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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 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.

Suddenly I’m feeling good about myself again! Grew up with some fairly negative anti-ginger comments and always felt like I was in a minority - even here in Scotland! Thanks for the ego boost guys!

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.

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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! Fuck my ass and make me fuck your little brother harder!” I exerted a little more force then felt the raw head of my dick pop inside this horny stud's married ass. “Take it!” I grunted. “Take my bare dick in your hot married ass!” I cried out and heard Greg say, “What??!!” (to be continued)

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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... 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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.

I often wonder how many us had our first sexual experience with a family member. For me it was with one of my uncles who is less than 5 years older than me. When there were lots of family at my grandparents' house we would share a roll-away bed in the basement. I guess I was about 7 or 8 when he was beginning puberty. At first it he would show me his dick and have me stroke him and sometimes lick the head. Eventually he had me suck him or else he would have me lay on my stomach while he cherry humped me with his dick between my butt cheeks. When I was in 5th grade he started to finger fuck me with a spit lubed finger until I started to loosen up. After awhile he stopped to sneak upstairs and brought back the Vaseline which he used to grease up his cock. He had me on my stomach telling me not to say anything as he eased it into my tight virgin ass. It hurt like hell, but wanting to make him happy I kept quiet until he eventually got it in. He moved slowly at first, but then started to move faster as I got used to it. It surprised me that I even started liking it. It did not take long before he came inside me. Afterwards we put our underwear back on and went to sleep. We fucked once or twice more after that time, and then he started seeing a girl and we never played around again.

Until Death Do Us Part (The Story a Cheating Boyfriend) It happened all on a sunny Saturday at Michelle’s wedding. She was a very good friend of mine and had extended and invitation to me to celebrate with her that most important day. We were quite a crowd, as we witnessed the solemn vows in the church, but I had no eyes for the holy ceremony which was taking place in the sanctuary. No, my eyes were fixed on a young guy who was sitting not far away from me. I recognized his breathtaking beauty, his innocent appearance. His blonde hair and blue eyes gave him an almost angelic appearance, and his body frame, although clearly athletic, was still quite petite. He was not really tall, at most 5'7", I estimated. Eventually he felt observed and after smiling shyly to me once in a while, he concentrated his gaze at Michelle and John who promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. It was obvious the guy next to my blonde angel was his boyfriend. He held his arm around his shoulder, like he was protecting him. It was a nice gesture and somehow it made me hard. The boy’s eyes wandered back to me, just to look away…. it was almost like a hot and dangerous game. We all stood when the rites had concluded and the bride and groom began moving down the aisle to leave the church. At this point my cock was extremely hard, so I effectively presented myself to my little blonde darling, allowing him to imagine what was in store for him. Sure enough, when the blonde twink passed in front of me, he blushed when he saw my immense bulge. Since he couldn’t look away, I knew I had him on the hook. During the afternoon we had quite a ball and I made sure Michelle placed me next to the lovely twink. He and his fiancée were friends of her now husband. At that time I learned the twink's name was Dante. Later that evening, when the people were wandering around to dance or take a smoke or simply talk to others we stayed at our table and looked at each other, and got to chatting. Dante told me he had been with his partner for two years and they planned to marry also in the upcoming year. I nodded and my right hand was at the back of his chair. My thumb was caressing his shoulder blade, while he told me how much he was in love with his boyfriend. With my left hand I massaged my bump unashamedly. No one saw it anyway, no one except Dante who tried to ignore the fact that I was discretely playing with my hard on. “Would you mind stop touching me? I am here with my boyfriend,” he said all of a sudden. I kept on caressing his back and told him I knew that, but I was not doing any harm by touching him. “Still…. it is not appropriate,” he insisted. “So you want me to stop. I can do that. I can stop touching you and I can take ‘that’ away from you” I replied and stopped groping myself. Spreading my legs I gave him a good view of the tent, that was building up in my pants. Dante gulped, and quietly remarked "It certainly is impressive, but this really isn't the place for this." “You could take a closer look. Perhaps somewhere more private,” I suggested. Dante looked around frantically. “Meet me at the church yard. Tomorrow. At 3:00 PM,” I demanded. “But my boyfriend,” he mumbled. “We will just meet and talk,” I promised him, although I knew I would be the one talking. He wouldn’t be able to reply, since he would be massaging my cock with his throat. Dante nodded. “I will try to meet you there” he promised and with that I got up and made sure he got a good last look at my bulging pants before I left the table to get myself another drink and to enjoy the rest of the evening with a bunch of my acquaintances. The next day came and I arrived at the church shortly before 3:00 PM. Dante had already arrived, and was seated on a bench texting on his mobile, as he awaited my arrival. He was dressed in a washed out jeans and a skater shirt, looking even younger than his actual age of 18, which he had mentioned to me at the wedding. I walked up to him. My dick started to stir yet again, and, as he was sitting at the right height, it was the first thing he saw: a nice lump was forming in my jeans. “Hey Dante… nice, that you made it” I greeted him. “Yeah – nice to see…. you…. too,” he replied as he stared at my crotch. Then his eyes sought-out my eyes and he smiled at me. “Although I must admit I am still not comfortable being here. I even lied to my boyfriend,” he admitted. ‘Nice’ I thought. “Why? What did you tell him?” I wanted to know. “I texted him I lost my bracelet at the wedding and wanted to check in various places if I could find it” he said. “Well, let’s take a walk over the cemetery. We could talk and find a quiet corner to converse some more,” I looked at him with a friendly face. “Okay,” he agreed and with that we started walking towards the entrance of the wide cemetery, chatting as we made our way. I kept an eye open for a private bench, and then spied the perfect location, a bench positioned beneath a willow, with no nearby tombstones. We sat down and since Dante kept glancing at my crotch, I placed my arm around his shoulder and sat there, my legs wide apart, and suggested “Well, why don’t you check me out - just for a little bit. You know, while we chat,” I suggested. “I'm not sure if I should do that,” he replied, adding “It would feel like cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t want to go that path. I am proud that we are committing ourselves into a faithful relationship." ‘Blah blah blah’ I thought. Of course I agreed with that and I told him it was not my intention to ruin anything. I could relate on that, since I was in a solid relationship myself (a lie) and would never be not loyal to my loved one (again a lie, since I cheated always on my partners). Come on, as if fucking the same old hole would make you horny after some times of usage. “But then again – it is nothing more than a human touch” I explained to him and touched his right hand. “See. Nothing more. No cheating, no lies, just a human touch. And I got the feeling you were quite interested yesterday in feeling me up. And I can sense from the look in your eyes, that you still are, Dante." He didn’t look at my face. He stared openly at my bulge and his hand tried to fondle the clear outlining of my hard nine inch long cock. He started at the base with one finger and followed the route up to my cock head. There he used three of his fingers to get a grip around my glans penis, massaging it through my jeans. "It's so long and thick,” he said admiring. “Yeah – most guys turn me down, because of that” I sighed deeply. “Are you serious?” he asked, looking up at me, but his hand never paused in stroking my cock, even if through my tight jeans. I simply nodded. It was unbelievable, how many guys were scared of the size of my cock. Of course this was a lie also, but I wanted to get this thing going. “I would love to feel it up my ass,” he confessed, "especially 'cause my boyfriend's cock is only six inches long and somewhat thin," but then, in a moment of remorse, he added “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.” “Nah – man we are friends. Who can you turn to, if not to a friend in such matters?” I asked him honestly and played my cards so hypocritically. “So you fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “Good lord – no!” he exclaimed. He was the passive part, which made it so critical for him. He loved his boyfriend, just in bed he was a whack. “Oh that’s bad of course, but love can overcome such problems,” I praised him and really had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh out loud. Then I asked "Do you want to take a closer look?” “Here? Out in the open?” he sounded shocked. I got the feeling this twink was really a good one ‘as in’ playing always safe – meeting the love of his life – testing for HIV and that crap and then fucking without condoms like rabbits. He was a ‘Neg’ for sure, which made him even more desirable for me. “Nah – are you crazy?” I played the surprised. “We could use the church toilets and you could take a short glance. That’s it,” I promised. I vowed I would not fuck him there and smiled my winning smile and so we agreed on walking to the toilets. He was supposed to walk in front of me and reserve a stall and I would enter immediately behind him and enter the stall if no one else was in there at all. I’ve watched him shaking his ass at me, while he looked for the right way back to the church. From time to time he turned around to me and grinned, while I followed him, giving him a dirty look. I even squeezed my bulge more than one time, when he took another turn, gazing at me. I was horny like a dog when I entered the church toilets and as we thought, we were the only ones in there at that moment. So Dante took the last of three stalls and disappeared in it. I followed him and closed the door behind us. Right after that the main door opened again and someone shuffled into to urinals section and started to pee. I signaled Dante to get down on his knees and to open my pants, while I pretended to concentrate to the stranger outside, but I hardly listened to the noises the other fellow made. Dante understood and so he went down and started with my belt. I looked down on him thinking to myself 'Dante is absolutely hypnotized by shape of my cock, even if he hasn't seen it yet'. But with that he opened the last button and received his 'present of the day', my cock! He was mesmerized and looked at it closely. He felt the girth of my dick and enjoyed smelling around my dong, but he never tried to move to the next step, so I pushed the envelope saying "I've really gotta take a piss, but maybe you'd like to hold it for me." He nodded and smiled at me. He aimed my dick towards the toilet porcelain and I started letting go a strong gush of piss. I sighed relieved and the luck was on my side, when I realized that there was no toilet paper in our stall. So when I finished pissing up, I told Dante about our dilemma and asked him, if he could finish the job. He looked up at me with big eyes and you could see his brain started working. But the tension was too much for him and so he focused his gaze on my dick head again and shortly after that I felt his tongue lapping at my glans penis, and he particularly seemed to enjoy licking my piss slit as his tongue wiped through my piss slit a lot of times. He even dared to take my cock head into his mouth for a couple of seconds and started sucking me softly. Then the magic moment was gone and Dante started jacking me off slowly, but without his mouth supporting it. I knew what he was trying to do, but it was my game and he had to obey my rules, so I stopped his motions and started to button up, while grinning at him cheekily. Dante looked like a child, who got robbed of his favorite toy. I almost felt sorry for him, but this jacking off would lead to nothing. I had to keep his tension up and so I apologized to him, and told him that I had to leave for a date with my lover (a lie, since there was no solid relationship for me) and if he would like to meet me for another chat, we could meet at the church parking lot on Thursday at the same time again. His face brightened up and he promised he would make it, and as we walked back to the parking lot, we chatted about ordinary stuff, departing merrily. Dante had traveled to the church bus, and I deliberately didn’t suggest I could drop him off - wherever he was going. He didn't seem to even notice my omission. I knew, however, next time we wouldn’t end up in the church toilet as there were other places, very discrete places we could go, where we could engage in some more interesting action. Little did Dante know there was more about me than just my handsome face or the big cock in my jeans....

Some years ago, not long after I left Uni, I was in Brighton for a conference with some senior colleagues. It was pretty boring and I'd heard about a sauna not far from the conference centre. So I slipped away one afternoon and decided to go and find the place. I can't remember what it was called, but it was down a side street behind an anonymous blue door. Inside, it was small with a ground floor with a sauna cabin and seating area beside the reception. Upstairs were a couple of playrooms, each with a mattress on a low platform. I changed, wrapped a towel around my waist and checked the place out. It wasn't busy at that stage. In the sauna cabin, I got talking to a middle-aged guy with an average, fleshy body but a nice looking cock with a mushroom head which poked out from his towel. He saw me looking and uncovered it and stroked it to erection. A heavy drool of precum slid onto the bench. I was very excited, but also a bit shy and didn't know what to do. But he just smiled and said "Let's go upstairs." I followed him up the narrow stairs to one of the playrooms. He unwrapped my towel and let it drop and I shivered with excitement as he grasped my cock and stroked it hard. He dropped his towel and got me to hold his heavy cock and soon my hand was slippery with precum. We kissed and the feel of his tongue in my mouth made me feel faint with pleasure. Before I knew it, he pushed me back onto the bench and lifted my legs to my chest. "Nice arse." He said, picking up a sachet of lube from the mattress. He tore it open and smeared it on my arsehole. sliding his finger in a little and making me gasp. He started pushing his cock into me. The big head stretched me open, then popped in and I moaned as the heavy shaft slid in and his balls flattened against my cheeks. "Oh very nice!" He sighed happily. I couldn't believe he'd gone in bare and I was about to ask about a condom when he said " I take it you're poz like me?" My blood froze but his cock felt so good sliding in and out. What should I do? "N..n..no,. I'm not " I finally said, but I didn't move. He raised and eyebrow and said " I suppose we should stop, then?" But he kept fucking me and it felt unbelievable, especially knowing it was a poz cock and it had already leaked toxic pre-cum in me. I gasped and raised my legs further, thrusting my arse out so his cock could go deeper. I had made my decision. I couldn't stop. If I was to get pregnant, so be it. In fact, I wanted his poz seed to impregnate me. He smiled as he felt me draw him in. "So, " He said. " You want my poz babies after all?" I nodded and surrendered myself to him. "Good lad!" He leaned forward, looked me in the eye and said "Here it comes! Poz seed in you!" With that he leaned and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and then I felt his cock swell and throb, swell and throb as he came in me. I groaned with lust. I had nver felt so excited knowing his dirty cum was probably infecting me. When he'd finished we lay for a while as his cock softened in me "When it slips out, close your hole and keep the cum inside. We want it to take, don't we?" As his cock slipped out with a wet hiss, I closed my arsehole as he had told me. He got up and showed me his glistening cock, wet with sperm. My cock was rigid and twitching with excitement as my chest heaved and gasped with lust

Well, I’m glad someone finds me “Stacy”…😉

I used to avoid married guys. Mainly for ethical reasons. However, truth be told, it was just a waste of time. Married guys are everywhere. Its impossible to avoid them. My approach is now completely different. I have more of an "each to their own" type mindset, no judgement at all. We are all adults, and responsible for our own actions. So if they are cheating behind their wives backs, then that is their cross to carry. I have no guilt or shame. M2M bareback sex is highly addictive, probably more addictive than any substance. Once you start, its impossible to stop. That "only a man knows what a man needs" statement is very true. The majority of the guys i fuck at my local cruising spot are married, most never even ask about condoms. Same thing with the bathouses, saunas and bookstores. I've got a few married guys on my regulars roster, incl one guy who lives just down the road and pretends to be walking the dog yet comes to my place to get my load. Some guys try to insist on calling themselves straight, but its just a label. You cannot fight your urges. I've actually found it harder to fuck married gay guys. So called married straight guys are easy. And most are taking it raw. Like i said its addictive. That's just how it is

love This sTory, i haven'T been wiTh Tina laTely, buT need To geT her back in my life. she makes me feel so good, Turns me inTo a compleTe sluT

Celebrated a friend’s birthday in the city, it was supposed to be a low key evening at a restaurant… turned out to take a friend to the sauna for the first time. Cruising sauna with a friend is a little less fun when they’re shy and not aware of the conventions. After an hour of walking aimlessly and past a pretty solid selection of guys, I lose my patience and go hit up the 20 something buff South American. Smooth head to toe with biceps your hands couldn’t cup over, he’s a top only but I’m drunk and in my popper element. 9inches, thick and opens me up. Slams in deeper, a few rest breaks and 30 minutes of fucking he drops a big load in my ass. Thanks me with a smirk and heads out, I head back out with his load running down my legs 😈

The other day, I was horny as fuck and was hoping to get a few loads before work. I was surprised to see my alpha top friend online so early. But he said he had to work early and couldn't play. He works construction and said since it was going to be hot that day, he would be leaving work early. Right then, I decided I needed to call off from work, I needed to get my hole loaded up for him. I advertised online that I was a cum dump looking for loads. Within the first 10 minutes, I had 8 guys offer to dump their loads in my hole. I had 2 guys come over right away. The 1st guy came in, fucked me for a few minutes and then dumped his load. When he left, the 2nd guy let me know that he had just showed up. He came in and fucked my hole. After about 5 mintues, he said he was going to cum. I grabbed his body do he couldn't pull out. After he left, I messaged my alpha top to let him know I already had 2 loads in me. He told me to keep going, he wanted to taste my cum loaded hole. I got a message from guy who had been over a few times before. He said he was on his way, I told him I was in the sling, just come in and drop your load. I then got a message from a new guy who had been over a few times. He isn't on prep yet and still wears condom. But as soon as he shoots his load, he will dump his cum out of the condom and push it into my hole with a dildo. I told him there was another guy coming over, but the new guy said he was just down the street and needed to dump his load. I told him to come by. The new guy showed up first. He put his condom on and fucked my hole. A few minutes later, the other guy showed up. As soon as the new guy was ready to shoot. He aimed at the other guy's dick and shot his load all over him. The other guy started to fuck me, with the new guy's cum all over his dick. By this time, I had cum leaking out of my hole. I had a shot glass there to catch it. The new guy used the shot glass to scoop up some of the cum. After the other guy came, the new guy scooped up some of that cum too. I let the alpha top know that I had 4 loads for him. A few minutes later, I had a guy message me, he wanted to add his load to my hole. He sent me a pic of his dick, it looked like it was 7.5 to 8 inches and really thick. I sent him the address. He showed up about 20 minutes later. He started by rimming my hole, tasting the cum. He would then fuck me for about 5 mintues with his big dick and then rim my hole some more. He was really good, it was super intense. He finally started pounding my hole really hard, going at it fast and rough. He then shot his load deep inside my hole. He asked if he could come over again sometime to use my hole some more. I told him that he was always welcome. When I told the alpha top I had another load, he told me he was leaving work in 15 minutes, but he wanted one more load in me. I tried my hardest to get another one and I was running out of time. I was about to give up when I got a message from the new guy. He said that was so hot, he wanted to give me another load. I told him to hurry up because the alpha top would be here soon. The new guy came over, put another condom on and fucked me again. While he was fucking me, he was telling me how hot that had been. He was going to pound his girlfriend hard tonight, but he was so turned on by my cummy hole, he couldn't wait. After he came, he pulled out nad took the condom off. Instead of pouring it on my hole, he shoved it in my mouth, squeezing his cum out the opening. He has some of the best tasting cum. I swallowed some of his cum, I spit the rest into the shot glass. The alpha top showed up about 5 minutes after the new guy left. he immediately got down and started rimming my hole. He used his fingers to stretch my hole open so he could work his tongue in there. After he had got most of the cum out of my hole, I handed him the shot glass, which was just short of being half full of cum. He swallowed it all and then spit it back into my hole. He kept playing with that cum until he finally drank it all down. He then stood up and started fucking me roughly. I reached and started pinching his hairy muscular nipples. I know that drives him wild. He pounded me harder each time I pinch on them. His dick is a little over 8 inches long and it is thick enough that it stretches my second hole each time it passes through it. I am able to hold the second hole open enough for him that he loves that feeling. I know he will fuck just my 2nd hole when I hold it open for him which causes him to start cumming. He flooded my hole, leaving his load deep inside my hole. Normally he would rim my hole to get his load, but this time, he put the shot glass there and told me to push it out. After I had pushed most of it out, he told me to open wide as he poured his cum into my mouth. I cannot wait until his next visit!

Nothing like 2 bbc destroying a bottom and encouraging each other. Love the special attention.

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

As he was pushing his cock in my ass: "I've not had a twink come up and ask me for a load since I started wasting."

One of my favorite times was with this twisted top. He said get on the bed in the other room and saw it had a rubber sheet and restraints and a hard pillow on it . He said lay over the pillow so its under your hips. As i did he put a blindfold on me and as he was strapping me he whispered in my ears with a heavy breath "Im calling my friends over to use you all night". He then told me " your ass will be filled with cum and piss and you will not refuse" I almost blew a load just hearing that.

It all becomes a blur after awhile. Depending on which team I feel like flipping for that night, either way I know a "Take it you fukking faggot!" always tends to make me hard as Fukk! Verbal men are the hottest. And really sick, wicked [banned word] roleplay has a way of making me leak.

Chapter 3: Gooning I couldn't wait to see my friend again, and tell him about me tasting my fresh cum for the first time. Sure I could have called him, but I was sure that we would jack when I told him in person, and that we did! He did call a bit later saying his dad was away, and invited me for a swim, to which I gladly accepted. I threw on my big baggy trunks, and headed right over. When I arrived, he was lounging in a tight red speedo, and smoking a cigarette. I had never smoked, and had no idea he had. I told him I didn't know he smoked. He said not really but another friend himself had recently started experimenting it, and he enjoyed it. He passed me a cigarette, and honestly i didnt care for it, although i smoked all of it. I then told him that I had been experimenting with something too. He asked what, and I told him I had tasted my fresh cum for the first time. Now it doesn't take younger guys much to get hard, and I could see his cock growing in his red speedo, even before he asked what it tasted like. At the same time, I was getting hard too. My eyes focused on his package imagining his step dad in his speedo. The only difference was he had a hairless chest unlike his furry step dad. I started to tell him how I loved the taste of my fresh cum. His cock peeked out of his speedo, and he said he always shot on his jock, and never even thought of tasting it, just sniffing his jock. He asked what it tasted like, and I pulled his speedo down to his knees, rubbing his cock and simply said I think it's time for you to find out for yourself. I pulled my trunks down, and we both started jacking. I could feel my cum building up, but I wanted to last, so even though I didn't really care for cigarettes I suggested we smoke one again. We finished smoking and started to stroke again, and it wasn't long before we both shot our massive loads on our chest and face. I took my finger scooping some cum from his chest, and put my finger to his mouth. He seemed a bit hesitant, but tried it and said he loved it. He said he wanted to taste my cum, but he shot a much bigger load than I and I said he would, but he had plenty of his own to eat this time. We both greedily ate our own cum, and then heard his dad pulling up. We quickly pull up our trunks and jumped into the pool. Fortunately we had already cleaned most of the cum from ourselves. His dad walked in, simply saying it was a great day for a swim. I quickly said, why don't you join us. He quickly said yes and went in to change in a tight red speedo that matched his step sons. I'm not sure asking him to join was a great idea, as I constantly had to hide my raging boner. My friend wasn't getting hard ad he's seen him in his speedo before. We swam around a bit, and when my boner died, I got out of pool and said I had to go home. Of course it was to taste my cum again! I was thinking how my friend said his step dad put his fingers up ass and came without touching his cock. I thought that would be hot, and as my dad wasn't home, I'd give it a try. I tried putting one finger in my hole, and it was really uncomfortable for me, so I took out my hand lotion and put it on a finger. That made it much more comfortable. I didn't stick my finger in all the way, probably just past the first digit, but it was oddly pleasurable. I didn't cum hand free, but later learned it is your finger hitting prostrate that makes that happen. Next Chapter 4: let's talk

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).

9. Le Papillon Usually coming out of the Queens Midtown tunnel you’d make a left to go downtown back to their apartments, but Jamal, the one driving the black Camero back from Fire Island, exited the midtown tunnel and drove to Park Avenue and made a right. “Why are we going uptown?” Manetti asked suspiciously from the backseat. “We need to make a deposit,” Drax responded from the bucket seat ahead of him. The sports car charged up Park, careened around Grand Central and raced uptown through the tall canyons of office buildings and apartment complexes. They zipped along Park Avenue with its meridian of summer flowers. It was approaching sunset, and the late afternoon light reflected a kaleidoscope of orange suns off the myriad glass towers. They passed a church whose late day service was just letting out. Chris spotted two twin girls in matching blue Sunday dresses and white gloves whispering secrets in each other’s ears. “Christian,” Drax began in a happy, singsong voice, “Do you remember our first night together?” Jamal looked over at Master Drax with a toothless smile recalling the night. “Not really, Master Drax,” Chris replied. He looked out his window at the center divider’s hundreds of flowers—red begonias, white tulips, blue lilacs. “I remember up to where Jamal peed chem piss in me, but I don’t remember much after that.” He cracked his window enough for some of the lilac aroma to stream into the car. “Pity,” Drax said, looking back at the boy. “We had such fun. You laid on by chest and played with my nipples, while I fed you poppers and showed you how much fun it was to stick needles in your penis. We had a whole ladder running up your shaft. You cried at the first, scared of the first needles I put in you, but after a while you said you liked it. You don’t remember any of this?” Chris shook his head emphatically. “Pity.” Drax’s attention drifted back out to the street observing the Waldorf-Astoria fly by. “I remember something hurt,” Chris said staring at the back of Jamal’s head, reliving a vague stinging sensation that sent a shiver down his back. Manetti watched him. The kid was finally back in his own clothes wearing what he brought with him, torn jeans with rips in the knees and a grey t-shirt with a yellow, flaking Adidas logo on the front. He put his arm around Chris and pulled him into his black vest. Chris inhaled the leather and looked up at Manetti’s troubled face. “I saw Ben last night,” Chris said softly. Manetti held him out at shoulder length, and search his face. “At the party?” Chris nodded. “Apparently,” over his shoulder, in his Caribbean lilt, Jamal said, “he beat the boy senseless with a sword not know it was his little brother. And then he fisted him, and then he fucked him, until the boy passed out.” “I didn’t pass out,” Chris stated flatly. “Yes. Ben confessed that,” Drax said. “For whatever reason he was distraught about it. I told him the only thing to be upset about is that we didn’t get it on tape.” Drax twisted around to confront Manetti. “He got back to your apartment at dawn, came over agitated, had been up for four days. He said he’d done some outrageous things to the boy to which the boy refused to surrender even a whimper. I tell you, Christian has the making of a true star, he just needs a little more experience.” Drax observed the boy looking out the window at all the tall buildings going by. “Obviously it was you who brought the boy to the compound, which is how I knew where to find you. Christian, please,” Drax said, annoyed. “Roll up your window. The air smells like an old cunt’s boudoir. This one, Jamal.” Drax pointed to a street up ahead. Jamal turned left, and they proceeded down a street of pink and cream-colored townhouses, most with small ivy gardens lining the narrow sidewalks. Chris rolled up his window watching an elderly lady with a cane walking her Toy Spaniel and another lady walking toward her with her little Pekinese. As the ladies passed each other the Pekinese leapt at the Toy Spaniel and bit its neck. A tremendous high-pitched scuffle broke out. Chris whipped back around and watched out the rear window. The two elderly ladies were yelling at the other, each pulling their dogs apart by their throats. The Spaniel lady took her cane and harshly jabbed the Pekinese. It yelped, wounded, and the Pekinese lady pushed the Spaniel lady, and the lady fell backward onto the sidewalk hitting her head on a cement planter. Other pedestrian came over to the skirmish until he couldn’t see the ladies anymore, or their dogs, because of the crowd that surrounded them. “This one,” Drax called out, pointing to a townhouse that had a small garage door. Jamal pulled up to the door, and Drax reached over and honked the horn. Chris looked up at the four-story building. The façade was all white carved stone. It had tall arched windows, three across, on the second and third floors. The fourth floor windows were smaller and he could see bushes and trees peeking over the roof. Heavy, ornate iron and glass French doors were set back at the entrance, with a shiny brass placard next to the garage door. Dr. Pierre Bichon, MD, it read, Plastic Surgeon. Despite its understated elegance, there was something fortress-like about it that Chris didn’t like. The garage door rose electronically and Jamal descended into the townhouse bowels. Once they were in, the garage door lowered and the afternoon glow dimmed into a dark cave. Two large orderlies waited alongside Drax’s door. One of them, a very large bald man, opened it for him. Drax got out and pointed into the backseat. “That one,” Drax said, pointing to Manetti. Built like a tank, the bald orderly jerked the bucket seat forward and reached in for Manetti. His chrome head reflected the single bulb hanging in the small garage. Manetti used his boot and, with an enormous roar, kicked the guy with all his might. It sent the orderly reeling backwards, bouncing into Drax and the cellar’s elevator door. The second orderly, taller and even meaner looking with dark, close cropped hair, gritted his teeth and charged into the backseat shoving Manetti into Chris. Chris climbed on the guy’s head, swinging his fist wildly against his head and ear, while Manetti sent a fist flying into the guy’s throat. The guy fell back choking. Jamal swung around, pushed Chris aside, and covered Manetti’s mouth with a white rag. The bald intern came barreling back into the car again and pressed his enormous gut over Manetti’s face, pinning him against Chris. Manetti swung wildly, but crammed as he was in the backseat, the gut punches he threw had no power in them. He flailed until the effects of the rag’s chloroform took effect. Chris felt him weakening and after a minute Manetti fell like a rag into his lap. “You’re the deposit I needed to make,” Drax said to the unconscious Manetti. “As are you,” he said to Chris. The second orderly reach in and grabbed Chris by his t-shirt and tore him out of the Camero. *** The six of them were packed like sardines in the small elevator, Manetti held up by the two orderlies in the back, Chris between Jamal and Master Drax in the front. It was hot in the slow-moving elevator, and smelled like sweat, antiseptic and cheap aftershave. Chris watched the elevator buttons change from G to 2 to 3. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Drax nudged Chris out with Jamal following. Chris looked back, watched the doors close with Manetti out cold in the hands of the orderlies. The townhouse was richly appointed, designed for a high-end clientele. Chris had never been exposed to this kind of luxury. The house in Queens was lavish, with its pink marble kitchen and its bright shag carpets, but this was like being in a museum. The elevator deposited them across from a large waiting room with a heavy mahogany reception desk. The waiting room stood empty. It felt like the whole place was deserted except for a soft shuffling on the floor above. Two black and chrome couches faced each other with mahogany end tables on either side, each topped by lamps with shades made out of stained glass in the shape of dragonfly wings. A tall grandfather clock chimed softly six o’clock as they plodded down the hallway. Thick oriental runners covered polished walnut floors, and white molding ran the length of the tall ceiling. Stark black and white photographs in large black frames lined the ivory walls. A black naked dancer; a single white calla lily; the singer Patty Smith, with her dark hair and white shirt he recognized from his brother’s record collection. As they walked down the hallway he peaked into a series of small dazzlingly lit examining rooms. The house was lavish in its details but the emptiness made it feel creepy. There was something fake about it, like a veneer so thin you knew it was covering a structure built on rot. Without warning a great commotion exploded upstairs. It made the three of them jump. There were a couple of soft thuds, and the house went back to silence and the ticking of the grandfather clock. Descending the staircase ahead of them, making it creak loudly with each footfall, the bald orderly, out of breath, met them at the bottom. He told Drax the doctor would be there shortly. The only room that wasn’t open was at the end of the hall. When they got to it, the orderly pulled a set of keys from his retractable keychain on his belt and unlocked the door. Drax pushed it open and brought Chris inside. The orderly stood at attention to the side of the door, and Jamal, frightened, refrained from following them in. The complete opposite of the other examination room, this one was painted minty green and looked antiquated, like everything was from decades before. It had a grey metal examination table with stirrup that raised by silver wheels you cranked to raise or lower them, and brown leather straps all around the edges. The cabinets that lined the walls were white painted metal and greenish beveled glass. One forty-watt bulb lit the room so it felt somber and grave, that is, until Drax switched on a standing lamp with tripod legs. Its big bulbous light was blinding. It focused solely on the examination table. A dark grey tray next to the table shined with a selection of medical instruments. Chris recognized a set of sounds right away, but the other instruments were foreign and frightening: pointed clamps that ended with flat pink rubber, other clamps that ended with jagged pinchers; spreaders of various sizes, some long, some wide, one the size of his arm; an assortment of wheels with various lengths of sharp pins around their circumference. Then he spied a green painted metal and glass cabinet that stood separately in the corner. It contents sent a chill down his spine. Black masks and blindfolds on mannequin heads, one with zippers for eyes and mouth, one with no eyes but a long tube that made it look like a fly’s head, one with no eyes, no mouth, and two small holes at the nose. Who thought of these things? On second thought, he didn’t want to know. There hung, opposite the door above the exam table, a single photograph in a large black frame similar to the ones in the hallway. In the photo a bearded leatherman stood over a boy in a wingback chair who was encased entirely in leather and chains. The formality was almost comical, almost normal looking, like a father and son relaxing in their den, except for the fact that the boy was locked in leather and chains! From the hallway, Jamal’s eyes were wide and wary. He seemed to be familiar with the room and wanted no part of it. Drax saw he was unsettled, and told him to wait in the car, he would be down shortly. Drax then closed the door. He pulled Chris’ grey t-shirt off him, and instructed him to hang his pants and underwear on the hook on the door. “Where’d they take Mike,” Chris said, unwilling to move. “Quick, before doctor comes,” Drax said, annoyed the boy hadn’t obeyed. “Do I need to get the orderly?” he asked archly. Chris thought about that for a moment, then began removing his shoes and socks reluctantly and hung his jeans and underwear on the door hook. Drax patted the exam table and Chris grudgingly climb on it. There was a small knock before a man opened the door. Chris was shocked. The man appeared identical to the leatherman in the photo. Bearded, tall, with dark hair, deep-set eyes, trimmed black brows, no, not in leather but wearing a white lab coat. But what was most shocking was, in a split second, Chris realized the lab coat was all he was wearing. His bare chest was hairless, and his well-defined legs were hairless, too. He wore black leather lace-up boots, but beside the lab coat, that’s all Chris could see he had on. His eyes glistened maliciously, and the moment he saw Chris, his flashed a wide, white smile that emitted lust and little joy. “You must be Christian,” he said to the naked boy on the exam table. He carried a clipboard in one hand and extended his other to Drax. The two men shook. “So much more youthful than I had imagined.” The doctor put down the clipboard on the counter and cranked the two metal stirrups. “Please place your legs in these, son,” he requested. Chris hesitated, but a stern look from Drax prompted him to comply. Chris had to lean back on his elbows to get his legs in the stirrups. The doctor came to his side and encouraged him to lay back. The metal table was ice cold, so Chris laid back carefully. The doctor shined a light in his eyes. “When was the last time he was medicated?” Drax looked at Chris to answer the question. “Uh, Mike slammed me last night before the party,” Chris answered. “Is Mike okay?” “At least once every twelve hours. I thought we agreed that for first week all new boy would be medicated at least twice a day,” the doctor scolded Drax. “Michael absconded with him, which is why Michael is now upstairs,” Drax responded. “Christian, this is Doctor Bichon. He’s a very important man with whom we have a special, bartered arrangement. You’ll be staying the night here in his charge. He’s going to take good care of you, and you must do everything he says no matter if you want to or not. Do you understand?” Chris got out of the stirrups and sat up. He’d had enough being ignored. “What’s going to happen to Mike?” he asked Drax sharply. “Are you going to skin him alive? That’s what the bad men in Queens said you do.” “Christian,” the doctor said, putting his hand on the boy’s bare shoulder. “Christian, we don’t skin people alive.” Chris shrugged off the man’s hand. The doctor turned to Drax. "You see, this is what happens when they’re not regularly medicated when you take them in. I recall years ago you were lax with Michael, too, and you see where that leads.” Dr. Bichon looked up at the ceiling. “Christian, I’m going to inject you with something that Master Drax says you like very much.” “No!” he said emphatically, jumping off the table and going for his clothes. “Barkley!” the doctor shouted. The bald orderly came in quickly and grabbed the naked boy. Chris kicked and fiercely fought to get away, but the orderly was much bigger, and inevitably got him back on the table. While he was being held in place, the doctor strapped his wrists above his head and, with his legs over the stirrups, he secured him in place. Chris was seething, breathing angrily through clenched teeth. The orderly stood to the side of Chris’ head, Drax by his right foot. Out of a drawer the doctor pullout out a syringe, then riffled through a shelf looking for the vial he wanted. While he searched he casually asked Drax, “If want him to retain this youthful look, I should like to castrate him. It will also make him more docile.” This caused Chris to start struggling even harder in his binding. He looked at Drax who was mildly angry, but also amused by Chris’ ornery, helpless resistance. “It would be a shame,” Drax said. He reach over and picked up the boys testicles weighing them in his hand. “Beautiful walnuts, aren’t they, doctor?” He put one testicle between his thumb and index finger and pressed down hard, making the boy yelp in pain. He let go of his ball sack and gave it a smack. “A good five centimeters, I’d say, maybe slightly more.” Bichon put down the hypodermic needle and started massaging Chris’ ball sack. “If they were grape size I’d say why not get rid of them, but I can see why you’d want him to keep these. Much less fun to play with if he were neutered. What about if I give him a subincision, not a full one, just perhaps starting at his piss slit here,” Bichon suggested, running a fingernail down the boy’s rising shaft. “Just enough to get your finger in his urethra. Raw accessible flesh anytime you wanted. You could urinate inside him. Use your largest sounds on him. Tear him downward, bit by bit. There’d be so much you could do to drive him wild.” Drax examined Chris’ face closely. He read his defiance and his fear. Chris eyes started to well despite his best effort at controlling his growing terror. “I think,” Drax said, pausing to emphasize to Chris just how much his fate rested in his next few words, “for now, Doctor, I’d like to keep Christian intact. Feel free to use him however you wish, though, but no permanent mutilation tonight. If you’re inclined add some decorative touches. I do think two small nipple rings would be attractive on such small boy titties. Even a wee Prince Albert, ten or twelve gauge, perhaps. Whatever you think would look best.” “Rather than a P.A., what about an apadravya,” Bichon suggested, holding the top of Chris’ semi-erect dick head, “just like his brother’s, a stud straight through the glans, top to bottom. A matching set of Prior boys.” The two men laughed. “I leave that to you, Doctor. I’ll come by around noon tomorrow to see how the patient upstairs is adjusting, and to pick up the boy. Enjoy your evening. Pierre, Barkley,” said Drax. “Christian, be good. Or if you can’t be good, be compliant. I’ll learn from doctor either way.” He closed the door behind him. “Barkley, his head to the side, please.” Bichon watched Chris fight but there was no choice once the orderly pressed his ear to the table, leaving his neck exposed. “Just a booster, son, a quarter gram. I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I will. I want you compliant, not comatose. Relax, breathe normally. This might sting a bit.” The doctor swabbed the point of entry with alcohol, and then stuck the plunger in and slammed Chris directly in his brain. No middleman. “Now how does that feel?” “Oh fuck. Oh shit,” he said with clamped teeth. “I can’t, I can’t,” Chris said, panicked as his body twitched on the table. The orderly released him mildly concerned. “He’s fine. Just relax, son. Enjoy it.” The doctor and the orderly observed the naked boy, now sporting a large erection, writhing on the table. “Thank you, Barkley. That’ll be all for the evening,” he said, excusing the bald man, who tried to hide the rising lump in his white pants. Once he’d left, Bichon took a key from his pocket and locked the inside of the door. Bichon undid his lab coat revealing a black leather harness over his hairless chest. A thin horizontal line of pubic hair rode above his long, curved cock. The doctor hung his lab coat over Christian’s jeans and approached the boy. His balls were as large as limes and swayed as he walked. “You feel good?” he asked. Chris nodded. “Good. You want cock?” Chris nodded again. “Very good. Why don’t you start by sucking my cock, son.” He’d heard from Drax the boy was an excellent cocksucker, and it was true. Such a soft, wet mouth. He humped Chris’ face slowly, feeling his long member ride down the boy’s esophagus. Such a smooth face, only peach fuzz for a beard, light brown narrow brows, wide-set eyes like his brother. It was difficult for most cocksuckers to get his bent dick all the way in, but Chris seemed not to have a problem. His brother Ben never did. He held his dick down the boy’s throat, holding the back of Chris’ head until his trimmed pubes rubbed against the boy’s wet lips. Chris started gagging, but Bichon held his head firmly until the boy started retching heavily. He released him, with Chris drooling out a pool of saliva on the table’s edge. Chris was rushing trying to catch his breath while his brain spun out of control. Energized, high, feeling good and bad and nervous and angry, and most of all wanted that big dick back in his mouth or any orifice—his emotions bounced all over the place like they were in a pinball machine. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember where he was. Lived only in the Taoist moment of now. A mint green room. A tall, naked man in a leather harness, playing with his nipples, causing them to be erect. The man took out an instrument off the tray, long slender clamps with hollow tips, and pinched the shit out of his left tit. Through the hollow ends of the clamps, the man jabbed a needle through his nipple. He hollered while the man thread a thin ring replacing the straight needle. The man put a hand on Chris’ chest, telling him to lie still while he clamped the other nipple. Chris struggled when another clamp pinched his right tit, but stopped when the man holding the needle aloft waited for Chris to calm down. Once he did, the needle pushes through his other nipple, causing Chris to scream out again, as the man slipped another small ring into place, completing Chris’ first set of tit rings. The man stepped back and admired his work. “Magnificent,” he said, and stroked his curved dick. He then brought out a paddle shaped object that had its center cut out and put Chris penis through it and then forced his balls to also pop through the hole. Around the paddles edge were a series of quarter inch nails. Bichon took small rubber bands and crisscrossed them so his balls protruded, tightly swollen, in two large separate spheres. He took out a wheel that had small sharp pins and ran it lightly over one testicle. Chris jumped in surprise at how painful yet fleeting it felt. Then Bichon treated his other ball to the same sensation. Again he jumped. Chris’ mind raced—he couldn’t focus on where or how or why these new confusing sensation were being forced upon him. Bichon then ran the spiked wheel up his shaft ending in his piss slit. The delicate interior of his urethra being stuck with the wheel's sharp pins, made him cry out in alarm. He knew he was higher than fucked, but he also knew he didn’t have to understand pain to feel it. “Let’s set some ground rules, son.” Bichon brought over a hood, the one that looked like a fly’s head, and held it ready to put it over Chris’ head. No cutouts for eyes, and only a long tube to breathe through at the mouth. At the end of the tube there was an attachment, into which Bichon placed an open bottle of poppers. The doctor explained, “Words like stop and no, to me, Christian, mean you want me to do whatever I’m doing but harder or more of it. Screams also tell me to accelerate. Your job is to strive to endure the pain, breathe into the pain. Desire it and you’ll overcome it. Ready?” the doctor asked starting to pull the hood over Chris head. Chris shook his head no. “But, son, look at your erection. It answers mais oui.” Chris looked down at his betrayer. His cock was at full attention, eager it seemed to be tortured. The hood slipped over his head and he felt the doctor pulling laces, tightening it at the back. He was still rushing from the meth, confused now in partial sensory deprivation, breathing through the tube in a state of panic. He felt the poppers taking over and soon wanted the doctor to touch him again in any obscene way he wanted. He didn’t have long to wait as the wheel, with its agonizing pins, ran over his chest from newly pierced nipple to newly pierced nipple. Each time he jumped, Bichon waited until he rested back down to the table, then ran the wheel again over the same sensitive tit. Then there was a long pause and the clinking of metal. A cold hard shaft ran its length along his piss slit before it invaded. Not like the smooth sounds that Mike had inserted into him, this rod had harsh ridges every quarter inch. His urethra was erupting, the jagged edges felt like glass slicing him open from the inside. He screamed in terror and agony. “Which means he wants a bigger one,” the muffled voice of the doctor said in the black void. The rod came out and he soon felt a larger diameter rod take its place. This brought even greater torment. He tried to breathe through the pain, taking in deeper hits from the bottle. With each huff, it was not that the pain no longer resonated, it’s that he desired it, started humping the rod, wanting it to ram into him, tear his cock to ribbons. Bichon’s greased hand gripped Chris’ cock and jacked him. Chris felt tormented but he was also in the throes of lechery, pumping his hips into Bichon’s fist, calling out yes through the tube. He was just about to cum when Bichon release his erection. Chris still poked his hips in the air but with no resistance, his desire to cum receded after a time. The rod was pulled painfully out of his dick and replaced with a very narrow smooth rod. Curiously it just floated easily down his shaft simply resting against his prostate. Bichon let it lie there for some time. So long that Chris thought the doctor had left, when suddenly he heard an electronic buzzing and the rod came alive inside his shaft. A vibrator touched the tip of the sound and the million vibrations hammered not just throughout his shaft, but beat directly against his prostate. Pre-cum had formed and Bichon played the vibrator all around the glans, moving away, down the shaft, vibrating between his balls, finding where the rod was down deep inside his body, never letting Chris get used to any one area for more than a few seconds. Bichon knew how to continue to stimulate him, tease and torment him, shred his libido apart until he was putty in the doctor’s lubricated hand. Again, he felt close to cumming, breathing yes into the tube. And Bichon again released him before he could release. He heard the doctor rise, a drawer opened, and then what sounded like rustle paper. The doctor return to his stool with a squeak on the linoleum. Chris heard rubber gloves being snapped in place and then hear the sound of ripping paper, repeated maybe twenty times. His dick was still erect but not as fiercely as before. Then he felt Bichon pull the rubber bands off the board that held his cock and balls so his scrotum, unrestricted, relaxed into a fleshier bag. He felt Bichon lightly pinch the bottom of his scrotum, pull the skin down, and then felt a sharp needle pierce his skin and pin the flesh to the underlying board. He cried out in distress and shock. It wasn’t agonizing but it did hurt. Apparently his ball sack didn’t have as many nerve ending to torment. He then felt the right side of his penis pressed down flat against the board and another pin impaled that skin to the board. He let out a muted cry. Then the other side of his shaft was laid flat and another pin went through it, nailing his dick to the board. “Le Papillon, son. The butterfly. Agréable, no?” “No,” Chris called inside the tube. “Which means, yes you do. Do more, Doctor Bichon. Do my whole willy,” the doctor said in a mocking voice. “Okay, son, I shall.” The doctor pressed the skin between Chris’ shaft and balls and put a needle first on one side then the other. He pressed all around Chris’ balls placing a needle, alternating sides each time, until his entire scrotum was flattened to the board. He then worked one side of his shaft alternating with the other. Chris realized this wasn’t going to stop and breathed in the poppers until he looked forward to each pin’s pain. After a while he felt it didn’t hurt as much as it did at first. The doctor quietly spoke to him, “As you penis become more flaccid, the skin is pulled much less, alleviating the pain to a certain degree.” He was correct. As the doctor was finishing the last few areas of his shaft not yet pinned, he continued, “The warning I give to you—and you can reflect on this in the dark—that should you become aroused, your manhood will once again swell, and you will start pulling harder against these pins. As your erection has done before, this area,” the doctor floated his fingers across the top third of Chris’ phallus, “will try to rise off your belly anywhere between a thirty to forty-five degree angle. This will be the greatest area of pain, that is, unless of course you ejaculate. An orgasm will make you twitch from balls to tip. That twitching would cause you much suffering, so I would advise fighting against gratifying that desire. Resist, if you can.” He had finished the last needle along his shaft, the last wince of pain, when Chris heard one last paper ripping. It sounded like a much bigger piece of paper, which meant a much bigger needle. “Take a deep hit off your popper, my son,” instructed the doctor. Chris felt the side of his cockhead pressured, then stabbed, then pierced, then pain travel excruciatingly through the entire glans, right through the urethra, poking through the rest of the fleshy cockhead and coming out the other side. This wasn’t soft flesh being pinched. This was full on damage inducing pain that produced a horrid scream inside the mask. “Which means you’d like another,” said the doctor. “Please, Sir, I’d like some more,” he said in the same mocking voice. Chris cried no in his tube. “Oh, yes. Another two then.” Chris clamped up as another needle came out of its wrapper, Chris breathed rapidly inhaling the popper, trying not to cry out, crawled into the head of a masochistic, rode the pain of the next needle on the top of his cockhead, above where the first one pierced, and then, since he didn’t cry out, the last needle sliced through his glans, lower, below the first. He felt like he was on fire. His fingers and toes clawed the air. It was hell inside his black hood. A stream of tears silently ran down his temples. He felt his body sliding around on the exam table. Felt exposed, helpless, felt that mercifully the worst was over. A piece of metal was struck and he heard a low tone brought to his ear. He was confused. A tuning fork? The sound went down his to his prick and he felt the tone touch the rod inside his urethra. He’d almost forgotten the metal rod was there. Immediately the tonal vibration was picked up and rang through his shaft. It felt intensely satisfying sending waves of pleasure from his dick spreading throughout his body. His cock stirred, then he knew what the doctor planned. Another tuning fork struck the metal table. It was a higher frequency and was brought up to his ear. Again the sound traveled down to his genitals. Again it touched the tip of his penis and sent the rod vibrating. So two opposite and equal sensations traveled through his body: one, the ravishment of sexual delight as this quicker vibration beat against his prostate and throughout his meat; the other, growing anguish as the arousal began to swell his cock and it began pulling harder against the restraining pins. The more he was excited the worse became the pain. As the tone faded, he anticipating an even high tone. But he was wrong. The familiar buzzing of the vibrator clicked on. He rocked his head from side to side. Bichon touched him once lightly in the balls searching for the metal rod. Finding the small metal pole grew Chris’ erection significantly, ripping his flesh against the pins. Then the doctor touched the three needles pierced through his cockhead. It both stung and excited him with a sensation he could never have imagined. Against his will he felt his cock trying to flick up off his belly. The doctor ran the vibrator up and down his shaft, indistinguishable from a lubed hand not only jacking him externally, but jacking him inside as well. Drugged, sense deprived, unanchored from reason, floating within a black void, seeing nothing, he felt even more vividly each sensation. The thought of his body acting against him got him harder still. The rewiring was beginning. He wanted to scream against the anit-logic, the cognitive dissonance his body put him through, amplified, echoing in a world only of sensations. It wasn’t fair! Bichon kept the vibrator coming back to his cockhead. Three needles pierced him, the middle needle touched the sound, so whenever the doctor stuck the vibrator on the tip of the sound, not only did it vibrate directly against his prostate, it also send shockwaves through the needle vibrating directly through his glans. It hurt like hell and yet sent him into orgiastic heaven. Each time Bichon went there, Chris, despite himself, repeated through the tube that he was about to cum, and each time Bichon moved the vibrator away. Bichon wanted to see how long he could keep this up, to see if the boy would actually ejaculate after having explain in detail what cumming would do to his delicate member; to see if the boy’s mind would rule over the boy’s body. He knew the answer. Bichon left the vibrator sitting on the sound for minutes, moving it around only slightly, rotating around the head, always keeping it in contact with the rod, hitting the other three needles that pierced the glans, each one, when touched, sending new punishing waves of lustful bliss shooting out in all directions. Increasingly Chris couldn’t speak, no words, no thoughts to express, only guttural, animal urghs and unggs rose deep from within his chest. It was as if his heart was crying out. He was a creature trapped on the edge of eternally cumming, never able to get over the wall—two steps forward toward sexual gratification, two steps back in withering agony. Bichon finally, not for the sake of pity for the animal on the table, but wanted to see the boy fall off the cliff. He slipped in his middle finger into Chris’ anus. He poked and prodded the boy’s prostate pushing it up against the vibrating sound. Chris had no choice but to plunge headfirst of the edge. The ejaculation was excruciating, sending his stiff, long cock flying away from the board, pulling on all the needles, some of which popped off, stretching the skins with every round of ejaculate he spewed. Sperm leaked around the sound with each relentless orgasm. He came and came and came, and each time thrilled and was punished for his pleasure. The last sound that he emitted was not a word but a sound of discovery, an ahhhh! that soldered his most pleasurable sensation welding it pain. “Very good, son. Very good.” Bichon shut off the vibrator and the room was deadly silent, except for the sound of distressed breathing emitting through the tube. Bichon unpinned Chris’ dick and balls. Lastly he withdrew the sound. The doctor wiped the kid’s dick off—no bleeding had occurred—and massaged the penis in a slow, soothing rhythm. He could tell the kid was spent, but the boy would still be up for hours because of the meth amphetamine. The doctor took off his gloves and, from a cabinet, took out a black box with a large dildo attached to it. He put the box on a tray at the end of the exam table and locked the wheels in place. Christian was putty. It was easy to strap his knees up toward his ears so his hole spread open and vulnerable. Bichon twisted a dial on the box and the dildo slowly oscillated forward and back. He pushed the dildo into the boy’s rectum and turned the dial a little higher. The black phallus pushed in six inches and then pulled out. Christian moaned fervidly inside his hood. His mind was gone but his body reacted to the phantom lover that he felt crept over him. His fingers and toes curled in pleasure. The boy’s cock was withered and the new sensation of continually being fucked came as a relief. Bichon changed the bottle of poppers to a new one and let Chris stew in his sightless limbo for the rest of the night and into the morning—the dildo mindlessly, mechanically fucking his sleepless, mindless body. Bichon put on his white coat and unlocked the door. It was time to prep Manetti.

Everyone's different. For some it's a trauma while for others it is the things good memories were built on.

My first time was with my older brother. I was 10 and he was 13 and I caught him jerking off and he told me about blowjobs and I sucked my first dick that day. We did that every day for a few months before we started fucking. We still fuck a few times a week. I think he started my love for cock and cum.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”