.

Ssshhh...🤫 Yesterday was my lucky day because my neighbor bred me again through GH at the same ABS. As soon as I arrived the parking lot at the ABS, I saw his car and knew he was inside. As I entered the arcade, I was really nervous and deliberately put on my face mask so I was less recognizable in the pretty dark arcade. I carefully made my way into the arcade and went straight to the back where my neighbor usually occupied. As I had predicted, I saw through the door crack my neighbor getting sucked. I quickly went to the other side of the booth and patiently waited for them to finish and to make sure that I saw my neighbor finish his business and left the store. It must have been some time when finally the guy playing with my neighbor came out of the booth. I quickly went into the booth. As in my first post, the booth I was in was dark because the video system was not working. While in the booth, my neighbor was stroking his meaty cock and soon one older guy came in to suck him. Man..my neighbor really is not selective at all. I watched the guy performed his oral service - sucking cock and licking balls. He was not good at all. I could see my neighbor's cock was not even rock hard. The older guy couldn't suck very long and he started jerking my neighbor looking for his reward. It went on for a while until my neighbor started pulling up his pants. No cum. I knew they were done and I quickly motioned my fingers through the hole. To my surprise, my neighbor put his hand on the hole and signaled for something but I didn't follow. They both left the booth but I stayed put. I knew my neighbor had not left the arcade because the store had a door alarm. When people come and leave, the alarm would make a sound. I didn't hear any chime so I knew he was still in the arcade. As I was still in the dark booth, two guys came in separately and wanted to get sucked. These were the regulars. I told them that I was not interested and they quickly left. Then, the guy who was sucking my neighbor earlier came back to the booth. He motioned and wanted to play but I was not interested and hoping that he would quickly vacate the booth so my neighbor may return. And no, he was persistent. He motioned with his hand, put his ass against the hole and his dick through the hole and he even put this hand through the hole trying to grab me. I really dislike when people don't take a hint. I even said to him that I was sorry and not interested. Finally, I blocked the hole with paper towel and he still didn't leave. I am not a booth hog and normally I would have left the booth already if I am not interested. I didn't because I was afraid to run into my neighor. The whole ordeal went on for some time. It must have been like 20 mins but felt like a long time. I kept checking the time on my phone and decided to leave the booth at certain time when I thought my neighbor probably had done and I could safely leave the booth and cruise freely. Finally, the guy on the other side decided to pull up his pants and leave. Thank goodness. A moment later, my neighbor came in. My patience had paid off and I hit the jackpot. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down his pants revealing his semi hard cock which I have remembered so well. He started stroking with one hand and used the other switching the porn channels (I notice that he doesn't watch gay porns). As soon as I saw his cock, I motioned. He took a quick peek through the hole but could not see anything anyway and stuck his cock through the hole. As usual, I started with a few gentle strokes and kisses before stuffing his meaty cock in my mouth and started sucking it. For some reasons, his cock was not rock hard. Perhaps he had cum before. I didn't suck long and he started fucking my mouth. I knew that he wanted to fuck. Because my hole was tight, I knew he wouldn't be able to slide his cock in my hole and I kept sucking and tried to get him hard enough to fuck me. Shortly, he withdrew his cock and started stroking his cock, probably trying to get harder. I put my ass against the hole and he used his finger to tickle my hole. Then, I sucked him on and off until finally he was hard enough to slide his raw cock into my ass. It just felt amazing. At one point, he extended his hand through the hole, fingering my hole and slapped my ass. He even stroked my rock hard cock. I knew how much he liked my hairless ass. By then, my hole was so wet and his cock was hard enough to glide in and out. I tried to push my hole open so he could fuck deep. When he started jackhammering my hole, I knew he was about to cum. I felt his cock pulsating just like my first experience. He bred me again and he didn't know it was me. After we were done, he cleaned himself up, pulled up his pants and left the booth. I knew he was leaving the store like he always did after he cum. I stayed in the booth and literally counted the seconds until I heard the chime from the door alarm. He had left. I was chatting with him in the morning in my neighborhood and a few hours later, he was breeding me at the ABS. The exciting part is that he didn't know that it was me. Well.. this is the round #2. Thanks for reading.

Some troll pretending to offer insights, but really just trying to "own the libs", on a Presidential candidate from when he was three years old. So you know he has a lot first hand knowledge of the 88 campaign.

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As a power bottom with a big rosebud and starter prolapse, I LOVE seeing other guys s ruined or more ruined than me. I know how much sex training it takes to get your rectum and colon that loose and wrecked. I never tire of seeing guys taking huge stuff in what should be a tiny tight rectum but it has been so stretched out you could park a bus in it. I love seeing my own hole hanging open and love the feel of getting it stuffed and stretched as it heads for oversexed ruin.

The only thing I can guess from this post is voting for Michael Dukakis must be something Dixiecrats turned MAGA Republicans are ashamed of. I voted against Dukakis almost 35 years ago, but see no reason for people who voted for him to be ashamed of their vote. He ran a legitimate campaign, lost, conceded his loss in a dignified manner and retired as Massachusetts governor 2 years later.

Did you just step out of a Time Machine from 1988? Is that what all these unidentified objects being shot out of the sky have been?

Ok all you nasty sick fags, got inspired for another chapter. Hope to keep it going sooner! Enjoy and please leave your comments! And for the record, yes, I cannot wait to make this story a reality! DIRTY LOVE Bliss takes over and I feel myself slide down to the dirty wet floor, falling in front of the toxic top that just came in me. Instinctually I suck the dick clean. Kneeling next to Nic as he does the same. Breathing heavy, I kind of lose track of my bearings for a minute, but Nic snaps me back to reality when his hand touches my shoulder. Pulling me to my feet. He looks at me with a serious face. Not frowning. Not smiling. Just serious. Nic – Follow me. Nic turns and heads back toward the bathroom. I follow him closely. Nic walks to the back of the bathroom and pushes into the stall. I step inside with him. Nic – I need to talk to you. I nod. Nic – I really like you, but you need to know a few things. Me – I like you too. Nic – Yah, but do you know what we both just did? I nod. Nic – I like you, but I don’t care about your sexual wellbeing or health. I just want to have fun. Me – Okay? Nic – Braden, I will never stop someone from fucking you, no matter what. I will never judge you for anything you do, but I basically think that any guy has the right to fuck and use both of us. I love seeing nasty, sick, dirty, fucked up bastards fuck you. It like really makes me hard! I just start to smile. Both of us standing close, face to face. I kiss Nic, hard. Our lips lock. I pull off for a minute. Me – You like seeing me get fucked up, used, and pumped full of nasty, dirty, toxic cum? Nic – Mmmmm fucking god yes! Nic kisses me hard, biting my lip. I moan into his mouth, pressing in, not pulling away as he bites down. I grab his body and slam him hard into the wall. Animalistic lust taking over. His hands scratching down my body as he shoves two fingers into my cummy hole. Nic breaks the kiss and shoves me down on the ground. He spits in my face. Nic – You’re fucking trash, Braden! Just a couple holes to use! I moan and nod at him as he kneels down on the dirty wet floor. Toilet paper, beer bottles, a needle, and trash all over. Piss staining the toilet, right next to my head. Nic – This is the only way I could ever make love to someone. Me – You’re so fucked up! We grin….I lift my legs as Nic pulls them onto his shoulders. His cock pulled out of his jock. Me – Make love to me, Nic! I want you inside my, please. Slide your raw dick into my guts! Nic grins at me as he pushes his cock head just into my hole. It easily enters. We lock eyes as we both let out a beautiful moan, welcoming each other together without any barriers or secrets. Nic – I wanna be poz with you babe! Me – I know… I do too! Nic – Fuck yes! Me – No meds ever! Nic – Ohhhhh you fucking filthy pig! God damn I love you! Nic starts to pump my ass. His cock churning the toxic dirty cum that was just pumped into my ass, along with so many other loads. His cock is coated in cum as our bodies glue together next to the dirty toilet. I pull him down closer to me as we look into each other’s eyes, sweat dripping from Nic’s face onto mine. Nic – My god your ass feels amazing! Me – Your cock is fucking heaven! I want you fucking me for the rest of my life! Nic – As long as I’m not the only one using your ass! Be the fucking little bitch faggot you were born to be! Me – Live fast. Nic – Die young. Me – Yeah, fuck me you sick fucker!!! Nic speeds up. Nic – FUCKKKK YES! Braden, take my fucking dirty load you beautiful sick fuck! We both moan out as Nic’s body jerks and convulses. His cock is throbbing deep in my ass. I feel him like I’ve never felt anyone cum in me before. My legs slide down to the side and Nic collapses on top of me. Holding each other on the floor together. Nic – Thank you, Braden. I’ve been looking all over for you. Me – You found me.

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!

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.

NEVER WANNA STOP! My cock is rock hard in my jock. Awareness comes and goes, but I always feel every thrust from every dick as it goes in and out of my ass, and every spasm of cum that gets shot inside me. With moans and full on begging, I work for every load, milking every dick with my eager, firm, smooth swimmer ass. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but there seems to be a natural lull in the rush on Nic and me. The last guy to pull out of me spins me around and kisses me hard on the lips. He’s a slightly overweight, daddy bear. He thanks me, and I thank him. We’re both grateful that his load is in my ass right now. I have cum and some spit all over my face, chest, and soaking the pouch of my jock strap. I’m really not sure how many guys just fucked me in this back room marathon gangbang, but it was fuckin’ awesome! I gain control of my legs, a little wobbly as I stand up. I look over at Nic as he is doing the same, swallowing a load that is half in his mouth and half on his face. We both stand together and smile at each other. Stepping closer, our cum soaked bulged jock straps grind together, and it’s delightfully familiar. I put my lips to Nic and kiss him. Both of us moan instantly, tasting cum on each other. Definitely one of the hottest kisses of my life! Our hands are on each other’s smooth, sweaty bodies, feeling every muscle and pulling each other close. Nic – fuck, Braden. This is so hot. Me – Fuck yeah, you are so god damn hot getting fucked like that. I fuckin’ love it! Nic – Well, we don’t have to be done now! Me – I fuckin’ hope not! Why would I want to stop now? We both erupt in laughter. Nic – Man, I gotta piss bad. Come on! I walk with Nic into the open part of the bar and into the bathroom. It’s another dark room with a urinal trough. I feel a little bit of cum leaking from my ass as we walk in, but I love it and I don’t try too hard to stop it from escaping. The last thing I want is for someone not to notice what an easy bareback slut I am! And I absolutely love how much Nic is into it. I really do hope this is something of a date, not just some random cruise night. And since we’ve made out so much and haven’t even fucked each other, it seems like a possibility! There are a couple guys standing at the trough, pissing. The smell of piss and sweat takes over the whole room. Me – Nice, this place is fuckin’ perfect! Nic – Yeah, you like that trough? Me – Yeah, I really do! Nic pushes me toward the trough and steps up behind me. I turn around with my ass to the trough, facing Nic. I know what this is about. I bend my knees and rest my ass on the cold urinal beneath me. Nic has pulled his dick out and is pointing it right at my chest. I look up at him, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Swimmer boi likes to get wet? Me – Fuck yeah, bro! I press my hands on the rung of the urinal and lean back. Without either of us saying another word, Nic closes his eyes and focuses. Then I feel the hot spray of his piss hitting my chest. His hot piss runs down my body, soaking the front of my jock and dripping off my ass into the urinal. I moan, nodding and begging him. Me – Fuck yesssss, piss on me babe! I fuckin’ LOVE it! Nic – Fuck yeah you nasty faggot! Take it, bitch! Nic aims his cock up and sprays my face with piss, washing some cum off and soaking my hair. I open my mouth for his aim, making the telltale sound of piss splashing in and filling up a hot faggot’s mouth. As Nic finishes pissing, I take his cock in my mouth and suck him down, balls deep and swallowing the last bit of piss that he has to give. He moans, grabs my wet hair and starts to fuck my throat. I take it, loving every time his cock slams into the back of my throat. We’re both rock hard again. There are a few guys standing around, watching us. We’re blocking most of the urinal, so Nic drops down to his knees next to me and we both lean against the trough. It only takes a few seconds until we are both getting sprayed with two streams of hot yellow piss. Both of us soaked, moaning as we keep our mouths open to catch any amount of piss these guys will give us. We’re holding each other tight, eagerly begging for anyone in the room to piss on us! Two really hot Latin guys with tats all over walk up to us and immediately start to piss in our faces. We both moan like whores, loving it! Mouths open, they stick their pissing cocks into our mouths. Gulping down the piss, both of us have the backs of our head pressed against the urinal as they skull fuck us, slamming our heads back and forth on the urinal. It hurts, but my cock only throbs harder. I start to gagg, spit running down my chin and onto my chest. I blink my eyes to clear the piss and look up at this beautiful stud that is using my mouth. His body is smooth and ripped. I run my hands over his abs and chest, which seems to make him grip my hair and encourage him to fuck my throat even harder as he finishes pissing. I look over and see Nic getting the same treatment, taking it like a fucking whore. Damn, what a fucking trashy slut he is. We press our sides together as we service these beautiful, raging, dripping, monster cocks. I swirl my tongue under the foreskin and run my lips along his cock, noticing the bumpy shaft and slight taste of ass on his cock. As my eyes clear, I see a huge biohazard tat right above his cock. Seeing it for the first time, I moan as he presses my forehead on it and digs his cock hard into the back of my throat. I gag and spit up some piss and snot all over his cock, balls, and down my chest. He groans and pulls his rock hard cock out of my mouth, slapping it on my face. I gasp for air as he strokes his cock and smears it over my forehead. Top – Yeah bitch, you like that dick in your throat? Me- Fuck yes, I love it! I stroke his cock some and look up at him, then over at Nic who is working that dick like it was the last one he’d ever get. Top – You want it in your ass, faggot? Me – Yes please, sir! He grabs my hair and pulls me forward. Pressing my face into his abs and my lips onto his biohazard tat. I run my tongue along his beautiful body, licking everything I can, but mostly swirling my lips on that sexy tattoo while I stroke his wet dick. Top – You know what that tat means? Me – Yes, I do. Top – Trashy little slut like you, you’re gonna let me dump my tainted cum up your cute little fuck hole, aren’t you!? Me – Oh fuck yes… Nic – Fuck Braden, you are such a nasty bitch, I love it! The two tops press our heads together, Nic and I eagerly make out, sucking each other’s tongues and tasting the piss, cum, spit, sweat and ass in our mouths. Me – Fuck….you are so perfect! Nic – Yeah, because you like everything nasty and fucked up! We both laugh, pressing our heads together as the tops smear their cocks on our faces. Me – Are you gonna let that guy fuck you? Nic – Of course I am! Nic presses his lips to my ear and whispers… Nic – And I want to see you beg for that guy’s hot, dirty, toxic, poz cum like the sick cumdump faggot slut that you are! I literally melt into Nic’s arms when I hear those words. We kiss each other harder than ever. An electrifying freedom flows over my body and I know I’m in love. Nic’s energy is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and I want him with me always, even for my most depraved cum chasing bliss! The top grabs my harness and jerks me to my feet. They pull us together, out of the bathroom and into the dark back room. Nic and I don’t really need to be pulled – we’d go anywhere with them right now. The two tops sit down on a bench, straddling it and facing each other. Their cocks are rock hard, sticking straight up. Nic and I look at each other. Me – You sure, dude? Last chance to back out. Nic – Ha! Are you sure? We both smile at each other, laughing a bit. Holding hands, we walk over to the bench. We both lean in and kiss our tops. Then we straddle the bench, facing each other, only inches apart. I look down and see Nic is boned up, rock hard in his soaking wet jock, just like I am. Both of us are so damn excited and I can’t stop wondering if this is a dream. How could I be so lucky to find someone that loves sex the same way I do? Me – Nic, we’re gonna get pozzed! Nic – Yeah, no shit, Braden. You nasty fucking slut! Me –Mmmmmmm fuck yes, I want it! Nic – Yeah, Braden. You deserve it! Nic looks over at my top. Nic – Are you on meds? Top – Fuck no! Toxic as hell here and not just poz! I got a handful of bugs to give your boy! Nic – Fuck Braden, you look so damn perfect like this! Me – You too, Nic! We both nod at each other, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Get all his bugs babe, make him pump them into your fucking guts! Together, we press down, sliding a stranger’s hard, bumpy dick inside us, bareback. We moan out at the same time as we easily slide down balls deep. We kiss and start riding these toxic fuck rods up and down. Our hands are on each other. I hold Nic close and Nic keeps his hands tight on my body. We only break the kiss when one of us gets a jolt inside us from the guy under us ramming his cock harder into our eager holes. Every time, we moan and beg for more. Nic – Fuck, Braden, I want us to get pozzed together. Me – Hell yes, we need it! We are getting pozzed together! Nic – Fuck yah, Braden, you dirty dumpster fuck! I giggle, moaning out and begging for more, right in front of Nic. Top – Yeah you fucking faggot, gonna knock you up with my resistant strain! Hearing that, Nic and I lock eyes. Nodding at each other. Nic – You still want it, babe? Me – Fuck yes. Never turn down a load! Nic – Fucking right! Me – Fuck yes please, knock me up and fucking use my body to dump your dirty load. Nic, take that toxic POZ load deep in your fucking ass. DO IT! Both of the tops wrap their hands around our waists. Together, they scream out and slam our bodies down on their dicks, lodging them balls deep into our cum filled cunts. As their cocks pulse and throb inside us, I lock lips with Nic. Kissing and holding him tight. We’re in love.

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

I've been meaning to write this story out for awhile, it might be similar to a lot of stories already on here, but I wanted to put my personal spin on it. Bear with me, this is just the first part of this fiction, more will follow. Revenge I waited until Joey got in the shower before I grabbed his phone from the bedside table. My boyfriend had been hiding something from me and I was determined to find out what that was. He had been sidestepping questions and overall I got this feeling like he wasn't where he said he was when I texted him. I looked at the pass code lock on his phone and typed in his combination, having seen him enter it when we snuggled on the couch. For someone with something to hide, he could have made it harder to snoop through his phone. I swiped through his screens and cringed at how many random games and one-time use apps there were with no organization or folders. Among all that, I found he still had Grindr on his phone. I thought about whether or not I had ever heard that telltale yone go off while we were together and I couldn't remember ever hearing any sound, it was always on vibrate. I opened the app and went to his recent messages and while there weren't any new ones I saw that he was messaging someone as recent as this morning. I read through the thread and saw that they had hooked up that day while I was at work. I was livid as I read more and read through the other messages to find he was hooking up with guys at least twice a week and it seemed like a different guy each week. I suppose I should have taken it as some sort of consolation that he was using condoms because he always demanded them - even with me, but I just couldn't get over the fact that he lied about being monogamous for the year and a half we were together. I thought about how I might have been alright with having an open relationship if we had simply discussed it. We could have brought in a third guy or had an orgy. I started to get hard thinking about that and had to shake my head to focus on the problem. I looked at Joey's profile: discreet, masc/ddf safe and NEG only, no flakes. I shook my head and closed the app, making sure to put his phone right where I found it. Joey was still in the shower, but I didn't want to risk getting caught snooping. I thought about what I'd discovered and briefly considered confronting him about it, but I didn't feel like that would be enough. I thought about cheating myself to get even, but I would have to sleep with a man every night for month just to come close to his number. Thinking about going behind Joey's back made me hard again, just as he came out of the bathroom. "Hey baby, " he said as he strut over to me nude and steaming from his shower. Joey was sexy, 5'8" tall, white, and thick like a wrestler. He crawled across the bed to my 6' athletic latin frame. I admit I was getting a little chubby and thought maybe that was why he cheated and it made me angry. "Looks like you could use a hand," he growled softly as his hand stroked the outline of my uncut cock in my sweats. I briefly considered pushing him away, but I didn't want to come up with some lame excuse to cover up my newfound knowledge. Without a word, I pulled down my sweats and let my 7 inch cock stand to attention. I reached over to his head and pulled down, giving the signal for head. He licked at my skin covered head and slowly went down until I hit the back of his throat. There was still an inch to go so without warning I thrust in and out, forcing him to take more. He gagged and tried to push back but I held on tight and kept up the pressure until he coughed and sputtered for air. I let him up just a bit to catch his breath, but didn't let go of his head. Before he could sit up and yell at me, I pushed my dick back in his mouth and face fucked him. Being more prepared, he relaxed his throat enough for me to slap my balls against his lips. I thrust in and few more times and felt my cum rising. I pulled out and slapped my dick on his face and moved to stand up before I came. "Damn baby, that was hot" he managed to say after getting his breath. "Where did that come from?" "I had a stressful day," I lied. I moved behind him and rubbed his hole with my finger. The same hole someone was fucking that morning. "I was thinking, can I finally fuck you raw tonight?" "Andy, you know how I feel about that," he replied. "I know we've been exclusive but I just don't feel right yet." I didn't feel right about him lying right to my face just then, but I didn't say anything. I just walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom so I could fuck my frustration out on him. I lubed up my cock and slid into his waiting hole, realizing how much I wanted to bareback him. I thought about my cum leaking out of his hole and it made me rock hard, but I knew he wouldn't dare let anyone fuck him raw, not even me. I grabbed his nips and squeezed them as I thrust my dick all the way into him. He bucked up and squealed like a pig. I'd never been that rough with him before. "Fuck, baby that hurt" he cried. I smacked his ass in response and slid almost all the way out and back in again. His moan told me he was more prepared this time. Little slut, I thought. Of course he would get be used to my dick now. Getting fucked earlier today loosened him up. I started thinking of that guy he messaged fucking him raw and that sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted to see Joey flooded with cum, even if it wasn't mine. He was so worried about HIV and I thought about how it would be his just desserts if he were pozzed when cheating on me. That last thought of Joey filled with poz cum sent me over the edge. I thrust into him as hard as I could, four angry thrusts until I came. I pulled out and slid the condom off, tying off one end and putting it in the trash. Joey panted as he pushed himself up off the bed. It seemed he had cum on the sheets, the sticky substance showing on his stomach. "Wow, that was the best fuck we've had" he said. I smiled at him and nodded. It was true. I hadn't cum like that in a year, and what set it off was the thought of pozzing him.

PART ONE "Just so you know it's hardcore porn right? We can't say it on the ads that we put up of course coz the cops'd be onto us." "Yeah, sure" I'd figured as much when I saw the "Young men wanted for modelling work" signs stuck up around campus. I was at a loose end as I needed some extra petrol money for Katie & my drive across country to meet her family. "OK you'll get $500 cash, now you know of things called blowbang scenes?" Shit, OK doesn't get more hardcore than that. The idea of being around a bunch of guys while a hot girl sucked me off was a little weird but the money was too good to refuse and I likely wouldn't be on screen much. "Yeah definitely" "Great, well you send a pic to this mobile & if you get the A-OK from our talent, I'll let you know when & where for the scene!" That was fair enough, it made sense that the girls'd want some idea about the guys involved. I hung up & sent a pic to the mobile number & they replied that they'd let me know ASAP. I was pretty shocked when they rang back within the hour. "Really happy at our end so if you could be at the address I'll text you 2:15 Wednesday afternoon that'll be great!" The timing couldn't have been better as Katie and myself were intending to take off on the Friday. I had to admit that I was a little nervous when Wednesday came around, it's not every day you're in a porno after all! I couldn't eat breakfast or lunch and I drove to the house which ended up being a pretty big place on the other side of town. There were plenty of cars parked which I took as being all of the other guys and I was welcomed at the door. "Cody right? I recognise you from the photo, I'm Cade, I'm the make-up artist." He shook my hand, pretty limply. I figured he must be gay, I can't imagine there's too many straight make-up artists! "Follow me, we'll just get you ready." I walked into what must've been like an ensuite bathroom, "Sorry it's a bit cramped but we do what we can! Just leave your clothes on the bed there & sit on this seat." He said it so matter of fact it threw me a bit but obviously he was a bit numb to it all. I could it tell he was sizing me up as I made my way over to the chair which didn't help my nerves. "First time, am I right? Don't worry, they'll have stuff if nerves get the better of you. And don't worry, I won't be femming you up or anything here, it's just to make sure you look OK on camera." I could hear a lot of excited male chatter from the other rooms and I had to admit I was getting a bit excited myself thinking who the girl might be. "Looks like you're getting a bit more comfortable about it all!" Cade laughed. "I'll let Seth know you're ready." "Did I hear my name?" I recognised the voice from the phone call as an older guy, around 50, stuck his head round the corner. "Wow Cody, you're a real looker aren't you? We're all set up & ready." He said looking me up & down which I guess was something he just did being in the porn industry. He put his arm round my shoulder & we started walking to the voices. "Now it's $500 cash as I said but you don't get any of it until the end of the shoot which I'm sure you understand because we don't want any funny business, now do we..." "No Seth......not at all...." "There's a good guy, and here's where the magic happens" we entered the room with a couple of cameramen, a sound guy and what looked to be about 10 or 15 guys of various shapes & sizes including some with tatts and some in hoods for anonymity (why hadn't I thought of that?). "Guys, please welcome Cody here to Cum Guzzlers 8!" The guys turned round to me, cheering & clapping, well the guys that weren't stroking their cocks anyway. Still no girl though, I guess she must've been running late or something. "Just make your way to the centre there Cody & I'll explain the ground rules for everyone before we start." I looked at him quizzically. "They're all gonna take advantage of you Cody, I just don't want things to get too out of hand." Wait.....I was the one to suck all of these guys off? END OF PART ONE

Only a few chapters to this. Seems darl but there’s twists. I didn’t see you coming as I walked home from the bar in Boston on a mild fall night. Airpods were in and I was still buzzing from A fun night with my friends. Couldn’t hear you approach. A sudden yank as you pulled me by the neck of my shirt into an alley. Before I knew what was happening I was being tied. It felt like tentacles surrounding me. My airpods were ripped out. “You shouldn’t be out here walking alone, pretty boy. You never know who’s out there” the gruff voice said, gagging me with piss soaked underwear. I wanted to wretch, but I was also starting to get hard. He then push my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop before shoving two fingers up my hole roughly. Tears pooled and then streamed down my face. And then… a blow to the head and all went dark end of part 1

More and more, I have found myself immediately gravitating towards extreme gay pornography when my balls need draining. I simply cannot get enough of cock and ass. I know the whole prolapse aka rose bud thing isn't for everyone, but man let me tell you, every time i watch the raunchiest anal gaping and prolapse videos I cum so fucking hard i swear im going to give myself s heart attack. Like videos where they have those huge dick dildos that suction cup to the floor and they squat over it and bounce on it. But my absolute favorite part is near the ending when on the up stroke and let it slide out of there a****** all that lube comes webbing out and drooling out and it just looks like batches of hot sticky seed. And then their a****** is so open and they push that wonderful f****** fleshy prolapse s*** hole out and and just looks so f****** inviting.

I was picking up a friend from Birmingham Airport and had a day to spare, so I visited the Sauna at Darleston. It was Wednesday so a naked day and busy. As usual lots of guys wandering around. I wasn't getting much fun so I went down stairs to the dark room. I lubed up my hole and waited. It was a while but eventually I heard someone behind me. I felt him rubbing his cock against my hole, gently pushing against me. After a short while his cock just slid into me and filled me up. I gasped as he was pretty big. He held me down and began fucking steadily, his cock going deep inside. He kept this up for about 10 mins then said "I want to cum!" to which I replied "Go on then!". He started to fuck me harder with long deep thrusts, then with a moan and a very hard finally thrust I could feel his cock pulsating as he came inside me. After he pulled out, I felt another cock pushing against me.........

Flushing Motel (34-50 Linden Pl, Queens) has that certain hourly-rate ambiance to it with the mirrored walls and sketchy location. But it seems like it's primarily for nooners. For overnight, it gets almost as expensive as better hotels. Jets Motor Inn (139-06 Queens Blvd, Queens) screams cheap motel/likely to stay next to meth tweakers. Dumpy furniture, old bath fixtures, hot & cold running roaches. JFK Inn is right near the airport. Looks super sketchy and sleazy. Really dated, shitty housekeeping. I'd have recommended the Hotel Carter off Times Square if that was still open and you didn't mind a super sleazy hotel complete with bed bugs. They finally closed that eyesore. I know your request was serious and I was trying not to joke with this -- you aren't looking to stay at The Plaza -- so I went for the cheapest properties that didn't have a lot going for them. Someone could have a lot of fun trying to find the worst hotels in NYC, for years the Hotel Carter was it and had no equal. People actually got murdered there and it was a haven for crime. Good luck, come back safe.

Are Repubicans still embarrassed by Hoover?

I'm waiting for "why aren't Democrats ashamed of Adlai Stevenson", he lost twice.

Moderator's Note: We got a report about this thread, so I want to clarify the rules. @Ykinkster's story about underage sex that he had is fine; he just gives the facts without a lot of erotic details. General discussion about young tops/older bottoms is fine. Discussions about how hot it would be to have an underage top fuck you are NOT. Read the full discussion of what is allowed here:

I’m keen!!

Whether the op was looking to stoke anger, he's about to get it! To quote Margo Channing, "Fasten your seatbelts! It's going to be a bumpy night!" Rant continued. Obviously, you identify as a Republican. There must be something seriously WRONG with you! Why be part of a party that despises your very existence? Do you value being fiscally conservative above being gay? In your case, I use gay because you haven't earned the right to be QUEER! You could be libertarian or independent. More than just a Democrat, I'm a radical Leftist, a QUEER Abbie Hoffman would be a good description. At the age of 10, I was too young for Stonewall, but well aware of it's significance. Could we be headed for another Stonewall? Maybe, but this time we MUST not become complacent. Once again to the op, if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem! Shall I continue?

Im so with you on that. Try headphones playing porn. So now you cant move or see or hear anything will get you so fucked up like that.. I had a top that recorded a gangbang and played it on his phone with bluetooth headset on me. I didnt know what who or how many guys were there just when I was touched did i know someone was there. It was so hot i must have comed multiple times. Got fucked many times. Same guy or many guys I dont know. When it was over i laid there for a long time before i was untied and everything taken off me..

You’re doing such a good job on the story

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kJ6HPOsN8uLK wow these are hot studs!

This morning in Walmart bathroom got breed by a large Samoan

A short, have set guy hit me up on sniffles and wanted to fuck while his mother was sleeping, he is in his 40’s and takes care of her. I went to his house and he just pulled his fat cock out and said “get to work faggot”. I sucked his uncut cock till it was nice and hard and then he had me get on all fours on the couch and fucked me hard for about 5 minutes and seemed to enjoy slapping my ass while he fucked. He said take my load bitch and sunk his cock balls deep and held it there while he unloaded his balls in me. I put my pants back on and left full of cum. This was 3 days ago, I just got a message from him on sniffles saying he needs an ass to cum in again. jleewyo69@gmail.com

**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.

So as long as you're on Prep you believe it's ok to take anon blindfolded loads from anyone? That's like saying to armed robber... - Oh please your pistol is just a BB gun. Go away. - ...before they shoot off a couple of BB's at you as you, and as you say "ouch stop" they begin to pistol whip you to complete the job. Prep is not your bullet proof cuffs there Wonder Woman. Singleing out HIV or partiers leaves the entire history of STD's that can also kill you, that you could be infecting others with drippy dick. Unless the vending machines at Bath Houses now offer a cold shot of butt juice penicillin you are most likely a syphilis case away from being introduced to the next Public Health Official who wants to know everything about you. - Where ya been? Who'd ya see? Where'd ya meet? I need names.- And when they cannot get a hold of you they hunt you down through family and friends. - Hello. I'm from the city Public Health office. You must be Peter's mother. Can you tell me how I can reach him? It's nothing serious, yet. - Putting those with HIV and partiers on a long arm or in another room, and saying "No Offense", is laughable and needs to stop. The other STD's are just as bad if not worse in the sort term. Peace out!

**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 3 Jeff went to his room. His head was spinning. Cum dump - is he? He should be faithful to his wife and a good role model for his children. Now he's been letting almost-stranger men fuck his unprotected hole and let the men inject their sperm inside. Despite the shame, the thought excited Jeff. He put on the jockstraps Jack had given him and looked at himself in the hotel room mirror. He liked what he saw. Jeff washed up and went to bed, but the thoughts just kept spinning. It was already half past twelve, but Jeff couldn't sleep.. He tried to push out of his mind what Burt had said about the steam room and half the night. But he didn't succeed. "What if he just went to see if Burt's words were true," Jeff thought. At the same time, Jeff had already taken off his jockstraps and put on a bathrobe and slippers and was already in the corridor on his way to the spa department. Jeff left his bathrobe and slippers in the dressing room closet and wrapped a towel around his waist. At the door of the steam room, he realized that he hadn't even remembered to put on his speedos. Jeff entered the sauna and climbed onto the top bench. Burt had been right. The bench was filled with dark human figures that made room for Jeff. Jeff sat down between the two men. They sat there side by side. Intimacy in a dark sauna felt erotic to Jeff. He noticed that the men on both sides had their towels open, just like Burt had during the day. In fact, both men's cocks were fully erect. Jeff decided to be brave and opened his own towel and revealed his own rock hard cock. In a flash, he felt another man's hand on his cock. The man on the other side put his hand behind Jeff's neck and began guiding Jeff's head towards his crotch and hard cock. The man wanted a blowjob from him. Jeff willingly opened his mouth and let the man's sweaty cock slide deep into his throat. At the same time, he felt the man pushing his hand up his ass and towards Jeff's hole. "Ooh, your hole is already slick," said the man in a loud voice. The man grabbed Jeff's hips with both hands and forced Jeff to get up from the bench. With a very quick and powerful movement, the man moved Jeff onto his lap and sat Jeff directly on his cock. Jeff moaned in both pain and pleasure. The man said to Jeff, "welcome to the saddle and now it's your turn to ride". Jeff supported himself from the bench with his hands and raised his ass in the man's lap. At which point the man pushed Jeff back into the ball deep. This went on for several minutes until the man scrambled to his feet with his cock still in Jeff's ass. The man bent Jeff so that Jeff had to take support from the sauna bench with his hands. Now the man started to fuck Jeff's ass very hard until he sped up more and emptied his seed inside Jeff. The man thanked Jeff and pulled away. Immediately a new cock replaced the cock and started pounding Jeff's ass. Jeff took in the sperm of 9 men in the sauna. He couldn't even see any of their faces properly. He didn't know how old they were or anything about them at all. This anonymity excited Jeff. The facelessness kind of worked as a protective shield. He wouldn't have to look anyone in the eye while offering his ass to men. Then there was no need to feel ashamed either. The men seemed to leave the sauna as soon as they had emptied their balls. Soon Jeff was alone and left himself through the dressing room to his own room. It was twenty five minutes past midnight. The whole trip to the steam room had only lasted 55 minutes. The men had really only been looking for a place to dump their seeds. Jeff went straight to bed feeling completely exhausted and fell asleep immediately.

Chapter 23 When the Kid got back to his place he walked in the door and found an envelope under the door. On it was written ‘ I know what you did ‘ . It was the same handwriting that was on the note in his office. He opened it and found a message that said ‘ Call me or I let everyone know what a slut you really are. Including your sweet girlfriend ‘. He was exhausted and needed a day to recover so he didn’t call that night, he slept thru most of the next day and he got up the nerve to call the number. A man on the other side answered the call. He didn’t recognize the deep voice. The Kid said I got a note whit this number on it and instructed to call it. The guy said “ Oh, you must be the Kid I have heard about “. The kid wasn’t sure what to make of that and the phone was handed to a woman with an older voice. She said “ It is about time you called. I thought I was going to have to make a call to our girlfriend to see where you were “. He recognized the voice to belong to Gloria. She was the older lady that sat in the cubicle across from his office that was always smiling at him and giving him glimpses up her shirts, he noticed that lately she waw getting bolder and making sure he could see her panties. He didn’t know if she was considered a ‘Cougar ‘ but she was a lot older than him. He would guess she was in her early 50s. hell, His mum was only 55. The thought of her wasn’t appealing to him. It wasn’t that she was ugly, in fact she looked pretty good and had a nice shape but she was just too old for him. He felt he didn’t have much choice in this situation. She told him that he needed to come to her place and they could talk a bit. After getting her address he showered and headed over to her place. He remembered what his Neighbor had said about the one new Cialis he was given and that he would be incredibly Horney and he still had a partial hardon, in fact the warm shower water seemed to magically bring it back to life. He drove over to the address that he was given, it was an older brown-stone and he walked up the steps and paused a bit. He was trying to figure a way out of the mess when she opened the door. She looked at him and said “ Come on in, you didn’t change your mind did you “? The Kid replied “ No “. She told him he was just in time, her friend had left and she had a couple drinks made up for them. He said that he wasn’t into alcohol that much but he also figured it wouldn’t hurt to share a drink with her. He tool a sip of the drink and discovered it had a lot of alcohol in it but wasn’t bad, he asked her what it was and she said it weas on the order of a ‘ Long Island Tea ‘ but with a little extra in it. She said it relaxed her and made her more Horney. It was apparent that this wasn’t the first one she had tonight. She told him that she saw the Vid of him in the park and knew that she and one of her other co-workers had some fun the other night before you left work. He was apprehensive when she said that and she reached over and patted him on the leg and said “ Don’t worry, your secrete is safe with me. He has done me in the men’s room after work on more than one occasion “. Her hand slid up his thigh to his crotch and felt his semi hard cock. It didn’t take much for it to grow and she though it was because he was attracted to her and ready form fun. She stood up and pulled her robe off and what he saw shocked him. If he hadn’t been Horney for her, he was certainly now. His mind flashed back to when he was younger looking at some of his fathers magazines he found. The ones that were hidden in a box in the garage covered with some old news papers. His heart rate about doubled. He spent many nights jerking off to those mags and here was one of the women in front of him

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

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

Your first name: robert Your cell number: 804-930-8136 Location: Augusta,GA Times you're generally available: mornings Age: 38 Height: 5'11 Weight: 300 Ethnicity: white Chubby bottom looking for hiv neg loads

Maybe I was fortunate in my formative years to meet older tops and older btms. So I could try both roles and enjoy both.

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

I started with my older brother much later in life and it has been a very enriching experience. I don't regret it at all.

I wish my 7th grade gym teacher had turned me into his cum dump at the time

Blake was the next to fuck me. He easily slid his cock inside me and said, "I love fucking your cummy hole ... you feel amazing." I said, "You feel great too, stud. Your cock is rock hard ... Please poz my hole!" I didn't have to ask twice. He fucked me hard, the whole time looking in my eyes, saying I'm going to be the one to convert you." I said, "Yeah, be the one that does it." After a little more time, he announced he was coming inside me, giving me what I want. We kissed as he came down off his orgasm, but his cock was still hard. "He winked and said, "I'll be back for round two." After my second fuck from Blake, it was a blur. I remember Mark with the HIV+ tattoo fucking me and I was licking his tat. I think the three inductees got eight loads each from guys before they went for second rounds with the inductees or split off to recharge the other poz guys. During a brief lull, Teddy came by and suggested Andrew, Mike and I stand up and stretch our legs and get some water. He gave each of us two bottles and said, “Drink up.” We stood up to get our bearing, drank a bottle then went into a three-way make out session with each other. It made sense for us Mike and I to get to know Andrew, since he's going on the same journey as us. Mike’s nipples were calling to me, so I latched on to one of them while reaching between Andrew’s legs to play with his ass. I must have been doing something right, as Mike was moaning like crazy, almost as much as Andrew was. These guys are fun. Blake tapped me on the shoulder and said, “We never talked about it, do you drink piss?” I said, “Yeah, I love piss, you got some for me?” He said, “Yeah, I got a lot.” I said, “I’ll drink you if you drink me!” He said, “Happy to drink your piss.” Mike told Andrew, “I want your piss, you got some for me?” Andrew said, “Hell yeah, and I want yours.” I knelt down and took Blakes cock into my mouth. Looking up, I see this incredibly sexy black man with a great cock and biohazard tattoo. I placed my hand on his tattoo and stroked it lightly waiting for Blake’s piss. He said, “You look good down there waiting for my poz piss with my cock in your mouth.” Just then a dribble started and my focus was on getting everything he had. He finished and it was my turn for Blake to drain me. I grabbed Blake and gave him a kiss, giving him a taste of his piss. Andrew drained Mike’s cock and they switched up too. My cock was in Blake’s mouth and I was trying to get a flow started. Looking over, Andrew spread his lips apart with his fingers, but Mike said, “Relax, I got this.” Mike used both hands to spread Andrew open, lightly licked him up and down, and then put his lips over Andrew’s piss hole. I said, “Here you go,” and my piss started flowing. I caressed Blake’s neck and felt him swallow my load. He didn’t miss a drop. Neither did Mike. I said, “Let’s go inside and see what’s going on there.” Some guys were talking in groups, mostly sexual related, some sucking cocks and some breeding. This was wild. I passed a group of four really hot guys that were talking. One of them smiled and said, “Here’s one of the neg guys!” I stopped and said, “Here’s the sexy poz studs” with a wink. One of them grabbed my cock and said, “This is beautiful … I gotta feel it.” With that he turned around to let me slide inside him. He said, “Fuck, this is a great cock.” One of the other guys said, “I bet his hole feels just as good” and he fed his cock into me. And … I’m the meat in a three way. It was empowering to enjoy being a piece of meat. Nobody knows what car I drive or what I do for a living, or if I’m homeless. I’m just a cock and a cunt for everyone to enjoy. Kevin was getting his cock sucked. I went over to watch for a minute. His KS lesions were beautiful … I had never seen them before. I reached over to stroke one of them, and Kevin said, “You know you want to lick it, go ahead.” I bent over to suckled one of the bigger ones beneath his pecs. The imagery of this physical manifestation of his disease was so erotic. As I was worshipping Kevin’s lesions, I felt a cock slide up my hole. “I said, “Oh fuck this is hot!” Kevin said, “Yeah, Mateo is sharing his med resistant strain with you, enjoy the ride.” I was content to continue this all night. Teddy came back over and asked me if I was ready for my blood slam. I said, "Hell yeah!" He asked me to follow him to another room in the house. As we walked, I could see a lot of guys had Band-Aids on the inside of their elbows. Pretty cool to see so many guys want to speed up my conversion. Teddy put a tourniquet on my bicep, just to make it easier for the IV catheter to slide in my vein without a lot of blood leaking out. He slid the catheter in and taped it down. I asked, "Is it okay to mix blood types?" Teddy said, "Here's our secret: I have the invite list and I know everyone's blood-type. I pulled blood from fifteen guys, and was sure to keep the compatible ones separated. You're getting seven toxic loads that won't cause a problem... other than AIDS. And don't leave before I fuck you. " I asked," Am I getting your blood? " Yes, we're compatible. Blake? Yes Justin? No Brad? No Mateo? Yes Kevin? Yes... and four other guys. Nobody but you and I know who they are. Oh, Andrew and Mike are compatible." We got back to the group and Brad said, "It's blood slam time guys. We have three syringes, who wants to do the first injection? A group of guys were standing around me with a couple of them feeling me up. My cock has been rock hard the whole time ... And not going down soon. Blake grabbed a syringe and Teddy helped attach it to the IV catheter. Teddy said, "Not too fast." Blake started the slow blood slam at the same time I feel a huge cock slide up my hole. An arm wrapped around me, and I saw the KS lesions. I'm getting Kevin's blood and toxic cum. Talk about sensory overload! Blake finished the first blood slam, and Mateo started the second syringe. Blake said, "This is so fucking hot... I wish they could have done it for me. You're going to be toxic in no time. I can't wait to get your strain." Mateo finished the second syringe, and Mike said, "Rik is my college roommate, and I'm not officially poz, but I would love to inject this slam!" Teddy hooked up the last toxic syringe and said, "Nice and slow... Mike, don't you wish you had done a slam too?" Mike nodded his head and said "Yeah, big time." Once Mike finished the blood slam, Teddy said, "Let's go back to the pool area and I'll get this IV out of you, and give you my personal donation." We walked back outside and Andrew was getting fucked by Mark with the HIV+ tattoo, which was so hot to see. I laid down on the cushion and Teddy pulled the IV catheter out. He put a Band-Aid on my arm and said," It's time you get my poisonous load, stud." I lifted my legs and said, "Please infect me." He didn't need to be asked twice. His big dick slid easily into my gaping cunt. He was in heaven. "I love sloppy 2nds... and even tenths. You're so wet... You feel amazing. I’ve wanted you to convert for so long … you’ll be a great gifter." As always, Teddy gave a great fuck. It was even hotter knowing his infected load was going to contribute to my disease. He sped up his fuck strokes and I knew he was getting closer to blowing his load inside me. I said, “Give me the fuck flu, stud.” And with that he shot a big load deep in my guts. Teddy pulled out of my messy hole and said, “To be continued.” Still lying out on the deck, Andrew brought over waters for Blake, Mike and I. We were talking about hot amazing this night has been. Brad and Justin walked over and said, “Anyone thirsty?” Mike and Blake said, “Sure,” and the four of them headed to the deep end. Andrew came over next to me and gave me a kiss. We made out for a little bit then he sat on my abs to play with my nipples. I said, “You have such a hot furry body. So goddamn sexy.” He said, “I love your veins, they pop almost as much as long-term wasted guys. You could be poz already … I find that incredibly hot.” He started grinding against my cock which was amazing. I could feel his wetness ooze from his crotch. Andrew said, “I’ve only been fucked in the ass tonight, but I want your uncut cock up my cunt.” He reached down and slid my cock up his cunt. Holy fuck he felt great. I rubbed his clit while he rode my cock. It wasn’t long before we came at the same time. Andrew climbed off me and said, “Let me know when you convert, I want your next load in me to be poz.” To be continued

The next day at work, I got a phone call from Dr. Woods. I answered the call and he said, "Hey Rik, how are you doing?" "I'm good. What's up?" I responded. "I know yesterday was a surprise and wasn't want you planned. Are you on board with the treatment plan we discussed?" He must have been at the hospital seeing patients, as I could hear the overhead announcements in the background. That explains the formality of his tone. "Yeah, I am actually. I guess this is something I've wanted for a while, but didn't have the balls to go for it." He replied, "Excellent. I was hoping you would be open to this. Dr. Grant and I took a look at your lab work yesterday after you left your first treatment and your immune system is really strong and can take a beating, if you know what I mean. Are you still interested in the FasTrack blood donation program, or are you going old-school?" Luckily, I have an office at work, because my cock starting getting hard over this conversation in which I was discussing willingly seroconverting, and setting a course for the rest of my life. "Yes, Dr. Woods, I think the FasTrack process makes sense for me. I'm excited to get started and earn my own biohazard tattoo." He replied, "That's great. I was hoping you would say that. I'm going to cancel Friday night, and we'll push that back a week. You will get a Club e-mail inviting you to an event the next Saturday. Three days before that, stop by the office at your convenience and see Teddy. He will give you something to suppress your immune system. It's a safe medication and it will help with the FasTrack process. How's that sound?" "That sound perfect," I replied, adding "I look forward to receiving the e-mail. Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Rik." Later that day, I received the following e-mail: Conversion Club Members - Please accept this invitation to our home next Saturday at 4:00 PM for some light refreshments and some Conversion Club business. We will have the pool warmed up for those who wish to enjoy it. (Leave the bathing suit at home. We'll have the usual clothing check for you.) Conversion Club business starts at 6:00 PM, opening with congratulations to the most recent convertees. In addition we will have three inductees to welcome, one of whom is a FasTrack participant. Justin and I look forward to seeing next Saturday. Brad Woods I left work early that next Wednesday and stopped at the office of Dr. Woods, telling the receptionist Teddy was going to give me an injection. Sure enough, in short order, Teddy called me to the back and had me follow him into his work area where he often draws blood. In a growing medical practice where private rooms are at a premium, he has an open alcove area. He pulled me close and gave me a kiss. His moustache brushed against my lips and felt really hot as, in hushed tones he asked "You're coming on Saturday, right?" "Yeah, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" "You're going to have an amazing time. I can't wait to help you with your treatment plan." I looked down at the growing bulge in his pants. "I can see your willingness to help right now." He looked in my eyes whispered, "I've wanted to poz you for a very long time. When I converted I was going to call you, but I made the decision to wait until my viral load was high enough to make a difference. Giving you my poz load and my blood is an honor." Both of us were hard, but this wasn't the place to do anything about it. He said, "Let's get your shot before I cum in my pants. Here's your Decadron shot. This will knock down your immune system response for the next week. We'll also give you a flu shot today. You might be a little achy. This will keep your immune system preoccupied so Saturday will be a success." "Sounds great. Let's do it." In the following days, I spent some extra time at the gym to make sure my body made a good impression. I cut even more fat out of my diet and went to extra spin classes to lean out further. Saturday around noon, I put my 24" colon snake, my big dildo, and some lube in the shower. I first used the douche hose to make sure my hole was totally cleaned out. I worked the colon snake up inside to confirm everything was out. Then I lubed up the dildo and rode that bad boy for a while, doing my best not to bust a load of cum. Keeping an eye on the time, I pulled out the dildo to see only a little mucus and just a trace of blood. That's perfect. Before getting out of the shower, I put some lube on my hand and worked my fingers up my hole. I've had my fist up my hole several times, and the feeling is awesome. The dildo stretched me out already, and it was fairly short order before my fist made its way inside. After a couple punches and turns, I pushed my hand out. My rosebud was pushed out nicely. Getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and got a look at what my diet and exercise plan achieved. I now have surface veins popping where they were buried before, my arms were veiny before, but you can see them all the way up my arm. My leg veins were showing and my lower abdomen veins were out for the first time. With the temperatures in the 90’s, I drove to the event with the convertible top down in just shorts and flip-flops. The sun felt good and I liked the cruising I got from guys. I arrived at Brad and Justin's place around 4:15. There were about 10 people, all of whom were already fully naked. With a kiss, Brad welcomed me to his home and showed me to the clothing check. Depositing my shorts and flip-flops in a bag, I headed to get a drink, passing Mateo, who looked sexy as fuck. Justin welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, "I'm glad you're here. You're going to have a great time. Hold the sex for after 6:00 PM. Let's get you a drink and introduce you to the Club members." This was a diverse group of guys, anywhere from 19 years old (Mateo) on up. We made our way to the bar area where three other guys were chatting, one of them was Blake. Justin said, "Guys, I want you to meet our FasTrack inductee, Rik. This is Bob, Tracy and Blake." I shook the hands of Bob and Tracy, with a "nice to meet you," and then gave a kiss and a hug to Blake, explaining to the other men "Blake and I have already met." Bob smiled and said, "Define met." Blake smiled and said, "He meant bred." Justin turned to me and asked, "So, what would you like?" "AIDS." "You'll get that in a little bit. What do you want to drink?" I looked at Blake and asked, "What are you having?" "You!" he replied. Giving a light laugh I replied "You'll get that in a little bit. What are you drinking?" "I suggest you can have a beer or bottled water. It’s important to stay hydrated," Blake commented. I was smart enough to take his hint, replying "A water sounds perfect." Blake and I made our way around the place, heading outside to the pool area where the rest of the guys were. Being the new meat, I got the once over from everyone, which I expected. There were cocks of every description ... some big, some smaller, some cut, some uncut, and some pierced. Most of the guys either buzzed or shaved their pubes. Strangely enough, I felt naked not having a biohazard tattoo. Everyone there had one above their cock, and most had one additional one. Some new arrivals were greeted by Brad, and one of them was my college roommate Mike. Holy shit ... when we roomed together, he was one of the biggest condom freaks on campus. He's a beautiful man, tall, dark and handsome. Other than his condom thing, he was a freak sexually. So fucking fun. I excused myself from Blake and went to say hello once he ditched his clothes. He was facing the bar when I approached, so I grabbed his ass and said, "Fancy meeting you at a place like this!" Mike turned around with a smile, "Rik! Great to see you." We hugged briefly and both pulled back to check for tattoos. He didn't have one yet. He was also an inductee. While Mike didn't have a tattoo, his cock was pierced and his nipples were huge ... like bigger than silver dollars and unusually puffy. So fucking sexy. "So looks like we're getting pozzed together. It'll be cool to do this with you!" I remarked. "Yeah, are you the old-school or FasTrack?" One of the biohazard tattoo guys standing around said, "You're the FasTrack one, huh?" I replied "I need to earn my biohazard bad. Hopefully I'll get the fuck flu soon." The biohazard guy smiled in reply, commenting "I'll do my best to help!" I turned back to Mike and said, "I love what your body mods. Your cock looks amazing with a PA ring. So sexy." Brushing my fingers against his puffy nips I added "And these are amazing. Holy fuck they're hot ... dude, how do I get those?" He smiled and said, "Yeah, I love them ... they're so much more sensitive right now, I can cum just by having a guy suck on them. Dr. Woods has me on a couple things to help grow them." "Wow. They're so fucking sexy. I'll talk to Dr. Woods about doing that as well." "Dr. Woods can make your dreams come true," Mike replied with a chuckle, then, changing the subject he asked "How are your parents?" "Good. How about yours?" "They're doing great. I spoke at Stanford and saw your younger brother Tom last week. He fucks like you do!" "Um ... Tommy's straight...." "Only his big uncut cock is arrow-straight, and he fucked me good. He loves my nipples ... great sex. You gotta try him." At this point my brain was racing, but had the common sense to conclude this was not a conversation to entertain at this moment, which was a good call as only a minute or two later the Conversion Club meeting apparently commenced when Teddy came through the group with a bowl of blue pills and yellow pills. "Anyone want a Viagra or Cialis? We also have TriMix injections available if you want one." "Have you ever done TriMix?" Mike asked. "No, I haven't. In fact I've never heard of it," I replied. "The TriMix makes me rock hard for hours," Mike explained. That was an easy call for me: "I'm open to everything today." "Great, let's do it," Mike responded as he gestured to Teddy saying "Rik and I will do the TriMix, Teddy." "We'll do those out by the pool," he explained, calling out to the group, "How many for TriMix?"