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Visited manchester a few days ago for work. it had been a long busy week and I was trudging back to my hotel, checking out the apps looking for some big cocked stud to rearrange my asshole into his personal fucksleeve. thats how I regard men - just an ornament at the end of a cock. I hadnt had any action in a week because of work and i was feeling very "anxious". as I was walking along my eye caught the cute face of a homeless guy lying in a doorway. he was in his early thirties, nice body, furry face. He looked up at me and smiled asking for some "spare change". I shook my head as I honestly had no change in my pockets. "no problem have a nice evening" he said I walked on a few steps and glanced back. he was looking at me with a cheeky smile on his face. my little brain in my trousers had woken up and was taking charge. I wandered a bit further and every time I looked around he was smiling at me - it was like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat walking past. damm my arse was clenching in anticipation of something I hadnt even fully realized I was contemplating. i walked back and his grin got wider. maybe he just anticipated getting a few euro from me or maybe subconsciously he knew what was going to be offered. I knew I had to get this out before the logical brain took charge again. "hey mate, sorry I really dont have any change", "no worries man its cool, have a good evening" "Yeah well, the thing is..." (*Oh for fuck sake just say it*) "I have a couple of €20 notes but I cant give you those..." his face looked disappointed "... for nothing", "um... what do you mean mate?", "Well i'd give you a 20 if you gave me something in return" the guy frowned and turned to check his backback was safely behind him where I couldnt get it. I realised he thought I was trying to steal his stuff. I hurriedly reassured him I didnt want any of his possessions which made his frown deepen in confusion "Look man, what im proposing is I give yo €20 and you take me down a quiet alley and buttfuck me hard. Would you be up for that" "sorry mate im straight, id love the cash but I dont think I could fuck you" now it was my turn to look disappointed "Hey no worries, probably nowhere we could go anyway" "Sure there is a place nearby but I've never fucked a dude there" my cock lunched at the thought of him taking me the same place as he took his female sluts. I was also aware of people walking past and maybe wondering why im talking to this homeless guy "Lets go, if it doesnt work out sure theres nothing lost". he still looked uncertain but he stood up grabbed his rucksack and picked up his sleeping bag and walked off. I followed him. 2minutes later he led me around the side of a bank and half way down the side street he turned into a utility alley behind the buildings. we walked past a row of large green recycling bins and he stopped. I had to laugh when he laid down his sleeping bag like it was a marital bed. "um will this do?", "perfect" I assured him. "you'll definately give me €20?", "absolutely!!!" "ok so how do we do this?" he looked really nervous "Relax mate, its simple, im gonna drop my jeans and bend over and you just shove yourcock up my arse as soon as youre ready. just like sex with one of your women, except you dont have to be gentle!!", "Really??" he asked with a sly look on his face. "great! do you have a condom?" he looked worried. "No I dont, and i dont want you to wear one, i want to feel your bare cock inside me and dont you dare pull out til you cum if you want that money". I turned around with my back to him, unbuttoned my jeans and bent over. I spat on my hand and wiped it on my exposed hole. i could hear him spitting a couple of times and could hear the sounds of a cock being wanked furiously, I could feel the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind me. the heat of his knob as he pressed it against my pucker. then *SLAM* his massive cock was balls deep inside me he put his dirty hand over my mouth to muffle my yelling HOLE-EE-FUCK his cock was huge. I realised I never actually saw it - i foolishly turned my back on him before he pulled down his trackies. too late now it was inside me and pounding me hard. fuck it hurt but it felt amazing. hard to believe that cute smiley guy that caught my eye was the demon rearranging my guts. his inital painful piledriving of his cock into my insides had settled down to a steady pace. i could tell from his chatter that he was really enjoying himself. Telling me that the women he very occasionally screwed didnt like him to go fast and most wouldnt even let him near their arseholes - i now knew Why!!! he pulled out and told me to get on my back on his dirty sleeping bag. I lay down on it and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, positioned himself against my hole, his cute furry face looking down at me then I saw the sadistic sneer as he slammed his cock all the way inside me, past both sphincters. i had tears in my eyes as I looked up at him and asked for more lube. "nah, its fine" and kept fucking. "please stop for a second!!!", "No can do boss - you said if I wanted the money I wasnt to stop until i breed your skanky hole" oh shit that IS what I said although the "skanky" bit was hard to hear coming from a homeless guy. "please please, just give me a second", "Nope" fortunately he obviously hadnt fucked in a while and he got really close really fast. he made a weird animal growling noise as he shot his seed deep up my arse. finally he opened his eyes, smiled down at me and planted a quick kiss on the lips "thanks slut" he pulled his cock out and stood up, ordering me to clean his nob. i reluctantly sucked his cock clean. then he grabbed his sleeping bag and pulled it from under me. as I tried to pull my jeans up he started demanding his money. eventually i got dressed sufficiently to get my wallet out and hand him some money. As soon as he had the cash he laughed and said "normally the skanky whore gets paid for taking that kinda fuck. that makes you WORSE than a dirty whore on the street" then he ran off i finished tidying myself up and tried to look like someone that hadnt just got seriously fucked up the arse by a homeless guys cock. As I walked back to my hotel I imagined his cute face and how big a smile would be on it when he found out I had given him 2x€20 notes - for giving me exactly what I asked for

Felt horny after a particular zoom call earlier with some other horny guys on here and so decided to go to the adult bookstore and try the crowd getting off work, which was surprisingly successful. First thing in there, get right to sucking a chubby guy's dick through the gloryhole for awhile before I turn around and back it up to led him fuck and cum inside me. Then I sucked another guy after him who wanted me to fuck him but I ended up just finishing him off with my mouth. Another guy with a fatter cock showed up after and let me suck on his delicious cock for awhile before I tried to back it up on him too. He insisted he join me in the booth and unfortunately put on a condom. It was still hot though because he said something about how daddy wanted some of my naughty boy ass or something like that. I let him fuck me to completion, even with the condom, before peaking my head out of the booth and signaling for another older gentleman to stick his dick through the hole and let me blow him to completion so I could swallow his load in its entirety. By this point, I'm a sweaty, cum-filled mess and I see a text from my husband who saw my location was the bookstore and asking when I'd come home. So, I went home expecting him to scold me for being a slut again and then he asks me if I actually got any this time to which I answered honestly. He then later clarified if that meant I got a guy to cum in me, which I had. I guess this made him horny because he proceeded to fuck me without any lube (since I was already stretched with another man's cum and two different dicks anyway) adding yet another load to end out the day. So I'd say a pretty good day!

My first experience was with my step dad. I am the youngest of 4. My real dad died when I was a baby so when my mom met and married my step dad I had really never had a father until then. When I was 9 my mom separated and then divorced my step dad. The house was really turbulent at that time. My siblings were in high school and a handful for my mom. My step dad got a job in another state and through a series of events I was asked if I wanted to go and live with him for a while. I jumped at the chance given the chaotic state of our house at that time. He is a very warm and sweet man so I loved him early on. We ended up moving into a one bedroom apartment because he didn’t know how long I was going to stay. At first he was staying on a pull out couch the was not very comfortable. I was 9 sleeping in a queen bed so it made sense to sleep together. I now know as an adult that I was infatuated with him. He is 6’3” has always had an incredible body and carried his masculinity well. He is a back sleeper and I am a side sleeper so I would spend my mornings just watching his large masculine body sleep next to me. I was young and didn’t know anything about sex but I knew I wanted to lay next to him. He wore only boxers to bed so occasionally I would get a glimpse of his massive cock when it would fall out under his shorts or through the hole in front. The first time I touched it was by accident. Maybe it wasn’t an accident but I tell myself that. I woke up to it in my hand. I must have grabbed it in my sleep. I couldn’t let go. I loved feeling it in my hand. I looked over at my dad and he had his eyes open and was just staring at the ceiling. When he knew I was awake he looked over and connected eyes with me. I was shocked and scared. He just said….it’s ok. I didn’t let go. After that I found myself holding onto it more and more. He never pulled away or said stop. Sometimes he would get hard and I was in awe of its size and girth. He is 9.5 thick. I would just hold it and rub it. Not knowing what I was doing to him as a man. The first time he came from me touching him was shocking but I was so happy to make him happy. I had never seen cum so he had to explain what it was. I was not afraid of it at all and wanted it to happen again and again. Naturally our relationship evolved to me sucking his cock. The best I could. I loved it. When he would cum I would love it. I started to taste it and then of course eat it. We played like that for a few years until I was 13. I started to feel my body and needs change. I wanted to cuddle more and feel his body on me. We would spoon and of course I was always the little spoon. I still am at 5’5” as an adult. By then we were sleeping naked and I really liked it. He would rub his cock on my back and instinctively I knew I wanted something more. It slowly evolved to him sliding between my cheeks and rubbing until he came. I loved the feeling. Around my 13th birthday I started to get more aggressive and would grab his cock and point it at my hole when he came. I liked the warmth of his cum on my hole. Soon after I started to rub the head of his cock on my hole. Sometimes it would start to stretch my hole and I would feel him start to penetrate me. His size is so big I didn’t think it would ever fit in me. Over months we continued to play like that until he was getting more of himself inside of me. Eventually he was able to fully fit inside of me with ease. By this time puberty was really kicking in and I was aching to get bred nightly. I was also cumming hands free sometimes and loves the orgasms. This relationship evolved as i developed to become traditional. He would joke how he could not keep up with my need and would beg to take a night off. I would always find a way to have sex with him though. This went on until I went to college out of state. We are still very close but no longer have a sexual relationship. I have zero regrets.

PART 4 Justin, Mike and I just laid on the bed all high as fuck and we passed the bong around and gave each other shotguns. They both made sure that I got shotgunned by both of them, and I wasn’t complaining. I felt amazing and my ass was on fire. I had a big plug in it to keep their loads inside but it was aching for more cock to use it. I felt incredibly trashy, but safe with these older men who seemed to know what they were doing. I was just along for the ride. Well, as long as the ride involved cock up my ass as much as possible. My phone buzzed and it was Jake saying he was at the hotel and on his way up. Justin laughed nervously and said “oh shit, what have I done,” and Mike tried to reassure him. Even spun out of my head, I could see that it might be best if Jake didn’t just bust in on the three of us naked, high and smelling like sex. I told them to both go take a shower. They laughed and went to rinse off. I made sure to tell them both not to use any soap on their nuts, butts or pits. I wanted them to smell amazing. Jake’s knock came on the door and they both stood up, went to the large bathroom and closed the door. I decided to just wing it and answer the door naked. He knew what he was coming over for, just not ALL of it. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Looking pretty sexy. I opened the door, hiding my junk behind it while we said our hellos, so I didn’t flash some unsuspecting person in the hallway. Jake was wearing little shorts, a tank top and not much else. He was about my height, 5’4” tall and thick around the middle, but also muscled, with big legs. Like me, he was very furry for a young guy, and I found myself getting really turned on, but of course my cock wouldn’t get hard because of the T. He nervously looked around and said “where are the other guys?” I laughed to put him at ease and said they were in the shower rinsing off after round one. I brazenly told him that they had both fucked me and turned around to show him the buttplug in my ass. He touched it and I moaned. “That’s so fucking hot,” Jake said. “I really wanna fuck you, dude. I’ve been wanting to hook up with you since we first flirted online.” He grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face to his, rubbing his goatee against mine and kissing me deeply. I could smell the scent from his unwashed pits and pulled away from his kiss to deeply inhale his amazing scent. This boy smelled great, and his armpits were making my hole ache for more cock. Jake quickly pulled off his tank and shorts and he was just wearing a really sexy yellow jockstrap with a very full pouch. His cock was already rock hard. He whispered in my ear, “dude, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And gently pushed me back toward the bed and fell on top of me. We continued to make out and when we came up for air he saw the bong not he bedside table and said “fuck, dude you party too? Let’s get FUCKED up and fuck all night!” He grabbed the bong and lighter and took a huge hit, shotgunning it back and forth with me until it was gone. Then we did another, and another. I just kept getting more and more spun out of my head from the shotguns and booty bumps. I could hear the shower stop and a minute later I heard the door open. Jake’s back was to the door and I saw Mike stick his head around the corner and give me a look as if to say “well? Now?” I responded by nodding slightly so he knew that it was time. Then he quietly walked up behind Jake, who was laying on top of me making out, and lightly pinched his nipple. Jake moaned a little bit and turned to see who the intruder was. He almost jumped off the bed. “Uncle Mike? What the fuck!? What are you doing here?” Mike just laughed and said ”It’s ok, Jake, I’m here for what you’re here for. This sexy little piece of ass. Adam and I have been fucking for a while and when my buddy came to town I invited Adam over to have a threeway.” Jake still looked astonished to see his Uncle in the room and Mike sat down on the bed and pulled Jake to him, burying his nephew’s head in his hairy chest and kissing the top of his head. “I’ve hoped this might happen for a while now, Jake. I’m glad it is. I’ve always thought you were a hot little fucker. Having to shave at 14 and back hair at 17 meant you were going to turn out to be a really sexy. You definitely got the family hair genes.” Jake just laughed and said “I can’t believe it. I’ve been fantasizing about you my whole life. I jerked off so many times as a teenager remembering a glimpse I caught of you changing into your speedo!” Mike grabbed Jakes head and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss and when they separated he said “I know we’re going to have a great time tonight. Are you ready for one more?” Jake laughed and looked at him and said “fuck yeah. Let’s get this party started.” Justin was obviously listening in on this conversation through the open bathroom door, and he came walking across the room with his big uncut daddy cock swinging in front of him. “Is there room for one more?” Justin laughed as Jake’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in under 5 minutes. Mike’s “buddy” had arrived.

part 2 2 nights later I was heading back to my hotel to pack and as if by autopilot I walked past the doorway I found him in. He wasnt there and I admit there was a tiny twinge of disappointment. anyway, 3/4 minutes later I was almost at my hotel when I heard a shout from a building across the street. "Hey mate" looking around I saw his cute furry face grinning at me as he grabbed his rucksack and sleeping bag and started to run across the street to where I was standing "hey man, hows it going? Any Spare change?" he asked with a sly grin. i grinned at the reference and implication that my asshole was now "spare change". "Fraid I've no change on me mate" *whispering* "but i have a €20" his grin was huge "great, lets go to your hotel so I can bang you proper" hmmm... the bloke was undeniably sexy but did I really want a homeless guy in my hotel room??? I like a certain standard of comfort and my hotel was one of the classier places in manchester. He saw my hesitation but interpreted it differently. his face turned a little mean and he kinda sneered at me "or maybe a skanky cumdump llike you prefers it up a dark alley among the rest of the trash??" FUCCKKKK my cock sprung up rock solid hearing him say that. I hung my head and nodded "yes sir, you'e right", "ok slut if thats what you want" he grabbed my arm and directed me back across the street. we walked for a few minutes, him chatting away excitedly like we were mates except people were walkign past and he was talking about the fucking i was about to get "damm your hole felt so nice the last time I bent you over. Not many sluts can handle my cock up their arse but you took it mate, damm every thick inch right up your shitter like a pro. i am gonna fuck you so hard this time but thats ok cos you like it like that dontcha mate?" i nodded, but he wasnt letting me off with a one-sided conversation."sorry man, couldnt hear you with all the traffic, you want my big unwashed cock back up your skanky asshole?????", "Yes Sir" my face was scarlet "how hard do you want me to give it to you mate?", "Hard Sir" "how Hard???", "very hard Sir" "I'v an old condom in my backpack, saving it for a special occasion but im not wasting it on the likes of you - youre gonna take my big bare cock AGAIN arent you?" this humiliating conversation was having a powerful impact on him and I could see his trackies bulging obscenely fortunately he then turned into a dark alley wewalked right to the far end where it was dark "i dont wanna hang around when im done with ya so Money now!" i handed him a €20 "drop yer drawers and bend over" i pulled down my jeans and boxers to my knees and bent over. iimmediately felt his nob against my arsehole. "Wait, I need lube!", "you want it wet you better suck it - otherwise its going up ya one way or another - I got my money" oh shit, what a dilema. either take his massive cock dry or suck his unwashed homeless cock. the choice was easy - I knew I wouldnt walk for a week if he tried to get that up me dry. i turned and knelt in the dirt and started sucking. it wasnt so bad. just some stale piss, he obviously had showered at the local hostel within the last 24hours - maybe just after he butt-fucked me the last time. I sucked and tried to generate as much spit as possible. all too soon he told me to bend over again i braced myself against the wall and pushed out my arse. he didnt waste time just lined his nob up against my hole and pushed it in. Again his dirty hand covered my mouth til I calmed down from his sudden entry then he fucked me no I mean he FUCKED me long deep agressive thrusts as he pounded me he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear "wish you had let me mount you dry - always wanted to try that" his thrusts were getting faster "I'd have shot almost immediately if you had let me but now this might take a while" "what else is a dirty slut like you willing to do to feel this big cock breed you?" I didnt reply *a sharp deep thrust* "tell me slut" "What do you want Sir?", "can I piss on you?", "Yes Sir" "lick my balls?, "yes Sir" "lick my ass?", Yes sir, please anythign sir just cum in me, I cant take any more" the conversation pushed him over the edge and once again I heard those weird animal growling noises coming from him as his sperm whitewashed my guts once again I had to clean his cock from my ass before he grabbed his stuff and walked away. I called out to him "wanna go back to my hotel?" he turned and once again I saw his cute little furry face break into a mssive grin. "you got more cash in that wallet?", "sure" "then clean yourself up and lead the way slut"

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Note: This is along the lines of the post in the main blog of "How Gay Teens Become HIV+" - I found it out on the 'net, I suspect it's true, but don't know for sure... _______________________ I don't know if this event was what got me poz, but it'd be hard to imagine it didn't. I've been a bb slut for awhile, yet somehow had managed to keep testing neg. I can't say I was a chaser because I was still fooling myself with "Are you clean?" questions and "neg only" requests when hooking up with guys online. But the fact of the matter is I'd take about any load I could get, and practically never asked anyone to put on a condom. I craved getting cum inside me and was constantly desperate for it, cruising hookup sites and bb sites finding the next hot cock to dump some cum in to me. Like I said, though, I kept testing neg and had even convinced myself that i must have had some kind of special trait that'd keep me that way despite what a slut I was. And it wasn't hard for me to be a slut. I was 21, goodlooking, masculine, and popular. If I went to a party or out to a club, I'd be able to point out at least a dozen guys I'd fucked - all 18-23 and hot themselves - and chances are each of them had shot his load in me. No one ever brought up condoms. I think young guys like me just figured we were all neg together and had nothing to worry about. On a weekly basis I'd probably take 4-5 loads because I not only had a cell fone address book packed with hot young guys that'd come over at a moments notice to fuck, but also would be able to find total strangers and new tricks online within a few minutes of logging in to whatever site I chose to be a slut on that day. I don't say this to sound stuckup, and stared at this paragraph for awhile thinking that it really does make me sound like an ass. That's not what I want to do, but I'm just trying to put things in perspective to put the whole story in context. I find every manner of guy hot, and it's really attitude that matters to me most, especially when it comes to taking a load. But I guess I just ended up being born with a look that a lot of guys want and go for. I should point out, I am vers. And because I'm so "straight acting" most guys thought I was a total top (haha). If it was an 18 to 23yo I had over that night, I'd likely end fucking them for sure. Those twinks always wanted my thick dick deep up inside them. And, again, they never asked about condoms. But what a lot of these guys didn't know was that, despite my "total top" exterior and demeanor and the fact that I truly did love fucking the hell out of them and pumping my load inside them, I also craved cock in my hole on a constant basis. And whereas I was pretty strict about only fucking hot young guys, I didn't discriminate at all about who I took loads from because it was the load, alone, that mattered to me. Older, young, fat, skinny, black, white, hairy, smooth - if I was in the mood for a load, I'd take it from them all. I'd gone on a trip and whenever I was in a new town, I always took advantage of all the fresh meat (to me, at least) around that offered up good prospects. In this particular town, I had no problem finding it at all. My first night there, I met a 21yo online with a huge cock that came over to my hotel room. He kept telling me how much he wanted me to fuck him, but I told him I was having one of my "rare bottoming urges" (hehehe) and he fell for it. We went in to the big standup shower in the room, where this tall, lanky, young blond with at least 9 thick inches proceeded to eat out my ass and then, with just his spit and the shower water as lube, slid his cock in and fucked me silly. God how I loved big twink dick. What I love just as much as cock in me is seeing the look on the face of a hot young guy as he slides his dick in to me with no lube (how I prefer it). They're always so blown away and turned on by the fact that I'm taking it so easy. I'm tight, mind you, but with an incredible pain threshhold so more than happy to get through those first few minutes of searing pain knowing there's a ton of cum waiting for me. So many guys my age are so repressed sexually that it's hot as hell seeing how they react when something happens that blows them away, yet that they've secretly always wanted or can't help but be turned on by. Raw, lube-less fucking is one of those things. Seeing a masculine, fratboy type taking their bare cock up their hole is one of those things. Having that fratboy also fuck them raw is one of those things as well. This young hottie didn't last long, as I stood there under the cascading shower water, leaning slightly forward, ass pushed back with his dick deep up in it. "I'm gonna cum" he said. I think that's the universal, "closet barebacker's" code to see whether you want them to pull out or keep going. They feel like they have to let you know they're going to shoot, and often freeze up and slow down expecting you to pull off their dick or push them away so that they don't shoot inside you. That's not how I am, though. I reached back with both arms, grabbed his hips, and pulled him to me tighter. That's all he needed to thrust as deep as he could go and shoot his load up in me. He had a blast, I had a blast, and I sure as hell hope that hottie couldn't help but realize just how fucking hot bb sex is and never looked back. The next night was much of the same, except with two young hotties (not at the same time, though). The first was a 19yo who was also visiting town and came over from his hotel. I dumped a load deep up in him as I fucked him silly on the bed. He shot his wad while I fucked him, though, so I found another young guy later that night to top me. The second guy was 19 as well, and had this nerdy look to him that I love. Tall, glasses, skinny (though not the huge cock you hope to find on a tall, skinny guy. A nice 7 inches nonetheless, though). He pulled another one of those routines that I suspect is like a subtle hint at whether or not we'll end up barebacking. "Got lube and stuff?" he asked in the instant message before heading over. "And stuff". hehe. Hinting at condoms, but purposefully not saying the word. "Lube, yeah." I said. "Ok cool." he responded, and that was that. Once at my hotel, we sat around and talked for awhile before he couldn't hold back any longer and got between my knees, undid my jeans, and swallowed my cock. We made our way to the bed, where I put him on his back, got on top of him, and rubbed our cocks together while we kissed. Eventually his dick founds its way between my asscheeks, but not yet inside my hole. I moved my ass up and down on his cock and eventually his head was poking at my hole. "Got the stuff?" he asked. A bit hesitantly, but trying to hide the disappointment, I reached in to the nightstand where I'd put the lube and condoms earlier (yes, I had some... just for the hell of it... and they help to disarm someone and make them think you're as clean and proper as can be hehe) and set them on the bed next to him, then kept rubbing his cock with my ass cheeks. He reached over and grabbed the lube, putting some on to his cock. Notice... he didn't grab the condoms. Thinking I was going to get his raw dick in me, we ended up making out some more instead. He kept poking his cock at my hole, but never quite pushing it in. Most of the lube had dried up by now, but he had a ton of precum in its place. Still poking, still no condoms. He secretly wanted to fuck me raw, I knew it. But he didn't want to say so or try anything he thought would scare me away. I also didn't want to be too forward, enjoying the little game we were playing and enjoying knowing that he was lusting after some raw ass yet afraid to come out and say it. Eventually, though, he kept getting just the tip of his dick in to my hole and I would only moan and whimper in pleasure instead of stopping him to put on a rubber. That's what he needed to proceed, and the next time the tip got in, he thrust up and I thrust down and he was deep inside me, bare all the way. With our little "Does this guy want it bb!?" game over and the answer obvious, the fucking could really begin. I rode him like silly and all he could do was lay back, mouth hanging open, eyes wide open, panting heavily while his dick slid in and out of me. He lasted a little longer than the other guys, which was fine by me. Eventually, though, he pulled the usual "I'm close!" and instead of pulling off, I pushed down even harder and started riding him even faster. "Where do I cum?!" he asked. "Where do you want to?" I said back. He didn't answer with words, but instead bucked his hips up and let out a howl as he shot in me. Another young stud's seed in my hole! We promised to keep in touch (which we did) and he went on his way. With his load in me, I got back on the computer feeling extra slutty and wondering if I could get any more. The thought of inviting a neverending train of guys over to seed me throughout the night and in to the morning hours was incredibly appealing, but I was so fired up that I wanted even more. I searched around online to find the bathhouse each big city inevitably has, and found out there was one not far from my hotel. It was about 11pm on a Saturday night, so part of me wondered whether I should even bother. I prefer getting a room (as opposed to just lockers) at these places, and I suspected they'd all be taken by this time. I was too horny and cumhungry to change my mind, though, and so got dressed and headed out - one young hotties load still in my hole and ready for more. There was no denying what I was in for. The reason I love bathhouses so much was because of all the anonymous, public sex you could get in to. Sure, it's always fun going to a bathhouse and finding some other hot young guys to hook up with in either their room or yours. But what's even more fun is finding a dark corner (or a maze or orgy room, if the place has it) and having sex where others could watch and even join in. I wanted even more than that this time, though. I wanted to not only be seen, but be remembered. Be seen as a total slut and just blow people away. I wanted to suck every cock put in front of me and get fucked by any guy who wanted to fuck me - all in a public area of the bathhouse. From what I read about this particular place online, it was perfect for that. There was a dark room in it with a "cocksuckers pit", where you would enter and either go to the lower part to suck cock or the upper part to get sucked. The guys in the upper part were standing on an elevated floor so there cocks were at face level to anyone in the lower part, with just a narrow opening to stick their dicks thru. Perfect! Anonymous and naughty! Once I got to the bathhouse and entered the door, the guy behind the window looked way too happy to see me. He was actually a hot guy, about 30 or so, and smiled the whole time he took my ID and money to let me in. Thankfully, they did have a couple rooms available but by the looks of the parking lot this place would still be packed. Hopefully everyone inside was cruising and playing, as opposed to hiding away in their rooms being antisocial and getting high (happens way too much at these places). I don't do any drugs and am just naturally a slut As soon as I got to my room adn got in to my towel, I headed out to find the room with the suck pit. While looking around, I was getting cruised pretty heavy. I got groped a few times, a couple guys tried to motion me in to their rooms, but I wasn't looking for any private fun. The pit room was what I wanted and so that's all I cared about. A few of these guys started to follow me as I made my way around and finally found the room. You could tell they were excited when I went inside it, as they were able to tell I was willing to play and not be shy about it at all. I went to the upper level because I figured letting some stranger suck my cock for a bit would be a good clue to everyone else that I was horny and ready. It didn't take long, once I was up there, to see some eager faces through the narrow opening below following my every move and waiting to see what I'd do. Like I said, I was ready, and so got up to the partition, opened up the front of my towel, and stuck my hard dick thru. In a second, a wet mouth had swallowed it and started furiously sucking. In no more than a few seconds after that, two guys had come up behind me to watch and feel me up. That didn't take long! Already I had a mouth on my cock and two guys feeling me up. I liked this place already! In fact, it was all insanely fast paced from that point on. One of the guys feeling me up took my towel off and tossed it in a corner somewhere. Now, I was totally naked. In the dim light, the guys could see that I was young, and I think they really got fired up by that. I suspect these were also a couple of the guys that had followed me from the better-lit halls, so they already had a good idea of what I looked like. I was in heaven, being totally felt up and molested like this. The creaking stairs leading to the upper level let me know whenever a new guy arrived, as did the heavy breathing. It wasn't long before I had hands all over me, including at least a couple feeling up my ass. Soon, I also felt one of these guys running his fingers along my hole. My face was still pressed to the wall in front of me, my cock being sucked by some anonymous stranger in the pit below me. I couldn't see who was behind me, and had no idea what any of them looked like. All I knew was that I was going to let them do anything and everything they wanted to do to me. Fuck me is what one of them obviously wanted, he got behind me and started rubbing his dick against my hole. I pushed my ass back a bit, giving him teh green light. At first, the guy sucking my cock below me (not sure if it was the same guy that started or a different one by now) seemed disappointed by this, as it caused me to pull my dick away from him a bit. But once he realized he had a front row seat to an impending raw fuck, he reached both arms thru the opening, grabbed my ass cheeks, and spread them. Alternating between rubbing his cock against my hole and fingering my ass now, the stranger behind be leaned forward to whisper in to my ear. "Is that a load inside you already?" he asked, noticing the cum from the young hottie that had fucked me earlier that night. "Yeah" I said. "Fuck yeah, boy" he responded. With that, he knew he had a young guy ready and willing to take it raw and take a load. That was his cue, and he pushed his bare dick up my hole and made me yelp. I was loving this... though I couldn't see any of them and was purposefully looking straight ahead at the black wall in front of me, I could tell there were likely 5-6 guys around me (on the upper level), each one now fully aware I'd not only taken a load earlier that night but now had a raw dick in me right now. With random hands feeling me up all over and occasionally one of them feeling around my hole and the top's cock to confirm I was taking it bare, I was getting fucked good by this stranger. I was in a haze now, not high but just totally horny and wanting everything these guys had to offer. This dude was fucking me good, and though he didn't announce it beforehand his quickened pace and thrusts, as well as gasps and groans, let everyone know he'd just shot his load in me. He pulled out, and his dick was immediately replaced by a couple fingers feeling for the cum that was inside me. Soon, the fingers were replaced by another cock as a different, total stranger got behind me and slid his dick in. Standing up, with two loads in me and a 3rd cock fucking me, the cum started to leak out of my hole and I'd occasionally feel guys running their fingers and hands around my inner thighs to feel the cum as it leaked out. It was like they were driven in to a frenzy by this, seeing that such a young guy was taking it raw in the midst of them. The cocks just kept coming, and guys just kept pumping me full. I seriously have no idea how many guys ended up fucking me, and I also have no idea what any of them looked like. I made it a point to keep facing forward, eyes closed, ass out, inviting anyone and everyone to use my hole. All throughout, guys would finger my ass after a last spent cock was pulled out. They were blown away by the noises all that cum oozing out of my ass was making. I kept hearing new guys coming up the stairs and the whispers of everyone around me. "Is he taking it raw?" "How many loads has he taken?!" "Is he high?" "Have you fucked him yet?" "Can anyone fuck him?" I wasn't saying a word, and really no one was even talking to me. It was all too hot - hearing them all talk about me like that, but not talking to me. They were all gathered around using me as a piece of meat and that's just how I wanted it. Soon, though, a guy did speak to me. He sounded latin, and despite the fact that I'd gotten fucked by countless cocks before him, when he rammed his in to me I thought I was going to pass out. This guy was huge, and I was not ready for it! I couldn't believe that despite having a hole soaking wet full of cum and having taken a whole bunch of dicks before his, it felt like he was splitting me apart. In most other circumstances, I would have told him to take it easy. In fact, I think he was all too used to having guys tell him to take it easy. He just figured that since I'd proven myself such a slut, he'd finally found a young guy that'd eagerly take that huge cock of his without complaining. I didn't want to disappoint my audience, though, and so didn't complain. I just took it. I moaned, I whimpered, I groaned, and I panted. I practically yelled out with each powerful thrust of his. But I made it a point to make my noises sound pleasureable instead of painful, and that drove him on to fuck the living hell out of me. I'd been pretty quiet before this guy, but I couldn't help be the loudest bottom you've ever heard as he slammed me hard. When he'd pull out, it felt like my whole body was being emptied. When he pushed in, it just never stopped. He was hitting parts of me I'd never had hit before, and my knees were going weak and I almost couldn't take it anymore. I'm not going to lie... this guy was tearing me up. I really was considering begging him to stop. It got to the point where it was honestly not feeling good anymore. His cock was too much, and he was being way too brutal with it. The only thing that kept me going was knowing there were so many guys standing around watching, and knowing how turned on they must all be by the spectacle. I was fighting to take it, but barely hanging on. "You slut!" this big-dicked latin stud said. He started going off with the dirty talk. "You like all these loads, boy?" "You love cock, don't you?" All I'd do was moan my responses, not having said an actual word since I'd entered the bathhouse. "Want my cum?" he asked. I moaned an affirmative, but that wasn't enough for him. "Answer me! Tell me you want it." he demanded. That brought dirty talk out of a bunch of the other strangers around me. "Beg for his load, boy" "Tell him you want it" "Beg!!" I kept hearing. "Give it to me! I need it!" I finally yelled out between gasps. "Yeah?! You do?!" he shot back. "Yes! Cum in me! Please!" I wailed. "You want me to breed you?!" "Yes, I do!" "Badly?!" "Yes, please!!" "I'm going to breed you and be with you forever!" he said back. I didn't realize what that might have meant at the time, and am not even sure today if he was really saying what I now suspect he might have been. All I do know is that I said "DO IT!" back to him, and with a massive moan this horsehung latin stud slammed his dick in to me as deep as it would go, practically tearing me apart, and fired out a huge load. I could feel it pumping in to me. I know that's a stereotypical thing to say, but I really could. I could feel his cock pulsing, and it drove me wild. He kept shooting and shooting, his body convulsing behind me. He had his arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed to my back. Thank goodness he did, too, because it was about all that was keeping me on my feet. Eventually, he pulled out. "Good boy" he said, and he left. I was royally fucked and used, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. I was certain that guy had ripped my ass, and my legs were starting to cramp up. My hole was sloppy, and nothing was stopping all the cum from oozing out of me. But even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. Another guy had already taken the latin's place, and I was already getting fucked yet again. Eventually, I wasn't standing up against the wall anymore. I'd slid down to the floor and was lying on my stomach, ass up. I just couldn't stand anymore, but no one seemed to care. Guys would get get on top of me and start fucking me. Most came, though some only wanted to use my hole for awhile before moving on and seeing who else they could play with. Still hearing guys around me talk about me, their words kept me going. As exhausted as I was, I felt like I owed it to everyone to stay around and was feeling so slutty I didn't want to leave. "Goddamn, he's still here?!" "I think everyone in the place has fucked him." "Look at all that cum." "Can I fuck him next?" "This is the boy I told you about!" I either looked hot as hell on that floor - a young guy, totally used, cum all over my hole - or I just looked totally trashy haha. Who knows. Either way, guys kept coming in to fuck me. At some point, I could tell that a few of the guys around me had black tshirts and jeans on instead of just the white towels everyone else was in. I suspect these guys both worked at the place, as I'd noticed the staff all were wearing black tshirts and jeans. They all fucked me too, and I felt pretty proud of myself that the staff were leaving their posts or putting their work on hold to take a turn at my cumfilled ass. I could also tell some guys had taken pics of it all. The clicks and flashes of their camera phones made that obvious, but who knows if any of those pics turned out given how dark it was and how crappy cell fone cams can be. Again, I have no idea how many guys fucked me. I have no idea how many loads I took. A random guess? 30-40, but there's no real way to know. I didn't count, and it was impossible to tell who shot in me and who didn't and who came back for seconds or more. Likewise, I never really got a good look at any of them. I could tell some were skinny, I could tell some were old. I could tell some were hairy and others smooth. Some were old, for sure, and a few even seemed young. All races. All cocksizes. Some pierced, some not. I would have stayed there on that floor, or even gotten up against the wall again like I originally had been, but after awhile the new cocks stopped cumming as I suspect I'd gotten fucked by everyone there who wanted a piece. By now, just a few guys were still hovering around me, playing with my hole and talking to eachother about what I'd done. They even tried talking to me some, but I wasn't really being responsive. I didn't want to speak. I just wanted to be this moaning, vacant slut. I stayed there a little longer, thinking about whether I should get up and look for my towel but waited a bit because I didn't want to look around and catch a glimpse of any of the guys around me. I was loving the anonymity of it all, and wanted to keep it that way. After a bit, the guys started to venture off and I figured it was safe to pick myself up and move around. I spotted a couple towels on teh floor in the corner, and grabbed one. Like me, it was soaked in cum. Not wrapping it around me, I just held it in my hand and made my way back to my room. The stares I got as I walked through the hall were priceless. I felt like a celebrity, and since the halls were more brightly lit than the pit room I could actually see the guys around me and couldn't help but wonder which ones had dumped a load in me or watched it all or what. I got back to my room, closed the door, and wondered what to do next. Head back out for more? Cruise the halls? Jerk off? I decided I'd just head back to my hotel, with all those countless loads in me. I didn't even shower or anything, and just got dressed and left. The guy working at the front flashed me a huge smile as I walked passed him on the way out and said "Hope you had fun!" "I did!", I said back. Being as insatiably horny as I am, and still not having cum yet, I got online again as soon as I got back to my hotel room. By now it was about 5am. I found some college guy who was looking to get fucked, and invited him over. I fucked him that morning, and shot what must have been a seriously massive load deep up inside him. Again, no condoms. Not even a request for them or slightest mention of him. I wonder what he would have thought if he knew I'd taken dozens of loads in the hours leading up to shooting my own in him. About 2 months after this experience, back in my home town, I went to get tested. I tested positive. Funny enough, I was kind of surprised. Despite what I'd done that night, I still wasn't expecting a poz result because I'd managed to avoid one through all the bbing I'd done before. I'm actually more surpised I didn't get anything else that night - not a single other STD but HIV. In truth, who knows if that night was really what did it. It could have been some innocent looking, 18yo twink that did it. It could have been any of the random tricks I'd had, one-on-one or in small groups, apart from that bathhouse night. It could have been any of the guys I hooked up with while in that town or any of the others I've been to. Who knows. All I know is that I'm poz now, and not minding it one bit. I still fuck. I still get fucked. I still give loads and take loads. I still hook up with tons of young hotties, and still take loads from any and all manner of other kinds of guys. I've gotten fucked and taken loads through gloryholes, been to other bathhouses, been to wild parties and orgies, and most anything else you can imagine. And everytime I go to a club, I still spot tons of other guys I've been with. Some of them are likely poz now too. Some of them were likely poz before I was. Either way, there's not a raw load out there that I'll turn down, and I've also yet to find a hottie that won't take my own load.

A friend and I are going to try this on Friday. We are going to both be in slings and we have invited all the tops we know to come over and fuck us anonymously. Hoping to get a bunch of loads each.

A guy I know set up a tag team party at his house from 3 to 4 yesterday and I was the hole for whoever’s showed up to use. Ended up only 3 guys showed, but they all unloaded nice loads in my ass. Going to do it again on Thursday

As a feeder all I need is from my cocksucker is to be enthusiastic and hungry. I like to relax, laying back in bed having my dick slurped on for hours. A glass of cold water and my thc vape on a nightstand while watching some sports. I was groomed to satisfy cocksuckers and never miss an opportunity to feed a hungry mouth.

Tyler's Spring Break As the plane begins to climb into the air, my excitement does as well. I am really doing this: flying to Mexico to spend five days with a man and his son. Not just anyone, this is Luis, the man who made me into the proud faggot I now am. Since being used by Luis last summer, I've become a new person. My only goals in life are to sexually please men and be rewarded with their cum. Since going back to college in the fall, I had done little but chase cock. My grades dropped a lot but I don't care. My future is in pleasing men and I don't need a piece of paper to do that. If it wasn't for all the action I was getting (and the scholarships paying my rent), I would have left college long ago. After all, I had a job waiting for me with my Uncle. Of course there were the regular straight jocks I blew in the bathrooms on campus. I'd also been taking regular poundings from my biology teacher, which explains why that's the only class I have an A in. Those science lab tables are the perfect height for a good fucking. I spend many nights at the rest stop off the highway, where truck drivers often invite invite me in to be bred. Occasionally I hit the jackpot and there's a Hispanic trucker, which reminds me of Luis and the gang. Hispanic men put me in double heat! As much of a whore that I've become, I've had to remain a thrifty one. I saved up for the flights to and from Mexico over spring break, which is where I'm headed now. As soon as the pilot turns off the fasten seatbelts light, I stand up and head to the tiny bathroom at the back of the plane. The businessman who's been eyeing me since onboarding quickly follows. Looks like I can check Mile High Club off my bucket list.

This past Friday I went to the Olde Un in Columbia Missouri. It was slow and no one was doing anything. I did one more round and ended up being fucked by a really hot country dad top type who had a nice 7.5" thick dick and fucked like a goddamn pornstar. While fucking me a guy about mid 30s blew his load down my throat. Very good session

PART 1 I found out last Saturday that I had to travel to SoCal at the last minute, so I left Tuesday morning and headed down to my client's site. Spent most of the day in and out of meetings and then finally left around 6:30pm and drove thru a Carl’ Jr then headed to the Best Western about a half a mile from the work location. I pulled into the parking lot next to a white work truck not thinking about much but getting my keys and getting to my room and eating and relaxing after my long day. As I got out of the car I noticed a black man sitting in the truck smoking a cigarette and talking on his cell phone. The truck was running and the windows were up so I couldn’t hear what was being said. I took a good look, saw he was an older black man with a scruffy beard with some greying and a short afro style haircut... he noticed me lookin and he looked back we caught eyes and then I looked away and headed to the office to check in. I got my keys and as I was walking back to the car to get my things, I saw him get out of the truck and walk into the door right next to mine.. I got my stuff from the car, went over to my room and was putting the key in the door when the door next door opened and he came out talking on his cell phone. we looked at each other again, I nodded my head to acknowledge him and he did the same and I went in my room set my stuff down and sat at the small couch to eat my Carl’s Jr... the curtains were open with just that white privacy curtain drawn closed but it wasn't completely closed, there was a gap of about two inches between them.. the black man stood outside talking on his cell phone kind of pacing back and forth between the front of his room and the front of mine, I could hear some of the conversation and my guess was he was talking to his wife... as he paced back and forth, I would sense him looking at me thru the curtain gap and I’d look up and catch him looking, a few times I’d see his shadow coming and i'd be looking by the time he came by and he'd see me looking at him.. this went on for about five minutes or so and I was eating while we kept exchanging glances... a few minutes later as he was standing in front of my window I heard the door open again next door, another black man came out and told him he'd be back and got into the truck and left.. he kept talking on the phone and pacing and we kep looking at each other while I ate for probably another 5 minutes or so before he finally hung up the phone and went back in his room. I really couldn't hear much from the room next door but the tv running, I finished eating and started to unpack my dress shirts and other stuff that needed to be hung up and then turned the tv on myself and laid back on the bed to relax. after about three minutes I heard the adjoining room door on his side open and thought that was odd, thinking maybe he was unfamiliar with them and he wanted to see what was there, but then about five seconds later he knocked at the door and I heard him say "yo".... I got up from the bed and went to open the door and I said "hey whats going on" and he looked at me said "so whats up" and not sure where he was going with this I responded "what do you mean" and this time he stepped forward into my room reached down and adjusted himself real quick like black men do and then he said again "so whats up" and this time I was starting to understand where this was going and I responded "just kicking it here after a long day, how about you?' and now he reached down with his hand and started stroking on his shaft with his thumb while he was talking to me and he said "i think u know whats up, I seen you lookin - I look at you, you look at me we be lookin back n forth so what up with u? you dont need to play eyeball no more if you a fag lookin for some dick I got some, I can give you some for real you dont need 2 be cute about it... so I remembered my teaching from my black master and I responded "just like that, huh?" and he responded "yea, just like that" ..i told him I was down and he asked me how much dick did I want. he told me he was staying there with a buddy from work that he kicks it with now and then and that his buddy would probably be down to give me some dick too or it could be just me and him.. I told him I was cool with two guys and he said give him a minute he was going to call his buddy and he did, he had him on speaker phone, his buddy answered "yo whats up" and the older black guy said "you wanna get your dick wet tonight" and his buddy responded "yeah, what you got in mind" and he said "got some boi pussy in the room next door he cool taking us both on" and his buddy responded "he a freak?" and the older black guy nodded his head yes while he looked at me and said "yes" to his buddy on the phone and his buddy said "aaaiiiggghhtt ... imma get some drink at the liquor store n hit the burger king, lets kick it after we eat" and the older black man said "aaiiightt .. late!" and hung up. he looked at me and said he'd get me when they were ready and I said ok and he left the room and closed the door on his side and then I closed the door on mine but left it unlocked. I went and laid back on the bed both amazed and worried and confused because I really knew nothing about either of these two and I didn't even get to see the other black man at all really just saw him quickly in passing walking toward the truck.. about 20 minutes later I heard the door open to the room next door and then heard him and his buddy talking but couldn't make out much because their tv was on but I could tell the spoke for a couple of minutes and then started to eat because of the silence in between the sentences, so I decided to get myself ready for whatever was going to happen next.. after that I went back to watching tv while I waited. Finally about 40 minutes later I heard the adjoining room door open on his side and then the older black man, now in boxers and a tank top, came in and said "we ready" and I got up and walked into their room. I finally got to see his buddy, he was tall, like 6" and very slender, probably weighed about 160 lbs at most, in his late twenties, not very attractive honestly, actually kind of ugly, looked very rough and ghetto, had his hair in corn rows with a few longer strands on the sides and back and he was laying back on the bed shirtless with some yellow basketball shorts on toothpicks for legs but no obvious bulge... as I walked in the buddy said to me "so u the bitch givin up that pussy tonight" and I said "yeah I guess so" and then the older black man introduced me to his buddy s Leon and told me that his name was Vince and I told them my name was Richard. Vince told me they were in town from Bakersfield working on a freeway construction project nearby, but they lived in Bakersfield, I told them I lived in Vegas and was there for the week on business heading back on Friday and they told me they would be there thru Friday morning as well and then heading home. After a little small talk Vince took off his tank top, dropped his boxers and laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head. I took this as my cue and took off my t-shirt and shorts and boxers and Leon dropped his shorts as well.. Vince had a nice looking dick and was already starting to get hard and I walked over and got on his bed on all fours and started to suck his dick, which had just started to grow as I started sucking on it and moments later I felt Leon rubbing my ass and spreading my ass cheeks open and I heard him say "damn, pussy looks good" and Vince responded "this mouth feelin pretty good right now too"... as I was sucking on Vince's dick I could feel it continue to grow bigger and wider and bigger and wider as I sucked it and then I started to feel it form a mean upward curve as it continued to inflate in my mouth and spread my jaw open, his mean upward curve was now very obvious and I had to lean my head forward more to accommodate his fat curved dick as I sucked it, I could hear Leon licking his fingers and rubbing my ass with his other hand and then he started to stick his thin bony middle finger in my ass and twist it around and he said to Vince "damn, pussy feel tite, we gonna have to bust it open" and Vince just responded by saying "u know it". By now I had already figured out that taking Vince in my ass was going to be a challenge because of his wide girth and because of the mean upward curve, I kept sucking on his dick and he was moaning and saying "oh yea baby that’s how daddy like it, lot of tongue and no teeth" and Leon was twisting his finger in and out of my ass while stroking it in and out and then I felt two fingers go in and more twisting and stroking.. I kept sucking Vinces dick and every now and then he'd put his hand on my head to adjust the pace and then let go, Leon pulled his fingers out and stepped off the bed and returned a few seconds later with some kind of lube (later found out it was cocoa butter) and I felt him lubing up my ass and heard him stroking the lube on his dick.. Vince asked him if he was gonna tap that ass and Leon said yes and Vice responded "aiiight, imma kick back and enjoy this head action"... Leon was busy fingering my hole with the lube now and doing a one finger then two finger alternation for a bit before I felt him move up behind me and get ready to stick it in.. remember, I had still not seen his dick and didn't recall seeing a bulge either so I wasn't sure what to expect, I was already surprised by how big and fat Vince's dick was and how curved it was too. I continued to suck Vinces dick and finally started to feel Leon rubbing the head of his dick on and around my hole and from what I could tell at that point it felt like it was probably a little bit bigger than average but nowhere near as fat as Vinces dick.. finally Leon held my ass and started to slide his dick into my ass and I felt my ass open up and confirmed that he was a little bigger than average in width, he played with my ass a bit sticking it in pulling it out sticking it in and pulling it out I think he liked the visual and then finally I felt him stick it in and start pushing it deeper into my ass, he started doing some stoking but just real easy like he was loosening me up and then he started to slide more of his dick into my ass, as my ass started to fill up with his dick I expected to feel his pelvic area hit my ass soon but boy was I wrong about that... he kept sliding dick into my ass deeper and deeper and deeper and there was still more dick to go.. Vince asked him if he was in yet and Leon responded "almost" and slid more dick up my ass and after I could already feel him deep in my guts I finally felt his pelvic area hit my ass cheeks, and then he told Vince 'now I’m in" and Vince asked him how it felt and Leon responded "pussy feel real good, don’t get too many bitches take my whole dick" and Vince responded "I think this bitch fuck some niggas before cuz he workin this dick too good for its size" and Leon responded "for real dude, I’m balls deep in dis bitch and she ain't even squirm"... Vince asked me "you fuck some niggas before" and I moaned "mmmm-hmmm" with his dick in my mouth and he said "yea I thought so", Leon left every inch of his dick balls deep in my ass, just holding my ass deep against his pelvis and told Vince he was gonna enjoy every inch of my pussy for a bit and Vince told him take his time cuz my head game was on spot so I kept sucking Vinces dick while Leon enjoyed every inch of the inside of my ass, doing some grinding but keeping it balls deep inside me. Finally Leon said "ok, time to work this pussy now" and started pulling out and pushing in at an easy pace at first and then slowly picking up the pace, sometimes going only partially back in and sometimes going balls deep, I could tell by now that he was really turned on by the visual of it all by how he was fucking me, by now Vince had both his hands on my head and was pretty much controlling my head movements while I sucked his dick and Leon was stroking in and out of me at a medium pace, hands firm on my ass and occasionally slapping my ass and saying "damn that some good pussy, bitch treat dis dick rite"...Vince asked Leon if he planned to nutt twice and he said 'yeah' and then Vince told him he'd do the same, after a few more minutes of this I heard Leon tell Vince, "ok, imma work it hard now" and Vince responded "aiiight" and then both of them started to get more aggressive with me, Leon was pumping my ass hard and deep, slapping my ass after ever few strokes saying "imma fuck this pussy bitch, how u like dis bitch" and slapping my ass again, Vince had my head in a head lock and was pumping my head up and down on his dick with force saying 'suck that dick bitch, suck that shit good'. As I was getting worked hard at both ends for what seemed like 20 minutes Vince asked Leon "where u at" and Leon responded "I’m close, u wanna nutt" and Vince responded "yea lets nutt this bitch up" and they both got even more aggressive with their fucking and I heard Leon moan out "awww shiiiit, aawww shiiiiit" and then Vince said "fuck, imma nutt" and started to blast his load in my mouth, I felt gobs of cum squirting out of his dick and filling my mouth and he was about four squirts in when I felt Leon grab my ass hard, slam his dick balls deep in my ass and started yelling "oh fuckk" gasping for air and started squirting deep in my ass as he moaned out after every squirt, I felt his hot cum coating the inside of my guts, ever bit of the force of the blast was against the wall of my guts and completely unmistakable, meanwhile Vince continued to squirt gobs of cum filling my mouth so much that I had to swallow before he even finished his nutt. Leon was exhausted, I felt his hot sweaty body lean down on top of my back his arms now by my side holding himself up on the bed and he told Vince "holy shit what a fucking nutt!" and Vince responded "fuck yea it was" and let go of my head... I sucked Vince clean, and Leon leaned back and slowly pulled out and once his head was out I felt him squeeze a little cum from his shaft onto my hole and wipe it around with the head of his dick and then he got up off the bed, so I finally leaned back and off of Vinces dick and both of them were obvious sweaty and spent and Vince looked at me and said "fuck you a good bitch for bein an older bitch" and right away Leon said "fuckin for real bitch, I dont get balls deep with a lot of bitches but fuck that pussy banging" I finally got to take a good look at Leon's dick, he had a hairy bush of black pubic hair, his dick was at least 11 inches, maybe 12, and a little thicker than average with the head like an arrow and two nice sized balls hanging from a sack that was like three to four inches away from his body... Leon went to lie down on his bed and I just kind of stayed there on the bed for a few minutes while they caught their breath and recovered from their orgasm and finally Vince said "damn you a good fuck bitch" and Leon responded "true that" and Vince said we should take a short break before we swap places and I said ok.

Anybody find guys with a head of ginger hair, a ginger hairy chest, and a ginger treasure trail leading to a mass of ginger hairs round his cock a turn on?

I met up with a hot bottom at his apartment. Let's call him Lukas. When he came to collect me at the building entrance, I wasn't sure about him. Lukas had an average build, unremarkable. When we got to his apartment he pulled off his pants and I could see a perfectly formed bubble butt. Promising! Finally he took off all his clothes and crawled onto the sofa- face down, ass up. Holy shit. (I included his ass picture from his profile.) He was a thicc, smooth pig. Dark skin, Latino. Almost completely free of body hair. A layer of baby fat on his tits and stomach. Best of all, he had a stunning bubble ass, two soccer-ball cheeks joining to create a deep crack. His favorite position was doggy. I loved squeezing his tits while I stroked slowly in and out of his hole. (I don't think he could handle a hard or fast fuck.) We got spun up and started fucking. It turned out he was very bossy. "Don't put your knee there", "Don't use your fingers there" , "Kneel there", "Put that pillow here", etc. Every two minutes he asked me to add more lube to my cock. He poured some liquid lube into a half full container of Vaseline; I was expected to use it frequently. He didn't really play any real porn, except for two short videos on his phone. As I fucked him, he would keep telling me to spit on my cock. And every time I said something to him, I had to repeat it because he didn't hear it. So I kept my verbal-ness to myself this time and stayed mostly silent. Instead I thought about what it would be like to cruise his stunning smooth piggy bubble ass at a gay beach. Now, of course he was douched out, but only 99.8% clean. The 0.2% bit of dirt was not off-putting and added the merest hint of raunch. We fucked on the sofa for hours and hours in doggy position. The only other thing he really said to me was "your cock is so thick." Then he pulled me into his bedroom, keeping my cock inside him the whole way. He lay down on his back on the bed, lifted his feet into the air, fully exposing his sweet man cunt. I lay to his side, slowly pumping my raw cock in and out of him. My left hand was free to squeeze his baby-fat tits and nips. My cock stayed very hard - guys holding their heels in the air are so slutty hot. For me it was a very comfortable position, and he told me that it felt good. I think we stayed that way for a long time. Then he asked me to rim him. I told him he had to clean himself out again, which he did. Then he came into the living room and presented his ass. 100% clean. I kissed his big ass cheeks and then buried my nose and mouth in the deep crack between them. The massive bubbles squeezed my face like an oxygen mask. I found his hole and started to lick. The hole had been fucked nonstop for hours by my thick cock, so it was fairly loose and I could get my tongue really, really deep into it. Because of all the lube and Vaseline, his pussy was artificially sweet and very greasy, but that did not stop me from rimming it as much as possible, being the greedy pig I am. We went back to the bedroom to try the "heels in the air" position again, but I could not stay properly hard. At least ten times I had to pull my cock out of his pussy and tongue the fuck out of it to try to make myself hard again. But the moments of hardness were no longer enough to get my meat inside him, and his constant bossiness was distracting me, so eventually I gave up. I gave him one last rimjob- the deepest and wettest of the evening -- and then I left for my next destination fuck. It was 6:30am. Normally this would be the time of my "walk of shame", but there was still more partying to be had a twenty minute walk away. I met the other fuckers at a hotel. There were four of us; myself, Hot Pig Rob - whom I have written about before - Dan and Alex. Dan was a total top like me. Alex was allegedly versatile, but I quickly determined that he would be the Designated Spun Bottom. And boy was he spun. We all played on the bed. Alex the Designated Spun Bottom had a very average body, and a compact, slightly hairy ass. Dan the Other Top started to fuck him. Alex sputtered something like "I haven't been fucked in a long time" then started moaning as Dan began to dick him hard. Then Dan pulled his cock completely out of Alex and told him to suck his own ass juices off of it. Alex scrambled over on his knees to deep throat the cock, fully exposing his man cunt. I kneeled behind him and wedged just the tip of my own cock into his hole. I had seven more inches of bare poz cock waiting for him. After a moment Alex stopped sucking Dan's cock and then backed his ass up the rest of the way onto my cock. Balls deep. He slamfucked himself very hard for a few strokes, mumbling idiotically "I got two cocks... I got two holes..." Then he pulled away (keeping two inches of cock inside him) to continue sucking Dan off. Back and forth between our two cocks he was in spun pig heaven. I realized Alex was spun because he was muttering to himself the way spun bottoms do, and we could barely understand anything he said. He always lay on his stomach, spreading his cute legs and compact ass, clearly exposing his hairy hole. At one point I was behind him stroking and penetrating his hairy hole with my fingers. Alex seemed confused, and he said to Dan, "Someone is doing something to my hole but I don't know what." I was tempted to ram my dick inside Alex without notice, permission or lubrication. I approached him from behind. His hole was nice and tight. Without having seen my cock he moaned "fuck it's such a big cock ... it's gotta be nine inches". I was surprised because he was exactly correct. I started fucking him slowly while he mumbled incoherently to himself. An insatiable greedy party bottom-- his hole squeezed and chewed on my cock non-stop. He could not get enough and neither could I. On the other side of the bed, Dan the Other Top and Hot Pig Rob were getting ready to fuck. Dan was very pale, very white with a cute ass and a six inch cock. Rob, mostly a bottom, had a dark golden tan, and a big smooth ass. "Wow," I said. "Those guys are starting to fuck." A wave of ecstasy rushed to my dick as the live porn unfolded right in front of me. Dan climbed above Rob doggy style so that we could see both their fine round asses and Dan's meat stroking in and out of Rob's hole. "Two beautiful asses," I sighed as I pounded Alex's hole a little harder. "Look at those two pigs fucking," I said to him. "You can see the meat going in and out. Can you feel how stiff that's making my dick?" Alex the Designated Spun Bottom stammered "... your... dick... is... so... hard..." Dan reached over and I pulled my cock out to let him feel it. "Fuck, your cock *IS* rock hard," he said. There was muscle orgy porn playing on a laptop in the room. About twelve huge buff studs with massive cocks fucking each other relentlessly in an empty nightclub. They were all clearly high, with red faces and chests, huge dilated pupils, bulging muscles shining with sweat. Dan occasionally commented on one porn star or another, which was another turn on, because I love nothing better than watching porn while barebacking a hungry bottomless bottom. Dan said "I wonder what that bar smells like after all that raw sex. All that sweat and cum..." At some point, Alex passed out on the bed. I love when guys pass out while partying-- it's an invitation to rape. I kicked his legs apart and fully inserted my meat into his hole. But there was nothing. No sensation, no friction no tightness. It was like fucking a corpse. But despite that, Dan the Other Top said to me, "That is making me very hard." He switched positions with me and climbed on top of Alex but he also failed to make the fuck workable and gave up. I moved onto Golden Boy AKA Hot Pig Rob. Unlike Alex, his grade A bubble ass needed to be treated with respect. Deep rimming, then deep, sweet bareback stroking. But Golden Boy was already partied out, so it was a very short fuck. Five minutes later, Alex the Designated Spun Bottom jerked awake. "What happened?" he asked. I immediately climbed on top of Alex's back and started dragging my dick back and forth and up and down all over his ass crack and taint. "You like that?" I asked him. He sounded like he was about to cry. "Fuckin' stop teasing that hole and please just ram the whole dick in there." I needed to end the evening with one last orgasm. So I rammed my whole dick inside Alex's compact ass. ("No lube?" he asked pointlessly.) I started pumping as hard as I could and then took a great big huff of poppers. BOOM. I blacked out for a second as a huge orgasm came over me and I squirted deep inside Alex. The end of a great night.

I dropped in at the Baths on my way home from work. I planned to get sucked and maybe fuck a little. I was 90% Top. Due to my size (6'4", 220 lbs), guys tended to get overwhelmed when I engulfed them. The guys I attracted, or was attracted to, were straight-acting Bottoms, frequently married or Bi, who had little experience dealing with a guy like myself-who dwarfed them in size, overpowered them, and used their Asses for my satisfaction. Anyway, I made eye-contact with an Italian Hunk. He pursued me into the Maze where we connected. What surprised me was that he was not interested in my Cock. On the contrary, he went straight for my Ass. massaging it beneath my towel. Before I knew it, the towel fell to the floor; and he'd maneuvered behind me. I wasn't about to get screwed by him or any other guy; but momentarily humored him, and let him explore my Ass Crack. That excited him and the others who were watching. 'What's this?' I agonized. 'Screw Me Day?' They all seemed to want the same thing, but no way was I going to whore out my Butt to that group of guys. I must admit one of them, a Black Dude with a nice long, thick Cock, turned me on. And when I split, he followed me to the Sauna. We started fooling around. It didn't take long for me to conclude that he, too, wanted my Pussy. After he made a few overt passes, I called it quits and took a hike. After I'd circled the halls several times, I ran into the Black Dude again, accompanied by his Latino Pal. "God, I need to be fucked," spouted Miguel. He sure did have a sweet Ass, and I volunteered to service it for him. The three of us headed to their room. I started to fuck the Hispanic and the Black climbed on my back. As I gave way, the Latino ducked out from under me, grabbed his towel, and vamoosed. That left the two of us alone in the room on the bunk, the Black's Cock poised at my Cunt. I realized I'd been duped by the two. Their real intent had been to get me fucked. The Black plowed my Hole. In my compromised position, I could barely resist. Actually I didn't try very hard. Considering my earlier experiences, I'd become somewhat resolved. He slid in and out and yodeled he was gonna shoot. Afterward I was on the commode when they came in the john. "You breed his Ass?" "Like takin' candy from a baby," the Black replied. "And did you POZ his Cunt?" "All I know is that Whitey's walkin' around with the biggest, badest Load of Bug Juice this Dude's ever shot." POZ me? Bug Juice? I blanched and sat stone still till they left. I was stunned. Sure, it was bound to happen. But what the hell, I was a Top! Tops aren't supposed to get POZZED; but I feared my day of reckoning had cum. Of course, one POZ Fuck doesn't spell HIV. Lots of guys bottom for years and never get the Bug. In a daze I stumbled back to the Maze. And who was waiting for me there, but the Italian I'd met early on. Only now, stretched and lubed courtesy of one Long Black Dong, I was easy pickings for the European's Manmeat. He slid right into me, no questions asked, and in no time shot up my Ass. Again we'd gained an audience; and again, the key attraction was my Butt. When he withdrew, another to took his place-then another-and another. Overall, I took half a dozen Loads that afternoon. I began to think, 'Why not?' If I had the Virus up my Ass, it'd be self-serving to keep it to myself. Yeah, sure, they could have acerbated things by grinding the POZ Stew into my Ass Walls, but, then again, I suspected my days as a NEG TOP were numbered. So since I already had the Virus in me, I took off to see how the Bottom half lived.

The only way to practice is to practice 🙂 With the right position and care you can piss in him before you fuck - I’ve done it a few times but it takes a bit of skill not to make a mess in the bed, especially on the bottom’s part, so you might find it tricky if this is the first time for both of you. Doggy is best with his chest flat on the bed so your piss goes deep and gravity helps it stay down while you fuck, an oil-based lube will have a better chance of avoiding being washed away, and a smaller load of piss will stay inside and be more comfortable him to hold for longer. It’s probably the closest we can get to fucking a guy while he’s “pregnant” (that’s how I like to think of it at least lol) Pissing after the fuck is nice too because you can stay in bed together afterwards and enjoy the feeling together. You might find this easier to start with, especially since he won’t need to stop during the fuck if he can’t hold your piss for long.

Gingers are my second favorite (right after black hair/blue eyes, which really gets me). And I am a quasi-ginger (with the freckles to prove it). Used to look much more so, but my hair has darkened with age and shorter length. When it was long, it bleached out to a gorgeous reddish-gold. Enough to make me want to grow it back before it goes gray.

I think it depends more on the state of the Hole. If it's already been fucked several times, it'll be more receptive to a hard & fast fuck, or a thick Cock. If the guy just got to the fuckjoint and I'm his first, sometimes the Hole just doesn't open up enough, even after some mouthwork. If that's the case, I usually I just tell the bottom that he needs to take a few Cocks before I fuck him to loosen / lube him up a bit. Causing pain (via fucking) doesn't interest me; I want my bottoms to enjoy my Cock as much as I enjoy their Holes.

Love this story just keeps on getting better with every chapter, thank you for your efforts in writing this

I used to be fucked by a father and his son. Quite often it became a threesome.

As soon as I step off the plane and enter the airport, my eyes begin the search for my ride. Then I spot a cardboard sign amongst the crowd that just says "White Whore." I look up to see Luis Junior holding it and smirking. Most people would die of embarrassment to be outed as the White Whore at the airport, but not me. I am proud of the name Luis had gifted me last summer. I make my way over to Luis Jr. He takes the sign, which has string around it, and puts it over my neck so I can proudly display it as I walk through the airport. Since I was instructed not to bring anything, there's no wasted time at the baggage claim. Junior motions for me to follow him and we exit the airport. I get a lot of stares and looks as people read my sign, but I don't care. This is who I am. As I follow Junior through the parking lot, I notice that he looks older since last summer. He's taller and has put on muscle, likely from working with his dad on construction sites. He also seems more confident than when I met him last year and he double fucked me with his dad. Junior still doesn't speak English and I speak very little Spanish, so there is a lot of pointing and nodding. We reach Junior's car and I start to get into the passenger seat, only to find the door locked. I look to Junior, who is pointing to the back seat. I feel a bit silly sitting in the back like a kid, especially since Junior is younger than me, but I follow orders and get into the back. As we drive away from the airport, the road gets more isolated. Gone are all the cars and buildings. Luis must really live in the middle of nowhere! Suddenly, the car pulls over on the side of the road. Junior gets out of the car and opens the back door. I'm confused. There's not a building in sight. Certainly this can't be the place. Then I notice the raging hard on poking through Junior's shorts. I smile and know what to do. I climb out of the backseat and immediately drops to my knees. Junior grabs the back of my head and shoves my face right into his crotch. I love feeling and smelly Junior's manhood. He smells like his daddy. It's not long before Junior's shorts are on the ground and I'm furiously sucking down his sweaty, hormone-filled cock. His balls look like they could explode at any moment. Then, Junior grabs my head and stops my sucking. Lacking English, he motions for me to stand up and I obediently do so. Junior grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and bends me over the hood of the car. He holds one arm on my neck and uses the other to pull down my pants. In mere seconds, Junior's cock is penetrating my boy pussy. I let out a half whimper, half moan as Junior begins to pound my ass furiously. The only other sound is of my chastity cage banging up against the car. I'm glad the businessman on the plane loaded my ass so I'd be lubed for this intense pounding. Junior only lasts a couple of minutes before he grunts and blasts his seed as deep as possible into my awaiting hole. Junior pulls out, taps me on the ass, and makes his way back into the car. I quickly pull up my pants and make my way to my place in the backseat. We take off. As I sit and enjoy the Mexican boy semen swimming through my body, I start to see something ahead. It's a massive house, built for a king. Could that be Luis' home? I get my answer as Junior turns into the driveway. My heart is racing. I don't know what the next few days will bring but I know it will be amazing. As the car stops in front of the mansion, Junior steps out and heads to get something out of the trunk. He comes to the back car door and motions for me to join him. I stand up to find Junior holding a blindfold. He places it over my eyes and it's now dark as night. Thankfully, Junior grabs my wrist to lead the way. I hear a door opening and can tell we are stepping into the house as the air suddenly gets much cooler. Junior leads me to a room and I hear a door shut. Next, Junior takes my hands and moves them behind my body, attaching a pair of handcuffs. I'm not sure what to think of this, but I know this must be Luis' idea, so I don't protest. Next, Junior sits me on the floor and takes off my shoes. Then I hear the sound of scissors. I wonder what Junior is cutting until I start to feel pulling on my clothes. Junior is cutting off my clothing, leaving me completely naked and handcuffed. I should be worried about what I'll wear to the airport at the end of the week, but I'm too excited and nervous about what's currently happening. Junior then reaches for my neck and removes his father's gold chain that Luis gifted me the end of the summer. The one that has the key to Tyler's chastity cage attached to it. It sounds like he puts it around his own neck. It feels strange without Luis' chain on my neck. I haven't taken it off since I woke up wearing it last summer. It's been a constant reminder of my commitment to be a White Whore. Quickly, I feel something else around my neck. It's a tight leather collar. How appropriate. Next, Junior lathers and shaves my armpits and public hair. Then he flips me over to shave my ass nice and smooth. I'm naturally not very hairy, but I guess Luis wants me totally smooth. I can feel my pussy is leaking a bit from the pounding Junior gave me earlier. I feel Junior use his finger to collect the seed and then he feeds it to me. It tastes like Mexican Heaven. I then hear Junior stand up and walk out of the room, with the door slamming behind him. I'm naked, cold, horny, blindfolded, handcuffed, and totally alone.

Chapter 9: New Directions Over a period of some five months after the goodbye party, Laszlo gradually set aside his heartbreak and began charting a new direction for his life. Following in the footsteps of his mentor, Daniel (if he had only known it), he took his savings from his nascent porn career and enrolled in a college accounting and business management program. He hoped in time to start his own business (although not as a porn producer) and reasoned that a solid background in financial management would be a signal benefit when he did. Once he got well underway with his courses, he let himself accept a few offers for film gigs from other studios. Here again he was unknowingly following Daniel in taking only such offers as could be fitted into his holiday periods from classes, and always trying to hold out for the right to pick his own scene partners. Around the five-month mark, he got a phone call from Lianne, who had continued working for Powerdrill Films, the company which had bought out Hawaiian Nine. The call was to let him know that he and Daniel had been jointly nominated for Scene Couple of the Year for their memorable romantic scene in Nine in the Woods. She filled him in on the details of time (the next month) and location for this year’s awards show (Ibiza) and made the arrangements for a hotel room and tickets to the post-show supper and the morning-after brunch for him. After covering the business, he asked her off-hand who else she’d been in touch with. “Easier to say who I haven’t gotten. I’ve talked to everyone on the film now, except for Daniel.” Something in the tone of her voice prompted him to ask, “He didn’t get back to you?” “Not that. His phone’s gone off.” She continued, imitating to perfection the synthetic tone of a canned phone-company voice, “The number you have reached is not in service.” Laszlo was at a complete loss for words. Fortunately, Lianne went on for him. “If you happen to hear from him, would you ask him to contact me? I need to talk to him about hotel and tickets.” “I’ll pass the message, Lianne, if I get the chance, but I haven’t heard from him either -- and from the sound of things I don’t think I’m likely to.” Lianne whistled in dismay. “Now, that’s surprising. I got the distinct impression that he was falling for you this last year or so.” “I wouldn’t know from anything he said or did, other than that scene.” “Well, Laszlo, that’s not nothing. I would have sworn that both of you went far beyond acting in that one.” “Wait…? What…??? You actually watched our scene???” “Don’t sound so surprised. Damn, I swear young guys today are so naïve. Yes, I watched it – several times. It isn’t only straight men who get wound up by watching two members of the opposite sex get it on. It was so real, actually heartfelt. Smart money says that’s why the two of you are going to win the award.” Musing on the conversation later, Laszlo wondered if Lianne’s perception was on point. If so, it made it even odder that Daniel had just disappeared into the wild blue yonder. A similar conversation with Jim and Steve led to an invitation to meet them for dinner on the night they arrived in Ibiza, three nights before the awards ceremony. And then it was time to fly over to Spain again, this time adding on an extra shuttle flight from Madrid to Ibiza at the end of an already long and tedious journey. Sign of the changing times, Daniel’s ever-hopeful backer had vanished at the same time Daniel did, and the company had to fly over in economy class this time – the cattlecar, as Laszlo wryly put it to himself. At least, he thought, this time I’m not confined to barracks. There was no need this year to save himself up for a shoot immediately after, and he took full advantage of the opportunity to socialize with all the other hot guys on hand. That list began on the night they arrived with Jim and Steve. Their dinner conversation wandered around in circles multiple times, branching off into other directions repeatedly, and then just as often coming back to the strange disappearance of Daniel. Nobody, it seemed, had heard from him or seen him, and nobody had any idea why. Jim, however, made a shrewd observation. “He’d been getting antsy for a couple of years now. Whenever I saw him, part of his mind always seemed to be somewhere else. I’d guess that he’s been wanting to break free for a while, go back ten spaces, hit the reset button, and start the game over from there, with the aim of ending up in a different place that seems to him like less of a dead-end trap.” Steve and Laszlo both nodded at that – Steve because he had good reason to trust his husband’s ability to study people under the skin, and Laszlo because everything Jim was saying squared with his own observations. When dinner was all finished, and Steve had paid the bill, Jim casually said, “Big night tomorrow. Time to hit the hay.” The two of them got up, and Laszlo rose too, prepared to say thanks and goodnight. Then Jim added one more word. “Coming?” Laszlo laughed. “Not too quickly, I hope.” Ten minutes later, the three of them were washing each other down in the shower. At least, there was a bit of washing going on but far more kissing, groping, sucking, and finger-fucking. Finally, Steve shut the water off, and everyone dried off before adjourning the meeting to the bed. Laszlo started things off by trying again – and failing again – to deep throat Steve’s massive tower of power. Jim just laughed, watching him gamely struggling to get more than seven inches of that enormous dick inside his face. In another minute, though, Jim had buried his own face deep inside his husband’s ass, and was ferociously tonguing and sucking at the hole, getting it to loosen and open up, preparing it to take cock. Even after their history, and their film scene together, Laszlo still had trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that Steve, a.k.a. Rod Rammer, the king of porn stud tops, actually preferred to take cock inside his ass. But now he watched eagerly, stroking his own cock slowly, as Jim applied a handful of spit to his tool and slid it into his husband’s eager hole. Steve opened right up as that rigid cock penetrated him and let out a satisfied moan as it sank in all the way. Jim leaned over Steve’s muscled back, planting his hands on either side of his man’s body as he began pumping. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and barked at Steve to roll over. Steve obediently rolled onto his back and lifted his legs into the air. Then Jim turned to Laszlo and smiled, saying “Your turn.” Laszlo eagerly moved forward and slid into Steve’s welcoming man cunt, his cock penetrating all the way as Steve grasped his torso and pulled him farther in. Jim moved in behind Laszlo, massaging his ass and toying with his hole. Laszlo turned his head, and said, “Put that thing in me, Jim.” At once, Jim added another shot of spit to his tool and then entered Laszlo’s butt. This three-way fuck train continued for another two minutes. Steve felt almost as if both of these hot guys were fucking him at once – and as he thought that, he suddenly realized that “almost as if” wasn’t good enough for him any more. “I want both of you inside me -- together. Double fuck me!” Jim asked in disbelief, “You want DP.” “Too fucking right. Do it!” Jim said to Laszlo, “Pull out and lie down beside him.” Then he turned to his husband and told him to get up and sit on Laszlo’s dick. Once Steve did that, Laszlo pulled him back until he was lying nearly prone on Laszlo’s chest. Then Jim added a generous shot of lube to his tool and slowly began working it in, a bit at a time, until both he and Laszlo were fully buried inside Steve. And that was a historic moment. The legendary Rod Rammer was getting rammed by two cocks at once for the first time ever. Laszlo was slightly in awe at being asked to participate in this double penetration, but Steve’s repeated pleas to “come on, guys, fuck me like you mean it” got him over the feeling and he settled right in to give Steve the fucking he deserved. With Jim moving in and out at the same time, the two of them could feel their cocks rubbing up against each other as well, and the sensation was driving Laszlo into a frenzy of lust such as he’d rarely felt before. Even being on the bottom end of DP himself hadn’t driven him this crazy. As for Jim, he’d never participated in a DP in any way, so his heightened excitement was inevitable. And it was Jim who first gasped, “Fuck, guys, I can’t hold it! I’m gonna cum!” Steve grasped his cock, moaning, “Yes! Me too!” Laszlo at once speeded up his fuck strokes into Steve’s tortured hole, wanting to try to cum right with his two hosts if he could. It was Steve who shot first, going into a total state of prolonged orgasm as his hole couldn’t contract fully and kept spasming around the two dicks in it. Jim could stand only a moment of that treatment before his tool swelled up and erupted inside Steve’s guts. The sensation of Jim’s dick twitching and pulsing, and the hot cream of his orgasm flowing around his own cock quickly brought Laszlo up to the peak and he erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm just seconds behind Jim. Their combined loads slowly oozed out of Steve’s gaping hole around their two cocks, as Steve lay with a blissful, all gone expression on his face. Laszlo’s cock slid out first, and Jim’s followed shortly after, with a tidal wave of cum slowly running out after it as Steve’s hole refused to close up for a good two minutes. Steve’s body had completely collapsed on top of Laszlo, and Laszlo eventually had to push him off as the inert weight was becoming painful. The three of them lay in bed, side by side, panting for air, with cream running down three cock shafts and one pair of ass cheeks. Even for a pair of professional porn performers, this was a peak level experience for the record books. Laszlo couldn’t think when he had last cum so hard or shot so much. Eventually, he got up, cleaned himself up, and pulled on his clothes. His hosts just lay together in bed, smiling in the aftermath. When he was dressed, Laszlo kissed both of them and thanked them for a great evening. Steve replied, “No, thank you! I’ve been wanting to do that for ages, and I’m so glad you could help make it happen. It felt fucking amazing!” Jim smiled as Laszlo chuckled and waved goodbye before letting himself out. The next day was set aside for a massive all-day pool party for all the attendees. Clear sky, warm breezes, blazing sunshine, a huge pool, tons of food, an open bar, and hundreds of hot guys – the ingredients were all there for a first-rate wild time. Laszlo enjoyed just lounging in the pool for a while, chatting with his friends and a couple of other young hotties who were drawn to this famous porn star like moths to a candle. Eventually, he found that his drink was empty, a state of affairs which must not be allowed to continue. He had just climbed out of the pool to head back to the bar, when a vaguely familiar voice called out his name. He swung around and found himself looking right into the face of his volleyball teammate from high school, Miklos. His jaw just about dropped when he took in the way that the scrawny kid he remembered had put on muscle since they’d last seen each other six years earlier. Not only that, Miklos had also put on a lot more self-confidence, immediately wrapping his arms around Laszlo with a hug and a kiss, punctuated by a firm squeeze of his butt. In the pool, Jim caught Steve’s eye and gave him a broad wink before they both turned back to watch as events unfolded. “Step back, Miklos – let me get a really good look at you.” “Likewise.” Miklos was definitely a sight for sore eyes, from his broad shoulders down over his big pecs, then following the treasure trail down over the ridged abs towards the tight little brief swimsuit which was having a hard time containing his growing cock. That was certainly due to the way Laszlo’s own hard-earned muscles were shown off by his tan and by his own skimpy brief, with the high-cut sides over his ass cheeks. Laszlo’s mouth unconsciously watered as he remembered the day back in high school when he’d clandestinely sucked Miklos off in the locker room – at a moment when they were both supposed to be back on the court for the next game in a tournament. Fortunately, Miklos had been as fast as he was, and he’d swallowed the last mouthful of cum and stood up just as the assistant coach walked in, yelling at them to get their asses back out onto the court. That had been Laszlo’s first load, and he instantly found himself getting hard at the thought of a rematch – at a more advanced level, of course. From the looks of the front of his swimsuit, Miklos was definitely primed for action too. Laszlo pulled him in close again, groped him firmly, and said quietly, “My room – come on.” They were already kissing and groping each other like madmen in the elevator going up. As soon as the door of the room swung shut behind them, Laszlo immediately dropped to his knees and started pulling the front of Miklos’ tight pink briefs out and down to release his cock. Miklos reached over his head to twist the door lock, and then focused on Laszlo, whose tongue was already taking some very smooth and well-practised swipes up and down the shaft. When he peeled back the skin and began tonguing the head, Miklos shuddered with excitement and anticipation. For now, he was just enjoying an expert blowjob, but he really wanted to get his hands and tongue and cock into that sweet ass. After Laszlo had spent several minutes bobbing up and down and twisting his mouth around the shaft of that uncut tool on each stroke, Miklos pulled him up to his feet. “My turn.” Miklos now dropped to the floor and spun Laszlo around, tugging his tight suit over to one side until he could get his finger into the crack. Then he leaned in and began to lick and kiss the sides, while his right hand probed the tight button deep down, and his left hand held that small piece of pale blue fabric out of the way. Then he pulled back his right hand and, without removing his mouth, slid the hand between Laszlo’s legs and up over the bulge, squeezing his rock-hard cock on the way, until his hand caressed the exposed head which had pushed past the narrow waistband and was shimmering with juice in the open air. Miklos grabbed that waistband, and tugged it down, releasing Laszlo’s cock and balls as he slid it slowly all the way down his legs. He then shoved his face all the way into Laszlo’s ass, eagerly sucking and eating the hole while his right hand continued to manipulate that dripping cock. In no time he had Laszlo groaning and then saying, “Dammit! Quit the teasing and fuck me already!” It was all Miklos needed to hear. He removed his hand, stood up, swiped a couple of handfuls of a mix of his spit and Laszlo’s cock juice over the head of his tool, and then planted it against the hole and gave it a healthy shove. Laszlo cried out as the cock penetrated him instantly, going all the way in on the first stroke. Miklos wasn’t the biggest guy he’d ever taken (that was Rod Rammer’s honour) but it was still a lot of man meat to have driven into him that quickly. Miklos stopped then, knowing that Laszlo needed a bit of time. He waited for a minute or two until Laszlo’s muscle ring stopped fighting him, and then he began to fuck ass. Laszlo groaned again as Miklos drove it into him over and over, plunging deep and fast and pulling back all the way until his head was trapped in the ring. As Laszlo began working his muscles to tease and squeeze Miklos, the big blond was rapidly relearning the difference between newbies and reluctant virgins versus a truly experienced bottom who knew how to make the ride all the better for both of them. Laszlo was having an incredible time too. He’d been fucked by a number of guys, obviously, but never before in a standing position, and the way Miklos was driving into him was stirring him up and exciting him almost beyond belief. He’d already decided that for his next film he’d love to get fucked this way on camera, sure that his excitement would show in his face. Laszlo was giving Miklos such a wild time that he suddenly realized that he was going to cum, and too soon. He started to slow down, but Laszlo protested. “Nooo! Keep pounding me!” “Fuck, man, I’m going to cum too soon if I do.” “Go for it! We can always go for round two. Come on, blow that load inside me. Fill me up!” Miklos willingly revved the throttle up again and was soon pounding Laszlo’s hole like an oil well pump gone ballistic. After only about 30 seconds of that treatment, the moment arrived. Miklos grunted out, “Cumming!” Laszlo moaned. “Yes! Cum in my ass!!!” Miklos slammed in one last time and held it there as his cock convulsed, flooding Laszlo’s hole with an enormous load of sperm. Laszlo grabbed his own tool, beat it half a dozen times, and shot a blast of cum onto the wall where it dribbled slowly down towards the floor. They stood there, with Miklos clinging firmly to Laszlo until his cock slowly softened and then slid out of Laszlo’s hole. Laszlo turned slowly around to kiss him, and Miklos grinned. “Look at that! Super wild round of sex, breeding, and two loads of cum, and we didn’t even wrinkle the bed sheets. Are we good or what?” Laszlo had to laugh. They lay down on the bed and cuddled for a while, playing with each other’s cocks and asses, but it took a while after that huge orgasm before their cocks began to refill for another round. Then Laszlo took control, straddling Miklos’ chest to feed his cock into the bigger guy’s mouth. Miklos was also an experienced cocksucker, and gave Laszlo the kind of top-notch treatment that brought his cock to full rigidity in no time at all. Laszlo then swung around and sat on Miklos’ face, forcing the erstwhile top to eat out his ass while he leaned forward to suck that big uncut cock again. Miklos loved the taste of cum fresh from an ass, so he didn’t object at all. It was another matter, though, when Laszlo turned yet again, grabbed Miklos by the shoulders, and flipped him into a face-down position, then straddled his back and began to eat his ass. “Hey,” Miklos protested, “I thought I was the top here1” Laszlo laughingly said, “All good things must come to an end and every empire must fall,” as he plunged his finger into the tight hole and began wriggling it around. “So be a good guy and just shut up and take it like a man!” Miklos laughed then, but his laughs soon turned to groans as Laszlo’s tongue penetrated his hole and began fucking him with sharp little thrusts. In just another minute or so, he was twisting around on the bed and moaning that he wanted cock in his ass. Laszlo straightened up, placed the tip of his rigid tool against the button, and then pushed slowly but forcefully down. Miklos popped open and Laszlo entered, thrusting his way inch by inch until his entire cock was buried deep in the hole. Miklos was gasping for breath. It was evident that he hadn’t been fucked for a while. His hole was tight enough that it felt, to Laszlo, almost like he’d never been fucked before, and that made the action of driving repeatedly into his body tremendously exciting. It only took about five minutes before Laszlo felt his orgasm building, and asked Miklos where he wanted the load. Miklos promptly replied, “Inside me. Cum in my ass!” Laszlo speeded up his thrusts and then exploded inside Miklos, drenching his colon with cum. But Miklos was nowhere near ready to cum. Laszlo waited a minute until his cock softened a bit, then he pulled out and rolled Miklos over again. His cock was sticking painfully straight up into the air. Laszlo lifted those long legs up, swiped a palmful of his cum out of Miklos’ ass crack, wiped it onto his own ass, and then sat down on that big rigid tool and began riding. Miklos groaned aloud as Laszlo practically raped himself on his cock, ramming himself up and down as hard and fast as he could go. Finally, Miklos could take no more and let his orgasm come, flooding Laszlo’s guts with another huge load of his seed. Eventually, Laszlo detached and flopped on the bed beside Miklos and they both fell asleep. He awoke to find Miklos looking down at him with a wistful kind of smile. “What time is it?” Laszlo asked. “About 5:00.” “Let’s get back out there before everyone eats all the food.” “Good plan.” They both slid their swimsuits back on. At least, as Miklos observed, they were fitting better now that the tension had been relieved. When they sauntered back out onto the pool deck together, they manfully endured some ribbing from members of the crowd who knew one or the other (or both) of them. More drinks, more time in the pool, more hugging and kissing with more hot guys, more groping and squeezing. But then Laszlo looked at the food laid out on the buffet – there was plenty of it left -- and groaned in dismay. It was a thoroughly American spread of really heavy foods – burgers, fries, sausages, fried chicken, and over-sauced ribs. “What the fuck is the use of this trash? I’m in Spain, I’d like to eat tapas, seafood, paella, veggies, that kind of thing. I didn’t fly all this way just to eat fucking factory burgers!” “Agreed,” Miklos responded heartily. “Want to slide out and go get dinner somewhere else?” Laszlo looked around. The sun was definitely dropping towards the horizon but the coloured lights around the pool were coming on and the band was warming up at the bandstand. He suddenly thought that he also didn’t want any loud music pounding in his ears today. It had been a fun day, but enough was enough. “Deal. Meet me in the hotel lobby in…” and he glanced at his phone “…45 minutes.” An hour later, the two of them were walking along a street towards a highly recommended seafood restaurant. The street scene around them was lively enough, but it wasn’t a patch on the roaring noise of the pool party which was slowly receding behind them. The restaurant proved to be a quiet, cool hideaway up a narrow lane between old stone houses, with vine-draped trellises arching over the tables on the outdoor patio. The server recommended a tangy, dry white wine from the list, and they ordered a selection of tapas of varying kinds. Over the meal, they chatted about their respective careers. It wasn’t surprising that Laszlo hadn’t gotten wind of Miklos being in the industry too, as he was (like Laszlo) using a screen alias but (unlike Laszlo) he now looked wildly different from the way he had looked when they’d known each other in school. Miklos had freelanced with a couple of different producers, and he kept Laszlo in stitches with his stories of how he kept getting paired with young twinks whose job was to get fucked but who kept turning out to not enjoy it at all, which meant that he had to be careful not to ram them too hard – and that in turn made it very hard for him to keep hard. His biggest howler was the twink who’d broken the moment when Miklos was winding up to cum by suddenly and loudly saying, “Fuck, I hate these cheap, itchy sheets.” “Bet they didn’t sign him for another film in a hurry,” Laszlo choked out between bellows of laughter as he wiped his watering eyes. Laszlo in turn shared some stories about the various people at Hawaiian Nine, assuring Miklos that despite what people were saying, Will and Eddie (the camera guys) really had put down their cameras and made an unplanned leap into the scene that day when he filmed his debut scene with Daniel. Then Miklos went right where Laszlo knew he was bound to go, given the direction of the conversation. “So, tell me, Laszlo: what was it like having the Hawaiian Nine as a boyfriend?” “How do you mean?” “Well, you two were definitely an item. Everyone said so.” “Then everyone was wrong. We most certainly were not an item. Nobody was ever an item with him. You couldn’t crack that guy’s shell. It was harder to break into than Fort Knox.” “Laszlo, you sound like you wanted to.” “Well, naturally, I was curious about what made him tick. But I couldn’t figure him out at all. However, just to satisfy your gay gossip monger curiosity, we did sleep together. To be precise, we had sex together exactly five times – and two of those were on camera. A third one was when he broke my ass in off camera so it wouldn’t take all day to fuck me for the first time on camera.” “Shit. He took your cherry? Lucky devil.” Laszlo laughed. “I’ll bet a lot of people thought that. But it was like everything else. Whatever the Hawaiian Nine did, it was strictly business all the way. He could be really friendly, affable, even chatty, but that was out of necessity for being in business. I don’t think that man has a clue how to relate to anyone outside of a business negotiation.” “So where did he go to? Word on the street is that he’s disappeared.” “In this one case, the Word on the Street has got it right. He cancelled his cell phone, sold his condo, and vanished. Out of town? I don’t know. Which direction? No idea. What’s he doing now? No one’s heard. Rumours are flying, but there’s a distinct shortage of definite answers.” “Laszlo, you sound like you are worried.” “Naturally. He was a likable guy and he really helped me a lot. But he lived so totally for his company, and now that’s he’s sold it, I have no idea of what he might do that would fill that big gaping hole in his life. So yes, I’m worried about him.” Miklos changed the subject, with a slightly belated show of tact. The rising edge in Laszlo’s voice warned him not to pursue the topic of the Hawaiian Nine any further. They walked back to the hotel together, and Laszlo thanked Miklos for a delicious dinner and a pleasant evening. Then Miklos asked, “Can I see you again?” Laszlo looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, and then said, “Yes, I’d like that. My treat.” The next afternoon, out at the pool, Lianne looked searchingly at the two of them sitting together, a bit apart from the rest of the gang. Marina asked her, “What’s caught your eye?” “Those two. Laszlo and that big blond guy, what’s his name?” “Adam Orban,” Marina supplied – using Miklos’ screen name. “They’re giving me déjà vu. Remember that Icelandic hunk, Johannis, and that little Latino, Miguel? Love at first sight. This looks the same – maybe not as intense, but still….” “Good for Laszlo,” Marina said heartily. “Maybe it’ll take his mind off his lost love.” Lianne nodded. “Yes, that would be nice for him. But he’s still got to get through tomorrow night. You know as well as I do that he’s going to have to go up there on stage by himself and pick up a trophy that’s meant for him and Daniel together. It’s got to be making him edgy. God knows what will happen.” That night, Laszlo took over as host and they ate another magnificent meal in a different, but equally enticing, restaurant – this one up in Dalt Vila -- specializing in fresh fish and spiny lobster. After they’d returned to the hotel, Miklos returned the favour by inviting Laszlo to stay for the night with him. They took turns breeding each other before falling asleep in the early hours of the morning. Around ten o’clock in the morning, Miklos came slowly awake to be conscious of a distinct feeling of fullness in his lower regions. After a few moments, it dawned on him that Laszlo had slowly entered him and begun to slide gently in and out while he was still asleep. It felt wonderful. He purred happily, reaching behind him to grasp Laszlo’s hip, and pulling him closer. Laszlo wrapped his arm around Miklos, stroking his nipples gently as he began to speed up his pumping action just a bit. Miklos was as eager and open to his cock as Laszlo was eager to enjoy Miklos’ muscular butt and to breed his hole again. Miklos had never played small spoon before, but he was quickly discovering how much he loved doing it in this position. Laszlo, too, was having a great start to his day. The smooth, silky warmth of his partner’s hole was stroking his cock to perfection as he slid in and out. He, too, enjoyed the sensation of being curled around a muscular man’s back, with his arm draped over the broad chest so his hand could toy with the nipples. There was no denying it. Laszlo and Miklos were both enjoying this unique morning wake-up call very much and neither one wanted to bring it to an end. Before long, though, Laszlo’s cock cast the deciding vote, overruling the two men’s other sensations. As it began a telltale quivering and started to swell up, Laszlo gasped out, “Fuck – can’t stop it, I’m going to cum!” “Yes! Give it me, Laszlo! Breed my ass!” That was all it took. He gave a series of quick little thrusts and his cock exploded, drenching Miklos’ guts with his sperm. Miklos had begun beating his own meat without even realizing it and now erupted all over the bedsheets as Laszlo’s orgasm began to wind down. The two of them detached from each other, and rolled back together, face to face, cuddling and kissing each other happily. Finally, though, Miklos said, “I hate to ruin the moment, it’s too perfect, but my stomach has started rumbling. It wants to be fed. Let’s get cleaned up and get some breakfast.” Laszlo and Miklos enjoyed a long, luxurious shower with a great deal of stroking and caressing each other before going down to breakfast. As they sat down with their espresso, chilled fruit, and fresh rolls with ham and cheese, Laszlo said, “Gotta love a hotel restaurant that keeps serving breakfast right up until noon.” Miklos heartily agreed. After eating, they got changed and spent another lazy afternoon out by the pool. As the day wore on, Miklos could sense that Laszlo was getting increasingly antsy. That was hardly surprising. This was the night of the big awards ceremony, and Miklos was just as certain as everyone else that Laszlo would have to cross the stage. He could also make a guess, on the basis of their conversation two nights earlier, at the root cause of Laszlo’s nerves, even though he didn’t quite see the full extent of the issues involved. Laszlo was, in fact, every bit as nervous and frightened as Lianne had feared he would be. Miklos came to his room with all his formal gear to get ready. They’d ordered up some snacks from room service by way of a light dinner. Laszlo’s hands were shaking as he put on his formal suit. He had to grip them together to steady them enough so that he could help Miklos with his bowtie, and then stand still for Miklos to put his on. His nervousness had convinced Miklos, without even having to ask, that Laszlo’s feelings for the Hawaiian Nine ran far deeper than he was willing to admit. “Ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Miklos hugged him firmly, patting his back for reassurance, and then they headed down to the lobby where a stream of limos were picking up nominees and other prestige guests for the drive to the theatre. The car stopped and Laszlo and Miklos got out. Before they headed towards the red carpet and the entrance, Laszlo reached out and took Miklos by the hand, while the fans chattered, and the cameras flashed. As they walked the red carpet, as they took their seats in the auditorium, as the audience seats filled up with a crowd of hundreds of hot guys dressed to the nines, Laszlo kept looking repeatedly around, clinging to the faint hope that Daniel might choose at the last moment to put in an appearance. The lights dimmed, the awards ceremony began, and “faint hope” slowly changed to “no hope.” The opening speeches, the entertainment from a dance troupe of barely clad hunks in dance belts and not much else, the outrageous stand-up comedy routine about the industry from a pair of catty drag queens, all served only to wind Laszlo’s nerves up even tighter. Finally it came time for the presentations to begin. The first five or six awards were presented, and then it was the moment – as Laszlo knew from the pre-printed programme. The insider chat throughout the day had all been about him and Daniel, and he was taking it as a given that they would receive the award. The presenter for this award was Archer McManus. His deep bass voice scarcely needed a microphone as his words boomed out over the audience. “The Scene Couple of the Year award is one that won’t necessarily be presented every year, because it takes a special kind of chemistry to make a pair of models in a scene appear to be truly a couple. If they really are partnered, of course, they have a bit of a head start, but even then their personal chemistry has to translate to the cameras, and that’s not as easy as it sounds. Well, this year, we had a real knockout of a scene that cried out to be given the award. For the slow romantic scene in Nine in the Woods, the award goes to Arpad Nagy and the Hawaiian Nine.” A storm of applause and cheering filled the air as Laszlo rose and walked down the aisle to the stage. He went up the steps, still half-hoping he’d see another figure coming onstage from the other side. Archer hugged and kissed him, handing him the trophy, and quietly muttering, “Where’s Daniel?” With sadness in his eyes, Laszlo as quietly replied, “No one knows.” Then he turned to face the crowd and began to speak. “Anyone who’s ever done this job will tell you that it takes a village to make a really top-notch film and scene. There are so many people I’d like to thank, but I’m just going to take a short cut and say my thanks go to every single person on the fabulous team at Hawaiian Nine Films, a company that will long be remembered for the top-notch quality of the work we all created there.” He paused and took a deep breath to steady himself. “As you can see, the one person I’d really like to thank, the man who should be standing here beside me, isn’t with us tonight. I’m sure you’re all wondering why, and all I can say is that no one seems to know where he’s gone.” The crowd had gone very quiet. It was obvious from the quavering tone of Laszlo’s voice, from the way he was fidgeting with the trophy, that this was something much more than a typical banal thank you speech. Marina and Lianne were sitting with their hands clasped tightly together, silently willing Laszlo to be strong, not to crack. He took another shuddering breath. “If he were here, I’d give him this trophy to keep for himself because everything I’ve done in this industry, every break I’ve gotten, every success I’ve had, it’s all due to him – to his mentoring, to his experience shared, and above all to his friendship. Wherever the Hawaiian Nine is, I hope he sees a video of this moment -- so he’ll know just how grateful I am. Thank you for everything, my friend. Love you and miss you.” His eyes suddenly flooded with tears, blinding him as he stepped away from the microphone. Archer had to help him down the steps from the stage, and Lianne then came forward to walk him back to his seat. There she hugged him hard, with tears also streaming out of her eyes. The other members of the Hawaiian Nine family all crowded around to hug him and congratulate him. Then Miklos was there, to hug and kiss him before they sat down together, holding each other’s hands once again as Laszlo rested his head on Miklos’ shoulder. In the middle of the same row of the audience, an upraised phone was recording the entire moment.

It was the 2nd guy I ever had sex with. He was an older guy, late 40s and I was a teen. The only times I had been fucked before were not the best, always kinda uncomfortable. This guy put me on his couch and kept playing with my hole, and made me want to get fucked more and more. When he started pushing his dick inside me I basically didn't notice. He was making me feel good all over. It was only after he was halfway inside me I even thought about a condom.. and I remember thinking "oh he's just teasing it he's not going to actually fuck me". But of course he kept going and I never asked for him to stop. I wrapped my legs around him until he shot in my ass.

Part 10 I walked over to Greg and grabbed his hand and took it off his dick. “Slow down man or you're going to waste that load of cum,” I said smiling at him. “Wouldn't you prefer to cum in his ass instead of all over your own hand?” Greg licked his lips and stared at Chad's open wet inviting hole a few inches in front of him. “Yeah I'd prefer to. Shoot my cum deep inside him. It'd be so hot!” he whispered hoarsely. “Then do it man,” I encouraged him. “His ass is so tight and warm and feels fucking amazing on my bare cock. I get so turned on watching my slutty little brother get dicked and bred by another guy's hard raw cock. And he loves being filled with cum,” I told him, realizing I was getting hornier than I had been at the thought of me and Chad convincing him to barebuck fuck Chad's hole. It was wildly arousing working to seduce him to give in. Chad was wiggling his muscled jock ass in front of Greg. “Yeah man there's nothing hotter than having my ass filled with a thick hot load of cum. Especially from a cheating married big fucking cock!” Greg moaned, visibly weakening. I placed the pipe back between his lips and told him to take another big hit. He did so and blew out another good-sized cloud. I started playing with Greg's nips as he took a second hit and I whispered temptingly in his ear loud enough for Chad to hear. “And it's even better if the cum he's getting is full of chems, making him more of a pig. And your cum is definitely full of tina man.” I reached down and wrapped a fist around his cock and started stroking slowly, causing another hungry moan to come from Greg's lips. Chad must have decided to help convince Greg because he eased off the bed, came over to the chair where Greg was sitting and, with his back to Greg lowered his ass down toward Greg's lap. My hand was still holding Greg's dripping cock and I guided it to my little brother's hole as Chad pushed back and down some more until Greg's cocklips were pressing against Chad's asslips. Greg was panting in heat now and Chad knew he almost had him. He looked over his shoulder again at Greg his gaze boring into Greg's eyes. “Oh yeah, man. Your cockhead feels so good on my hole. Slide it in. Fuck my ass skin-on-skin until you shoot your cum in my guts. Your married cheating cum.” With that said Chad pushed down with a little more force until the raw head of Greg's dick popped through his sphincter into the smooth wetness of his ass. “Awwww fuuccckkk!” Greg growled and grabbed Chad's hips and pulled him more than halfway down his shaft. His bare uncovered shaft. “Yessss!” Chad hissed in wanton pleasure as he felt this stud's married cock sliding deeper inside him. “Give me that raw cock man! All the way in!” “So good,” Greg admitted. “Oh damn it feels so damn good to be inside you bare.” Greg's reluctance seemed to have disappeared as he thrust up into Chad's cummy hole, feeling the heat of Chad's hole on his bare shaft and feeling the wetness of my own load lubing his penetration. After a few minutes in this position I told them to get on the bed with Chad on all fours. They moved to that position without Greg's cock ever coming out of Chad's ass. He started fucking into Chad with longer strokes. “You like that bare cock in your ass man? You like how it feels rubbing your insides without a condom?” Greg demanded as he rammed my little brother deep and hard. “Hell fucking yes man!” Chad screamed. “It feels perfect! You're loving it too aren't you?” Greg slapped one of Chad's asscheeks hard and said, “Yes! Raw feels dirty and fantastic!” Greg was fully into the scene now and I was getting more and more turned on watching and listening to the two of them rutting. And I was mesmerized by the sight of Greg's strap-encased butt cheeks flexing and clenching as he pounded into Chad. I opened the bag of shards laying on the table and wetting my index finger I dipped it inside the bag, snagging a decent-sized piece on my fingertip. I ran the fingers of my other hand across Greg's lower back gathering up the sweat and moving the fingers to his asscrack and across his hole. “Yeah man play with my ass while I fuck your little brother. Love having my ass played with,” he grunted. I couldn't have planned it better. I covered my fingers and then his hole two or three more times with his sweat then placed the finger with the shard on it against his slicked up hole and pushed hard on one of his outstrokes from Chad's ass. My finger went in smoothly to the second knuckle and I rotated it a couple of times before pulling it out. Immediately I lowered my face to Greg's sexy ass and began eating his hole, giving the booty bump time to hit him. “That's it man! Eat my ass while I fuck your brother's hot ass! Oh yeah I love getting rimmed!” Then suddenly his body shuddered and he said, “Hell man! My ass is on fire! What are you doing?!” I pulled up from his hard ass mounds and slid my wet cockhead up and down his crack. “Keep fucking Chad's ass man,” I told him. “You like the way your ass is feeling?” He thrust into Chad again as he answered me. “Hell yes I do! It's tingling. I need something in it,” he moaned. I zeroed in on his spit and sweat covered hole with the head of my cock and asked him hoarsely, “You want my cock in it man? You want me to slide my cock in your hot ass while you bareback fuck my little brother?” Even as I was speaking I had placed my hands on Greg's hips and had started to apply pressure. Moaning, Greg pushed back as he said, “Yes! Fuck my ass man! 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My friend Mark's cock!! We were traveling together for a month to Vancouver and every weekend, he'd disappear. On the 3rd week, i asked him where he goes on the weekends and he said, Mark: Downtown, to a club. Me: What kind of club? Mark: Well, they have 3 types of clubs...a gay club, a BDSM club and a swingers club. Me: Which club do you go to? Mark: Oh, the gay club! Me: Oh, ok. That was the end of the conversation at that time. The next morning, we showed up to go to work and Mark quietly said... Mark: This next weekend, did you want to go with me to the club? Me: To the gay club? No, thank you. Mark: If you're nervous, I'll be your first. Me: No, thank you! You see, i had never been with a man before, nor had the thought of it really ever crossed my mind. Sure, in a curiosity way, but never in a serious way. The next weekend, Mark disappeared again. Monday morning... Me: Did you go to the club again this weekend? Mark: I did. Me: Did you have fun? Mark: I sure did. You should of come along!! Me: No, i wouldn't have had fun. Mark: Sure you would. Like I said, I'd be your first. Me: Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. After that month of working together, i didn't see Mark again for about 3 months, but for some reason, his "offer" never left my mind and the curiosity of being with another man had kept growing. i ran into Mark at work about 3 months after that and he invited me out for coffee and i accepted. We met at a coffee shop and started complaining about work and the job...average stuff. Then out of nowhere Mark asks... Mark: I have coffee at my place. Cheaper than drinking coffee here. Me: No, but i have booze at my place. Better than drinking coffee. Mark: OK, let's go to your place. When we arrived, i poured us a couple of very strong vodka/7up's and we sat down on the couch and started talking. The month of trips to Vancouver came up and so did the topic of the gay club. Mark: The offer still stands. If you want to go to one of the clubs here at home, I'll go with you and be your first. Me: What are these clubs like? Mark: Well, you rent a little room with a small bed and a TV, and that's about it. There is a theater room where you can watch porn. Walls that have holes in them called "Glory Holes" where you can suck dick or have yours sucked. There's a big room open to all that you can participate in or just watch. There's a sauna and shower and weights if you want to work out. Me: What do you usually do? Mark: I usually just rent a locker and go to other guys rooms. For you, I'd suggest a room. Me (after my 3rd vodka): OK, i'll try it. If i change my mind, i can always just stay in my room until we're ready to leave, right? Mark: Of course! So off we go, with Mark driving. We get to the club, buy my membership and rent my room. As we go past the little display case...with all sorts of dildos and leather gear, Mark stops... Mark: Oh, you're going to probably want some of this, as he points to this stuff in the case called, "Rush". Me: What is it for? Mark: You inhale it and it relaxes you. So i buy a bottle and Mark walks me to my room, then leaves to go put his stuff in the locker he rented. While he's gone, i fix myself a double vodka/7up with the vodka i "smuggled" into the club and slam it down...a bit of liquid courage. After about 15 minutes, there's a knock at my door and it's Mark...he has on only a towel. Mark has me get undressed and we set on the bed. As he explains the layout of the club and what to expect, his hand is moving across my body, from knee to thigh to chest to neck and slowly back again. He then shows me how to use the "Rush" i just bought. Mark has me inhale just a small amount for my 1st hit. The name was appropriate...i got a rush! At first my heart raced and i felt flush. Then everything calmed down and i felt this relaxed feeling come over me...and i felt my inhibitions and fears just melt away. Mark put the bottle under my nose again and i took a deeper and longer hit. Mark could tell that i was ready. He had me lay on my stomach as he applied some lube that he had brought with him to my hole and started massaging it into my virgin hole...first one finger, then two. He had me take another hit of Rush and as i did, Mark slipped a 3rd finger into my hole. i remember moaning out loud. Mark climbed on top of me, i took another hit, and he slowly pushed his cock inside my asshole. i had put other things...small cucumbers, a carrot and a finger inside me before, but Mark's was my 1st real cock! He felt incredible!! He started out slow, applying more lube as he went deeper... Mark: I am completely inside you! I took a hit of Rush and couldn't believe these words uttered from my mouth... Me: Fuck me Mark, fuck my ass! Fuck me hard! Mark started pounding his cock into my hole and after a few minutes, he slowed down, then stopped and let out a quiet moan... Mark: I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your ass...oh God!! i could feel Mark spasming and jerking on top of me, as he unloaded inside my ass! When he climbed off from me, he kissed my cheek and said... Mark: No matter what comes from this, I will always be your "1st". I kissed him back and thanked him about a hundred times. Mark fucking me opened up a flood gate, not just that night, but ever since. That night i took 16 cocks in my ass, including Mark twice...some raw, some with condoms. Mark has since retired and we have lost touch with one another. I hope that he is well and enjoying retirement. He, and his beautiful cock, opened up a whole new world for me, one that i have thoroughly enjoyed ever since...thank you MARK!!!

This is absolutely the hottest posting. Love barebacking you and your father, swapping loads. I know this is about family, not about poz/neg, but wonder about that. Maybe another thread?

This wasn't my first sexual experience (far from it), but I did wind up having an ongoing sexual relationship with a cousin who lives overseas. We met for the first time when I was 13 or so, which was when my crush began. We met again when I was 25. By this time, he had a family with two young kids. He's late-30's, salt-and-pepper with a proper haircut, smooth shaved face, dark alluring eyes, rugged jawline, and a skinny, hairy body with a muscular ass and chest. Lucky for me, he and I shared a bedroom and the only bed it contained because there were so many people staying at the apartment. I was horny as hell, and as luck would have it, cruising Grindr was fruitful as I met two locals and one tourist for blowjobs. That said, I had a habit of falling asleep with the app open. One morning, I woke up and realized I may have done just that...though my phone was placed on the nightstand beside me, rather than in bed with me as it normally would have been. I was nervous I may have been caught, and I tried to keep my cool, but that got difficult when I started getting weird vibes from my cousin. He was looking at me less, talking to me less, etc. A day or two of this went by until we had a family dinner and drank a good amount of vodka. Suddenly, he was more interactive with me - making jokes, reminiscing on the times we shared when I was 13.... That night, I went to bed first, though everyone else was still having a good time, and my cousin continued drinking. I went on Grindr briefly, closed it, and went to sleep. At some point in the night, I felt some stirring in bed. I thought maybe he's scratching himself or something...though I eventually realized it was too rhythmic. Then it happened: as I was on my side, turned away from him, I felt my cousin's hand on my ass as the rhythm of his masturbation continued. He started over my boxers but quickly stuck his hand down and started rubbing my hole. I pretended I was still asleep. He spit on his fingers and rubbed it in. He pulled down my boxers and I felt the lips of his foreskin gently graze my hole. The pooled up precum glazed my hole as he got more handsy. I felt him get real close and whisper in my ear: "I know you're awake. Is this ok?" I didn't say anything; instead, I started grinding against his cock and swung my arm back to pull him in closer to me. He kissed my neck as we grinded against each other and his hands fondled my body. His precum was flowing at this point, making my crack sloppy wet. Eventually the grinding and fondling quieted down as he focused on entering me. Slowly and gently, he eased his cock into my ass. Once he was balls deep, he gripped my body tight and slowly fucked me raw and nibbled around my neck. Once he got close, he sped up and a bit and quietly bred my hole deep. We stayed in the cuddling position with his cock going soft inside me for five or so minutes until he removed it. This continued almost every night, and sometimes during the day when everyone was out, for the remainder of that trip. It was always the same position, him as my big spoon flooding my guts with his virile seed as he held me tight. We never kissed, I never blew him, and we never looked each other in the eye as it happened. We met up again last year in another country, and he was without his family. This time, we shared an apartment with just the two of us. We shared the bed, too, of course. We went all out: blow jobs, rimming, fucking in all sorts of positions. I was finally able to witness the 7-8" uncut cock with descent girth. He bred me everyday, oftentimes multiple times. Kissing was not his favorite but I would always get a deep one in after he'd fill me up. I loved the taste of cigarettes, vodka, and sin, knowing my favorite cousin's DNA was coursing through my body. Our relationship outside of the sex remained perfectly normal - no teasing, smirks, etc. I liked that aspect. The only depth was our familial bond and his sperm in my guts. I'm looking forward to the next time I see him. The picture is my hungry hole taken by another guy. Just thought I'd throw it in.

I suppose after lurking here for awhile this is as good a place as any to make my first post. I started messing around with guys my own age when I was about 8ish, like many guys do. A couple years after that I, for a period of about a year and a half or so I was fooling around with acquaintance of my dads who was in his thirties and then him and my dad both. I've never used the word "molested" when referring to my experience because it makes me uncomfortable because despite applicable, I enjoyed myself a lot, and I don't have negative associations with that times. I never told anyone about it until I was in my late 30's a few years ago, after he had passed away. There were a couple of reasons for that. One I didn't want people to think them as monsters. And felt like a bit of a freak for viewing an experience that is for many a horrible, traumatic even, as extremely erotic for me. Plus I've never liked being accused being a liar, and given what happened I can see people not believing it. I can now accept that I myself was VERY lucky on several different levels. In that if circumstances had been different, it could have been a terrible thing to happen , that the the circumstances all came together for that brief period of time to make it happen. I mean a lot of guys don't even think about a trick they had last night, 30 years later I still some terrific memories. I do wonder if it I fluenced the type of guy I go for, since they were both hairy, bearded, redneck guys and I still go for that. And having met other people with similar positive experiences, is a big reassurement.

This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.

This gorgeous, dark skin man that knows my boyfriend has been trying to hook up with us for a few months (he mostly only communicated with the bf and we haven't been able to line our schedules up yet). One day, he began talking to me directly and started implying that he wanted to get with me on the side but the bf couldn't know (nor could his!). Obviously, I said YES! When I go to his place, he was waiting for me with his rock hard BBC, toned body and piercing eyes. He was quite a bit larger than what I'm used to and took his time opening me up. Before I knew it, he was pounding away and had me begging for more. After many different positions, he told me he was going to breed me and then he did. I felt every shot. After, he laid me on my side and started expertly massaging my prostate, verbalizing he wanted me to cum for 'daddy' and I did shortly thereafter..... (also, I am 40 and he is 25 🤯) After that, he politely asked me if I needed a towel, to which I said yes. After wiping down and reaching for my clothes, he came up to me and whispered in my ear: "I know you just came but can I PLEASE feel inside you one more time before you leave? You just felt SO good and I NEED to feel you again." ....In summary, I'm not sure which thing he did or said was the hottest but I definitely left a happy camper that day! I am curious what others' "hottest thing said" stories are?

For me its no burden at all. I'm discreet, take Prep and get tested for STIs regualrly as I dont want to accidentally harm my wife, but I love the fact that she knows nothing of my need for raw sex with men. She's away for 3 days - so last night I saw my FTM boyfriend and used both his holes, and tomorrow I'm hooking up with a well hung young guy who's promised me multiple raw loads. Then on Thursday I'll be the model husband again😈

This is another great question. I often think about this when hooking up with Hispanic men older than me or when I’m smoking. By far my first two cocks were most influential: my 17 year old cousin and 36-38 year old uncle (cousin’s longtime step dad). I was 11 when I would stare at him scratching his balls until one day he popped it out and said if “If you want to learn about it.. you can just touch and see.” for a long time after I would seek older men exclusively. Up until recently, young guys18-26 would not be so appealing. But then later I learned they cum the most so my Pussy was and is for the most part, flooded easily by those cocks .

This story is super hot.

Neg on prep and drug free cumdump slut here. don't need drugs to give myself 100% to every top that want to dump a load

It was a quiet Monday and out of the blue I get a text message from a guy saying he knows my fuck bud Caleb and was I interested in hooking up. I asked for his stats and a pic and he sent me his dick pic and body/face. Nice sized uncut dick, thicker at the base taping to the head, and he's blonde, nice defined body, OK face. He says he can host and he wants to get off. I say I'm down and if he knows Caleb they've probably played and he almost certainly does raw like Caleb does. I say I can come over now and get his address. I don't ask his status and if he's looking to top, bottom, or flip as honestly I don't really care. I'd take his load anyhow and hope he's the same way, but I know guys his age and Caleb's don't ask a lot of questions and just go raw. I get to his home and he introduces himself as Chris and I'm struck by how tall his is and how deep is voice is. He has to be over 6 feet and meets me wearing just nylon shorts. He asks me if I want some water or anything and I say I'm good and follow him back to his bedroom. He closes and locks the door and I can see he's got the sheets on his bed pulled down and towel laid out and I kind of want to chuckle as white guys are all the same like that. He pulls his shorts down and I drop to my knees to suck his cock. He's shaved his pubes which is kind of weird but I know some guys do that and I'm loving the taste of his dick. I pull off my t-shirt and am eagerly sucking him and he tells me to slow down and then after a bit asks me if I want to suck him off or get fucked. I'm not lying when I say I want him to fuck me and he laughs lightly and says "right answer". I stand up and move over to the bed laying on my bed and he fumbles in the night stand and pulls out some lube and says he doesn't have any condoms and is it OK if we don't use them. I said it was cool and his face was pretty nonchalant like he expected the answer. He lifted my ankles up to his shoulders and started lubing up my ass and cock and sliding in me. Or trying to at least. I kind hate hooking up with younger guys as their technique isn't the greatest and his cock kept sliding out even though he had about 7 or so inches. As tall as he is he's kind of gangly and all legs and arms whereas I'm not. I finally asked if it would be easier if I was facedown and he laughed and said probably and so I flipped facedown even though I wanted to see his face and eyes and he came inside me. Now that I am facedown he's inside of me more easily and I'm struggling with how much it hurts when he shoves his cock balls deep in me as his girth at the base is straining my ass, but I'm also loving it. He's pounding away saying little, just groans and moans coming from him. He breathing is getting more labored and he says he's getting close. I tell him to cum inside me and not to pull out. I can hear him laugh saying he hoped I'd say that. Not long after I heard a loud groan and "oh fuck, oh fuck yeah" and could feel him unload inside me. His strokes faltered and got uneven and again I told him not to pull out. But his dick softened and I could feel it sliding out of me. He gasped when it finally slid out and he rolled on his back next to me saying it was his turn. I'd just assumed he was top looking for release but apparently he wanted to get fucked too. I rolled on my side and started jerking my cock hoping he wanted it the same way I just took it and wasn't going to ask questions. I already knew he didn't have condoms so wrapping wasn't going to happen. He's reaching down stroking my cock now looking in my eyes looking serious and tells me I can't tell Caleb that I fucked him. I tell him that's cool and that I won't, but inside I wonder what the story is. I'm getting seriously hard thinking of fantasies and dying to know. Clearly he doesn't want Caleb to know he bottomed so maybe he doesn't bottom for Caleb either. Or maybe he has a BF or BF. I'm ready to fuck now and ask him how he wants it and he admits he wants to be face down. Fine, not like I care, I'm putting my load in him. Chris is now face down and I'm lubing up his ass and my cock and soon enough sliding in him and finding his ass gives almost no resistance. Clearly he's either been fucked recently or a lot, maybe both, but he's moaning with delight telling me how good my dick feels inside him. Someone hesitant to get fucked would never say that. I tell tease him saying I bet he wants me dick and wants me to cum inside him. He's telling me what I like, how bad he wants to get fucked, how bad he wants it and wants my cum inside him. I'm making him beg for my load and he is and that I don't know his story is driving me crazy but makes me want to cum inside him all the more and soon I blast an intense load in him letting out a loud groan and he's in heaven telling me not to pull out, to pump my load deep inside him, and how hot my load feels. I'm still stroking and determined to pump another load inside him, telling him there's more where that came from asking him if he wants that second load. He's frantic now saying not to pull out and how bad he wants more of my cum. I'm wondering if he begs for Caleb's loads like this or if he takes loads from other random guys this way. Hell, he really hardly knows me, hasn't asked my status, all he knows is that I know Caleb. And he's keeping secrets about wanting to get fucked raw from someone, so it must be a BF or GF. Looking around his bedroom he's clearly athletic and into sports so I'm guessing a GF who can't know. A GF who won't put out and let him rawdog her, so he finds guys like Caleb and I he CAN rawdog, who want his loads. But she also can't give him what he wants, which is a cock up the ass and hot load of jizz as well. Cause he likes to take it the way he gives it: raw. I've worked myself up so much I blast another load inside Chris with a satisfied groan. I slide out and can see his ass is a cummy gaping mess. I roll on my back panting to catch my breath and Chris looks over at me and says "Damn dude, that was hot! I needed that!" He rolls on his back and I can see he's rock hard and I start stroking his cock which brings a smile to his face. He's throwing off a lot of precum and get up to straddle his cock and lower my ass down on it facing him and can see him smiling up at me as I start riding his cock. I'm not stopping until he pumps another load in me and I'm able to take him easier now even at the thick base. He's saying nothing as I do all the work, but can see as he's getting closer to cumming and can see his breathing changing. I've been jerking my cock trying to time me cumming right as he does and him cumming and feeling his load flood my ass gives me just what I need and I spray my load on his chest and face. He seems startled I've shot so much and so hard. I'm spend and lay down on his chest as he laughs and says what a mess I've made and that I should clean it up. I roll on my side and start wiping it off his chest and fingering it into his mouth. I finger quite a bit in and he eagerly eats it and eventually asks me if I need to shower. I say I do and he leads me into the bathroom and grabs some towels before getting in the shower with me. On the way there I see a few photos of him with the same girl and it strikes me maybe that's his GF. As we shower we're playing with each others dicks with both of us getting hard. He slides back in me teasing me more. He admitted he was glad I wanted to fuck him and he was hoping I would as he really wanted to get fucked. I laughed and said I'd thought he was all top and was surprised he wanted to get fucked. He laughed and said "Yeah, most guys do" and it was a slip up as now I knew he does have other guys fuck him and apparently quite a few if he would say that. I didn't know what to say so I gave an enthusiastic "hot" as a response and was tempted to ask more before quickly adding that any time he wanted to get fucked I was glad to do it. But I still wondered why I couldn't tell Caleb I fucked him and truly I had no ideas, but its hot that Caleb is sending guys his way. I asked if he and Caleb hook up with some of the same guys and he admitted "Oh yeah" a little more enthusiastically than I expected adding "quite a few". Caleb had admitted he fucked around a lot and it was hot knowing they probably did three ways or more, sending guys each other's way. I said that was cool. He asked if I hook up much and I jokingly said "not as much as I'd like" and left it at that. He laughed and said he guessed I did pretty good but didn't push further. Chris cut off the water and we toweled off and got out of the shower and I dressed. He thanked me for the fun and said now that I had his number to text me if I wanted to hook up. I said I would and that he should text me whenever he wanted it. He smirked and said he would and I have no doubts he will.

Good question. Before I was more seasoned, my cunt would spasm on entry, and I would need about a count of five in which I needed the Top to hold still while the pain subsided; after that, I would be good to go. Now, there’s been enough stretching (and forced entry) that all but the very girthiest can get right to it at whatever tempo. The only recent time I had an issue was when a Top -literally- launched himself like a missile from feet away and impaled me balls deep in a single penetration. I have to give him points for bull’s-eye accuracy, but it hurt enough to make me gasp, and he started pistoning right away. I didn’t try to stop him, but I won’t forget it. Honestly, though, they don’t often start thrusting immediately with me. Usually there’s penetration, then a long, slow groan of pleasure, like they weren’t expecting what they just encountered, and then they split into three camps: The ones who start to slow-stroke to savor it, the ones for whom it flips a rutting switch in them and they get feral, and the ones who blow within a stroke or two because they can’t take it.

I catch things at least twice a year. At the and of last year I’ve got Syphilis and mycoplasma gen. Last time gono. I always inform all the known guys I fucked with within the window period. Of course I don’t know the majority of them from saunas, cruising bars, places, especially from dark rooms or glory holes. TBH it’s a bit boring to get STDs so often. On the other hand, even more guys warn me to slow down. I don’t know, because I fucking need this. Not the STDs but to have sex with lots of guys especially strangers.

“You’re 18 right?” after he’d already bred my hole lol

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - Jonas's Too Tight Hole The next day, Sam skipped the lectures completely and Sam worked all day in the sex shop on the store side. George had given Sam the new jockstraps first thing in the morning and told Sam to put them on. George thought jockstraps were a suitable uniform for Sam in the store. A bit stocky Sam in just jockstraps was a sure attraction in the shop. When there were no customers, Sam took care of the roulette business. During the day, Sam had time to take care of a whole bunch of men in the fitting room. Sam did realize what his job in the store was. It was so obvious. If a man buys a porn movie on DVD, he doesn't need a fitting room. Regardless, one man after another led Sam into the booth and loaded Sam's hole. George stated in the afternoon that Sam's transfer to the sales job has clearly increased sales. Sam suspected that George had been doing some marketing because there were clearly more men in the shop than usual. During the day, well over 10 different men seeded Sam. In the afternoon, a young boy came to the store, looking for a suitable butt plug, which he could use to make his own hole bigger. Sam mentored a young boy named Jonas. Jonas was only 20 years old, super skinny and of average height. A very beautiful boy. Jonas said that he is dating another boy of the same age. Jonas said that his hole is too tight and he would like to loosen it. Sam asked Jonas if he needed guidance on how to use the butt plug and at the same time led Jonas to the fitting booth. Sam pushed Jonas' chosen plug into his own hole. Sam moved the plug back and forth a few times in his ass until it was slimy with the cum. "Now it's your turn. Lower your pants and show me your hole," said Sam to Jonas. At the same time, Sam pushed the sperm-coated plug straight into Jonas's hole. Jonas howled in pain, but the look told that he was satisfied. Jonas pulled up his pants and Sam led Jonas to George and introduced them to each other. Sam told George that Jonas came to buy a butt plug, which is now already in Jonas' ass. "Jonas has a boyfriend, but the problem is that Jonas's hole is too tight. Would it be possible that Jonas could also go to a private event to make Jonas's hole a little looser?", Sam asked George.

I come from a small family so there never was an opportunity to have sex with anyone related to me. But I’ve had sex with others who were related. I’ve done a three-way with two brothers, even one set of twins, cousins, and uncle/nephew, and even a mother/son (42/22).

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11. Manetti Unleashed Both under influence, we had divine sense, To know what to say: mind is a razor blade In the photo, Mike’s and Ben’s arms drape over each other. Chris took the Polaroid off the refrigerator to examine as he ate leftover soup. Staring at the image for quite a while, and thinking about them over the past several days, Mike and Ben’s loved seemed so casual, almost sloppy. Unafraid of putting love on display—whether quiet love staring at him in a photo like this, or howling on a VHS tape, fists flying up each other’s asses in crazed ecstasy—they remained unfazed if there were someone else in the picture, as long as, at the end of the day, they both came back to this dingy apartment. Hard to wrap his mind around it. He was envious, but not jealous, of their pact. Weighing their casual love in his hand, he ran a thumb across Mike’s face. He knew what he had to do, he just didn’t know how to do it. He needed Ben. It’d been several days since he returned to the apartment with his new nipple rings and small Prince Albert. He’d been soaking the P.A. in a cup of salt water as Dr. Buchon had instructed. It was pretty much heeled. The doctor said the salty urine would make him heal faster so he peed at every opportunity. His cock was tender but didn’t throb anymore. He even wacked off last night watching porn. It gave him this really massive orgasm, tickling him under the hood, as it were. He didn’t know that that came with the territory. He thought about what it’d be like when he got it in his first manhole. He hoped Manetti would let it be his. He remembered vividly the needles that pierced his tits, but the actual memory of receiving the P.A. that was a lot duller. He recalled that pain was nothing compared to the earlier torture the doctor had put him through. If the butterfly and the needles through his cockhead was a ten, the P.A. was about a six. It remained, though, way back in his mind, the dildo machine foregrounded, with a vague but intense slicing pain in his dick sometime in the middle of the night. It was like a gut punch in the blackness, but it quickly faded. Gauze wrapped his peter, but the dildo machine, which persisted unabated, was all he felt for hours and hours until the black hood came off in the morning. The doctor released him to Drax at noon. Drax played with his new nipple adornments, causing Chris to flinch at each touch. The doctor reminded Drax that they needed to heel before he played rough with them. Drax acknowledged this, which was why he figured he’d been left alone in Mike and Ben’s apartment for the past couple of days. Ben was asleep when he got back Monday afternoon. He laid down next to his brother, fell quickly asleep, and didn’t wake up for an entire day. Tuesday Ben was still snoring away. Chris went to the refrigerator, looked inside and found the soup Mike had made days before. It smelled okay, so he heated it up and ate it at the kitchen table taking the Polaroid in hand. While studying the photo, he felt Drax’s presence across the airshaft observing him. He wished Ben and Mike had invested in curtains or something, but he figured that was part of the arrangement. He also wished Ben would wake up. At nightfall, he again climbed into bed with Ben and put on one of their many videotapes. All they owned was porn, some with them in it, some of other guys. He put on one that he thought they weren’t in but, sure enough, three scenes in, Ben and Mike were at it at some cheap motel with a guy Mike was calling Dad, although the guy didn’t look like him. Then the cameraman got involved sticking his dick into the shot, but by that time he’d already jacked off, surprised by his intense orgasm, and wasn’t really paying attention anymore and fell asleep. The next day he got up, put on jeans and his Ramones t-shirt and shuffled into the kitchen. He searched the cupboard looking for food, when he heard rustling coming from the bedroom. He peeked in and saw Ben sitting up. He ran over and threw his arms around him. Ben clutched him back tight, wrestled him to the ground, crushed him, rolling side to side in a tremendous bear hug. He drank in Chris face. “Buddy, you are the absolute best and last thing I expected to see,” Ben said warmly embracing him. “What can I say? I made a tremendous mis…” He didn’t’ want to finish the sentence and instead kissed his cheek, and squeeze him again. An awkward moment of silence passed between them, neither knowing what to say. Chris ended it. “You know what you can say? You can say you’ll help me get Mike out.” “Mike? From where?” Ben asked, clutching his crotch painfully. He got up a bit wobbly. “Where is he? Sorry, bud, but I gotta piss like a race horse. Keep going.” As Ben stumbled crouched over heading for the bathroom, Chris inspected his brother’s scarred back. It was a horrible crisscross of healed over slashes. He looked down, troubled and puzzled. Ben’s eruption in the toilet bowl rang deep and thunderous. “He’s at this Doctor Buchon’s clinic,” Chris called to him. “Buchon? Nasty fucker,” hollered Ben over his pissing. “I know he’s in trouble, Ben,” Chris said. When Ben came back in, Chris began filling him in on his misadventure since he’d come back from Fire Island. He related graphically the fight with the orderlies, Mike getting knocked out, and his own experience with the doctor. Ben sat down next to Chris, lit a cigarette and, with a knitted brow, looked him over. Chris told him about his P.A. and pulled up his t-shirt to show Ben his nipple rings, as if it was proof he wasn’t lying about any of the events. He felt sure Mike was in trouble, he said. “He hasn’t come back for four days now and Master Drax was really pissed off at him for taking me to The Pines. We have to get him out, Ben,” Chris pleaded. “I think they’re going to skin him alive.” Ben glanced across the airshaft, took a drag off his smoke, then looked back at Chris. “He’s been gone since Sunday? And what’s today, Wednesday?” Chris nodded. “I promise you, they won’t kill him. That’s not Drax or Buchon’s style. But I agree with you, we gotta get him out.” Ben put on underwear and pants, dressing and thinking while he talked. “I’ve been to Buchon’s clinic too many times to count and, let me tell you, you got off lucky with only light CBT.” Chris shivered that that was considered light. “I can’t imagine what Mike’s going through for four days. He’s gotta be deranged.” Ben took another hit, rubbed his eyebrow sleepily, and exhaled pensive. “Why’d he take you to Fire Island in the first place?” Chris thought for a moment, and then relayed the whole saga with the crooks, the dead family, and finding the money in the air duct. He skipped over the buried treasure part in case Master Drax had the apartment bugged, and avoided the whole Towel Party because he was afraid where that could lead. He wasn’t ready to talk about any of that with Ben, and Ben never directly brought it up. But even so, Chris saw his brother in a new light, a light he could never have understood before he came to New York. He’d no real experience with so much that he’d experienced since he met Mike, and what Mike and Jamal and Master Drax and so many others had shown and done to him, so much pleasurable and some not so much. He struggled to put this feelings about it into words. It was impossible, he couldn’t really, it was too fresh, unprocessed, but he tried anyway. “So am I weird? Maybe I’m just a freak, Ben,” Chris began shyly, “but when that doctor forced me to cum with his vibrator with all those needles in me, I’ve never had anyone hurt me so bad—‘cept maybe dad, but he never did it down there—but when the doctor make me to shoot, I’ve never shot that hard before.” Chris looked at the floor, embarrassed, then made his way up to his brother’s understanding face. “Is that why you do it, Ben? Like what you did to your back. Because somehow you want to have that feeling again?” Ben took a final drag off his Marlboro, exhaled, and then stubbed it out. He pulled on a rugby shirt and stood up. “Put your shoes on, kiddo. That’s how we’re getting in.” *** Lightly sedated but awake, he kept hearing a series of cracks. He focused his eyes. If it was lightning outside there were no accompanying flashes. They continued. No, they were too methodical, too evenly spaced, sharp and deliberate. He shook his head trying to get rid of cobwebs in his head. Then one last piercing snap! Unmistakably, it was an echoing report of a whip biting flesh down in the garden. There was some indistinguishable murmuring from below, then the murmuring became faint until it was quiet. Eyewitness news was playing softly on the television console. Frank Fields at the weather desk pointed to a fast moving summer storm traveling across central New Jersey. It would hit the city within the next hour, he related, and Long Island an hour after that. Maybe the cracks he’d heard were approaching thunder. His brain had been fried long ago, so putting two and two together was a struggle. Big orderly Barkley was sitting on the blue velvet settee looking as if any second he’d break its delicate legs. The orderly stared at the TV with his lower lip protruding. Manetti expected drool might fall off any second. Barkley looked over at him. “You’re awake,” he said. “You got a keen eye there, pal,” Manetti replied. He flexed his hands bound to the rails. “Hey, wadda ya say. These things are cutting off my circulation. How ‘bout you loosen the straps just a little.” Barkley ignored him. “Really. Feels like my hands are numb.” “Doctor says not to. He says I can play with you however I want, but not to fuck your pussy. Not yet. He says you like to get fuck in your ass. I can fuck your asshole, he said. If I want. Strap your legs up to those hooks.” Manetti looked up and saw the leg straps on the headboard he was talking about. “Oh, he said you could do that, huh?” The big orderly nodded. “Well, how you gonna do that with my legs strapped at the bottom of the bed? How you supposed to get to my hole if everything is pinned down? You gonna break the laws of physics, Einstein?” “He says I can undo your legs and tie them above your head, but under no circumstances am I to loosen your arms. Not even a little bit. You’re a cagy one, he says.” Manetti stared straight ahead out the open French Doors. It was humid and the air was still. At the top of the garden wall light was hitting at an obtuse angle, but fading slowly, he guessed, because of the approaching storm. “You might want to close those doors, Mongo,” Manetti said. “Maybe turn up the A.C. a little.” “I don’t like a be cold. And my names Barkley, not Mongo,” he snapped, annoyed. “I don’t give a fuck what your name is, pal. You’re nothing but shit to me.” Barkley turned up the sound on the remote as the weatherman handed off coverage to sports. “You best watch your mouth, freak. You know, you ain’t in no position to mouth off.” The freak comment struck Manetti deeper than it ought to have, although he didn’t allow it to show, but it did keep him quiet for a few minutes. The sedative was definitely wearing off, and what had kept him calm was now emerging as anger mixed with good dollop of depression. Maybe he could get Barkley to just off him, put a pillow over his face, put him out of his misery. “Hey, Mongo, so why don’t you fuck my ass. I haven’t had my ass diddled for a couple of days, and I could sure use a nice, tiny prick up my butt. Wadda ya say?” “I’m Barkley!” he insisted. “I want to see sports first, and then I gotta see Spin the Wheel. Then maybe I’ll fuck ya. If you’re lucky.” “Oh, I’d be lucky alright. I’d be the luckiest guy in the world, or am I the luckiest girl in the world now?” “Hush,” Barkley warned, making a fist, turning up the sound once more. The sports announcer shouted off highlights from last night’s Yankee’s and Mets’ games. The Mets coverage showed a melee breaking out in the bleachers over a foul ball. Fans were climbing over each other to get to it. “I don’t know, Mongo,” Manetti yelled over the television. “I still feel like a guy. I still sound like a guy. I got a guy’s urges,” said Manetti. “Somehow, I still feel like I want to fuck your mama.” Barkley shot up off the settee and stomped over to Manetti. A cloud of thought passed across his face. He looked at the door, then punched Manetti in the face. “You don’t talk about my mother.” Manetti picked his head off the bed. With his tongue he felt a thin red line where his lip split. He snapped his teeth and growled at Barkley, trying to get a piece of him, but as big as Barkley was, he agilely jumped back. “Anyway, you ain’t got nothin’ to fuck with no more, freak,” he scoffed and tittered. Manetti flexed his hands wanting to get at the orderly. He eyed the man standing still beside him. The orderly had lost focus on him and was watching the television instead. “I don’t know, Barkley,” he confided. “I still got a couple of fists I could stick up your mama’s flabby old twat!” he snarled. Barkley was back at his head again and this time smacked Manetti a few times in the face. Manetti’s head bounced to the side against his pillow leaving it blood stained. He laughed madly at the orderly, coughing out some red spittle. “Yeah,” he taunted, “I still got two good fists. One for her sloppy cunt and one for her shit-stained ass.” The orderly was seething. “You’re a pig, freak,” he shouted, taking off one of Manetti leg straps. “I’ll show you who’s gonna get a fist. Even if I can’t touch your pussy, I can still punch your asshole. Doctor said I could.” “Yeah, Mongo, punch my hole. Punch it, you fuckin’ dumb ass bitch.” Manetti kept working the guy up in a froth. “Yeah, fist me Mongo. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Bet you do this every night you get home, don’t cha? Hey, mama! Time for your sponge bath and fist fuck!” Barkley undid his other leg and pushed Manetti’s legs up in the air, leaning over Manetti, getting a strap ready at the headboard. “Mama likes baby’s big mitts in her smelly butthole, don’t she boy?” Barkley bent over Manetti’s torso, anger overcoming and frustrating him because Manetti’s feet were dodging and uncooperative. He couldn’t get his feet in the overhead straps. Then in one move Manetti got both feet against the orderly’s shoulder and shoved him with all the power of his muscular thighs. Barkley went flying back, airborne for a moment, then hitting the ground stumbling back, arms flailing on both side like a crazy windmill. The orderly passed through the French doors, just about regaining his balance, but took one last step back, hit the low balcony ledge, and flipped over backwards. There was a split second of a high-pitched scream, then a tremendous splat, like three hundred pounds of wet Jell-O slapped the concrete. Manetti felt the sound and winced. Two dim flashes of light lit the garden followed by a low, rolling thunder. Manetti sat there breathing heavily, stunned, flexing his anchored hands uselessly. His eyes flicked around the room. “Great move, genius,” he mumbled to himself. “Now what?” From the TV, a very excited contestant squealed, “Pat, I’d like to buy a vowel.” *** Chris pressed the intercom button below the video lens and waited. “Yes,” came Dr. Bichon’s voice through the speaker. “Um, Dr. Bichon. I wonder if I could come up,” Chris said to the camera. “For what purpose, son?” replied the doctor. Chris looked around him. A lady with her Pekinese passed on the sidewalk in back of him. “Uh, I’d rather not say out here, if you know what I mean.” The door buzzed and Chris slipped in. The plan was to drop a small tree branch so that Ben could come in a few seconds later. Then he and Chris would force the doctor to tell them where Mike was. Pretty solid plan. Chris set the branch down and made sure the door remained ajar, then went inside looking back over his shoulder at Ben waiting across the street. He took the stairs to the second floor and called out for Doctor Bichon. Down the hallway, the orderly with the close-cropped haired, the one that had yanked him out of the Camero, marched toward him. “He’s on three, waiting for you,” he leered, passing Chris as he went down the staircase two steps at a time. At the entrance the orderly came across the tree branch wedged in the door and kicked it out as he left. Ben was forced to wait as the orderly took the stoop’s steps two at a time, and then ambled toward Madison. By the time Ben got to the entrance, the heavy glass and iron door had just click, and their plan derailed. Ben paced frantically scanning the front of the building. Above the roof, clouds were forming, blocking out the sun. It was getting prematurely dark and he didn’t know what to do. To Chris, the hallway seemed darker than the first time he was here. He heard the familiar tic-toc of the grandfather clock and crept down the hallway to its end. The old-fashion examination room was open. Dr. Bichon wrapped the lab coat around his otherwise naked body. Chris went inside and Bichon closed and locked the door. “What a pleasant surprise to see you so soon,” he said. He patted the metal tabletop. “Master Drax said we would have weekly session to acclimatize you to high levels of tolerance. He seems to think, and I would agree, you have strong masochistic tendencies. It appears you’re taking the initiative, which is always a good sign, but, to be honest with you, if you’re anything like your brother, I’m not truly surprised.” Chris climbed cautiously up on the table. “How are you little nipple rings? Sore or tolerable.” “They’re okay, doctor.” Chris wondered where Ben was. He should have been here by now. The plan didn’t include Bichon locking him inside, and certainly didn’t include getting back in that hood and getting slammed with meth again. The doctor raised Chris t-shirt and gently pulled Chris’ rings. He spoke to Chris low and seductively, “Does this feel erotic to you? Does it cause a stir?” Chris nodded. “Your pupils. When was your last medication?” “I guess Master Drax has been letting me alone so my P.A. heels.” “Well that’s no good at all,” said the doctor, going to his cabinet to prepare an injection. “Truth is, Doctor Bichon,” Chris blurted out spontaneously, “the medication makes me forget so much and I really think you’re probably the hottest man I ever met. You did things no one ever has. All night when the machine was fucking me?” Bichon eyed him warily. “Honest, doctor, that’s all I thought about that night, when that machine was inside me, was what it would be like if it was you. It’s what I’ve been thinking about every night since. It’s what I got off thinking about last night, the first time I came with my P.A. No matter what you want to do to me now, no matter what I had to do to earn it, I swear I’d do it, just to have you fuck me once.” Jesus Christ, where was Ben? He didn’t know how much longer he could fake this. He masked his feeling and pleaded with his eyes as much as he could. Bichon considered the offer. “Anything I want, just to fuck you once?” A sly smile curled his thin lips. “You know I don’t use safe words?” Chris nodded. “And my strongest addiction is to the whip.” He waited for Chris’ reaction. None was forthcoming. “Ask your brother. I was the one to first lead him down that path. Perhaps, a gene runs in the family.” Bichon ran a hand inside Chris’ jean. Chris smiled as the doctor groped his cock, playing with his P.A. “You agree to the lash, accompany me to the garden where I can introduce you to the whip?” Chris nodded, keeping his poker face. “Yes, Doctor Bichon. If that’s what I need to do? But then you’ll fuck me?” “I warn you, I won’t be starting off gentle. Spare the rod, spoil the meat, is what I say. Leave your clothes up here and wear this collar and leather jock. I don’t want the whip to damage your genitals. That’ll be my desert.” Chris put on the leather gear. “Good boy. Magnificent.” Bichon removed his lab coat, already in his leather harness and knee-high boots. He curved cock was fully erect. “Proceed,” he said unlocking the door. They went down the stairs to the garden level, and stopped before an oak armoire. Bichon unlocked it. Inside were a series of whips, canes, floggers, and riding crops. He studied Chris for a while. Chris tried to look calm, although his heart raced fearing Ben wasn’t coming. Bichon picked up some nylon rope, then ran his hands over several whips. He landed on one, whose braided handle ended in an amber bead, a small preserved scorpion suspended inside. He traced the handle between Chris’ legs, which made Chris jump. “I want you to be intimate with this instrument for it will be intimate with you. It’s an Australian bullwhip given to me by a Saudi Prince fifteen years ago. It was made at the beginning of the century, nicely broken in by its many owners, all for the same purpose. It is the first whip I used on your brother. I would say it still is his favorite.” Bichon ran the long whip over his palm. “You see the handle connects to the lash, this braided part here? Fifteen feet in length. The lash connects to the fall, a single piece of leather another fifteen feet long. It ends in these strings called a cracker, which produces the pop.” Bichon’s eyes widen, and he exploded his fingers apart like fireworks. “The cracker you should not fear, it only makes a loud noise. The fall, this middle piece between the lash and cracker, it is what strikes and makes the deep cut. It does its damage long before you will hear the snap.” The doctor paused examining his victim. Satisfied with the fear building in Chris’ eyes, he ordered, “Allons!” and pushed him through the garden doors. The small bricked off area had a fountain on the right. Three trellises lined the back wall, each with ivy climbing them. Bichon marched Chris to the left trellis and ran one of the ropes through an eye loop on one side of the trellis anchored in brick. He pulled Chris arm up and put it through the slipknot. “You see, you are not even locked in place.” He took Chris’ other hand and slipped it on the other side of the trellis. Chris faced the ivy biting his lip for fear this was actually going to happen. “You are free at any time to disengage, but then that will be the end of the session, and you will go home and not return. Comprends-tu? Donc, no fuck. Shall we begin?” Chris was frozen, not able to respond. “Uh…” he said hesitantly. “Forgive me. That was not really a question. It was rhetorical.” Bichon pulled both of Chris’ arms down sharply and the slipknots tighten, trapping him to the wall. Bichon pulled each rope a bit and re-knotted so Chris was on tiptoe, dangling. Now there was no escape. “No, no, my son, no chance to disengage now.” Bichon smiled watching Chris trying to balance on his toes with his arm stretched like wings. Whether he wanted it or not, Chris was part of Bichon’s scene. A moment later he heard a whirring in the air behind him, and suddenly he felt something like a red hot poker shred his back, followed on top of it by the whip’s crack. It echoed against the bricks and flew into the gathering clouds. The pain was like a knife of fire slicing his back, cutting deep down to his spine. From the sidewalk, Ben recognized that crack. He knew what it meant. Bichon had pulled out the Australian bullwhip and he feared who was on the receiving end. In the garden the whirring began again. Chris counted three rotations in the air, and then felt his skin flay as a lightening crack reverberated in the garden. A knife ripping flesh from his back in an opposite diagonal. “What? No tears, Christian?” mocked Bichon. “Not even a small cry for doctor to stop?” Chris stared straight ahead, focused on the leaves of ivy, extinguishing everything else in his mind and everything else in his field of vision. He gazed at the darkness between the leaves, the negative space where nothing existed, when the whirr took up again, and once again a blow streaked across his back and exploded skyward. All pain was internalized, screaming inside his core, silent outwardly. Ben leapt up on the wall, began clawing the building, frantically trying to scale the sculpted cement. He made it halfway to the second story windows finding some ridges to scale, but before he made it up, another snap resounded from the building. It distracted him, his hand slipped, and his weight yanked him off the façade. He fell hard to the ground. “Here is a lash for your buttocks to join those of your brother’s.” The whip whooshed in the air. “I was told your brother’s caused those welts but never broke the skin. Not this time, my son. Breaking skin is the point.” The whip slashed the air and cut across his ass cheeks, leaving a horizontal line that seeped a trail of red beads. Chris bit his lip hard. Teeth marks drew blood from his lower lip. “C’est très beau. Look at that. Two more on the ass to make a star.” Two quick slices through the air, two resounding cracks of the whip, and Chris’ butt became a crisscross of slashes. Chris collapsed against his bindings. He didn’t weep or sob, but his face was contorted in pain. His head fell into the trellis leaves. In the hot, humid air, the ivy felt cool against his forehead. He didn’t crying but salt water stained the leaves. His will was indomitable. Pain couldn’t conquer him. Not yet. “I am impressed. Even your brother couldn’t take seven lashes. He begged after only five. The Prince himself could take only six. No other initiate has done as well. Christian, you arouse me. I am very hard. Here feel.” Chris slumped into the ivy and Bichon picked up his hand for him to feel his erection. “Let us break the record with one last strike, and then consummate your victory.” Chris forced himself to stand again, to suffer but not surrender. Bichon stepped back. He heard the whip spin through the air for an eternity. It cracked over Bichon’s head before the doctor brought it down, ripping over Chris’ shoulder, slicing skin along a trail that cut down his breast bone. And again, the whip came down a second time, ripped down to his ribs, whirled in the air, until it fell on him for a third and final time. He looked down and saw the damage of his torn chest. He started to convulse. Suddenly, Bichon was there, holding him in his arms, unstrapped his hands. “Ten times, my son. You shall go down in my journal.” Bichon cradled him like the Pietà, sitting on the iron bench, kissing both his cheeks, feeling him thrash and shudder in his arms. He waited for Chris to come back from where he had sent him, and then carried him back into the clinic. The doctor stood him up at the stairs to see if he could walk. Chris stumble with his arm draped over the doctor’s bare shoulder. “You are in shock, my love,” the doctor said as they climbed the stairs. “Don’t try to speak.” Chris collapsed on the third floor staircase and the doctor carried him the rest of the way. Within the antiquated examination room, Bichon propped Chris on the table ledge. Chris was coming out his fugue state when Bichon tried to make him lay back. The cold metal table against his torn skin made him jump up in pain. He was coming around. He sat on the edge, tasting blood on his lip, seeing lines of flayed skin across his chest. “You remain in shock,” repeated the doctor brushing his hair. Chris reached out and drew the doctor’s face to his, kissing him tenderly, climbed off the table, climbed onto the doctor, delirious, as if Bichon were a tree, a mountain, a tower to climb. The doctor had seen this before. A cascade of gratitude caused by a flood of endorphins, uncontrollable, unstoppable, insatiable. It made for the best kind of fuck. The doctor was hard and ready. “I want to milk you, Sir,” Chris rasped, a manic look in his eyes. “Please let me milk you. I want your seed. I need it in me.” The doctor smiled his joyless smile and climbed on the table as Chris worshipped him, licked his balls, ran his tongue from the bottom of his boots, up his thigh, and sucked on his dick down to his root, down to where the doctor’s trimmed pubes rubbed into his bleeding lips. He threw himself into a frenzy of lust, abandoned reason, enacted pure submission. He hovered over the doctor, running his tongue over the black hair of his armpit, so wet from his recent flagellation, so covered in musk, they both were seduced. Chris found lube on the counter, lathered his mangled ass and the doctor’s cock. He climbed on the table startling Bichon with deranged intensity, found the center of his hole, aligned the erection and impaled himself punishingly. The swiftness of Chris decent was unexpected and Bichon curled his toes in pleasure. Frantic and insane Chris was, hammering onto the doctor in a fervor of madness, again leaning over him, licking his pits, pushing the doctor’s arms to the table’s edge, flattening himself on him like a supplicant, running his tongue along the veins of his arms, gnawing, rutting against the man like a rabid animal, pleasuring the man with his oscillating bruise ass, pleasuring himself at the same time. The doctor closed his eyes in self-satisfaction, completely stretched out on the table, Chris fingering overhead until he found the straps he was seeking at the tables edge, and wrapped them tightly around Bichon’s wrists and knotted them above his head. He jumped down and, before Bichon fully grasped what was happening, he grabbed Bichon’s right legs and pulled it over a stirrup with all his weight. He held onto the man’s legs in a wrestler’s grip, searching for a leg strap, found it and knotted it so the right leg was secure over the stirrup. Bichon, with one leg free, kicked wildly at the kid, who dodged and weaved avoiding being struck. Chris picked up the metal tray of instruments, and tossed the tools to the ground. He raised the heavy tray above his head, and hurdled its sharp edge straight into the doctor’s kneecap. The man shrieked in agony, and Chris took quick advantage to secure the injured leg over the stirrup. In one movement the second leg was captured. Ben came flying into the room drawn to the scream. Chris heaved with labored breath, taking in his accomplishment, then taking in his brother. “Where the fuck have you been?” Chris demanded, panting, bent over with his hands on his knees. “Fuck! Dude,” Ben cried. “Your back!” At that moment there was a splat, like three hundred pounds of wet Jell-O hitting the back patio. “Forget my back. Find Mike,” Chris urged his confused brother. “He can’t get up?” Ben asked with suspicion. Chris shook his head while testing each of the straps. “This guy,” Ben stuttered, “this nurse, he came out after you went in and kick away the branch. I finally got in through the second floor and broke through the window.” Ben displayed his scraped fingers and cut palms. “Find Mike, Ben,” Chris repeated. “Go!” Ben gave him a glance like he was seeing him for the first time, then shot out of the room running to where the splat had come from. Chris stood near, but not too near, Doctor Bichon. “My old man,” Chris began, judging his abuser. “He’s dead. Cancer. Ate his brain from the inside. Didn’t know mom or me at the end. You know what, doctor? I couldn’t have cared less.” Chris circled him, examining him from different angles. “He was about as mean as a fuck as you. But honestly, compared to him, you’re a sadistic featherweight, Doctor Bichon.” Chris ripped off his collar and jock strap and threw it at him. “Costume,” he pronounced. He stood naked in front of Bichon displaying his bloody body. He climbed onto the metal exam table, stood tall between the man’s legs. “You should let me go now. Master Drax inevitably will find out about. If you don’t release me I cannot help you. You, your brother, and your friend Manetti will pay. Truly, you will be skinned alive. I promise this will happen,” Bichon threatened. Chris looked thoughtful for a moment, then began urinating over Bichon. As his stream of piss grew in strength, he aimed for the doctor’s face. Bichon laughed and swallow some of the piss at first, then as the stream was steady and strong, and wasn’t letting up, the force of it started making him choke. “My old man,” continued Chris, pissing hard, now urinating over the man’s whole body, “he used to give me the belt almost every Saturday night, whether I’d done anything to deserve it or not.” He finished pissing and climbed off the table. He put on his pants and shoes. His torso stung, so he gingerly pulled on his Ramones t-shirt. Blood stains seeped through the white cloth. “My favorite shirt,” he observed emotionless. “He wouldn’t, my old man, just give me the belt. No. He like to whip me with the buckle. Your whip hurt like fuck. It sure did.” He slapped his chest, and the pain of his torn chest warped his face but brought no tears. “Do you must know what metal feels like on a skinny body, on a bony body like mine? It rings, doctor. It rings through your bones like a bell. You hear it in your brain. I still hear it. Your whip? Feathers.” Ben stormed into the room. “You should’ve seen it,” he told Chris. “Mike threw this big orderly over the balcony—big bloody mess—and he’s just hanging out watching Wheel of Fortune.” He was trying to make light of what he’d, not just the repulsive scene of the splattered orderly, but the shock of seeing Manetti with his gown above his neck. But he sensed immediately, looking at Bichon and Chris, knew that he’d interrupted something foreboding. Chris’ mood was as dark as he’d ever seen. Manetti’s walked into the room. His mood was darker. The promised storm broke over New York, and with it, thunder, lightning, and the wrath of Manetti. Bichon, splayed helpless on the metal table, tried to remain composed. “As I promised, Christian, only a moment ago, it would be better for you, all of you, to release me. Drax would not stop until he has your skins. And I do mean literally. Michael, you’ve witnessed this.” Manetti spoke so quietly, with rain pouring in the garden and thunder rumbling through the city canyons, he was barely audible. “I told you,” he said to Bichon, “that I would raze you.” He looked around the room, and spied a bottle of rubbing alcohol. “You have matches?” he said to Ben. Ben produced them. “When you skinned Johnson alive? Yeah, I remember. But I have in mind something different, faster, and I gather more painful. You won’t have the chance to skin me alive because I will roast the skin right off of you,” he said, pouring rubbing alcohol over hair, over his chest, his groin, feet and down the table. He then spilt the liquid behind him as he walked out the door. He showered the hallway walls, tossed some on the curtains. Ben backed Chris out of the room. Manetti looked at the doctor. “You took one invaluable thing from me. But now I’m taking everything from you.” Manetti flicked a match and dropped it on the alcohol-soaked carpet. Bichon howled mad laugher from his inner sanctum. The flames crawled the hallway walls, igniting chiffon curtains and oriental rugs. The flame followed the combustible trail back to the exam table. It crawled up and ignited the man entirely. His howls of laughter turned to screams of torment. Black smoke billowed and gathered at the ceiling. Just as Manetti, Ben and Chris made their way through the soot-filled corridor, at the staircase, a torched wraith, his bindings burnt away, ran toward them screaming the wail of the dying. The fiery specter collapsed in a heap of blackened flesh at the top of the stairs, inches from where they stood. They descended to the entrance, as the building around them engulfed into an inferno. They stood in the torrential rain, mesmerized, their faces aglow from the clinic’s blaze. Far across the street, in the shadows, they still felt the heat. Firetrucks' red and blue lights illuminated their faces. The townhouse was gone. It acted like a chimney sucking in air from the base, rising up through the stony structure, erupting flames like a volcano, shooting fires from hell into heaven itself.

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