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Brock had never really been a morning person. It was common on weekends for him to be in bed at noon. Saturday was different. He felt like the virus inside him had set an alarm of its own. He woke up with the most profound case of morning wood he could remember. And the sun wasn't even up yet. He tried a few different positions, but he just could not fall back asleep. He finally resigned himself to getting up. He briefly considered a wank, but his date with his uncle seemed a good enough reason not to waste any of his potent cum. He decided to go for a run instead. He put on one of his new jockstraps and gym shorts. He had been unsure about the shorts initially, but they finally won him over. They had, by teenager standards, a very short inseam and were snug around his muscular butt and thighs. They showed off enough bulge he could probably be charged with indecent exposure. Honestly, he looked fucking hot in them. They truly were an homage to the short shorts that were popular decades ago, at least if vintage porn reflected actual fashion trends. Brock's usual run was down to the park, then following the trail along the creek, and then loop back through the country to home. The little voice in the back of his head told him today he should pick a different route. He had come to associate that voice with the virus circulating in his veins. It's will. It's desirs. He set off toward the upscale subdivision they were building on the outskirts of town. Once there, he found himself running past a dozen houses in various states of construction. Only half a dozen completed projects had occupants. As he came to the last cul de sac, he stopped cold. Parked in the first driveway was a dark Volvo with a Park Village High School bumper sticker. He was nearly certain it was the car he'd seen leaving the Block the night his uncle Pozzed him. After the shock of seeing the car wore off, he realized the garage door was open. He crept up the drive until he could see in the garage. In the middle of the mostly empty garage, he saw the man he had seen in the basement of the porn store. He was wearing the same hat. He stood in his garage in an tank top and pajama pants. Brock only knew the man by reputation. His name was Leon Smithe. He was on the school board. And his daughter was in band with Brock. Kneeling in front of Leon was a completely naked man who was enthusiastically swallowing Leon's dick, which he had pulled through the fly of his pajamas pants. Brock didn't recognize this other man. Neither man had noticed Brock's presence. Brock watched as the naked man's eager cock sucking gradually changed into him being viciously throat fucked by Leon. The naked man didn't appear to have any form of gag reflex. He seemed unfazed by the fervor with which Leon was filling his throat. Around the third or fourth time Leon slammed his cock all the way down the stranger's throat until the stranger's lips started to turn blue, Leon noticed Brock. Brock froze like a deer in the headlights and considered making a run for it and pretending nothing had happened. That was when he caught sight of Leon's green scorpion tattoo on his left bicep, near his shoulder. His eyes slid from the tattoo to meet Leon's eyes and something was shared between the two of them. Brock wasn't sure how, but he knew he had permission to watch Leon make use of the stranger he was skull fucking. Leon looked to be in his early 50s. His dark hair and goatee were shot through with white. Brock had never in his life seen brown eyes that he would describe as cold. That was until he got a good look into Leon's. He was trim and fit. About 5'10". And from what Brock could tell, his dick was a bit over 6" and cut. Not especially thick through the shaft, but a sizeable mushroom head. Leon watched from just outside the garage as Leon pulled the stranger up by his hair and spat on him. The he shoved him toward a saw horse and the stranger seemed to get the message. He bent over the sawhorse and offered his hole to Leon. Brock wondered if the stranger knew about Leon's affiliation with the Scorpion Society. If he knew that, while Leon was likely on meds, he was HIV positive and proud of it. That he was part of an organization which thrived on infecting members to induct them into a world of sexual freedom and depravity. All of Brock's questions were answered when he saw the stranger's own scorpion tattoo on his right inner thigh. Well that was anticlimactic, Brock thought. Brock watched as Leon fucked the stranger with the same fervor and malice that had driven his earlier throat fucking. Brock was pretty sure he now understood what true sadism was. At least he had a better idea. Through all of this, the stranger was unfazed. In fact he seemed almost oblivious...dissociated from it all. And that seemed to only make Leon work that much harder to get a reaction out of him. Leon pounded his hole. He pulled out completely and then slammed back in as far as he could. He fucked him so hard the saw horse the stranger bent over was creaking in protest. Leon choked him. Spat on him. Ravaged his hole with his fingers when he wasn't brutalizing it with his cock. Brock watched in equal parts awe and horror. At some point. He had fished his dick out of his jock strap and begun to stroke it. By that point, the stranger had noticed Brock's presence. It was apparent that the stranger wanted Brock's dick, too. Brock moved just out of reach of the stranger, teasing him with the thought of getting Brock's dick inside him. The stranger began to whimper. Brock sampled his own precum slowly as the stranger watched helplessly. The stranger licked his lips. "Restrain him," Brock commanded. He was a bit surprised at his own confidence. Leon maneuvered the stranger into a modified arm bar. For the first time, the stranger looked legitimately uncomfortable. He tried to squirm against the hold. Brock stepped closer to the stranger, his hooded cock head just out of the reach of the stranger's tongue. Brock began to smear his precum all over the stranger's face. Each time getting close to, but never quite close enough to the stranger's mouth. After he'd put a generous coat of his poisonous slime on the stranger's face, he stuffed his dick back in his jock and returned to watching, feigning disinterest. The stranger looked defeated. And that seemed to be exactly what Leon was waiting for. His face was contorted and nearly purple with effort as he began to unload in the stranger's guts. When he was done spraying his medicated load, he pulled out, tucked his dick back in his pajama pants and headed for the door into the house. "Security system comes on in 15 seconds. Don't be here when it does." Leon said to both of them. Brock resumed his jock out of the neighborhood and headed back home. He needed to get ready for his date with uncle Dale.

A few minutes ago. I'm still processing A massive black daddy I met through BBRT, messaged me if he could come over. He is 6'7", 300 lbs with arms like trees an a penis the size of a Pringle can. He began by fondling my dick and squeezing my ball,s, then stretching them to the point of serious pain. He likes to say he holds my manhood in his hand. Then he picked me up, still holding my nuts and sets me face down on his cock. I can barely get my mouth around it. I suck him to hardness, then he rearranges me face down, ass up on the bed.he squrits a glob of lube on my asshole, an explores with several fingers. Then he inserts his dick. It's like being impaled by a baseball bat. He goes all the way in up to his tennis-ball-sized testicles and stops to allowed my sphincter to relax around him. Then he commenced fucking me like a pile driver. My whole body shakes as he pounded the shit out of my ass, holding on to my own nuts as they slap his. He cums with a shudder but doesn't pullout, pauses, then resumes coming a second and then a THIRD time. His dick pulls out with an audible " plop".He kissed me on the neck, pated my butt and left. I'm wrecked, asshole gaping and literally oozing cum. After a bit I pulled myself together,I made a cup of tea, and ass still full, sat down ( on a towel) to write this for you. *Amazing "isn't adequate to describe the experience. The icing on the cake? He mentioned he's a prison guard, one of my major turn-ons. He said he loves my man cunt and plans to cum back soon. 'Im going be a little sore in the morning..I think.....

Brock returned to school the next day. His first week back was pretty uneventful. Everyone believed Brock had been out with the flu, but he found himself wishing he could tell some people the truth: that he had been out because he was seroconverting under the care and attention of his uncle, who had infected him with HIV. That he had begged his uncle to do it without a second thought. He realized he was rock hard. His massive member stretched across his left thigh. The precum was beginning to flow. His new clothes did nothing to hide his anatomy. He knew uncle Dale had picked underwear that would specifically accentuate his bulge and leave nothing to the imagination. But it seemed his new jeans wanted to do their part, too. "Earth to Brock!" Mr. Bryant called. Brock had never been happier to be sitting at a desk. He'd had a hardon for Mr. Bryant since he started last year. At the present moment that was quite literal. "Does next week work for tryouts, cap-ee-tan?" "Oh. Um. Yeah I think so..." Brock responded pulling his attention away from his dick and out of his daydreams. Mr. Evan Bryant had taken the advanced math position at Park Village High School as his first teaching gig. He was a bit older than most first year teachers at 28. Rumors circulated about what he had done before becoming a teacher. He'd been Spec Ops in the military. He'd been training to be an astronaut but dropped out. He was a CIA analyst. He was in witness protection. He was touring in a band but they broke up. The sheer variety was comical. The truth was much less exciting than any of the rumors. He'd grown up in the next town over. He did spend 4 years in the navy and he had spent a couple years after touring the country, camping and backpacking. After a couple years of that. He decided teaching was his calling. And he was likely right. He was a damn good teacher. His AP Calc class last year had 95% pass the exam for credit. He stood 5'4" and was about 180 lbs of muscle. He had sandy blond hair that he grew out just a bit past his old navy crew cut, perpetual stubble that often was bordering on a scruffy beard, and dark blue eyes. His shoulders were broad, tapering to a narrow waist. You could tell he was muscular, even under his Oxford shirt and chinos. "Where's your head at today, Brock?" Mr. Bryant looked so kind and a little concerned. "I know you were out all last week but if we are going to make nationals, we need to start now." Brock chuckled. He couldn't exactly tell his teacher that his head was already swimming with the possibilities of what his uncle had in store for him tomorrow. He also definitely couldn't tell him that for the last 20 minutes he'd been picturing every position he could fuck Mr. Bryant in using the desk he was currently sitting at. His dick throbbed, oozing a large glop of toxic precum which quickly soaked into his new boxerbriefs. ----------- Dale sat in his office. On the big screen TV played the recording of his session with Brock - the video of him pozzing his nephew. His 8" cut cock was standing straight up out of the fly of his jeans. He was leaking a constant flow of precum while he watched himself fucking his nephew on screen. It dripped slowly over his hand as he stroked his member. "So that's him, huh?" the man beside Dale asked. He had the waistband of his athletic shorts pulled down. His 8" dick stood painfully hard, precum flowing freely and pooling in his bushy pubes. He seemed to be too distracted by the video to stroke his dick. Part of an orange scorpion tattoo was visible on the exposed part of his thigh. "And your certain you got him?" "We see Dr. Shah tomorrow afternoon." Dale responded coolly. "But if he comes back negative, we will just have to try again." Dale fished a coin out of his pocket and casually flipped it. "Call it in the air." "Heads." Dale revealed the coin heads up. "Fuck you. You always get to go first, Rod." Dale sputtered. The two of them exited the office and headed toward the stairs down to the basement

I attended my first public sex parties at my friend Kevin's house in Pullman. There was always something piggy happening at his home. He had a buddy (Mark) that had just gotten out of prison. The guy was in his late 40s, very redneck, with a body that was naturally muscular from working outside all his life. His dilemma was being a married "straight" guy, but alsi missing his position as bitch in prison. Kevin organised a small group gangbang for Mark, and even though I am a submissive bottom I agreed to come top. I also drew first crack at his pig hole. It usually takes me forever to cum inside someone. His ass was my Goldilocks Zone. Not too tight. Not too loose. After sinking slowly inside of his chute until I bottomed out, I cut loose and railed him. He was laying on his stomach while I fucked him. He moaned, said it hurt, and beat his fist into the carpet. And after I pull out of his ass, my cum pools at the entrance of his home. It was so hot hearing and seeing my cum, used as lube, and sloshing in his hole. Grinding my DNA into his.

Chapter 5: Rental Negotiations Afterwards the 4 of us just sat on the sofa naked and started talking. Our landlord told us how he gifted the lawn boi, and made him his slave. He said the boi lived with him, and used his money from yard services to help pay for rent. He had already serviced our yard once, and we asked him if he always dressed that way doing lawns. He said no, only for the clients he knew, or at least thought were gay. He said he pegged us two right away, and the first time he wore the tight black leather shorts was for our yard. We both said he had a great ass for them! The landlord said I'm sure you know by now he's a total bottom, and from time to time he liked dressing as a sissy slut in hose and panties. He said it wasn't usually his scene, as he was a pig, but did say he occasionally liked fucking him roughly in his sissy clothes, as he was a very verbal slut. He explained that he was a great house boi. He said he kept the place clean, kept him well fed, and he always attended his sexual needs. He said that he had his own bedroom, but actually preferred sleeping in his rather large cage where he would feed him kibble and a bowl of piss to lap up. Of course my step dad had to tell him how he gifted me, and even included my real dad in the process! Then of course i shared how Marc provided me with my first, but hopefully not last son! By then we were all super hard, and headed to the new playroom to see if the paint smell had disappeared and for the most part, it had. I got in the sling and the landlord fucked me hard and fast, while my stepdad fucked Marc on the bed in the playroom. After we were both filled to the brim, we all retreated to the living room again. The Landlord asked why Marc and I didn't have any bio tats yet, and I said hopefully I would soon. Marc said he wanted to wait until he infected his first boi. He didn't want to scare off any potential tricks. The Landlord said good idea, and to let him know when I wanted mine, as he knew an artist who would discretely do it. The Landlord also said that it was not too late to sign up for his college course, which was ironically sex education. He said that at times, it was boring as he was required to teach the "basics" as some freshmen were truly naive and clueless. He said he didn't really take attendance, and the class had a mix of both straight and gay students, and even a few women in it. He said his class was known as a hookup class, and many would simply take it to find tricks. We agreed and signed up the next day!

My Playroom—November, 2022 Jack came back to the playroom on one of the last days of November. He was the bear I had met at a bookstore and then used again in the playroom just a few days later. I was more than ready to have another hot session with this burly pig… Jack is naked when I come downstairs. He kneels, fully erect and throbbing, at the base of the fuck bench. I strip off my robe and toss it on the bed behind me. Jack begins to nuzzle my full pouch. I have deliberately worn a piss-stained jock. He inhales deeply before his tongue begins exploring the slightly yellowed fabric. “I want to drink your piss today,” he murmurs, before working my hardening dick out of the moist fabric and into his wet mouth. I harden instantly. I let him suck me for a long time, watching our reflection in the mirror. “I need to taste your hole.” I indicate he should get up on the bench behind him. He moves around and presents me with his full ass. I go to my knees and burrow in. His hole opens easily as I tongue him. He opens his poppers for the first time as I spit on his crack and smear it around with my tongue. As the vapor hits him, I tongue fuck him as deeply as I know how. He groans—and begins to pant. “Fuck me, Sir.” I ignore him. I am having too much fun getting his tasty hole as wet as possible. Of course, I eventually stand up and slide into him. He takes me easily at this point—one long steady glide in until my pubes grind against his upturned ass. I hold for the briefest of moments—and begin to fuck into him. Jack groans in pleasure. “Give it to me. All of it.” I am pumping him balls deep on every stroke. I slow the fuck as he inhales poppers, but pick up the speed again as I hear the cap go back on. I fuck him hard. And abruptly pull out. I walk around and feed him his dick with a “Taste your ass.” Jack loves this. He cranes around to take all of me. I fuck his face a little. I lift my left leg up and place it on the far lower level of the bench. It allows me even more depth down his throat. He gasps and sputters. I pull out of him—bringing up some deep spittle. I wrap it around my cock shaft, walk back to his ass and fuck it into him. I pull out when I feel I can piss. Just a splash up and down his thoroughly fucked ass crack. I lick up some of the piss clinging to his ass hair. I fuck some into him, before I bring my cock back to his mouth with the new flavor. He gobbles me down as before. I don’t let it go on as long. I pull almost all the way out, and feed him a splash of my piss, for the first time, right from the tap. He gurgles it down happily. We fuck some more, once with another splash of piss in the mix. “Sling time.” I get him situated in the sling with his legs in the stirrups. I spend a long time on my knees rimming, reveling in the mix of ass juice, piss, pre-cum and coconut oil lube. Jack can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him, watching me rim and spit the juices back into his hole. I stand and fuck him. A lot. His hole is slick and accommodating to every thrust. “I want to lick your butt,” Jack pants. I slow down and pull out. I go around for him to clean my cock before I help him out. I jump in the sling. I start with my boots braced against the poles. He eats me expertly—as he has every time we’ve met. Eventually, I get my boots into the stirrups, not bothering to have him stop and help. I take a hit of poppers myself, lay back and let him eat me out. “Let’s try something.” I get my left leg out of the stirrup. I ask him to unhook it. He does and I take it, sliding the stirrup to my knee, then fastening it behind me on the D ring of the sling. We do the same with the right. It tilts my ass up higher. It makes him have a better angle for tongue fucking. “I think I have some piss.” It’s a long wait, but worth it. His hot piss plays up and down my ass crack. It pools on my balls and cascades to the towel on the floor. The moment he’s done, he goes back to his knees and begins licking. He groans and mutters as he tongues me dry. I take another hit of poppers and let him enjoy my ass… * Jack is back in the sling. I am in rim/fuck/rim/fuck/rim mode. Suddenly I stop. My pandemic devil’s dick is still in the freezer. I can’t think of anyone who will enjoy it more. I go up and bring it down to him. The shot glass, with a condom lining, is full with 7 or 8 loads. All mine. I pull it out and dangle it in Jack’s line of vision. “Shove it in me, Sir. Please.” I strip away the latex. The hunk of frozen cum is already beginning to melt. I finger it up Jack’s gape. He groans. I instantly stick my dick in him. I want to feel it melt over my dick. I am not disappointed. I begin to fuck. My melting cum changes the feel of the fuck. It makes me fuck him harder, too. I do pull out and let him lick some of the melted cum from my cockhead. He slurps noisily at it, moaning as he tongues me. I fuck him again. “Rim seat.” He knows I want to eat my jizz out of him. I slide under the seat and Jack sits. His ass opens and the first drip drops onto my tongue. I poke up into him. And again. I am rewarded with the remains of the cum load. I savor it and swallow. I tongue fuck him again. I get one more drip. I smear it around his puffy ass lips. But then I open wider and suck his nether lips into my mouth. “I want to eat you on this too, Sir.” We switch. He eats my hole hungrily. Aggressively. I finally have to stand up—I am not used to so much tongue work down there. “I need to breed, anyway,” I pant. We do it in the sling. Jack lies back and I am up him instantly. This deep in his ass, I can still feel the remains of my cum. I fuck. Hard. Jack jerks himself. I am so ready to give him a load. “You want it?” I ask, looking into his eyes. “You know I do!” I fuck him harder. “Oh, fuck…” My cock swells—and I begin to spew deep in his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 24, 2022

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I think fetishizing black men by using the term BBC or Black Cock not only leads to harmful stereotyping in stories that often portray black men as violent or wanting to cause pain with their mythologized penises, but its objectifying. Not to mention its yet another way white men are commodifying black bodies. All you have to do is think outside yourselves to see that. Hopefully most of you weren't aware. Because if you were ... Have any of you noticed the trend on personals and hook up sites where many black men are more and more refusing to put there sexual roles and penis size/pics on profiles. They aren't doing that because things are okay. Its not just this story. Its the porn studios, video chats, and the level of racism, ageism and tokenism in the gay community in general. The results are pretty harmful. Its completey demoralizing for black bottoms who are often treated badly on dating and hook up sites. Puts a lot unearned rejection on black men with average to small genetalia. The black men who do have large penises often get relagated to being treated like objects or stable horses. The people, amazing individuals with their own unique personalities, experiences, gifts to offer are lost to the quest for giant dick. Its like straight society had the gold rush and gays have a dick rush. And I would like to thank the gentleman who shared the Asian American gay experience. It makes my skin crawl when a profile says "no Asians" I think the rejection even causes internalized shame in many Asian men. I introduced a Chinese American friend to my friend from Hong Kong. My Chinese American friend thought I was trying to hook them up. I wasn't. I just thought I was introducing my friends to each other. My Chinese American friend said "I don't do sticky rice." I was pretty shocked. Consent is the big issue. Another big issue is who is the beneficiary. I like a site called Black Men's Reign which is ran by and owned by a black man. If a BBC scenes are done by black owned studios, thats their choice, but I don't like white studios and white directors to deem it okay for themselves to exploit a population. I am not upset at the author. There are plenty of stories worse than that one on the site. This one hit a a nerve by being less subtle. I'm more upset at some of the tone death and automatically defiant and defensive comments by other white men on this thread. Its the standard reaction whites in America have to the victims of their both past and current commodification of minorty populations. Maybe its because the issues are so huge from Native Amercan genocide, slavery, segregation, Japanese Internment, Chinese exploitation by railroads, the villification of migrant farmworkers, and the absolute havoc the CIA has caused in South America and the Middle East, that its just easier for some white men to be triggered to rage (defense) instead of doing the hard work of making things equitable and healing old wounds. Rage in this case is an excuse not to acknowledge or address behaviors that have caused hurt. The LGBTQIA Community should maybe take a long hard look at their habit of putting so many labels on people that put them in boxes. And maybe we should acknowledge that black men are the experts in their own experience and we should put their well being above our jack off material. And as a slut who's had more men from different races and ethicities than the United Nations, I can tell you there are big penises and small penises in every group.

If you are regularly missing your meds, you aren't going to get re-infected. You will allow your virus to adapt enough to become treatment resistant. Then they will switch your meds to a different medicine. Luckily they keep making strides in new medicines. If a patient routinely misses doses, they should let their care team know, so they use medicines like Tivicay that are more sturdy and aren't as easily overcome by resistance. Our concept of community health is more than a little inspired by the Book of Leviticus. Doctors, especially straight Doctors, are supposed to encourage you to not have piggy sex, There is a reason why the Catholic Church invests so much in Healthcare and hospitals. They can push their ideology thru their doctors. I had a doctor recently tell me to use condoms during oral sex. My main primary physicians have been gay men for the past two decades. Neither of them have told me to stop having piggy sex or to not sleep with an HIV+ man. The truth is statistically that most negative gay men who are sexually active will fuck HIV+ guys who haven't received their diagnosis yet. That means high viral loads. Truth be told. Sex is a crap shoot. All my positive friends in Chicago are proof positive that your worries are valid yet not necessary. The best thing you can do for your health is see a LGBTQ+ physician. We have health concerns and lives that are much different and need physicians who have experience or see past heteronormative Western Medicine.

Yes. I’m Vers but when I’m in bottom mode, I put my hood on get ass up and take anon loads

My bf started talking about wanting a threesome a few months ago. At first I kind of ignored it because it was a bit too adventurous. Then the other night he convinced me to download and fire up Grindr and we got daddy to come over. Well… it was out of this world. We found this nice muscle daddy from the city to come over and not only was he ripped but hung. We we both got fucked really rough. I’ve never been thrown around like that ever. The BF and I both got bred and I also bred my bf. It was an out of this world experience

Im actually Black unlike most other responders. It is racist and offensive. A big turn off from strangers. For me, its fake respect and fake admiration. There's race play but that's consensual. There is nothing sexy about being reminded by strangers that you are discriminated against where it jeopardizes your life and quality of life. And then have someone who has no idea what's like to reduce you to a body part to be used while dismissing your struggle, that it's rooted in white supremacy or the fight for your very humanity.. Its not worship, it's a dismissive fantasy and discrimination. No one calls latinos "brown dick" or asians "yellow dick" or indigenous people "red dick". But its okay in porn or sexual fantasy to do it to Black men?? Check out Race Cooper, sex worker and now activist, he has a whole podcast about it. Most people reading here wont respect or dismiss this insight provided but then its not for you. Its for the people who genuinely care, are curious and respect their fellow human...even when fantasizing. Consent is sexy. Even consenting to be used. Peace.

Totally anon, like a dark room and I can't see a guy at all, no...that ain't me. But at a spa, ABS, or sex club where I can see them, but don't know their name or anything about them, FUCK YEAH! I was just at Spa Castle in Dallas Sunday as its been pretty good with young guys looking and took a few loads in the sauna, then in the big hot tub, and went off to the stalls in the bathroom for others. Pumped my seed in a few guys anon too. It's all dump and go, you can talk to guys if you want and talked to a couple and it was cool. Nobody wrapped to fuck, just went raw, no questions, was hot as fuck.

Mike and Josh made their way to the strip to explore the sites. It was warm out so both were in basketball shorts and tshirts. Both were commando, as usual. After about an hour they happen to share an elevator with a hot couple. The black guy was in his thirties, great body, tall but not as tall as Mike, great smoke, and well built. The girl was in her 20s, had light brown skin, was short, thin, and had a nice fat ass. They were both a little tipsy. The girl flirting with both guys. They invited Mike and Josh to the bar in the lobby. As they drank and talked, the girl played with Joshes dick under the table. It was obvious and the guy didn’t care. He talked with Mike about working out and bro stuff. The guy went to the bathroom and while he was away the girl told Josh she wanted his dick. She then whispered to him (a loud drunk whisper) she wanted him to cum in her and that she wasn’t on the pill as she was trying to baby trap her bf. She asked Josh to take her back to his room. When her man came back to the table she told him that she was going back to the room. And left. Ten minutes later Josh excused himself. “She thinks she is slick. I know that white boy is going to fuck her. I know she takes all kinds of dick. Hell my brother fucked her.” The guy said after Josh left. Mike chuckled then went open mouth superseded when the guy continued “I am sterile and she ain’t getting no kids from me. She do get the bugs I get from taking guys dicks up my ass though. And if she ain’t got my poz baby yet she will soon.” ”You are poz? Gay?” Mike gasped out ”I am straight and love fucking pussy. But a big fat raw dick in me is what’s up. I got pozzed up by a rando a year ago. Never went on meds. Still only fuck chicks raw. Put my hiv in 15 girls since then.” ”Fuck yea man! Well I got a 8.5 in big poz non medicated dick if you want a recharge.” ”Hell yea! Let’s go back to my room.” Mike followed him up to his room. When they enter the room the big jock bitch guy turned into a bitch bottom. He begged to suck Mike’s dick and balls. He licked mikes sweaty pits. Ate his sweaty hole. Begged to be fucked as Mike ate his hole. Mike lined his big raw poz dick up to the guys wet puckered straight poz hole. “You ready to take this toxic dick and med resistant strain bitch?” ”Fuck yes! Knock my ass up with that poz white baby!” Mike spent 15 mins hate fucking the jock pussy. Fuck hard and deep. Tearing his hole as he plowed. The guy moaning and begging for his charged cum the whole time. “You ready to be recharged fag?” ”Fuck daddy impregnate me!! Make me you poz son!!” At those world Mike unleashed a massive orgasm and flood the jock ass full of his cum. The guy felt the warm explode in his hole and shot his own poz cum all over his and Mike chest. “I can’t wait to use your strain to knock up that whore your buddy is balls deep in!” “Fuck yea man!” Mike left the guy on the bed naked and full of his poz cum. Went back to his room and showered and changed. When he meet Josh at work they compared notes. The girl apparently was a freak. They didn’t last to even get to the room. Josh put 2 loads in her pussy in an alley. When see asked his name he gave her a fake. He was stoked Mike tagged the bf. They laugh and joked that they both have be knocked before the month was over. They went about their task to set up for the night. Mike was loving his trip so far.

Hey its two for Tuesday again! Looking like I won't be affected much by Idalia, likely just some rain and wind, but still possible power outages. Chapter 4: The Landlord The next day, the landlord stopped by with the black paint and several paint brushes. He was impressed by how we made the bedroom into a playroom and the playroom into a bedroom. He told us another tennant had moved out of another rental, and they had left a bed, and he'd be more than happy to give it to us. We got in his truck, and went to get it. It wasn't the greatest, but nothing a good mattress cover wouldn't hide! There were beer stains, and apparently sex stains on it. He said he hoped it didn't snell like pussy as the tenant was straight, although he would let him suck his cock in exchange for late payment fees! He said he had wished he was late more often, as he had a beautiful thick 8 inch cock! Dad and our landlord stripped and started painting the playroom. They painted the walls black, and the landlord had enough red paint to do the ceiling. It made a wonderful combination and the landlord said he had rented to both straight and gay people in the past, but from this point on, he would only rent to gay guys and this room would be a great way to promote its rental! Marc and I were setting up the other bedroom now. It actually wasn't too bad. There was a bed, 2 nightstands and a small dresser. We ran out to go get a mattress cover and some bed linens. The mattress was sex stained, but fortunately it didn't smell like pussy. We also happened to find a straight porn magazine left in the nightstand. It's only saving grace was the guys in it all had beautiful cocks! When we got back, my step dad was servicing the landlord on the sofa. We told them we'd make the bed, and they could be the first to fuck on it, while Marc and I would fuck in the new playroom. Unfortunately the smell of paint was still very strong, so we opened a window and brought in a fan hoping to air it out for later tonight. Marc and I then decided to simply fuck on the sofa. In addition to the bed linens, we also got a cheap sofa covering and put it on. Before Marc and I started to fuck, we decided to check in on my step dad. He had our landlord on all fours, and was pounding him hard and fast. The bed was holding up quite well, especially with the pounding the landlord was receiving! My step dad was very verbal, saying take my poison seed pig, and our landlord said recharge my pussy please Sir. Marc and I were super horny and didn't watch them finish. We headed straight to the sofa to breed. Marc got on his knees with his chest against the sofa, and I began pounding him hard. After a while, he said that he wanted to ride my cock, so we switched up positions. He got on top with his cock facing away sadly. I loved seeing his hard cock as he rode me, and would often Jack a load on me. My dad and landlord came out as Marc was riding and jacking, and tye landlord got in front of Marc hoping to receive his load, which he did.

Chapter3: Housewarming My dad called and asked how things were going with us. I told him they reminded me of us. Yes we had piggy sex, but it was mostly making love. I told him it was a wonderful feeling waking up to the man i loved every morning. Each morning one of us would wake the other by sucking the others cock. Afterall there us nothing better than a protein shake to start the day. Occasionally in the middle of the night, one of us would slip into the others ass and make love. My step dad told me he wanted that so bad with me, but was impossible with mom around. My step dad said he had planned to visit us once we were settled, and would be bringing some special house warming gifts. I said I couldn't wait, and suggested the following weekend. I had no idea of what gifts he would be bringing, but excited to have him in me and Marc again. Oddly enough he felt the same telling me he couldn't wait to be inside both of us. He thanked me for setting it up so quickly. The weekend arrived, and my step dad showed up at our place. Marc met him at the door and said welcome to our place dad. Marc then kissed him deeply as he reached down and grabbed his growing cock. My step dad reached around grabbing Marc's ass saying he couldn't wait to be inside him. He said first things first though, and told us to help unload the car. We first retrieved a huge tote that was full of his toys. It was only a small part of his collection but still rather large. As we were unloading the car, I saw what I was hoping for, a sling. Dad spared no expense on it. It was top of the line, including a mirror above and a towel and lube holder on one of the legs. To complete it, there was a rubber mat to place under it. I didn't tell him we already had hooks in the ceiling for a sling, but we really liked the portable one. We decided to make what was to be the playroom into the second bedroom, so whomever rented it could still hook up the sling. The other bedroom was a bit larger, and could accommodate a portable sling, and with careful planning, perhaps a fuck bench. We were all horny as fuck, but once it was set up, my stepdad suggested we go to a home improvement store to get the finishing touches. We loaded the cart with shelves to display the toys. We found some blackout curtains for the small playroom window. We had discussed painting the room either red or black. We checked with our landlord and he said the room was painted black, but he repainted it not knowing who would rent it. He did say he had enough black paint to repaint it, and as long as we would let him paint our asses white, hed do it for free! We got a ceiling fan, and found some red bulbs to place in it. We also got some blacklights and fixtures to add to the mood. As we were leaving, dad suggested we get some lounge chairs for our fenced in back yard. He reminded us we started our journey together on chairs around the pool, and thought it would be fun to relive those memories. I asked when he was putting the pool in then! He just laughed, but as we were about to leave, we saw a small inflatable pool. It was perfect and great for watersports fun both in the house and in the backyard. We got back to our place, and immediately began working on the room. Marc and I put the shelves together, while my step dad installed the fan. The fan was the wisest choice as the room was getting quite warm. While our step dad was on the ladder naked, we took turns sucking his cock. We didn't want him to cum, but edge him for a sling breeding. Marc and I came across a shower shot, and went to the bathroom to install it. We both made sure it worked properly and both cleaned out knowing we would both be getting seeded soon. Once cleaned out, we headed to the play room where my step dad had just finished up. He was rock hard and ready to fuck. He told Marc to stand by the sling so that he could adjust the height of it. Marc and I stood face to face in front of it, kissing and grinding our cocks together. My step dad got the height to the correct level and told Marc to hop in. As soon as Marc was in it, he yelled fuck me dad! His dry cock was already positioned at Marc quivering hole, and with one thrust, my step dads cock was buried to the base. He wasted no time fucking Marc hard and fast. He repeatedly asked Marc, do you like my cock son? Marc replied yes dad. Marc apparently enjoyed watching himself get pounded in the mirror above the sling. The sling was rocking the entire time. At times he would see his face in the mirror, and others our dad pinching his nipples. His cock was rock hard, but I kept my hands off of it, as I wanted Marc to breed me in the sling next. I got into the verbal aspect of it all by repeatedly telling dad to fuck my brother. Dad said he loved his sons just as he filled Marc's hole. Dad pulled out of Marc's ass and his gaping hole was a sight to see. Dad grabbed a plug from the shelf as I positioned myself in the sling, awaiting Marc's cock. Marc's fuck was way different than mine. He was making love to me rather than fucking me hard.

While living in Chicago, opportunities for kinky opportunities ran rampant. Especially in the Roger's Park area. I was horned up after an especially stressful day at work. I hopped online, pulled up BBRT, and looked at the day's selection. There was a very handsome, lithe black top man looking to breed a hairy slut bottom. To top things off, he stated he was super dom and wanted a bottom to just shut up and not ask questions. He wasn't into partying, but didn't care if bottoms pre-Tripped. I messaged him a shot of my hairy arched back and fuck hole. He responded right away with an address. He asked me a question. "Do you mind that I'm deaf and mute?" "No. Why would I?" "Good. I want you to come to my place, but don't come in. Wait by the downstairs at the bike rack. Be pre-lubed or you'll take it dry, and I can't have my roommates or neighbors asking questions. Once you show up, you consent to do as instructed without any hassle. No fucking noise." "Hot." I was nervous as I took the 22 to his neighborhood. I stepped into a coffee shop, and ordered an Italian Soda. I walked into the bathroom, tied off, slammed myself .4, coughed, rode the rush, and poured out most of the Italian soda. I pulled another syringe out, and emptied the G into the remainder of the drink, and knocked it back. Losing any nervousness I had, I walked the few blocks to his building and waited by the bike rack of his old apartment building, which was also nearby the basement entrance. He emerged from the basement door. He motioned me to follow him. He was a little more muscular in person, and definitely had the air someone who was very dom. I followed him into the basement which stored more bikes, maintenance supplies, and laundry machines. He opened up a dark room that was used for storage, and had a mattress on the floor. It had definitely seen some action before. He motioned for me to come toward him. I went to suck his d*** and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and reached into a bag he had placed beside it. He took out a ball bag which he promptly strapped to my head so I couldn't make much noise. He then put a blindfold on me and pulled it very tight. I could still see a little light out of the mask edges so it became obvious when he turned off the room's light and I heard the door shut. He shoved in with no mercy, and fucked me doggie styles so fucking roughly that I thought he was going to tear my hole. In five seconds he obliterated my second sphinctre. Even with the chemical help, I was trying to scream, so it's was fortunate for him that he had me gagged. I didn't care I was really turned on. He pulled my hair. He choked me. He made little punches in my back with his fists while keeping his fuck rhythm. It seemed like he was fucking me forever when he put me in a choke hold and choked me out. When I came too, I was still being fucked but on my back this time. I was still being f***** hard but somehow I felt fuller and it was just different. He was biting my nipples and slapping in my face. Out of nowhere he said, "Are you ready for my dirty load?" Confused but turned on I just groaned. He pulled my waist up higher so he could force fuck me and just drill me. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was gonna pass out again. And then he just grunted and pushed in me and held his giant cock so far inside my guts that I thought I was going to rupture. Then the blindfold was taken off and it was so dark I still couldn't see anything. And again he spoke, "Okay i'm gonna take the gag off now, if you say anything i'm going to lay you out." I heard him zip up the gear bag, and the light clicked on. Between the drugs and the bright light I couldn't get my eyes to focus. " I thought you couldn't talk." " Yeah. That's my roommate. Now get your clothes on and get out of here you fucking tweaked out slut." When I could see again, before me was a very muscular, hairy Middle Eastern wolfdaddy. He had put on a jock that contained a monster. I felt loose and cum was leaking, and something else I couldn't figure out. The top look at me desdainfully as he waited for me to leave. He looked impatient as I took too long to stand up and put on my clothes. I thought he was gonna shove me out the door. As he forcefully shut the door he said "Check your pockets faggot." In my pocket I found a folded piece of paper. In the note, the black top left his phone number, and a message that said, " Your pig cunt felt so good. I hope you don't mind that I put my fist up there for a while too." My only regret was a long bus ride home, because I needed to cum so bad.

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

Note: I am posting this grouping here because some of them will involve an assortment of chems. The first story does not. Story 1 I have been loaded in many odd places. One of the most memorable was in a US Post Office Truck on my back with my legs up in the air parked on a dirt road near my home. The top was a really hot local substitute mailman who also attended a local college on a baseball scholarship. He was lean with a muscular chest, tan and dusted with dark hair. The same dark hair tufted out from under his cap and really set off his crystal blue eyes. I had sucked him off before at a local rest area, and I knew that at the bottom of a very sexy treasure trail he had an impressive slugger (a think 9 inches at least). He drove by the park near my house, and we met in the bathroom. I started to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck me in his truck. I was really turned on. It was July, and those trucks have no air conditioners. We were sweating buckets. His sweat was dripping on me as he was battering my hole. It turned me on more. I was licking the sweat off his chest and he would really get intense and bite my shoulders and kiss me. He really let me have it when he was close. He asked me if I wanted his cum. My response was "fucking breed me" and that made him explode in my ass so hard I could feel it. Some leaked out onto peoples mail. He ripped some perfume samples and rubbed them in the area he fucked me, but I'm sure a few people had questions.

(First attempt at a story. Be gentle. Based partially in fact. Somewhat embellished) Part 1: Reginald I got a text from Reggie today out of the blue. "Can u cum over?" I've taken his load on many occasions. Hot black guy who only really likes to fuck white guys. A lot of the time I can't say yes because I'm married and my husband Timothy doesn't know I fuck around behind his back. Today, though, I was absolutely saying yes. Timothy was at work all day, and i was home bored and horny. What he doesn't know can't hurt him, right? Reggie ordered me to get to his place asap. I knew he expected me to be ready to take his load. He shoots huge loads that fill me up and make me feel complete. Of course I would beg for his load. When I got to Reggies house I stripped to my jock and went to work getting his dick hard. He's taught me how he likes it. I want to do a good job for him. I want to make him feel good. I always try to please him in any way. While I sucked, he started loading the Tina pipe. I hasn't had any of that in a while. I've been teetering on relapse. Now all I wanted was to follow the clouds into a world of sexual experience. He got me really spun. He didn't hit the pipe at all. He just kept encouraging me to do a little more. Finally I put the pipe down and refocused on his cock. I wanted to beg him to fuck me right away. I'm always impatient. Reginald doesn't like it when I beg, so to please him I just worship his cock and try to get him turned on enough that he wants to fuck me. Reginald picked up his phone and started videoing me giving him head. I had told him once that he could record me but onky if he was careful not to snow my face (I'm cheating on my husband for God's sake). He likes getting my face on camera though, and I want him to keep giving me his loads, so I let him do what he wants. Usually he fucks me doggy style, which is my favorite. This time he put.me on my back and had me lift my legs in the air exposing my jock strapped ass to his camera. "Fuck yeah faggot. My group chat loves when I send vids of you. You have fans. You ready to show them how much you love getting fucked by a black man?" The Tina really does mess with my judgment, because in the moment I didn't see anything wrong with anything going on here. Reginald finally fucked me. He didn't disappoint me. He knows how a white faggot needs to be fucked. As he fucked me on my back, with the camera still pointed toward me, he asked me questions? "Why are you here instead of letting your husband fuck you?" "Besides me, who do you cheat on your husband with?" "How often to you smoke Tina?" Each question I answered honestly and ccompletely. Each answer, Reginald recorded on video that alternated between my face and his big black dick going in and out of my hole." Somehow, in my spun state, none of this bothered me. Finally one last question: "Do you want my cum faggot? Tell me how much you want it." I shouted my need for his cum with visceral emotion. I did need it. What I didn't realize is the sequence of events this would put in motion.

I mostly top. Anonymous breeding is my favorite. Mostly at sex clubs. Filling a sexy asshole of a total stranger with my cum is a big turn on.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ....... Madame Graham is thiiiiiiiis close to being officially outed. I have no idea about Scott, but just because he's not married doesn't mean he fucks /gets fucked. If Scott actually is gay, his mind has been royally fucked by the religious garbage we're all up-to-here with. Better, if he actually is gay, then he's at least cognizant of the kinds of issues we're facing. Not that he'd have the balls to resist very hard, but at least he might grasp the situation. I'm not sure I could get to the john fast enough to hurl my breakfast. I bet the escorts doubled - no- tripled their usual prices for that porky little queen.

If you’ve written the Bible on gay breeding, does that mean you’re the God of gay breeding? If so, I have a couple of requests… Is there a Pope of gay breeding as well?* *Apologies to any Catholics - no blasphemy intended. What are you doing in a naughty place like this anyway? What would the Blessed Virgin say? For shame.

Yes - same here... getting fucked is nice, but getting used and feeling you're a cumdump for more than just one gay top is bliss... Don't need to know their names or where they're from, their live, etc. Just a hard bang fuck, unloading a huge amount of cum in my warm hole and then: NEXT !

Agreed, but I'd bet that many more married guys on this site are here because they like to get fucked. Anyone else agree?

Just left. He had taken a break from work earlier and came by, so fucking good... then He called and asked for "round too" and said: "it's okay if you don't want to." lol, right. i was still creamy from His first load and He needed to unload again. Really, He getting into the oral a lot, and so am i. Fuck, i love His pleasure, and He fucks me into a rag doll every time. i'm wasted in a sweet way and full of His seed. Gonna sleep so well tonight with Him inside of me.

I’ve been undetectable for about 30 years. Been taking my meds daily with no laps. I’ve been getting fucked by random men throughout and have never been reinfected. I think you’re safe.

Why? Please don't. Granted, the comments here are not the norm, but isn't a bad place to be exposed to different people's perspectives. Two things to perhaps consider first: 1. Are our libidos so fragile that any serious discussion arising from our sexuality is an instant kill-joy? Mine is definitely robust enough to hear a thing or two that makes me think from a different perspective, and still bounce back, probably better for the experience. 2. If this country, if our society, our community is ever to heal from the things that have been done in our name or from which we still benefit or which were done to us and upon which the world we now inhabit is based, if that's possible (and we all hope it somehow has to be) these are exactly the places that these conversations need to take place: everywhere, every single where.

Nice to meet you. Lots of guys don't like the smell, don't like the mess, and can't use them for medical reasons. All three are true for me, but there's one other. It feels like cheating to have your hole open up artificially. I like showing breeders how my cunt opens up to them naturally. I want them to know I'll take them whatever size and thickness and I won't take shortcuts. Lots of breeders have insisted I'll need poppers to take their cock, they always find out I take their cock and seed just fine without them.

Having my first hookup with my 27 yr old Algerian muscle stud in 6 months & I just can’t get enough of him! He got here at 9pm last night & after he fuck two big creamy loads in my pussy he surrendered his big round meaty hairy muscle arse to me to fuck & breed! I’m a heavy cummer so he’s been pushing my seed from his hole into a big pyrex measuring jug after each breeding & it’s showing just over 1/2 litte, he’ll be drinking my cum later. Apart from a few quick piss breaks I’ve been giving his North African so seriously hard rough punishment. Right now his hole is very red & becoming swollen! With my balls still aching so badly for his hole he has many more hours of anal punishment to endure and I have many more hours of ecstasy balls deep in him.

It was very hot. I loved sneaking around on my last boyfriend and being a smoker, I was always in and out of the apartment, downstairs, in the alley out back, or in the parking garage. So I was almost always meeting with somebody. Our apartment was right in the center of downtown. There were homeless all around us and drug addicts, but this guy Troy was always talking to me so id smoke with him on occasion. He was always talking to me about sex and grabbing at me. So eventually I just grabbed his cock too and next thing you know he was fucking me doggy style behind the dumpster at 4am. It made me feel so dirty. The guy always slurred his speech, he was constantly fucked up, and a totally unwashed pig. That was what was hot about it though. My boyfriend and I would always pass by him and Troy would always say something like oh come hang with me tonight, but even though there were close calls, my boyfriend didnt think anything of it because he was a homeless crackhead.

Part 29 I was shaking so bad with excitement and raw sensual lust Ryan and Kevin had to steady me so I could finally get on the bed and sit on Jeremy's thighs. As if I was watching someone else I saw my hand reach forward and take Jeremy's bone-hard meaty cock in my grip. It was still wet and slick with my spit from being in my mouth just a few minutes before. I tightened my hold on it and slowly jacked his manhood up and down, bringing a low moan from between his lips. “Aw yeah, dad,” I heard Jeremy say. “Jack my cock for me. Your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock. Do you like jacking your son's cock dad?” I gripped his shaft harder as my answer and felt it surge in my hand. Leaning forward I wrapped my lips around the purple head and could taste his precum cover my tongue instantly. “So hot,” I heard Ryan whisper from somewhere nearby but wasn't sure where any of my three corrupters were at the moment. I was focused entirely on me and my son and his dick that I was gently nursing on. I couldn't wait. I needed this NOW. Scooting forward I raised up on my knees and squatted over Jeremy's sweaty taut waist, my hand holding his dick still as I held my quivering cheating ass just above it. At that moment I heard and felt Drew walk up next to me. I briefly turned my eyes to look at him and I could tell he was wanting this on some level as much as Jeremy and I were. He gave me a sex-filled grin and said, “Do it Daddy J. Slide your cheating married daddy ass down on your son's raw cock. Let him incest fuck you and give you his incest cum.” “Oh fuck yeah,” Jeremy groaned and with no more hesitation I lowered myself onto the hard thick cock that I had made nineteen years ago. “Awwww fucckkkk!” Jeremy cried out as his cock slid inside a hole for the first time in his life – totally unaware that it was his real father's asshole that was steadily engulfing every inch of his “innocent” young meat. “Hot damn, dad! Your ass is so tight! And so fucking wet!” Ryan laughed and said, “It's wet because he's got like three loads of cum in it just from today.” “Four” Kevin corrected immediately, winking at me. “I gave him number four right before you guys came in.” It was all I could do not to scream out loud as I was consumed by the total debauchery and sensuality of what was taking place. I don't know how I managed to keep quiet but somehow I did as I moved my ass downward until finally I felt Jeremy's pubes against my full hole. Jeremy was breathing rapidly as he felt the intense pleasure overtaking his body and mind. “Damn!” he breathed out. “You have four loads of cum in your ass dad? That's so hot!” From where he was standing beside the bed Drew spoke to Jeremy while once more looking at me. “It's even hotter that all four of those loads are poz. Seems your dad loves poz cum as much as you do man.” I could feel the moan ready to escape my lips loud and clear when Drew said that. But, just like at the park earlier today, I suddenly felt Kevin's strong hand cover my mouth, keeping my identity hidden from Jeremy for a little bit longer. Just then I felt Jeremy's hands grab my waist. I felt the muscles in his thighs tighten up and heard him say, “I wish I could give you more poz cum, dad, but I AM going to give you my incest cum! Are you ready for me to fuck you dad?” And not waiting for an answer, just as Drew had instructed him, my boy held me tight and raising me up slightly began thrusting his son-cock up into my eager and accepting dad-hole! Although he said he'd never fucked a hole before he seemed to know exactly what to do as he quickly worked up a steady in-and-out rhythm causing both of us to moan and grind against each other. Drew, Ryan and Kevin were all egging him on with lust-filled voices and a continual flow of filthy words. “Yeah, boy, that's right. Fuck your dad's hole. Ram that cock deep inside his hungry ass.” “Do it dude. Your dad's been craving your cock and cum! Give it to him!” “Fuck him, Jer. Don't stop until you blow your load in him. Your incest load deep inside his cheating daddy ass!” Being his first time fucking, and with all the chems in his system and all the verbal nastiness being spewed out by the three sexy hunks watching our dad/son coupling, it was no surprise when Jeremy said he wasn't going to last much longer. “Fucking breed him dude!” said Ryan. “Whitewash your dad's fucking guts!” A moment later that's exactly what Jeremy did. His grip on my hips tightened, he slammed his pelvis upward one more time and began erupting inside my sloppy satisfied dad-hole. I felt my flesh-and-blood son's engorged cock throb and spasm balls deep in my ass then felt spurt after spurt shooting from his piss slit into the depths of my ass. Oh gawd!, I thought to myself. I'm full of my own son's hot cum. His hot incest cum!! Fucking perfect. (to be continued)

CHAPTER 5: Diving into the deep end The wait wasn’t long and the instructions were direct. I was told to take one of the pills and shower. “Get a deep clean man”. I was so nervous. Things had escalated so much more quickly than I had intended. I had told him that I was free all day. He knew where I was staying. Like, he delivered a bag of strange drugs to my door. He must have connections in this town. I felt my phone vibrate. “You take the pill yet? You have 60 minutes to get ready, then you are turning over control.” Fuck. I stood there for a few minutes. My dick was throbbing and I kept making gestures towards one direction or another, all the while standing near the small table in the room where I had thrown the contents of the brown bag. Another notification. “Don’t hesitate. You want this. Strip off and take a hit of poppers, that will help. ”. It was like he was here in the room watching me. I checked the time, it was still really early in the day. I could theoretically get fucked up (and fucked) and still come down and have time to rest before going to work tomorrow morning. I wasn’t likely to make a good first impression, but here I was. I grabbed a bottle of poppers, opened them up, and took a hit. We all know what that first hit of poppers feels like, especially after a really long time without. I took a deep hit and they bowled me over. I started to moan and had to sit down at the table. I felt my hard cock bouncing for attention, but I was told to not touch it so I went for my nipples. I felt my tongue starting to come out of my mouth, in a wide open position. I was gooning. I was horny. I was giving up and giving myself over to temptation. I grabbed a pill and swallowed it. I didnt even know what it was. From my position of tweaking my nipples and feeling the popper haze, I saw another message come in. “You now have 50 minutes. Better be getting ready bitch. Update me” I wrote back. “Yes sir. I took a hit of poppers, im naked, and I swallowed a pill. Im going to go get ready now.” He told me I was a good boy, but I knew better. I wasn’t good. I was bad and it was going to get worse. I showered as quickly as I could and did my best to get a deep clean and prep for whatever was going to come next. The heat of the shower, the excitement of the moment, and the pill were having an impact on me. I started feeling fuzzy, warm, and tingly. I figured this was some form of molly or ecstasy, it felt familiar. I have been here before. Cleaned up and feeling eager, I took another hit of poppers, did my best to avoid my rock hard cock, and checked my phone. “You are going to submit. You are now under my control until 10pm tonight. You will be able to rest and recover and I will make sure you can get to work tomorrow, but you understand, you are now going to do whatever I ask? Once you say yes, you wont be able to say no. Do you understand?” I didnt hesitate. “Yes, sir”. “Good. There is a van outside waiting for you. Take it. Wear a pair of shorts, no underwear, a tshirt, and nothing else. Bring the brown bag and treats. Text me when you get to the car. Be quick. We dont have all day. ” Walking was beginning to be a bit tricky. I threw on sunglasses, my swim trunks, and a loose tshirt and headed out the door with the brown bag through into my messenger bag with a phone charger, a change of clothes, and a bottle of water. The van was out front, all windows tinted black, I couldn’t see the driver. I opened up and saw there was a barrier between the front seats and back, the centre of the van was completely empty, and there was only a far back seat. I went back, sat, down, buckled up, and texted.” “Here sir.” Instantly he replied. “Good boy. How ya feeling?” I felt the car start to move. Texting was beginning to get hard. I replied I was good, starting to feel fuzzy, and that I was a bit nervous. “Thank you boy, for telling me. We will take care of you. Take a look under your seat. Ive got a surprise for you.” Inside was a blindfold. There were many fuzzy thoughts going through my mind. Given any other circumstance, I think I would have resisted, not gotten in the van, not even answered the original text message. But this wasn’t any other circumstance. I was now high, horny, and in the back of a van being driven by a stranger, to an unknown location. I didnt even let anyone know. I didnt have much time to think any more about it. “We wont be long till you get where you are going. I have a friend coming to meet you. Take off your clothes, put your phone in the bag, put on the blindfold, and wait. Hold onto the poppers, use as much as you’d like and do as instructed.” No thinking. No hesitating. Just giving in. I did what he asked. The rest of the drive was uneventful except for the thoughts running through my mind. My cock was rock hard and it was nearly impossible to not touch it, but I suspected I was being watched, so I tried to follow instructions as given. I could feel the terrain change and the van slow down. Just as the van was coming to a stop, I took a few huge hits of poppers. I knew I was going to need them. I heard a voice. “Get out”. A rough hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the van. I landed hard, but on soft ground. I also wasn’t feeling any pain. I felt light and free, even though I couldn’t see. I felt cool air running over my body. Everything felt hypnotic and I was feeling great. I must have looked ridiculous, a tweaked out and moaning blindfolded fag, on the ground, naked, with a with a leaking hard on. I was grabbed by two separate sets of hands and arms, and told to get up and to go with these people. The voices were deep and the commands were direct, but in my state of mind, everything felt pleasant. I felt a huge slap to my ass and I almost fell over. “Come with us, we will take care of you”. The deep voice sent shivers through me. Who were these people? How did they know the guy I was texting. What have I done? I was being pulled forward. I walked as best as I could, but that pill and my nerves were getting to me. “We have taken you to a private spa. You are going to have some fun with our friends. Your master has given us strict instructions to take care of you.” My master? They must have meant the guy I was texting. The stranger from the phone. I was definitely out of my comfort zone, but I also didn’t care. I could hear doors being opened, locks being undone, and the sounds of us moving through a space that sounded tight and long, like a hallway. There was a deep pulsing soundtrack playing, plus sounds of sex, maybe porn? Another lock, another door. I was pushed down onto a soft but firm surface. I could smell poppers being placed under my nose. “Take three deep hits fag”. I did as I was told while I was coached through it. I felt warm and silky, sexy and ravenous. I wanted to be ravished. The poppers were left in my hand. “Take these whenever you want, but especially when we tell you.” I had enough range of motion that I could move my hands to my head, but not much else. My hands were fastened apart and in front of me, it felt like I was being tied to a bed. My feed were fastened as well. I was ass up, face down, blindfolded, and high. I was living my fantasy, the one I so often looked up in porn back in the day, before trying to clean my life up. But I was feeling so out of it and high that I wasn’t sure all of this was real. The slap on my ass and the rough hands spreading my cheeks though? That felt real. “What a fine and tender ass you have here slut. We are going to use you good.” I felt a liquid being applied to my ass with a thick finger. It tingled, then stung, then felt warm and hot. I could feel myself loosening, even though Im typically too tight to get fucked. One finger became two, then eventually three. I could feel myself being prepped. This was going to be an adventure. “Suck it”. A heavy and thick dick was placed at my lips. All I could do was open up. A thick drip of precum fell right on my tongue before a semi hard uncut dick was thrust into my mouth. “Yeh fag, you are going to take so much dick.” I felt the fingers being removed from my loose hole as the dick in my mouth grew to a full erection, hard, leaking, and wet with precum and my saliva. I took a hit of poppers. I could suspect what was coming next. I felt the head of a dick being placed at my hole, followed by a quick and deep entry. I tensed up, even with the poppers and the high, I was still feeling some nervousness. But it didnt hurt, it just felt like pure raw pleasure. I let out a deep moan around the dick in my mouth. “Fuck ya slut, you love this dont you?” I could only moan again in response. I could feel things escalating. My high was changing. I wasn’t just fuzzy anymore, there was a harder and more intense edge. The guy inside my ass started deepfucking me. “Gotta get you ready for more dick.” This unknown man fucked me for a few minutes while the other man fucked my mouth. All I could do was take it. They switched places and I got a taste of the dick that was in my ass. It was smaller than the dick I was sucking, but rock hard, cut, and with a thick mushroom head. He throbbed as he moved around my mouth and throat. I felt the other dick being placed at my hole, with my cheeks being spread apart. He teased me a bit, and somehow I could rationally know I should be a bit apprehensive, or worried, especially given his size, but I didn’t feel any worry. I started to push back on his dick. “Oh you want it don’t you?” I slid back as far as I could given the restraints and the dick in my mouth. I had never felt so full before in my life. But also complete. Like there was no other place I should be but right here and right now. He picked up the pace and started deep fucking me. I was being thrust in rhythm between the guy in my ass and the guy in my mouth. Few words were spoken, mostly just moans between those in this moment. I was beginning to wonder if there were people watching. I had no idea what kind of room I was in, but I couldn’t care. I just wanted to focus on the cocks and the experience. Both of them were grunting now. I was being tossed around, making it difficult to hit the poppers so I avoided them. That was about to change. The guy in my ass stopped fucking, holding himself deep, while the guy in my mouth pulled out just enough to have his head resting on my lips and tongue in an open mouth. “Take four deep hits of poppers.” It was a command. Breathed out in a growl. The poppers were taken out of my hands and put up to my nose, with a hand closing off one of my nostrils. “We will tell you when to stop.” The poppers were held up for four, deep, and intense hits. I had never huffed so hard. I was flying and existing in outer space. I could barely hold myself together. I became just two holes. A mouth for swallowing and an ass for breeding. I had a brief thought about condoms, safe sex, and the risks of everything involved, but it was washed away in euphoria and pulsing through and outside of my body. I was getting used. The guy in my ass planted himself deep and let loose with a loud grunt. I felt him tense up and shudder, when the guy in my mouth grunted, pumping a load in my mouth, then pulling out to my tongue and open mouth, and painting my face in jizz. The guy in my ass shuddered a few more times, pulled out slightly, shuddered again, then fully pulled out. He slapped my wet hole a few times with a loud slap, then backed up and away from me. The guy in front of me rubbed his still hard dick over the cummy spots of my face, rubbing more of it into my mouth with the head of his dick. “Yeh man, good start. We are just getting started though. You ready for more?” I just whimpered. They both got off the mattress or bed, or whatever I was on, and moved away from me. I heard them chatting slightly as it sounded like they were putting on clothes. I was warm and sticky in multiple places. I could feel my rock hard dick leaking below me. I was slightly gyrating on the mattress, rubbing my dick against the surface, slick in precum. I felt a hard slap on my ass and then my hair being pulled back. “I dont think so faggot. You don’t cum unless we want you to, you got it? We are going to send these pics to your master, then we are moving you to the maze.” I forgot about the text guy. This was all his doing. Just a day ago I was living a life that felt purposeful and like I was on the right track. Now I was back to where I was a year ago, but even worse. I loved it. I needed it. “Yeh, he is gonna love these shots. Alright boy, come with us.” I was unlocked and picked up at the arms again. I couldn’t walk, so I was stumbled and dragged forward. After a few moments I was pushed through a door, and I stumbled forward and fell down. I felt like I was going to pass out. While I started to reposition myself, I felt an arm come around my neck and hot breath behind one of my ears. “Have fun in here. Be a good slut and do as you are told. You are going to need to be able to see for this next part.” He pulled off my blindfold and I struggled to adjust to the light. I couldn’t see well, but I could start to see when I felt fingers going in my hole again. This time I felt the tingling sensation, or something like it, but no pain, just pleasure. “See you later fag”. He pulled out, pushing me down again, and I heard a door close and lock behind me. I rolled around a bit, trying to push myself up. I felt more energized and eager than I did when I was last getting fucked. I looked around. I was in a dark hallway, lit only by ambient lighting from some unknown source in the ceiling above. Above me was a metal mesh, with dark ceilings beyond the screen just out of my sight. I could hear sounds of sex, coming from all around me, but just soft and barely noticeable. The music was still playing a steady electronic beat, with sounds of fucking coming from the music as well. As I pushed myself up I looked down the hall and could vaguely make out a figure. It was a man, wearing a leather harness, a heavy leather cock ring, and a hooded mask. Being as high as I was, I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real, when he beckoned me towards him with a gesture. I guess I was really in the deep end of it now.

Tucker indeed had stamina, and I was pounded mercilessly for a long time. On a couple of occasions he slammed into me, held in place and growled, but then would pull nearly all the way back out, slam into me again, and carry on pounding me as before. I just groaned throughout, completely lost in the pleasure and depravity of it all. Finally he did start showing signs that he was going to blow, and after once again slamming into me and holding still, this time he did not continue fucking. "That's three more for you" he panted. "Three?" I asked, also panting. "Yep boy" he said, a faint grin forming on his face. "Fucked two loads into you and then kept going." Man alive, now that was stamina, especially for an older man. I knew I must be absolutely overflowing with toxic seed by this point. As Tucker pulled out and staggered over to a wooden box to sit down, Grayson and Parker walked up to the sling and undid the restraints. Parker then put his hand out to me to help me get myself up, even giving me a slightly warm smile as he did so. I pulled myself out of the sling, and stretched and shook my legs and arms which had become quite stiff. I could feel a lot of liquid trickling out of my ass, a sure sign that I had been bred well. I wasn't sure if my release from the sling was a sign that the night was over, but Grayson soon let me know when he lay down on his back on the mattress and motioned me to come over. The way he was holding up his cock left me with no doubt what I was expected to do, and so I got down and straddled his body so I could lower myself onto him. After Tucker's efforts my hole was loose and offered barely any resistance as I sank myself down onto Grayson. I bounced up and down a few times, but then felt a hand on my back pushing me forward. I leaned over as I turned my head to see Parker getting onto the mattress as well, and before I had time to process what was happening, I felt his cock starting to prod at my rear end. "Nn" was all I got out of my mouth before he pushed hard against me and slid inside, causing my attempt at the word 'no' to instead become a screaming yelp. I had never been so stretched in my life, and it only got worse as he steadily but firmly pushed the entire length of his cock into me alongside Grayson's. Once he was fully embedded I stopped yelping and just started panting, my head bowed and my eyes closed as I attempted to cope with my first double penetration. To be fair to my fuckers, they let me adjust to it before Parker started to slowly pull in and out, and Grayson occasionally thrust his pelvis as much as he was able to with me on top of him. A low guttural moan started from deep within me as the ache and fullness began to be joined by an overwhelming sense of pleasure, and in time I was urging them both to fuck me harder. Parker slamming himself to the hilt and blowing in me set Grayson off too, and I had both their toxic loads pumping into my guts simultaneously. Once they were done ejaculating the three of us held in place for a while, until Parker pulled himself out and collapsed sideways onto the mattress, which in turn caused Grayson's cock to slip free. I experienced both a relief from the ache as well as a real emptiness, but looking around the room I could tell these guys were spent, at least for a while. I therefore chose to lie myself down on the other side of Grayson for a moment. "That's it boy" said Tucker from across the room. "Rest a bit, 'cause we're not done yet. The night is young, and we've got some more special guests for you soon." Oh man, I thought to myself, this was not what I signed up for. I came here to get fucked and pozzed by Tucker, and instead had been gangbanged by my teammates before enduring an epic gang pozzing from this fucked-up family. What more could they possibly have in store for me? [to be continued]

When I was younger there was a rough trade top I liked playing with at the State Park near my house. He drove a red Pontiac and always wore jeans and a retro t shirt. He looked like one of the guys you see in gay vintage films and magazines. He had longer hair and a mustache plus a deep rumbling voice. The first time I met him, his partner and he, raped me in the pump house. But that's another story. Chris was his name, and he loved risky sex with young bottoms. He thought nothing of pulling me down on his cock on one of many cruisng / hiking trails around the park. One day he had me riding his 10 inch cock, and a young family passed us on the upper trail. He just turned me on my side and reamed me harder. It was all I could do to keep from yelling. One time he fucked me in his car up at the old gravel pit. He was rough because no one could hear me yell when he pummeled me, pulled my, hair, and held my arm behind my back after throwing me to the ground and long dicking me. Another time we fucked at the old abandoned house down the road from my place on the rivers edge. He was waiting on an old mattress wearing a white t shirt, jeans and aviators. I was wearing cut offs and a Union Pacific t shirt, which didn't matter as he quickly tore my clothes off. He forced his cock down my throat. And then he pinned me down and told me he was gonna rape my hole. I was scared of him, but turned on by his masculinity from his dark furry chest to his treasure tail leading to his giant chock. His legs where powerful and furry as well. After he was hard he grabbed me flipped me around on the mattress, and he threw my barley legal legs over my head, and told me he was going to rape my hole and it was gonna hurt. He plunged in with one stroke, and I cried out. He then shoved my under wear in my mouth and slapped me. He fucked me so hard I could not breathe. And he kept punching my chest, slapping my face, and toward the end when he was getting close he squeezed my nuts hard to make me clench my hole on his dick. He came in me raw every time. He and his partner where known for raping young men around the valley. I was no different. I was hooked on rough sex. I always fantasized about the day they took me in the pump house, but I always worried about playing raw. But the sex was good. The man was scary. It was a thrilling ride evertime. One time, riding his cock like a slut in the front of his car, he asked me to come stay with him and his partner. He said they liked tieing guys up, flogging them, and making guys wear rubber. He wanted me to be their slave for a few days. I told him I would think about it. My favorite session with him at the park was in the men's room. It was known for cruising, and he met me in the last stall. I gagged on his dick for a while, and then he turned me around and placed me on his dick tip. He was sitting on the toilet, and he started slowly forcing me down on his 10 inches of thick dom top cock until I felt his pubes grind my smooth ass. He then started picking me up and slamming me down on his cock. About 15 strokes in and we hear gravel crunching outside. We pause with his dick still inside of me. Into the rest room come two police officers. Chris just used his legs to kick mine up to either side of our stall door, put his hand over my mouth and starts fucking me again with the police just feet away. I swear if possible he was harder. I was scared, but turned on. I came hands free, spraying the stall door and the floor. Luckily the cops didn't notice my cum spatter the linoleum. As Chris kept fucking my spasming hole, one of the cops took a piss while the other left. Then the second officer paused to listen, and left as well Chris took his hand off my mouth, and I felt his dick and balls tighten before he coated my innards with his cum, so much it overflowed my hole and ran down my leg. He pinched my nipples hard and gruffly said, " Good job. Boy." I'm not sure what happened to Chris or his partner in crime. But I sure wish I had taken him up to be his slave boy.

When I was in grad school in Northern Idaho there was an older man named Kevin who was infamous for throwing wild parties in Pullman. I was a regular at his house, but naive enough to think there weren't any extra things besides sex going on. One day I went over and Kevin was busy on the phone with someone. He paused the phone long enough to tell me he was busy, but I could go back and use the Washington State University baseball player in the back. I had my curiously piqued, and went back to see what Kevin was talking about. I stripped down to nothing and went into the back bedroom. And there. in the corner, just as Kevin had promised, llaying on a futon was a gorgeous young man with sandy brown hair, a muscular lean build, smooth body yet tan from the sun. He had blue vacant eyes. He was naked folded at the waist with his legs over his head tired to the bed stead. I said hello. He said Hi. Then I kneeled down on the futon already rock hard and sank into the ball player to the hilt in one stroke. He moaned but seemed out of it a bit. I fucked him for at least 30 minutes until I came inside him. Huge spurts. I raised out of him and my cum, and maybe a few other'e loads leaked out of his gaping hole. I lied to him for some reason, and said I wore a condom. He didn't seem to care either way and just said "okay." I said thanks, and zipped up. I saw him again two weeks later, and he was in the same place, same pose. Again i shoved into his tight sleeve until my pubes mashed into his. He made the tiniest of grunts. I pile drived him to get a reaction, and he took the abuse without complaint. I announced I was coming inside him, and he didn't care. I shoved two fingers in his cummy hole and put them in his mouth and he cleaned them off without complaint. I made him clean my dick off and I said thank you and left the beautiful ball player in the position I found him in. I asked Kevin what was up, and he said the guy owed him some money. I didn't suspect anything but kinky play at the time, but now I am pretty sure my buddy was dealing and the guy owed him money. Win. Win. For me.

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

Well guys I hope you enjoy this.... How it happened - part 2 “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. “I think you’re going to be very popular,” he chuckled at me, when he saw me slip my hand down between my legs and start to play with my cum-covered hole. “Time for some more fuck smoke, wish you could meet my friend Mr. T, but we’ll save that for next time when I know you are going to be stay a whole weekend,” he smirked at me. I hesitantly asked, “You want to see me again,” I needed that big cock back inside me the worst way. I seriously don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t wanted to fuck, I mean see me again. I should have been concerned, I had just taken my first raw cock and load, but instead of jumping up to expel his jizz, I pulled my gaping hole wide open to show him. I wanted him back inside me NOW, and this was the best way I could think of asking him to pump another load deep inside my ass. “Oh, don’t worry babe, I’ve got plenty more for your hot lil’ boy pussy,” he smirked slipping two thick fingers inside, just long enough to start me moaning and humping back against his hand. “We’re going fuck for a long-time boy,” he chuckled pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean. “It’s fuck smoke break time, then back to using my cumdump’s boy pussy. You’re my lil’ cumslut fuck toy boy aren’t you babe?” All I could do was smile and nod back to the sweat-covered man who had just introduced me to the pleasures of raw cock. There wasn’t anything about him I didn’t like. He handed me the glass pipe again, as well as the lighter. I flicked the lighter and began to inhale, as I rocked the pipe slowly. I started to hand the pipe back to him, but he shook his head no and told me to finish the rock, while he went to the bedroom to do something. I forgot he was even gone, while I smoked the white rock. By the time he returned I had finished the rock. I never wanted fucked as much as I did at that moment. I NEEDED him inside me now, even more than the first time he sunk his beautiful 8-plus inch cock inside me. “Oh, ya boy, you’re tweaked out of you fuckin’ mind now,” he laughed stroking his hard cock. A thick black ring now encased the base of his cock, while another even thicker one encircled his ball-sack above his balls. His cock looked like a truly potent weapon now and I wanted it inside me in the worse way. He grabbed me by the cock and led me up a couple of steps into his bedroom. There were two camcorders on tripods pointed at the king-sized four-posted bed, one pointing down from the head of the bed, and the other aimed from a bottom corner of the bed. I was puzzled to see only a black plastic sheet on the bed, with several pillows also covered with black plastic. In an alcove, there was a leather swing-like device. “Up bitch, and assume the position,’ he commanded me, slapping the bed with his hand. I normally would have turned and grabbed my clothes and left, if anyone before had ever thought to speak to me like that, but I found myself hopping up on his bed and positioned my ass towards him. All I could think of was his incredible cock fucking me again. I wanted him to fill me with another load of his jizz. I knew intellectually I shouldn’t, but the feel of his raw cock fucking and then exploding deep inside me was the most incredible sex I’d ever had in my life. I NEEDED him to do it again and again and again. I couldn’t believe how horny I was for his dick and jizz. “You’re a good lil’ cumslut boy, aren’t you?” he chuckled turning me slightly so my coming fuck would be captured for posterity. “You’re going to show everyone what a good lil’ bitch slut you are, right babe?” He asked me right before slapping my ass hard, and making me moan in pleasure, as he climbed up on the bed. He spent the next several minutes teasing my hole with his amazing cock, but never pushed all the way back in. Only just far enough to let me know how much my ass missed him inside me. I was begging before the first minute even passed. I begged and promised to do anything, so long as he fucked me again. He encouraged me to talk dirty and nasty, while begging for his dick. He teased me asking if I would let him knock my ass up again if he fucked me. I was so desperate for his cock, I promised he could always knock up my boy cunt anytime he fucked me. I would never have him wrap up when he wanted inside my boy pussy. At this point I would have promised anything to get him to fuck me again. I’d never in my life imagined being this horny. Once my promises had been secured he slammed in balls deep in a single thrust. I moaned loudly, as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He began to long dick me repeatedly, more often, than not pulling completely out before ramming back in so hard our balls smacked together loudly. Sweat poured from both of us, as he used me all over the bed. We did every imageable position possible. Many I had only seen in hardcore, slutty sex. Honestly, I don’t think I could even remember the total number of times I jizzed. I think maybe four times, I know he came at least five times total, before I finally could not fuck anymore. He pulled a sheet over me, but not both taking a bunch of pictures and used one of the camcorders to do a close-up of my heaving, sweat-drenched, cum-covered body and my gaping, leaking cum-filled hole. “You look so fuckin’ hot babe,” he smiled leaning down to kiss me passionately. “Get some rest, I have a few things to do before I join you there for a rest,” he smiled at me. As he walked away from the bed and back down the stairs to the living room I heard “Welcome to the Jungle” start playing, followed by him answering his cell phone as I started to doze off. “HEY! I take it you liked round one’s live stream,” he chuckled. I wanted to hear more of his conversation since it seemed to be about me, but I was too exhausted. I did hear him continue talking as I slipped into sand land. “Oh, fuck ya, he is, wait ‘til you see the vid after I have it edited for the site. He’s a natural, plus he promised to take on all of my friends raw, if I promised to keep knocking his ass up,” he laughed, loudly. “Nah, he not local, he’s a fresh piece of Hopkins ass.” When I woke up, I found myself still horny, but still tired from all the sex. It then hit me everything I had done the night before. I had gone home with a guy I barely knew and let him fuck me raw. In fact, I had begged him to fuck me and give me his loads. What had I done? I had seriously fucked up bigtime. I would make sure I never let that happen again. I couldn’t let myself be so careless. Suddenly I felt strong arms pulling me close to a warm, naked body. “Afternoon babe,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear as I felt a hard, thick cock make contact with my still slightly sore hole. Before I could say anything, he pushed steadily forward burying his raw cock back inside me. My body shuddered as it accepted readily the thick, hard cock sliding inside my still cum-slicked hole. I couldn’t help myself as I began to massage his incredible cock with my muscles. I helped his entry by pushing back to take even more of the cock, which had taught me the joys of bareback sex. No matter how wrong it was I couldn’t deprive myself or him of the pleasures we enjoyed. “Fuck your ass feels so good on my cock,” he purred into my ear. My only response was to moan and grind against his smooth groin. “Yeah, you missed this didn’t you?” He asked me as he began to long-dick me. “Yes,” I moaned softly, not believing I was letting him fuck me bareback yet again. He just felt so good inside me, I wanted him to just keep fucking me. “Yeah, I knew the first time I saw you on the dancefloor you were a nasty lil’ cumslut,” he whispered in my ear as he licked it, making moan and squirm. “We’re going to have so much fun together, babe,” he hissed in my ear, rabbit fucking me hard. “I’m going to teach and show you so much my lil’ cumslut boy,” he said rolling me on to my hands and knees and continued his assault on my ass. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face up, “Look! How hot you look getting fucked, you were meant to be used like this babe,” he grunted to me as I looked at myself in the mirror above the headboard. I did look hot, though I seriously looked like a slut as he continued to long dick me. He knew how to dominate me and turn me on like no one else I’d ever been with. I was indeed his to use as he wanted for as long as he wanted. I was so conflicted about what was happening to me, but my hidden kinky, slutty side seamed totally in control. I wanted his load inside me. “Br…bre…breed me,” I finally panted out, knowing how wrong it was, but knowing how good it felt. I wanted to feel his big, thick cock pulse inside me again. I would deal with the consequences later, now I just needed his jizz and badly. He smiled toothily at me in the mirror, as he smacked my ass and began long-dicking me completely pulling all the way out before slam back in hard. His sweat-drenched balls smacked hard against my own, which just made the sex even better if that was possible. I was ready to climax again as he thrust back in hitting my prostrate. I saw stars as I fired my load on the black plastic sheet beneath me. “FUCK! SHIT! YES!” he shouted as he thrust inside one last time and flooded my insides. I could feel his load begin to leak out my hole as he slowly withdrew, before slamming back in. He repeated this several times, which in turn made me leak more cum out of my own semi-hard penis. He finally pulled out and drove his mouth into my freshly fucked my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on my freshly shot load. All I could do was moan and take his incredible rimming. When he finally seemed satisfied, he forcefully flipped me over and moved up to kiss me. As I opened my mouth he opened his and released the loads he had eaten out of me into my mouth. Before I could do anything about it he grabbed my head with his hands, beginning passionately kissing me sharing his jizz with me until after what seemed an eternity I had eaten and swallowed everything he had fucked into me over the night. “Well babe,” he said smiling down at me, “I guess we better get you cleaned up so you can get a little rest before classes in the morning. I hope you didn’t have any unfinished homework,” he chuckled. “What time is it?” I asked not knowing how long we’d been at this. “It’s about eight Sunday night,” he chuckled. We’ve had a lot of fun all day.” “WHAT! It’s that late, shit my friends will be wondering what happened,” I said sitting up with a panicked look. “Shhhh…Babe it’s okay, you can catch a bus back to school a couple blocks from here and will be back in no time.” He smiled reassuringly at me. Hop in the shower and get cleaned up,” he said ushering me into the bedroom behind his bedroom. “I’d join you in the shower, but then you might not get home ‘til Wednesday,” he smirked giving me a kiss. I climbed in the hot shower and enjoyed the feel of the water pounding against me. I don’t know how long I was in there, but I felt completely refreshed though still tired after my experiences of sex with this man I still didn’t know his name. I had spent almost a complete day with this guy and still didn’t know his name. The black plastic sheet was no longer on the bed, instead a blood red set of sheets were exposed. My clothes lay on the bed, and I could hear him down in the living room/ kitchen area doing something. I realized as I dressed my underwear was missing. I got dressed anyway, because I really did need to get back to Hopkins. I walked down the steps to the living area to get my shoes, he was coming out of the kitchen area with a bottle of Gatorade. I couldn’t believe how sex he looked standing there in skin-tight black jeans, and nothing else but a slouchie beanie. He shot me a big grin. “There’s my babe,” he said pulling me into a tight hug and then a kiss. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Hey, did you see my underwear down here somewhere?” I asked looking around. He laughed, “Yeah I kept it as a souvenir of our first date, besides I like my boys to freeball,” he smiled back at me. “You want to see me again?” I asked suddenly excited someone wanted to date me. “Fuck ya babe, I want to see a whole lot more of you,” he said leaning down and kissing me hard, as he gripped my ass. “I have so much I want to experience with you,” he whispered into my ear. I boned up instantly in his arms, and I could tell he was boned as well. I was excited at the thought of finally having a boyfriend, and a sexy one at that. “It’s finally gotten colder, and I know you weren’t wearing a coat, so you can borrow one of mine until you come down this coming Friday. I’m having a small get together with some close friends and I’d love you to meet them. Bring whatever you need for the weekend and you can go back Sunday. How does that sound?” He said opening a closet door and pulling out an expensive looking black leather jacket with a gold embroidered scorpion on the upper left side. “You can wear this and bring it back on Friday,” he said with a smirk. “Thanks,” I started to say, but stopped and looked sheepishly at him. “I’m sorry I forgot your name,” I said softly, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t get angry, but rather started laughing. “You didn’t forget it,” he said grinning. “You were too horny to even care, which made things more fun,” pulling me into another kiss. “I’m Michael,” he paused briefly looking at me before leaning done to my ear and whispering, “And you’re Ian, my lil’ cumslut boy.” He opened the door and unlocked the door grate to let me leave. It certainly way colder than it had been the night before. I was glad Michael had loaned me his jacket. I couldn’t wait to see him again. My new boyfriend, as I walked towards the bus stop to take me back to Hopkins. I was on cloud nine.

Damn, now I have incentive to go. Let’s party up. I *can* take your big paws! And will share my loads!

😍 We are all humans, some have nicer tan and softer skin than others. Being a photographer working with RAW digital imagery also dated very dark tan men. If we look closely, all humans are a shade of orangish brown. Through many years of conditioning the human mind, there has been some kind of disconnect between the true colors of humans. Get two pieces of paper, one black and one white, not a single human will match either shade if we look closely and think. If we all embrace each other, stop the labels, and help others understand we are all human without violence. Many will say things I don't like, but I'm not going to blame them for my own personal emotions, because it's wrong. I will speak up and state I didn't like it without throwing a temper tantrum. Too many labels for too much control & conditioning! Run a few searches (is black a color?), and you find many of the answers are different. World Atlas: When speaking in more technical terms from a scientific perspective, black is defined simply as a lack of light. Since it's impossible to see anything without light, we can't describe black as a color. According to this approach, what we perceive as black is not the actual black, but just a very dark hue. Wikipedia: Black is a racialized classification of people, usually a political and skin color-based category for specific populations with a mid- to dark brown complexion. Not all people considered "black" have dark skin; in certain countries, often in socially based systems of racial classification in the Western world, the term "black" is used to describe persons who are perceived as dark-skinned compared to other populations. Talk about the bad education of the Western world!

My thoughts and prayers go out to all American users... Did I do it right?

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Total cum slut here, will take any load no questions asked, but only since being on Prep. Love BB and crave being bred. I was taking more and more risks before Prep was available, the addiction is real but I was lucky and never converted.

I can't remain silent any more. I respect everyone's opinion but a few points: 1. Asian men are fetishized. I am an Asian man, and I have been fetishized by white guys, black guys, latino guys, and even other Asian guys. So, now you know. Asian men may be subject to fetishes just like any other racial/ethnic group. Plus, it's not a competition to see which gender is "fetishized" more. If it's a minimal percentage, does it make it okay or right? I only speak for myself, a person who is gay and of East Asian descent but I have run into plenty of guys who fetishized me. Sometimes its harmless, sometimes its admittedly harmful and has made me feel like shit. I've found it to be inappropriate, almost certainly racist, and typically founded from some level of societal privilege. 2. I love reading profiles that include some form of "No Asians." That's partial truth in that to me its a revelation of the kind of person they are. But, it's also intriguing because I wonder what in their life had led them to the conclusion that writing such a statement is at all appropriate. And, it's also sarcasm for obvious reasons. And, in a way, "no asians" guys are fetishisizing Asian guys, if you think about it. 3. On one hand, I find it quite funny that someone makes statements on behalf of another racial or ethnic group to which they are seemingly not a member. On the other hand, I find it to be a sad statement on where things stand on race issues in the United States. I've been Asian my entire life. I haven't lived a day of my life as a white man, a black man, a Native American man, etc. I might imagine what a "day in the life" of a man of another racial or ethnic group may be like, but I would never try to state, whether as a belief or a fact, what an actual lived experience has been like for those guys. 4. To the original poster of this story, I hope that you continue to contribute to BZ, and that this dialogue does not deter you. I've read what you wrote, and I was taken aback reading the sentence where you used the term "Mandingo." Given the context and your phrasing, I thought to myself, "this guy thinks that black people are less." I am uncertain if your goal was to evoke such a viewpoint from a reader, but I thought I'd share what ran through my head. 5. Racism exists everywhere on our planet, and although the conversation in this forum (including my comment here) may seem to place people into two camps "white guys" vs. "everyone else," please know that I understand that racism is not unique to any one race or ethnic group. And I'm not condemning the OP or any commenter on this thread. The TL;DR version? To quote Avenue Q, "We're all a little bit racist." Cheers!

Chapter 2: A Perfect Couple We quickly loaded the dryer and headed to our bed. We had not washed the comforter on it yet, but figured we'd just get it cummy and sweaty anyway. Our time in the bed was quite romantic. We laid side by side with Marc's cum still dripping from my ass. We started deep kissing and running our hands through each other's hair. I started to nibble on Marc ear, which I've not done before, but he loved it. My tongue slowly entered his ear and although already semi hard, Marc's cock rose to full attention. I didn't want him to cum just yet, so i moved my mouth to his neck. My first thought was it would be cool to give him a hickey. Marc moaned in pleasure as I sucked on his neck. Marc changed it up some, pulling away from me, and started to lick and suck my nipples. He knew this always got me going. I had been working on enlarging my nipples with clamps and suckers, hoping they would one day be like my step dads. Marc knew me well, and before I came, he moved away from my nipples, gently kissing my stomach on a trail to my balls. He gently took them in his mouth and started sucking on them. Occasionally taking his mouth off of them, and running his tongue up and down my pre cum covered cock. I then moved away, putting us into a 69 position. The best part of this was that we both exploded in each other's mouths ar the same time. We continued to make out and cuddle in bed. I told Marc i was so happy that things developed like they did. He agreed, saying he had always dreamed of the first time we fucked, but never imagined himself wanting to be pozzed by me. I asked if he had any regrets, and he said only one. It was that I hadnt pozzed him sooner. I asked him why he felt that way, and he said just look at us now. Laying in bed sharing our intimate moments together. Making love, not just having sex. He said he wasn't sure if it was the power of the poz Brotherhood or how we had progressed from being experimental friends to true lovers. I said i think it's a little of both, and he agreed. The buzzer went off on the dryer, and we retrieved the warm sheets from it. We put them on the bed, and threw the comforter over us, grinding our cocks together. Somehow we didn't make love though. I asked Marc where he wanted to take things. He said he truly enjoyed moments like this, but knew we both liked piggy play with each other as well as others. I agreed saying once we were settled, and the playroom was complete, I was sure we would have plenty pig sex with other college guys who couldn't host in their dorm rooms. I then asked Marc if he had thought of becoming a father himself. He said he had thought about it, but unsure. He said he has seen how it had changed our lives for the better, but didn't want to strain the relationship we had. I assured him it wouldn't, but respected any decision he made. Marc asked the same of me, and I said I was also uncertain. I suggested we just let the Honeymoon continue, and decide later.

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.

For me that's what I'm looking for. I hooked up with a 19 yo a couple of years ago ... came in less than 5 minutes but it didn't take him 5 minutes to get hard and ready to go again. He came in me 23 times in one night.

Part 4: Bridge to depravity I was flying high. The guy was fingering my while I just laid there next to him. My ass was incredibly loose. I felt him deeply, like every sensation was elevated to a point where it was almost overwhelming. I loved the sensation, but I was craving dick. I wanted dick. I wanted to be used, abused, and filled. I was going to get more of what I wanted. “How long you here for? You got this place completely to yourself?” The guy was asking me questions, but I couldnt respond very well. I was too out of it. I just groaned something like yes, alone, and till Tuesday. “Good. We got time then.” He shifted off the bed, pulling his fingers out of my ass, and I heard him walk out of the room. I couldnt do much but lay there. I was too fucked up to do more. My soft cock was cold in my cummy jock, but I kept gyrating on the bed. I was cock crazed and wanted more. He returned a few moments later and he grabbed my arms roughly and spun me around. I was now laying across the bed, with my head slight over one side, and my legs and ass at the other end, pointing up. He slapped my ass hard. “Gotta get your ready for the rest of the day!” I felt him fasten something against my arms, then my arms being pulled roughly to the ground and then taught, like I was tied to the bed’s legs. Then he followed with the legs. I was now spead eagle, ass up, and tied to the bed. I couldnt fight if I wanted to and I wasnt particularly unhappy, but somewhere, my brain new I was now in very dangerous territory. But just as I thought that, I pictured Trev getting filled with raw stranger cock and I instantly felt electricity course through me. I felt purpose. I felt desire. I felt needed. The top walked around and shoved his softening cock in my mouth and placed his fingers in my ass again. “First one is almost here. I put your address up on a few sites. We are going to whore you out. I might as well make a bit of money off of this venture. Slut.” He pulled out of my mouth, grabbed my neck and jaw roughly, and then placed a cup up to my lips. “Open. Swallow.” I did. He poured a salty liquid into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow. I gagged and coughed a bit, but I couldnt take much time for myself, as he shoved his dick right back in my mouth. As he did, I heard music start playing. The scene was set. I was going to be the druggy cumdump bottom for his wildest fantasies. I heard the doors open, followed by a voice. Things were hazy, I felt in and out of it. Time didnt seem to follow in a logical rational way. It felt like moments later I was being filled with a cock. I didnt even notice clothes being removed. I heard more voices. I felt cocks being removed, then put in, and it seemed like cocks were in rotation. I heard grunting and chatter between the music and other sounds. I felt really wet like my ass and crotch were soaked in fluids. I knew it was jizz, but I didnt care. I heard his voice next to my ear. “You are getting used by so many strangers. YOu have taken at least 5 loads already. How does that feel, slut?” I could only groan. Time went on like this for a while, until suddenly it seemed to be over. I was in and out of it. I noticed my hands were no longer tied, nor were my feet. I was free on the bed, but still blindfolded. I also didnt feel as fucked up. I felt warm and raw, but not high in the same way. I reached up and pulled my blindfold off. The room was mostly the same as when everything started, a few water bottles around and the bed was definitely messed up. Sheets were soaked and the room smelled of sex, but otherwise, things were okay. On the nightstand there was a piece of paper and a small bag. I opened up the paper. It was a message, presumably from the most recent top I invited over. “Hey slut, great job tonight. There are some treats in the bag and some money for your time. The guys loved you.Message me when you wake up for your next instructions. Dont forget. I know where you live and have copied a lot of your contact details. If you don’t message me and follow instructions, I am sending pictures of you getting used to everyone’s contact information. Mom, dad, friends, family, co-workers. Dont let that happen.” Wow, did things ever get out of hand. I could have left, I could have done something else, but I opened my phone and texted. “Hi, just waking up. What are my instructions?” Things have gotten way out of hand.

They opened the door and there stood a huge black guy. He looked like a pro football linebacker. He had to be 6.5 feet tall and was solid muscle. He stepped into the room and shut the door as the other guys left. I was standing over by the desk in the room and had poured a few shots of the Everclear into my glass while the guys were getting ready to leave. I didn’t bother to mix anything with it and as I drank it down I could feel the burn. The black guy said his name was James. He looked to be in his late 30s. He said that he hoped that the previous guys hadn’t worn me out as he was looking forward to shooting a couple of loads up my ass. He began to get undressed as I got my popper bottle and began taking hits from it. I told him that my hole was hungry for cock and it was his to use for his pleasure. As he took his shirt off I just starred in awe at the mass of muscle this guy had. I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to. This guy could crush me if he wanted to. His abs rippled as he began to undo his belt and my hole began to twitch in anticipation. James suggested that I drink a few more shots of alcohol as I was probably going to need it. I was already quite drunk and high from the alcohol, Vicodin and poppers but I thought why not. As I dropped a couple of ice cubes into the empty glass and then filled it with the Everclear, James explained that he was not gay. He was into women and had no interest in sucking or even playing with a guy. The problem was that most women would not let him fuck them. A guy was just a willing hole to dump his load in. I had taken a couple sips of my drink and was about to ask James why women wouldn’t let him fuck them, when he undid his pants and began to take them off. I almost spit out the mouthful of alcohol as his cock came into view! His cock was still soft, but the head dangled between his knees. It had to be 12” long. As I gulped down the alcohol in my mouth I gave a little gasp. “It will grow another inch as it gets hard. When fully hard it is just over 13” and 2 ½” across. Most women can’t even take just the head, let alone the full length. But you are going to feel every inch of it in your ass, so you better drink up.” I knew that his monster was going to tear my hole wide open. Yet my cock was bobbing up and down as if saying, YES. YES. I downed the rest of the alcohol in my glass and then grabbed my popper bottle and moved over to the bed. As James finished undressing he walked over to the foot of the bed. I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth, but he pushed me away. “The only hole I am interested in is your boy pussy. Now hand me the lube.” He applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and began stroking it which caused to rapidly begin to harden. Within a minute, he was fully erect. I just watched in awe as I kept taking one hit of poppers after another. James then told me to lean over the edge of the bed with my ass up. As I did he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a can of Maximum Impact which he quickly sprayed onto one of the towels that were on the bed. I took one last hit of poppers and then capped my bottle. “You are going to need a little of this while I get the head in”, James said as he reached around me and held the towel to my nose. I could feel the head of his cock slide between my cheeks. As the head found my opening I exhaled and then buried my face in the towel James held in front of me and then inhaled deeply. I only lost consciousness for about 30 seconds, but that was enough for James to get the head in. When I regained consciousness, I became aware of this huge fullness. I felt like my insides had been stretched to their max. I felt him press a little bit further into me and with the pressure against my prostate, I became aware of a steady stream of fluid emanating from my cock. James continued to slowly work his cock further into me using short but firm strokes. When he got about 8 inches into me pleasure began to turn to pain. The combination of my insides being torn up the night before and the thickness of his cock, the pain became too much and I asked him to stop. James pulled his cock out apologizing for hurting me. I assured him it was okay. As the head popped out of my hole I suddenly felt empty. James noticed some red streaks along his cock and again began to apologize. I told him that it excited me that he had stretched me that far as I went and got a wet washcloth for him to clean his cock with. As he cleaned up an idea came to me. I asked him if he wanted to hang around for a little bit as I would like to try again. James said he doubted we would have any more success but if I wanted to try he would stick around. I poured him a drink and he sat down in the easy chair in the room. I brought up some straight porn on my computer for us to watch as I dug in my shave kit for my bottle of Oxycontin. Knowing that I was still high from all the alcohol and the Vicodin I had taken, I was hoping that the half a tablet of Oxy would be enough. Grinding it up I put it into a glass and added about three shots of the Everclear. I explained to James what I was doing as I sucked the mixture into a syringe and then injected it as far up my ass as it would go. I immediately felt the burn of the alcohol, but soon the warmth of the Oxy took over. Then I poured myself a drink that was mostly alcohol and sat down to watch the porn with James while I waited for the Oxy to take effect. As we watched the porn, James slowly stroked his massive cock, keeping it erect. I played with mine as well, although between not taking any Cialis and all the alcohol my erection was beginning to subside. James said he was single, as most women wanted nothing to do with him once they saw the size of his cock. He admitted that it really was a curse having that large a cock. Although he did enjoy playing with it. It had been almost 4 years since he had been with a woman and that one would only jerk him off. I felt sorry for him which only made me more determined to get him fully in my ass. We had been watching the porn and talking for about 20 minutes and I had three more drinks to his one. I was now very drunk and very high. The video we were watching ended so I brought up another one. This one was a gay one with a big black cock fucking a white guy. I fast forwarded through the beginning until the point that the fucking began. As the video started playing, I noticed James’ cock got a little harder and he was stroking it a little faster. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed and began taking nonstop hits from my popper bottle. I noticed that James’ cock was beginning to leak precum which he rubbed around the head. A few more hits of poppers and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was now or never. I laid back on the bed with my butt cheeks on the edge. I spotted the can of Maximum Impact that James had brought and sprayed some onto a towel. I looked over at James who was now watching me and said, “Come fuck me with that massive cock. I want every inch of it in me!” Walking over to the bed, James bent down and lifted my feet up, hoisting them up until they were on his shoulders. Then he poured some lube onto his cock and lined it up with my hole. As I felt the head press against me, I held the towel to my nose and inhaled deeply. I felt my eyes roll back as my hole opened accepting his head inside. With steady pressure James quickly slid 8” into me. I tried my best to push back against him feeling his cock hit resistance. Putting the towel back over my nose and mouth, I again inhaled deeply. Suddenly I felt my internal organs shifting around inside of me and the last 5 inches of James’ cock slid in. I felt his massive ball sac slap against my ass cheeks as he hit bottom. The look on his face was pure heaven. He asked me if I was okay and I told him I was more than okay. Looking down at my stomach I could see the bulge created by his cock buried deep inside me. He slowly pulled out a couple of inches and then pushed back in, slowly at first but then a little faster. As his strokes got faster, he began pulling out further each time and slamming back in harder. His grip around my legs kept me from being pushed away. I grabbed my popper bottle and took a few more hits and then I heard myself saying, “Pound my ass with your fuck meat. Ruin my hole. Permanently stretch it so it never closes again.”. Even though my cock was no longer erect, a steady stream of cum was running out of it, coating my stomach. I could tell from his facial expression that James was getting close to cumming. I wondered how his balls weren’t in pain from the force they were slapping against me. I tried to tighten my hole and milk James’ cock but I couldn’t. He was now pulling out about 10 inches on each stroke and then jack hammering back into me. Suddenly he stiffened and buried his cock all the way in me and held it there. I could feel the pulsing begin and see the bulge in my stomach going up and down in perfect timing with his contractions. And then I felt it unleash a huge volume of cum coating my insides. As the contractions slowed to a stop, James said that he had never cum like that in his life. I told him neither had I as I looked at my own cum that had been forced out of my prostate coating my stomach and chest. After he had recovered from his orgasm he withdrew his shrinking cock from my hole. I expected to feel my insides and my hole begin to contract, but I didn’t. As James lowered my legs and stepped away, I reached down and felt my hole. It was still wide open with a steady stream of cum mixed with blood running out of it. James again asked if I was going to be okay and I reassured him. I just lay there in post coital bliss as he headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back, he said that he had never experienced anything like this before. He had shot every bit of cum he had in me and didn’t think he would be able to get it up again for a week. We both laughed. As he began to get dressed, I told him that I had thoroughly enjoyed it and that I would love to get together with him again sometime. He agreed and gave me his phone number before he said goodbye and left. I looked over to the clock on the nightstand and saw it was 4AM. I checked to be sure the door was locked and then crawled into the bed and passed out.