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Double Ass Up So I was on one of those location based phone apps... You know which one. I saw a profile on there which had a nice looking ass with a cream pie dripping out of it. I sent a message complimenting him "Nice creampie, I love taking them too". He replies back "Thanks, you have a nice ass too". I asked him "You on PrEP?". His reply "Nope". Me "Me neiter. You're going to get knocked up!". Him "Probably." Me "Me too". He says "I'm hosting in my motel room, if you can split it with me you can come over and take some loads too". Me "Sounds great, what hotel and room number?" He sends me the number so I take a quick shower, get cleaned out and head over, it's only a couple miles away over along IH35. When I get there he lets me in, the room is dark and we leave the door proped open with the little bar thing. I strip down like he is, just to jock underwear and we both get up on the bed ass up. It doesn't take long before we hear the door open and shadows enter the room. I feel a hand rub my ass and I can see that his is also being checked out. Two tops. Very soon I hear him groan out in pleasure and a grunt from his top guy and I know he's getting it. I also feel fingers checking out my already lubed hole. They pull out then I feel the head of my top guy's dick sliding in my ass crack until it pushes inside causing me to groan out as well and my top guy to give his own grunt. Then all I can hear is moans and groans and flesh slapping. I'm feeling nothing but pleasure as the big dick pounding me is rubbing my prostate just right making my little cock drip into my jock. All of a sudden my top stops and pulls out. "Switch?" he asks the other top. I hear the other top grunt out "OK" and he stops. I feel them moving around behind us and suddenly my hole is stretched wider than it has ever been and the big dick just keeps pushing in until I feel wiry pubes on my cheeks. I can't help but moan out because it burns a little, like a dick hasn't done in me in a long time. Very soon I feel him pull back out and then he pushes in hard and fast so I can feel is massive balls smack my taint and then he really goes to town. Both tops are pounding us like crazy. The room is filled with the sounds and smells of raw man sex. I'm interrupted by my head being pulled up by my hair a dick in my face which I accept into my mouth. More tops have showed up. It's going to be a good night. Soon I feel the huge dick in my ass start to throb and the guy pushes all the way in and holds it there as I feel jet after jet of hot cum being pumped deep inside me. I head the other bottom's top guy growl out "take my poz load you slut!". My top guy whispers in my ear "you just got a 5 day high VL load too". Before I can even process that, the guy that was in my mouth has pulled out and is moving behind me. I have a chance to look around a little and I see there must be a dozen guys standing around stroking themselves and getting ready to use both of us. And they do. One after another until the wee hours of the morning. After the last ones leave both myself and the other bottom guy are left laying together on the bed in puddles of cum, with dried cum spots all over each of us, and our holes gaping and drippng seed. I ask him "how many loads do you think we took?" He says he personally lost count after 14, and he was sure I took as many as he did. That sounded true to me too. We took turns rinsing off and getting dressed and then left, exchanging mobile numbers. A couple weeks later I got a text from him saying "We should do that again soon" I texted back "Hell yes, but I won't need to be worried about being impregnated next time". I'd been to the clinic and got my results. He texted me "Me either, my pregnancy test just came back Pozitive". We made arrangements to do it again... Looking forward to it this Friday.

Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real people are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental harm, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English/American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 3: The ambush (Offtopic: I apologize for the delay, but work and family must come before the hobby). So, where were we? Oh, right, at the bathroom encounter of Karel and Sven, and how my brother stole a dirty load from my best friend that was meant for me. So Karel came naked and wet down the stairs to the first floor, and crept as quietly as he could, jerking his cock to my room. He very quietly opened the sliding door, and listened to see if I was really asleep. When he was sure, he opened the door completely, and didn't even bother to close it again. Since it was very warm, I slept in just retro shorts, no comforter, and as almost always, on my stomach, ass up. I think this actually simplified Karel's plan. Karel, dripping with wetness, continuing to jerk off slowly, crept over to my desk, and grabbing my craft scissors from the top, came over to my bed. In the meantime, my brother had also arrived in the doorway to my room, and was watching the situation. So Karel crept to my bed, crawled carefully on it, and cut with the scissors very carefully the sides of my retro shorts, waved briefly my brother closer, gave him the scissors and whispered to him to put them back on the desk, and then quietly sit down on the office chair. I didn't notice anything because I slept like a rock. Why? I'm usually a light sleeper, and I wake up even when Sven goes to the fridge at night, and my door is firmly closed. Sven obeyed Karel's instructions, and when Karel saw that I didn't move, he continued with his work. He simply folded away the back of my retroshorts, dribbled some of the lube he had brought between my ass cheeks, and spread it on and inside my hole with his index finger. Even with these touches, I strangely didn't wake up. Karel grinned devilishly at my brother, while he was still jerking his cock, kneeling over me, and opened my hole with his other hand. First with one finger, then came some special lubricant again, then with two fingers for a while, then lubricant again, and then with three fingers. Karel apparently had practice opening holes. Finally, after a good 20 minutes of his finger work, he was satisfied, and whispered to Sven, "Your brother's ass cunt is prepared, kneel in front of the edge of the bed, and watch carefully as my poison cock will penetrate naked, and I will give him his first load." Sven obeyed, and looked totally horny, but also jealous of the cock he wanted so much inside him, and my hole. Inch by inch Karel pushed his wand into my asshole, there was no resistance on my part, I was still sleeping like a rock, even when Karel had completely sunk his cock into me, I didn't wake up. Karel started fucking me very carefully, but after 10 times out and in he buried himself completely again and started convulsing. Exhausted, he climbed off me and whispered to Sven, "Viral load one is planted. Do you want to clean my cock?" But Sven was so horny that he didn't hear, or didn't want to hear what Karel had just asked him, my brother immediately climbed up on my bed, and sank his cock into my hole. He lasted maybe a minute, no way longer, and finally shot a mega load into my stretched hole. Sven also quickly got off my bed, looked at Karel, and immediately took care of his cock. After Karel's cock was clean, Karel finally took care of Sven's cock as well. Both whispered to the other at the same time, "A sperm load should never be wasted." What's next? Well the weekend is still young, we'll see in the next episode.

I was so high and horny about a month ago on way back from flip fucking with a buddy that I ventured to an area know to be cruisy near me. It was under a bridge. I ventured under with fear and excitement and stood there wacking off. I suddenly heard this voice asking if I wanted a smoke. So I walked over with some fear to where a guy was sitting outside his tent. He was very attractive. Not what I expected. French Canadian and friendly to boot. Before you knew it I was asking him if he was gay. He said he was a bi top. I told him I am gay and vers and that I was very horny. He smoked some more and then the lighter stopped working so I bent over to grab mine out of my knapsack which I .had placed on the ground beside me. Suddenly I felt his hand grab my ass. Before you knew it he had pulled my track pants down and turn me so that my already lubed hole facd him. He then proceeded to gently shove his rather large cock in my hole while I took some poppers. I was so turned on and horned up that I let him pound harder and harder in my hole. Then suddenly he let out a very loud series of grunts while I could feel his cock pulsing and shooting a very large load in my hole. He said that he hadnt come in a while and really needed that. I almost came that minute but wasnt able to. I told him as much, so he said that hopefully there will be another chance and that he would wait till I cam too. i havent been back since but one night I will check it out again. Perhaps bringa buddy who is as much of a pig,

Chapter 6: School Is In Session! Although we were not Freshmen, Marc and I enrolled in the class. We both decided not to let anyone know we were partners. Much to our suprise, Dean was also in the class. As you may recall, Dean was our FTM Jock pussy. The professor started off the first class with introductions. He said they would not be the normal introductions. He said that at all times he expected the entire class to be open and honest. He said their would be absolutely no hate or feelings to be expressed at any time in his class. He said that if anyone ever felt uncomfortable they were free to withdraw from the class without penalty. He started to hand everyone a sheet of paper with all of the students first names on them. A last initial was only included if there were duplicate names. He indicated there was some room to add notes on each individual if we desired. He said not to loose the list, as it wouldn't be provided again. Before he started introductions he asked for a show of hands on who was questioning their sexuality, bi, gay or straight. There was a good mix of total responses. He started off by saying he was bi, but actually leaned more to the gay side. He asked us not to say sexual roles such as top bottom or verse if gay at this time. He started going around the room with introductions, and I've never seen so many taking notes in a class before! Even those I perceived as straight were taking notes. I was anxiously awaiting to hear what the nerdy guy, Dave, had to say. He had been taking copious notes, and although very nerdy, especially with those black rimmed glasses and slicked back hair, he definitely caught my eye! Sure enough Dave said he was straight but questioning. Just what I wanted to hear! I knew he would take time, but was hopeful! Interesting also was when it was Dean's turn to introduce himself, he used his female name Lauren. You could see lots of the class changing that on the sheet, along with some puzzled looks! 8 All in all there were a few interesting prospects in the class. The professor reminded us despite the class having a reputation of simply being a hook up class, it was a serious class. He reminded everyone that at times hook ups led to educational opportunities though. He said that if any resulted and we felt like discussing them in class we were more than welcome, however there were not to be any names or indications of who they were with. He also said that if anyone ended up in a relationship to keep it out of the classroom. He did add that he was already aware of a discreet couple in the class. The professor indicated that we would be taking several optional field trips during the summer, and that if anyone had any ideas to let him know in private. He did indicate that some could be places where sex is known to happen, but no sex would be allowed during class time. They were simply to show us different places where sex can take place. He did indicate that one would include a sex shop where we were allowed to buy sex toys, but we would have to show and tell in class what we bought and why.

I have a pretty loose fuckhole and a nicely gaped open pussy. I’ve been getting fucked with dildos, fists, foods, tools, bats and many other objects as well as literally thousands of cocks of all shapes and sizes so you can tell just by looking at it that it has been used by a lot of men. my boyfriend recently decided I need to have a much larger, gaped out fuckhole that literally never comes close to closing and has even said he wants to “destroy” my fuckhole. his idea is to keep my pussy asshole plugged 24/7 unless its getting fucked and then plug it between men, bonus it will keep all their cum in me. I used to wear a plug all day or night between guys but not all day round. I even had a boyfriend make me walk around in bootie shorts with a 10 inch dildo rammed up my ass with only my panties holding it in (yes it fell out on the floor in public a few times lol) but the plan is to plug me with a large buttplug for a week then gradually move me up to a triple XL and keep me plugged 24/7 for at least a year. he said my hole is going to be so loose I will be able to get double fisted easily, elbows deep. has anyone else ever tried this and did it work?

My toxic cock.

This all started around the end of 2018 when Patrick started PrEP. As someone who’s a bit shy around sex Patrick felt that PrEP could reduce his anxiety around condomless sex and turn him more into the pig he always desired to be. You see, he had a darker sexual idea of intimacy for years but never fully embraced it. For a long time he’d been a member of bareback forums and a member of BBRT even since he was a first year undergrad in college. While Patrick fantasized bareback sex and getting roughed up in the bathhouses of the big city, these desires only stayed a fantasy and never were a reality. Patrick had a deep desire for hairy men, group sex, flip fucking, exchanging seed and swapping loads, pummeling each other and using loads as lubricant, in dark, dimly lit spaces. To Patrick, PrEP could be the key he needed to unlock his promiscuity. The time he first started taking PrEP was also around the same time Patrick accepted a new job at a startup in the Flatiron neighborhood. Things were looking up for him now as he had entered his late 20s; he was more assured with the direction his career was heading. Additionally, a new workout routine had finally started to kick into a higher gear as he began focusing more on weight training, pushing less reps and heavier weights, and feeling more confident with the barbell. A few months prior Patrick was an average weight-height ratio, a true mesomorph, with a little extra love around his chest and hips, but since he began hitting the gym and eating leaner, he was losing weight and seeing more definition in his arms, back, and shoulders. Walking around nude around the locker room was also different, as his shyness was becoming less and less obvious from his early and mid 20s. His chest hair was also starting to grow more dark and curly; he was becoming more manly and less boyish. If he had time after his workout, he’d even stick around in his towel and begin to use the dry sauna, hoping to catch sight of someone joining him or to hook eyes with another gym rat. On an early November morning Patrick had planned his PrEP appointment at the Chelsea health clinic not far from the office. Showing up early he was amongst a bunch of other gay men waiting outside for the doors to open. Patrick was a bit nervous as he wasn’t sure how much time he’d need or how seamless the process would be with the doctor. In no time the doors had opened, and the queue had begun filling in their clipboards with personal information. Finally after nearly an hour and a half, his number was called and was presented to the doctor who’d exchange all the information he needed to begin building up his immunity. Upon finishing up his appointment and heading to his office for the day, he had already begun his daily regimen of the blue pill to become the primal bareback sex fucker he’d been pining for. All Patrick needed to do now was wait for 2 weeks and the games would begin. He kept track every morning how many days left until he’d let his body be consumed by all the new fuck buddies he’d soon be making. Motivated and completely horned by all this activity and excitement about being used, Patrick decided to walk back after work to the west side of town to Chelsea and head to his go-to sex shop, the one with a long blue awning outside and awkward mannequins in the window display. His current bottle of poppers were drying up and needed to refill, but some other purchases could possibly inspire him that day at the store. While he typically didn’t buy much more than a bottle of poppers and silicone lube, Patrick decide to go for his first jockstrap with a thick black waist band and a big pouch to hold all his junk in. Feeling a bit out of place and unsure what he actually wanted, he kept flipping the jocks across the clothing rack rather quickly as if he knew what he wanted, but clearly didn’t come PrEPared. Upon finding something medium size, and simple in design, Patrick brought his selected black jockstrap to the cash register to this cute guy who he recognized before from prior shop visits. This man in his late thirties has a good looking face but not particularly conversational. Patrick gestured to this cashier that he needed a minute to grab some poppers on the shelf behind the line, but instead of grabbing 1 bottle he grabbed 3. 1 bottle he picked up he recognized and 2 were new he hadn’t tried. He felt it was worth investigating further so he asked the cashier “would you recommend these 3?” The cashier took a look at the selection and without hesitation returned “I’d go for the white English one missing the logo, guys say it’s pretty strong”. Looking at the price it was more expensive and in a larger bottle than the others. The value made sense to Patrick so he quickly exchanged one of the 2 new ones for the white bottle and was ready to commit. To Patrick, the stronger the fumes, the better the fucking. “sounds like you’re gonna have one hell of a night”, the cashier said softly as he winked and smiled. Patrick blushed, “well I’m hoping to branch out a bit from the same ones I always get”, proving just how shy Patrick is. He could feel his palms sweat, as the cashier handed him the small stapled paper bag with the poppers and jock. “Have a nice night!” as Patrick scurried out. “You too man!” he could hear from behind. Once home in Harlem Patrick started messaging some guys on BBRT, invigorated by his new purchases and with the renewed sense of certainty that he was getting closer to uninhibited group sex he always desired. One of the guys messaged Patrick, giving him a jolt of horniness and excitement. The message was super basic as you can imagine. “Hey what’s up” this stud wrote. Intrigued by the prospect, Patrick went to his profile to see a guy who was well built, and listing many hot keywords: kissing, sucking, verse, group fun, rimming, 69, undetectable. This guys preferences were practically singing to Patrick as he began envisioning the two of them entwining their bodies together, exchanging their fluids, exchanging saliva and cum, licking each others sweat, huffing and huffing poppers all night. Patrick also saw a coupl emojis: eggplants as usual, but also a mountain and some clouds blowing, which he thought seemed a bit out of context. Without much thought Patrick began edging carefully as he contemplated messaging him back. Patrick thought that this might be someone he could meet up with in the coming days, as his plan was to wait until Friday night after work and see what kind of trouble he could get himself in to. Restraining himself from cumming, Patrick decided to prioritize browsing guys and getting comfortable with what hot profiles his neighborhood could offer. He did not recognize anyone from any prior hookup but potentially there could have been prior messages Patrick had regrettably ghosted in the past. Not this time he thought. Friday finally came, and Patrick felt like a kid waking to a white Christmas morning. Now that he completed his immunization, Patrick would later that night go hunting on BBRT across the entire city, searching for verse and hairy guys who wanted to ram their cocks into cum filled holes. Getting through the day, Patrick hit the NYSC by Park Ave around lunchtime, focusing on his arms and chest. Patrick spent a solid hour and 10 minutes working his body, feeling his testosterone lighten the stress a bit. Looking in the mirror of the locker room Patrick could clearly see the results of today’s routine, recognizing his arms and chest all pink and swollen from the pump of his workout; his face was flushed pink as well. Everyone else in the locker room during the lunch rush minded their business as if it were a normal Friday. After Patrick had returned back to the office, he pursued his remaining tasks before the weekend started. Patrick’s last meeting finished up, and by 6 it was time to leave, catch the D train home to 145th St. and start PrEParing for the night. Patrick was completely spent from the long draining day at work and feeling the exhaustion from his workout, he was feeling more focused on his need for a nap once he got home. Speed walking from the station and from the dark and cold air, Patrick made it home, walked up his quiet and empty apartment, and slipped into bed, setting his alarm for 9:30. Hearing the gentle chimes, Patrick recognized that it was well into his Friday evening and he needed to get a move on. Luckily, Patrick slept solidly and was ready to focus on getting some dinner ready and start cleaning his ass. Patrick had a basic meal ready in no time, accompanied by a few shots of rum. It was strong but would help him relax even further into the night. It was time to hit the shower, taking with him his douche, his new poppers, and his music playlist. The playlist that Patrick had curated was dedicated to deep and seductive beats, a very low energy but could easily put you in a sexual trans. While he didn’t want to take too long cleaning himself, Patrick took the liberty of opening one of his fresh poppers and inhaling the fumes through one of his nostrils, letting the warmth make his body glow. His heart was pounding in his ears as his ass lips were pulsing. Patrick slipped 2 fingers up his ass, feeling the pleasure of something entering his ass and rubbing the walls inside. His cock was full of pulsing blood, making him erect at 8 inches. Fuck. Tonight was going to be a ride. By nearly 10:30 Patrick was fully prepped, and feeling the intensity of his continued use of poppers mixed with the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Patrick could feel the worked muscles from his workout and confident with his looks. Dried off and laying in bed, Patrick opened up BBRT and began exploring all online profiles within a 5 mile radius. The profiles were just incredible; it was a buffet of furry raunchy pigs. It seemed that every block in the city showed somebody online wanting to bareback. Patrick was sweating and he could see clear precum begin to ooze from his erect cut shaft dribble down his mushroom head. Patrick was determined he was going to hit up multiple guys and take each of their loads, allowing them to churn the last pigs shot into him like making butter, slicking his ass with any load he could get. While there were some messages sent from blank profiles, Patrick kept on, sending a handful of messages of his own indicating that he was interested in what the other guys were up to. He soon checked out a profile of a couple in their 40s who lived close to his Harlem apartment. The pictures from their side looked hot!, (although who could know for sure if they were up to date). Some of the photos had them together and some separate. One of the guys a bit tall and somewhat thinner but broad shoulders, while the other guy was a bit more beefy and a chest full of hair. Their account showed active and online, and that they can host, fantastic! Patrick sent a message and waited a bit, and in very little time he got a reply from the couple. For Patrick, this couple would be his priority if they could host and could host NOW. After some quick back and forth, the conversation did not waste any time getting to the matter of position, likes, timing, and phone numbers. Moving to text, the couple sent the address and let Patrick head on over. Slipping on the new jockstrap, warm clothes and a shoulder bag with his new sex supplies, Patrick would show up on their brownstone doorstep within 15 minutes. After being buzzed in and walking up to the third floor, Patrick could hear their apartment front door open with a low voice call him in to greet him. Seeing the guys head peek out, the taller partner welcomed Patrick with a warm tone to his voice, covering his mostly naked body with the front door. “I’m Mike, great to see you Patrick” Mike closed the door behind Patrick and were facing each other, with Mike only wearing short briefs. Looking at his face Patrick recognized him from the photos very clearly and was relieved to see that his photos were accurate. Entering their apartment, Patrick was met with the smell of burning incense and low lit colorful lighting, and a warm air temperature. Patrick scanned the room trying to gauge the layout and if the partner was around. “You look incredibly fucking hot, this is going to be a lot of fun” Mike closed in on Patrick. Given that everything was meeting Patrick’s immediate expectations he was relaxed to give Mike a smile and a brief embrace. “Thanks for having me over so quickly you look hot yourself” Patrick returned. Mike continued to gaze into Patrick’s eyes. At this point, a sound from the kitchen could be heard as the partner, wearing a tank and briefs, came around the corner holding what appeared to be Gatorades. “Hey there kiddo I’m Ben” the shorter partner said. Mike looked at Ben with a devilish grin as Ben came up to Patrick, giving him an amicable hug to gesture his welcome. “So how long have you lived in Harlem? I don’t think I’ve seen you much online or at anybody else’s house before” Ben said “Yeah I’ve been in this area four years actually, I just don’t log on too often” Patrick replied, taking off his coat and placing the bag to the floor. “Well we’re looking forward to getting to know you better” Said Mike, smiling Small chat continued briefly about the apartment, helping Patrick ease into the environment, and the hosts were gracious to help him get comfortable. “Water?” Ben asked, heading back to the kitchen “Yes that would be great thank you. By the way I picked up some fresh poppers I hope that’s something we could try if you’re interested” “Thanks for bringing them! We can’t get enough of them. We have some new ones too so we should be in good company” said Ben Mike ushered Patrick, “come follow me Patrick. And hey, Ben? Can you also grab the other supplies?” Mike led Patrick thru the living room down their hallway, opening the door a bit further to Mike and Ben’s bedroom, more dimly lit and curtains sealing the windows. A projector was also showing incredible porn with the volume at a decent level. There was also a laptop in the middle of the bed and several cups on their dresser right near the bed. Patrick was excited but nervous, recognizing that things were gonna start heating up. “This is our room, now don’t be shy you can have a seat in the bed let me grab some candy we picked up from the deli” Patrick removed his shoes and socks, took a spot on the bed and watched as Ben came in with the Gatorade and gummy bears from the kitchen. Mike came over to Patrick and proceeded to deeply kiss him from the edge of the bed. “Let’s take this off shall we” Mike said looking into Patrick’s eyes and running his fingers across his waist. Before long, Patrick had pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head and revealed his chest. Ben had now reappeared in the doorway, focusing on their new guest as Mike took Patrick’s shirt and laid it on a side chair. Patrick’s heart was racing but was more excited than nervous. “Oh let me grab my bag in the living room” Patrick got up and headed down the hall. Grabbing his bag, Patrick returned down the hall half naked and reentered the bedroom. Ben had taken to the bed having removed his short as Mike was going through the drawers looking for something. Ben gestured to Patrick to come meet him in bed, and Patrick responded by unbuttoning his pants and exposing his black jockstrap and his hairy legs. “WOOF you’re gonna make us wild tonight, bring that ass over here!” Mike called. Climbing into the bed, Patrick dove straight into Ben and began making out aggressively, tongue locked and feeling their bodies press against each other. They could feel each others muscles and firm and warm bodies comfortably come together as they started to suck each others necks. “ would you like to try on any of our gear? We have tube socks and a harness if you’d like, I’m gonna put mine on” Mike said. Patrick chimed “ I’d love to sure “ returning to Ben, as Ben licked his pecks. Patrick’s set of gear was handed to him and he quickly figured out how the back pieces crossed and how his arms would feed through. Patrick could hear the poppers open as Ben inhaled long in each nostril. Ben looked like he entered Pleasure Island as he sat back against the headboard, took a pause to let the warmth run through his body. Patrick climbed back to Ben, facing him with his ass facing Mike. In moments, Patrick could feel the third person join the bed and began rimming his ass. Mike cradled Patrick’s dick as Mike licked upwards to the base, back toward his hole. Mike's tongue circled and circled, while he stroked Patrick’s dick slowly and tenderly. And then SLAP - against Patrick’s ass. Ben and Patrick continued licking each others tongues and exchanging saliva. Their hands cupping around each others ears to stabilize each other and holding each other firmly. Mike was now sucking on Patrick’s ass hole as the inner ass muscles were relaxed. Ben grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it to Patrick’s nostrils. “Five seconds each kiddo, we’re gonna all take a turn and get flying” Ben said. Patrick complied, letting each nostril fill with the amyl fumes, reaching his blood vessels and through his body. It was ecstasy, and Patrick took a third hit before passing the bottle to Mike. Mike inhaled twice in each nostril before capping the bottle and throwing the poppers on to the bed. “Want a cock ring? Might be fun if you haven’t used one” Ben asked me. “Yeah I’ve never used one but I’ll take one if you’ve got an extra” Patrick replied. Ben scurried off the bed and went to the dresser. Sitting back against the pillows, Patrick and Mike faced each other before colliding into each others arms and started licking each others chest. Patrick could taste Mike's salty body, letting his lips suck at Mike's treasure trail, down into his crotch. Patrick proved more dominant and pushed Mike back to expose Mike's mast. Immediately Patrick began feasting on his meat, roughly 7 inches long but pretty fat. Each of them slipped on their elastic and colorful rings. Patrick felt like it wasn’t completely necessary for his already hard dick but felt comfortable with the pressure on his balls. Before continuing Patrick grabbed some water and rehydrated. Ben, applied lube to Mike's cock and said, “wanna ride him first? And I face fuck you?” Without hesitation Patrick swung his legs on both sides of Mike to straddle him as he lined up Mike's dick right up to his loose fuck hole. Letting Patrick control the dick invasion, the slick cock pushed through Patrick’s ass lips and began to slide slowly through, letting out a low and deep moan. Ben already had the poppers ready for Patrick, as Patrick took a longer huff in each nostril. Once Patrick was sitting at the root of Mike’s throbbing dick, he let Mike's meat adjust in his warm soft cunt and settle in its new home, until he slowly begun riding back and forth like a jockey, rocking and milking themselves; Patrick pinning down Mike's elbows, and their rhythm maintaining a good pace. Ben climbed over Mike's face, giving his partner access to his sweet furry cunt, and Patrick access to his swollen uncut rod. Ben could now lean forward and grip Patrick’s hips, massaging his back muscles and lightly dig his fingernails up and down. It left red marks but not in a painful way. Patrick was quietly working Ben’s growing hard-on as Mike sucked his partners hairy ball sack. The moaning of all three of them continued as the porn from the projector continued through the queue of scenes. Now you could hear the bed beginning to squeak just a bit but ultimately the bed contained these pigs pretty well. Their heat was warming up the room and Patrick was in the center of the action. Their sweat had made his skin slick, and occasionally requiring he push back his bangs. “Hey wanna try something stronger? We wanna see if you’d like to try something that’s similar to poppers but lasts more than just a couple minutes. It’s definitely stronger and we have a bunch we wanna share with ya” Patrick’s eyes lit up. Hearing that it was similar to poppers was what Patrick was hoping to hear and this couple was fulfilling his needs. Continuing to ride Mike, Patrick agreed “fuck yeah I want you to take me beyond the limit” “Trust us you’re gonna love it. It’s gonna be a good time” Ben said in an enthusiastic way, emphasizing the last sentence. Mike looked to Ben and Ben got to the bedside table and got three big shot glasses already pre poured with what looked like a red Gatorade cocktail. “What’s in that?” Patrick asked. “Some really good shit. You’re gonna feel incredibly cock hungry and you’ll want more. Start with this dosage and see how you feel after 30 minutes.” Ben said. Stopping for a moment for Mike to pull over and sit upright, Mike grabbed a shot glass and handed one to Patrick and Ben grabbed Mike a glass and one for himself. “See ya on the other side kiddo”

CW: Mild raunch play will follow. Piss, Sadism and Pain will all be a part of this narrative. Also this is my first story submission here, please be kind, and if you can't at least be constructive. 🙂 Part 1: Ive always been a cock hound. From a young age I can remember being obsessed with mens crotches. Staring and wanting to touch, all the while not knowing it wasn’t an ok thing to be into openly so young. When a friend of mine was over on a slumber night he introduced me to jacking off. From then on, like most men, every chance I got was reserved for unloading my balls. As I got older the obsession grew to finding things to put up my ass, blowing a couple select friends in high school, sucking random cocks in bathroom stalls at the mall, and even following a man in his golden years to his camper van parked outside the drugstore to get quickly fucked and loaded up. Now a mid 30s bear, my kink list longer than my turn offs I began in earnest the hunt for a cock proud Sir to call my own. I’d learned in the preceding years that I loved Dominant men who didn’t ask before they did things. Loved how it felt to have a man piss in my mouth without warning, grab my head and hold it down on his cock or balls or in his musty ass. The feeling of having a hard cock rammed into me without concern for stretching or pausing to make sure I could take it, and each time I heard a Top say “damn you can take cock”, it made me want to press harder, be piggier, feel more used. I’d never cared much to have my dick played with by others, a pity given I’d been blessed with an above average but not huge piece of meat. I could easily orgasm just from getting pounded or fisted, and even when my balls were being absolutely crushed. All in all it was a normal Friday night for me to get off work, have a quick dinner and hit the apps. I had a profile on them all varying the text to cater to the site, but in recent months none seemed to be doing the trick. So I dropped all pretence and went for the kinkiest site and posted the following: “33 yo insatiable sub pig slave. 250 lb, rugby build, curly mohawk, with a hairy chest and back, fuzzy ass cheeks, and a big dick. No gag reflex left, and a talented hole for you to fist and jack off inside of. Looking for my real full time Master. I’m open to all kinds but there is a special place in my hole for dudes who work with their hands, don’t have time or care to bathe everyday, and smoke reds. My Sir needs a pig who will get on his knees anytime anywhere and swallow what is offered, from a quick bj, to full time urinal. He shows his love by spitting in my face and mouth, pulling my hair, and generally hurting me and getting off on it. He also needs to Fuck many times a day and knows how to use his big cock to breed and rape a slave into crying submission. He shouldn’t care about my cock and balls unless its to beat them swollen, or squeeze them flat as he breeds me deep and often. I’m a smart guy who hungers for intelligent discourse in between sessions of sadism and piggery. Neg here but your status unimportant to me. If you have a wry to evil smirk I’m already yours” I sat back and took in my ad, wondering if I’d left anything out, or added too much on the off chance that someone who could genuinely take me too far beyond my limits came forth, but the excitement I felt at that chance had me hitting ‘Post’ and grabbing my rock hard cock at the same time. Normally when I post these long ads I find something else to do while I wait, experience having taught me it could be days before getting any traction at all, but to my shock fewer than 5 minutes later my browser pinged. It was from a profile I’d seen before and considered years prior, but his pictures made him seem so out of my league, and his lack of kink information gave me the impression we had little in common regardless and so I’d never hit him up. But I’d checked him out off and on. Noticed when he started to look a bit more weathered but somehow not aged, when his shoulders broadened with the evidence of a physical job, and stomach grew a bit with every Friday night beer. When his hiv status went from negative to poz undectable to poz to no answer at all. This time however his profile had been completely filled out and what I saw nearly made me shoot right there. Suddenly he’d revealed he’d been a sadist Master in a nearly closed relationship for 15 years, and with that connection at an end he was hunting for his new slave. It read: “My previous slave has moved on to a once in a lifetime opportunity and while I’m saddened, I know he will take the lessons of my hands and grow into a truly great Master himself. Its time for me now to find a new slave to own, a new cumdump to claim, or just a new boy to hurt as time allows. My limits are few, but know that if you apply, you’d better like drinking piss because my Master gold doesn’t hit porcelain, ever. And if you aren’t already poz, you will be when you leave. All else is up for discussion, right after you’re blindfolded and gagged because I will do with you what I want. Not messing around, if you apply you’d better be prepared to scream” A quick skim of his profile pics showed no fewer than 3 of him dragging on a Marlboro and smirking at the camera, cock in hand. One of his arm elbow deep in a boys ass, and one of a fiery red fresh biohazard tattoo surrounding his hairy navel. By the time I opened his message I was already light headed and salivating. It simply said: “Its time slave. I’ve seen you watching, as I’ve been watching you. I’ve watched as you’ve inched towards realizing you’re a full time slave, been delighted to see you embrace your body and chubuscular build, and was proud to see that prep disappeared from your profile. Now its time to take your place at my side. You have 2 hours to prepare and be at my home, at 2 hours one minute you will be punished severely, at 2 hours 2 minutes you will cease to exist to me at all. Choose wisely. Bring your favourite toy, your sexiest leather, and the acceptance that your life as you knew it is over. MC” I started totally dumbfounded at his address, not 2 kilometres from me, in a wooded subdivision on the outskirts of town. At first 2 hours seemed overly generous, but it was nearly 30 before I recovered enough from disbelief to haul ass into the shower. Could I really be doing this? Is it finally happening? Had I been chosen to serve, to be owned, beaten, pozzed and claimed? Without looking back, I ran from my apartment, got in the car and drove feeling a horned frenzy like none I’d ever known, and a growing sense of peace that my true purpose and talents were about to finally take flight.

Spent yesterday afternoon at the Adult Book Store that is a 30 minute drive from where I live. I cleaned good before leaving the house. I got there about 3pm, there was a few cars in the lot so I didn't know what to expect. I paid and went to the arcade hoping I would have better luck than the last two times I went, which I was only able to find guys that wanted sucked off. There was 3 guys walking around and 2 guys in a booth sucking each other. I ended up going to a booth alone waiting for someone to join me, it didn't take long when the guy that was getting sucked came into my booth and undid his pants and give me his cock to suck, it wasn't huge, but it was hard with big balls. After about ten minutes he filled my mouth with his load. It was looking like another slow afternoon when I heard another guy walk into the arcade area, so I walked around to see what he was up to. He already had his cock out jacking it, so I ask him if he wanted company, he nodded for me to come in so I went down on him. At the same time as I was doing him I heard another enter the arcade. I was really getting into sucking this guy when I felt another guy behind me feeling me ass. I looked at the guy I was sucking and motioned for me to suck the other guy. He's a black guy that had a good size soft cock that I put in my mouth and started sucking, in no time he was hard, he directed me back to the other guy and pulled my shorts down and started rubbing his cock on my ass, I was really horny for some cock in my ass and he knew it. I handed him some lube and he opened my hole with his fingers and lubed his cock and started pushing it in, he was big and it hurt but I hadn't been fucked in 3 mouths. After a few minutes he got it all the way in and started fucking me real good, I was in fag heaven, cock in my ass and cock in my mouth. As I looked around there were others I could see watching with their dick in there hands. The guy I was sucking unloaded and another took his place, so I kept going, the black guy started telling me what a slut I was as he was slamming me with his big cock, the guy I was sucking pulled out oh my mouth and cum on my face and shirt. About 2 minutes later the black guy unloaded in my ass, I cleaned him off and he said he needed a break. As I sat there covered in cum another guy came in with his dick out to be sucked, so I did. I was ready to leave and got talking to the black guy and after a few words we ended up going another round. I left after that totally satisfied. I got home around 9, and the wife looked at me and asked how my afternoon was, I said good, she said I can tell by the stains on your shirt.

My experience is hookup apps don't work very as well for anonymous hookups as gloryholes and darkrooms. As much as I hate dealing with pic collectors, if you live or visit an area where gloryholes and darkrooms don't work for RT cruising, a profile without pics is DOA.

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

Part II I followed him fifty feet behind. I was saying to myself how I could consider such an old ugly troll as a sex partner. But I was all to horny to think Clear and my Dick wanted to have sex With the ugly old man like crazy. Yes I wanted it bad, even if it was dificult to acept it to myself. I was all the time rock hard. I followed him five Blocks and in all this time he dident look back at me to se if i was following him. That make me insecure and a bitt small. I even wanted him more. He stoped in front of an old building, smilled at me and open the door. I followed him and come in, He clouse the door and He gave me a botle of poppers and told me to sniff it, i did as he told me and when the russ come he French me like no tomorrow. It was like he has in his mouth all the saliva in the world. My mouth got totally full With his spit ad his tongue darted inside my mouth. After some minutes he separete his mouth from mine and told me that he knew that he make me horny. He then told me that when i live his apartment his DNA will be With me forever, he was determinated to make me AIDS pregnant and he knew i wated it bad. I wanted to kiss him more but he hold my hand and tuck me to his filthy Apartment. He gave me a beer and he got all naked showing a very thing and sick body but With the largest black Dick i ever seen. We make out on the sofa for long time. He told me how incedible hot i was and how much i deserved to get pregnant by him. He asked me if i wanted to be one With him, get totally United by the sex, become one persone not two. I nodded and followed him to his bed. He lay Down on his back and told me to ride him. I asked please to wear a comdom but he told me that i really dident want that. -Fuck yourselv With my old balck Dick, put it in Your hot bubble white butt. -Ohh fuckk its feel amazing. -Yes, u like the feeling of my old Dick bare, dont u? -Ohh fuck yessss is amazing -Put it all in, fuck yourself, fuck yourself til you get pregnat by me. -Oh fuckkk fuckkk is amazing. -We are one, we are totally United, look at my eyes wille u fuck yourself, yes thats it baby. -Oh fcukk ohh fuck i gonna cum, -Yes my AIDS babies are ll in Your hot body. Its not way back baby. U got m all inside U. I will live in U for ever. At that moment i feel it, he was cuming inside me. i press my ass to his Dick and Our eyes loked at that very moment. I come like crazy With out touching myself, We stay United a wille kissing and making out til we was ready for round two. My feelings were so mixed up. But it feel so right to have him inside me, even if he was so discoting the sex was the best i ever had. To be continued

Hope this isn't going to be too long for people to read but want to share my recent first time and know what others may think about it. I'm married and occasionally suck cock because of experiences many years ago which i have posted here before. As I am married I don't get much opportunity. Back in May on the bank holiday we had for the Kings coronation I had the opportunity to go out on my own. I got on my hookup app and soon had the interest of a mature top couple and after a few messages I was driving to their home to suck them both. When I arrived I was asked if I would be ok being hooded and plugged. I'd never done anything like that before but my sub brain was already kicking in and I said yes without really thinking about it. They were both well built men in their late 50s or early 60s but both quite fit. Once I had agreed they were quite forceful in telling me to undress. Once I was naked I had a rough hood put over my head. It wasn't tight fitting so it wasn't too scary but there was only a large hole for my mouth and i couldnt see anything. I was then told to kneel and get on all fours. I felt a cold slippy feeling around my bum and felt a buttplug being pushed in. I'd never been plugged before but it went in ok and i felt quite excited by it. I was then told to straighten up but remain kneeling and i was aware of a cock in front of my mouth demanding my attention. I went straight to it. Hands and mouth. Taking it deep, sucking hard. I started to hear lots of verbal abuse which motivated me more onto that beautiful large and hard cock and i received a good throatfucking and took his load deep without tasting. I could feel hands caressing my balls from underneath and behind and was aware that i had quite an erection myself. They were talking to each other about me. Calling me a slut and a little whore. They said i wanted fucking. I didn't say no. I just remained quiet and at their service. The plug waa removed and i felt the cocl at my hole. I was extremely nervous and worried about embarassing myself. The cock pushed in a long way helped by the lube left by the plug and i was being fucked for the first time. Bare cock in my ass taking what he wanted. I was his slut and his cock whore and i loved it. To be honest my heart is still thumping nearly 3 months later. I suppose i even may have been filmed, but they seemed like ok guys. I hope they liked what i gave.

I never thought in a billion years that I could end up in a web site like this. It started a few weeks ago on one of those sleezy web sites. You know the drill. We also say we hate them, but we all log into them every day. The subject line caught my eye and honestly, I almost deleted it right away. "Hey, wanna get aids?" It read. What kind of fucked up person wants to give a guy aids? I guess I was not just shocked, but curious about who might send such a message. So, when I clicked on the profile link, I was surprised to find a very normal good looking guy, and his message was to the point. I'm copying it below here: Sup guys? Yeah, I have HIV. I'm on meds but its not under control yet. I only fuck bare. So, if we hook up, you need to know that you will probably get aids. I don't use condoms. I will use your ass. Don't message me unless you wanna get aids. I'm serious! And don't lecture me. I'm being honest, unlike most guys here. Okay, I probably would not have read his profile if he wasn't so cute. He could have been a model. I think I'm a rather good lucky guy .. I don't mean to brag, but this guy was smoking hot! And I found my mouth gaping as I saw his unlocked pics. Toned, hung, smooth, blond .. need I say more?! I knew I should have just logged off. I honestly didn't think this guy could be real, which is probably why I messaged him. He wouldn't let me make small talk even though I was trying to beat around the bush. He gave me an ultimatum. "Tell me you want aids, or I'm gonna block you." Shit. Maybe he'd just let me suck his dick? No. Can I just jerk you off? Nope. He was to the point, "Last chance, or I'll block you." So, I signed off without responding. I kinda wish the story ended there. I couldn't get him out of my mind. So, a few days later, I signed on and I was both excited and a little scared to see that he didn't block me. My fingers were starting to shake as I messaged him, "I wanna get aids." I glanced at his profile. It indicated he was on his mobile. Let's be clear. I didn't wanna get aids. I just wanted to see if he was real. I mean come on, how could this be real?!? I waited for what seemed like an eternity. I saw he read my message and then he went offline. Hmm. Maybe I called his bluff? Aww shit guys, I need to get to work. I'll tell you what happened after that later.

I was in Houston on a family visit and lasted only three days before I knew I needed some dick and I needed it bad. I was staying with my family so getting off was really difficult and I had a 4-day load built up. Finally my opportunity to get out of the house came and I told my mom I was going to visit some friends and would be home late. So, I showered and got all cleaned out and lubed my smooth hungry ass and put on my favorite jock. I love to play with a sparkling clean butt. I like the confidence that there will be no surprises and wanted to be ready for anything. There was only one place that was going to get me where I needed to go; a bookstore - a sleazy, dark, smelly, nasty cum-soaked bookstore. It was just after dusk when I pulled into the parking lot which I noted was full. I got that exhilarating feeling in the pit of my stomach and suddenly became aware of my erect nips. I paid my entrance fee and went immediately to the back rooms. It was totally dark and took my eyes a moment to adjust. After a minute or two, I started making my way through the darkened maze. The smell of cum and poppers were strong. The fuck music was pounding away. The halls were lined with people standing around and checking each other out. I was only there about 5 minutes when I was approached at the end of a dark hallway. As I turned around, I brushed up against a tall guy. Before I could excuse myself we made eye contact and my fucking heart sank. I pegged him at about 26 or 27. He was about 6’3” or so, excellent body and black as night. He didn’t smile. He didn’t wink or anything. He just looked at me, grabbed my hand and started walking back down the hall slowly. He led us into a vacant booth and shut and locked the door. He yanked his T-Shirt up and over his head and behind his neck exposing a beautiful worked out chest. His skin was flawless and his pecs were tight and the color of coffee grounds. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his left nipple which I took to like a baby calf. I started licking all around it. It was shimmering and glistening in the light from the porn playing on the monitor. This turned me on so much I dove in and started chewing. He started moaning and twisting my hair pushing my face harder into his nip. He raised his left arm back and over his head exposing his deep dark pit. The smell was incredible. I licked from his nipple up to his pit and soaked it completely - taking it all in. I was high from it. My cock was raging in my jeans. I had my hands around his waist and felt his taunt hard butt. I rubbed across his crotch. It was warm and had a nice mound. His junk was stuffed tightly up in his jeans and felt impressive. I started unbuttoning his jeans and he helped me. He pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees in one fell swoop and just stood there. I looked down and saw his ebony colored cut cock sticking up past his belly button. He had a tight black bush which was naturally trim. His cock was fat. I mean really fat. It was cut and had a nice thick head on it. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. The heat that emitted from it was awesome. I guessed it to be a solid 8”, maybe 9”. It wasn’t so much the link that was impressive but the girth. I felt pressure on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. I stopped him, for a moment to get out of my jeans as fast as I could, grabbing my poppers from the front pocket. I was down on my knees and smelling black bush in a flash. The smell of his crotch was spellbinding. I kissed his cockhead. I licked his dick and on the sides, underneath and all around to get it wet. I was so fucking horned for this dick that when it was soaking wet with my saliva, I grabbed his rock-hard ass cheeks, took a deep breath and stuffed that fat fucking pole down my throat. As soon as the head got stuck at the back of my throat, I felt his hands on the back of my head and together we stuffed the rest of it in. He let out a guttural moan and I started to gag a little; but immediately got it under control. I was leaking spit onto his balls, but my front teeth were eating his bush. I had this big black obsidian cock buried down my throat. He was moaning and started fucking my throat while I was tugging on his balls and working my jaw and throat muscles like a starving whore. I started jacking my own cock, but let it go for fear of blowing too soon. He pulled out and modeled his cock for me. I think we were both surprised that I was able to take him all the way. He looked down and wiped a puddle of saliva from my chin and smeared it onto his cock and shoved it back into my mouth all the way. I could hear him say little things under his breath like, “Take that bitch.” and “Eat that fucking black dick.” These were the first words I heard him say. After about 5 minutes my jaw was getting tired so I released his cock and dove for his balls. He lifted one leg up so I had better access. I was anxiously trying to stuff both of his smooth balls into my mouth at the same time to do a little tea-bagging, but it was difficult. Finally he reached down, grabbed his left nut and helped me stuff it in. My mouth was full and my cheeks were puffed out. It took a moment to figure out my breathing, but once I found a rhythm, I started bathing his balls with my tongue. My man was moaning and writhing above me. He was dipping down to get more of his nuts into my mouth and pulling up and down to intensify pressure on this nutsack. He had two handfuls of my hair to help him drive his nuts back and forth. His hard shiny black dick was slapping against my forehead leaving a slimy residue on my face. He finally pulled his nuts slowly out of my mouth causing a “plop” sound and then lifted me up. I stared up at him wondering what was coming next. Then I felt his big hands slide down my back to my ass. I arched my back pushing my ass out onto his hands. I wanted there to be no confusion as to what I wanted. He touched my pucker and I began to purr. He turned me around and bent me over. I was immediately nervous that I didn’t have enough lube. As he was rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, I was loading up on saliva and spreading it on my hole. I reached back between my legs and got his cock really slick and wet appreciating that I had the foresight to pre-lube my hole before I left home. He slid down and stuffed his tongue next to my finger and took over eating my hole. Dude has skills. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock at my hole. Heat was generating off of it. I craved this fat dick, but knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I started pushing back on him while he added pressure. Then I felt the fat head pop through my ring. We both froze for a second. I was expecting the pain to be intense, but there was nothing except the need to get the rest of this dick in me. He sensed that I was fine and together we slid that black rod all the way to his nuts. I was stuffed full of hot black cock. He shuddered and groaned. I could feel the ripple of his body, then traveled though his cock. This boy needed to fuck. He flexed his cock to demonstrate his powers. I pushed back to make sure I had everything he had to give. I heard him say, again under his breath, “That’s it, white boy, give me your pussy.” He took my ass and spread my cheeks completely apart and pulled out to the head and slammed back in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I knew our fuck was about to get intense. I was bent over with my legs spread. I grabbed my poppers and took a hit. I lifted one leg up on the bench to give him better access. I heard him say. “Oh fuck yeah.” And then it started. My stud started to fuck me like a porn star. Pulling all the way out and shoving all the way in. I was working it from my angle. I was matching his thrusts lunge by lunge clinching my ass muscles every time he bottomed out inside me. I could feel his fingers tracing his fat cock all around my ass lips. I could tell he loved feeling that ass stretched out around his fat dick. I was in an altered state. I was lowly moaning and working my ass, but I had crossed over into that place where my ass became the center of my universe. I was completely, at this point, self-serving. My boy leaned over and rested on my back while he continued to plow. Then he let go of my ass cheeks and started tweaking my nips. That got me hotter. His face was right next to mine and I could feel his breath. Then he turned and shoved his tongue into my mouth and we started kissing loudly and sloppily. He never missed a fuck-beat. I could feel his moans reverberate through my tongue. It was as if his cock and his tongue were somehow connected and working in unison to penetrate me at every angle. I reached back under my legs and felt his cock piston-fucking my hungry ass. It was hot, gooey and hard as steel and making the filthiest wet fuck sounds that could be heard all the way in the hall. When he pulled out I could tell he was close to blowing. He was totally still and pushed my hand away from his cock. We both froze for a moment. I looked down at his enflamed cock head and could see it throbbing. I expected his load to start spilling out, but nothing. After a few seconds he turned me all the way around and again pushed me down to his cock. I swallowed and licked my own ass juices off his dick. I opened my throat and swallowed him whole. He bent over my back and while holding my head down onto his cock, put three fingers into my ass and started working them all around. Then he added a forth. He lifted me back up and I took my position again and reached back and guided his dick back where it belonged. I knew he was going to go for it because he took my poppers, opened the top took a long hit and then pushed the bottle under my nose. He grabbed on to my waist and started driving. He picked up his pace and his breathing got heavier. I braced myself to take a serious pounding and encouraged him to go for it and not hold back. I told him I needed his black cock in my hole. The intensity increased and I started to feel his inner thighs tremble. My spine started to tingle; I was in a complete state of bliss. He started “huffing” and pile driving me hard, twisting on my tits. I started jacking my cock, which was so close and on the verge of exploding; my eyes were fixed onto the ceiling. The poppers had put me into a complete state of whoredom. My load started boiling up from the center of my being and I let out this guttural groan that was heard all over the bookstore. I started spraying my load all over the floor. While pushing my ass back onto this cock, my hole began to spasm all around his juiced up cock and that pushed him over the edge. I reached between my legs at the precise moment that he shoved his cock balls-deep. I quickly located the main vein where his cock met his balls and I felt it swell and pulse. And then it pulsed again; and then again and again and again and again. I thought damn, this fucker is loading me up good. Finally it stopped and he collapsed on my back with both our hearts racing and his cock stuffed deep inside me. We both struggled to catch our breaths. ”Breathe.” he said, “Just breathe.” Then we began to breathe again. I flexed my ass muscles to let him know I was still alive. He flexed his cock in return. He withdrew very slowly and my ass snapped closed. I turned around and squatted to clean his dick. It was so warm from being in my ass. I licked it and sucked all his juices off and left him perfectly clean. I reached back to feel my battered and overly fucked hole. I had to appreciate what it had just gone through. My ass was actually still warm to the touch. I was very satisfied. My black champion dressed in a matter of seconds. He patted me on the ass and left the booth. I sat down on the bench in a dazed state, trying to recover. I closed my eyes and tried to re-imagine what just happened. I was jarred back to reality when someone quickly opened my door and slipped into the booth. I began to object, looking around for my clothes, but he interrupted me saying, “Man I heard you all the way from out here. That must have been one hot fuck. Is this cool?” I looked up and there stood this youngish Hispanic guy probably early 20s. He had a few tats, a couple piercings and definitely looked streetwise. I said sure and he locked the door and and sat next to me. I started pulling my shirt on and looking around for my pants. I was drenched in sweat. “Fuck man that dude was hot. I wished I had been in here with the two of you.” He started feeling me up and worked quickly towards my ass and started circling around my pucker which was soaked and sticky. This was getting interesting. Then he inserted is middle finger. “Damn, man that dude nutted in you.” He then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pants and squatted between my legs. He lifted my legs up exposing by ass. He looked straight at me and said, “I fucking love eating out a hot black load, man, please feed me.” He dove in and started slurping and sucking my ass. At first, I didn’t know what to actually do, but feeling him chomp and chew was really getting me hot. So, I leaned back and spread my legs even more and started jacking. I thought about my hot black stud blasting his raw load up my cunt and started really getting into the ass eating. My Latin twink looked directly at me and said, “You gonna feed me that load? Come on push it out.” I was a little unsure of myself. I grabbed my poppers and took a snort and really started getting into the groove as my little friend started really sucking on my ass. I pushed out on my pucker which he caught between his teeth and nibbled. Somewhere along the way I decided to relax and was getting into this scene when I could feel something happening. All of a sudden, as I was pushing out, I farted. Shocked, I looked down at my little friend and he looked up with an astonished surprised look on his face. He was absolutely covered in cum. Perfect thick, white pearly dribbles of cum covered his face from the top of his forehead to the base of his chin and dripping down. He smiled and said, “Holy fucking Christ!” He dove back in between my cheeks and started slurping like a mad man. He looked so hot with all that cum on his face. The black dude shot the biggest load I have ever experienced in my life. The Latin stud had every intention of eating it all out. I let him go to work while we both jacked our individual cocks. Finally, after several minutes, and a complete cum bath, he grabbed my cock and jacked me until I shot my load. He collected my load in his hand and crawled up to me and we started making out, passing the black guys load between us. Then he took my load and added it to the mix. We continued making out and I licked cum off his chin and forehead and fed it back to him. He stood up and moaned and jacked his cock and I caught his load spurting and covered his cock with my mouth. Of course, I fed it back to him and we made out like teenagers moaning into each other’s mouths. We calmed down and assessed what had just happened and just broke out into a piggy smile. He looked at me, said through naughty smile, “You are one nasty motherfucker. I think I love you.”

This is my first story (Sorry for my bad English) My name is Lars and I am a exchange student. I am 23 years old and I am Swedish and now live in New York City. I am a typical Scandinavian, 6,4 tall, 190 pounds of pure muscle, light blond and short hair, blue eyes. I know I am very handsome and everybody tells me that . I always get the most handsome guys . Maybe I am arrogant, but if you were as handsome as am I, you would also be somewhat arrogant. When I moved to New York, I decided to live-out my sexual fantasies in full. Although I was often fucked by really hot guys, I had never ever barebacked as I insisted each guy use a condom. Bareback was out of discussion. Two weeks ago, I was very horny, and went out with my friends on a Friday night. I wanted so bad to get fucked. No, I need it so so fucking bad. I left my friends and went to a gay bar to see if there was someone to fuck me. No sooner had I entered the bar then several hot guys were chasing after me. Of course I choose the hottest. He, like me, was a blond like me, but was somewhat darker. And yeah, he had a hot body. He was around my own age, and he bought me a beer and we talked. Then we start kissing. As we kissed I saw a disgusting old troll looking at me and smiling. He was in his 60's and looked really sick of AIDS. He was very low, maybe 5,1, mixed race and was almost bald and missing many teeth. He was very very thin. I found myself wondering 'How can such a disgusting person could look at me and smile?'. He thoroughly grossed me out so I did my best to ignore him as I continued kissing the blond hunk. Still, all the time I noticed the old troll watching me, He was devouring me with his eyes. Fuck, I found myself with a hard on, and my eyes were glued to his, even as I made-out with the hot blond. Our eyes meet so many times and I found myself mystified by my own behavior as I pondered what was it about the wasted troll that left me utterly horny? After several beers I went to the bathroom and notice that the old troll was following me.I was very nervouse when i notice the old troll next to me at the urinals. Fuck, He was like a dwarf besides me. But I got shoked when I see him taking an enormous Cock out of his pants. It was the largest and moust black Cock i ever seen in my life. It was shoking how black it was in relation With the skin colour of the old troll. He was dark but not that black. When He showed his big hanging bals I could see they were very black too, and so fucking huge. I was there with open mouth when he laughed and told me if i like it. I could not answer him, i was there With my mouth open, not saying nor doing anything. Then I swo that my Cock was rock hard. I blush big time, and decided to leave the toilet full of shame. I Dance With the blond guy but the old troll was looking at me all the time and I was with my eyes glued to his almoust all the time. I couldent help it. As we approuched the bar to drink another beer the old troll got besides me and I notice his old hand touching my bubble butt, I wear Law hangers so almoust all my undies were showing. He darted a finger in my pink hole With out any shame. I knwe nobody could see this. His hands were all over my ass checks and I dared to say anything for fear of what my hot young partner will say. I went to the bathroom and i was followed by the old troll. I was crazy horny, I was rock hard. I was very embarrassed but could not avoid how horny I was. He opened his trousers and liftet a bit his T-shirt. I could see some black spots on his skin, maybe becouse of his deseased. His Cock hung tehre and I could see a lot of precum, lots. He tjen told me smiling if i wanted to blow him and I answered if he got a condom i will try. He laughed a lot and told me that He never ever used condoms, and althought I was very handsome He was not for it. With condoms is not fun, and he left me tehre with my mouth open and my cock rock hard. I got so embarrassed. I went to the bar and kept talking to the blond guy, but I could not concentrate at all. Suddenly I sow the old troll going to the bathroom followed by a redhead twink. I got so fucking jealouse and after some minutes i went to the bathroom. The bathroom was emty but a door to a cublicle was closed. I heard the sound of a blow job and some gasps. I was rock hard. This AIDS sick old troll got in there the redhead twink, and for sure the young guy was sucking the black Cock and that all precum. I poke my head out form under the door and the fist thing I saw was a hard small Cock With red pubic hair and right after i saw how the twink was sucking the black Dick With out comdom. Fuck he was devouring the old Dick and dident care about how toxic it could be. Just two Seconds later my face got filled With sperm from the redhead. Then the twink got shamed and told the old troll that He need to go. When he opened the door he saw me there, he bluhs a lot and I helplessly got into the cubicle looking at the redhead eyes and he send me a litle smille. I shut the door and kneel in front of the black old Cock. I put the old black Cock in my mouth and savored the precum and the saliva from the twink on the big black Cock. The old troll laughed and push me away. He then told me that if i wanted his Cock i need to follow him home and go all the way. He say that he wanted to fuck my hot young blond bubble butt. He say that He lived near the bar and if I follow him is to get fucked with out any comdoms, just He and me. I was so in shame, but at that moment I diden't care if i was going to give myself bareback to the old troll. I could not help it, i was all to horny, I followed him like a puppy and dident care that the hot blond was waiting for me at the bar. I never ever in my life got so fucking atracted to a guy. On the street i begun to get second thougs but walked 15 meters back the old sick man. To be continued

So I’ve been on a sex hiatus since April due to some health issues. Finally turning the corner on them and I’ve been feeling the urge to be bred. So on Saturday afternoon I went to my favorite adult store but to an accident across the street , the police had everything blocked off so I headed to another one that’s hit or miss. I lost over 40 lbs so I noticed I’m getting a lot more interest. This one guy motions for me to join him in a booth amd whipped out his dick which I blew to its 7 inch size. As I’m blowing him, he’s grabbing for my ass so I offered it up. I couldn’t get my lube out fast enough as he was starting to penetrate me so I spat in my hand and worked it around his uncut cock and he popped it in. Felt so good even it was a little rough. After two or three minutes I took out my poppers and took a nice hit. He wanted a hit too so I gave them to him and within seconds he was bursting inside my hole and he kept filing me like for close to minute then handed back the poppers and walked out. I was kinda underwhelmed untilI reached back and could tell that the load was deep but also really thick. I wanted to cum too so I went to another room to jerk off and there was another guy in there that wanted to play so we sucked each other and when he was close I bent over, spread my ass and he worked it into my hole. At that point I was half naked so I completely stripped and started to grind into the couch and a guy who walked in on us staddled me amd shot all over my back and ass and I was in total heaven. I just lied there for a while lettering all that cum work it’s way inside me, got dressed and went home. Surprisingly not that much leaked out. I went home went to bed amd took a nap. When I woke up I could feel it flowing out of me which got me rock hard and used some as lube and finally came. All in all not a bad way to get back into the swing of things.

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today, all i want for my birthday (besides big booty hoes) is a new chapter!! such an amazingly hot story. love eroticas, and very rarely find ones that keep me as engaged as this. so looking forward to more!!

I've only been in two situations like that. First was the closest I ever had to a boyfriend, hung as fuck younger black guy that was absolutely amazing with a massive cock and multiple loads and was willing to fuck just about anywhere at any time. Even in my driveway late at night. Any time he would text me I was down for it. Second was a nerdier heavy set white kid that became a regular, dick was OK and he had a few weird habits when giving him head, but was always willing to pump a load down my throat or in my ass behind the dumpster of the church next door, so it was easy for me.

I think the point being made is that not all black men have big dicks, that not all black men are tops, and that not all black men are comfortable being objectified and fetishized based on either of those things alongside their skin color. For black men with big dicks, who are tops, and/or for whom that objectification and fetishization isn't an issue, it's no doubt as awesome as @topblkmale so wryly attests. But for plenty of black men I've spoken to personally they feel dehumanized, devalued, and like there is no place for them in gay life because they don't fit one or all of those expectations that people project onto them. So many incredible hot black bottoms tell me they are pushed into topping by men who can't see them in any other way. As a total bottom myself, that sounds miserable, annoying, and depressing to me.

3 years ago I contacted a profile on Scruff reading “Looking for a regular mouth to use. Anonymous scenario. Let yourself in. Kneel facing the couch. Put on a blindfold and wait with your mouth open, you never see me.” “Suck me off while I watch porn and drink a scotch. When I’ve blown I’ll leave the room. You can get up and go. Simple as that.” “Submissive cocksuckers who swallow. It’s rare to find, but a true submissive will know what their purpose is.” That was 3 years ago and I’ve been on call ever since. 2-3 times a week I simply get a text stating. “I need your mouth faggot” I go over and serve my purpose. To this day I still haven’t seen him or know he’s name but I definitely know the taste of he’s cum

I wholeheartedly agree with the earlier assertion that people in our country (and our world) should be having these kinds of discussions and hashing things out in a reasonable, civilized way. Otherwise, none of our stewing tensions and misunderstandings and lines of flawed logic will ever get fixed or resolved! These sorts of conversations are a big part of how we grow as a society, little by little. A number of commenters here have cited the fact that certain statements were just a person's opinion, or have reminded us of the fact that everyone is entitled to their opinion. There are two problematic lines of thought related to the concept of opinions that tend to arise in debates and heated discussions such as this one, which I would like to define and call out right here. FALLACY #1: The "I'm entitled to my opinion" fallacy (also called the "I have a right to my opinion" fallacy) This fallacy occurs when someone uses the mere fact that they are entitled to an opinion as a shield, so that they can avoid the requirement (in debate and discourse) to provide a reasonable justification or evidence for their position. It's often employed in situations where a person's viewpoint lacks a strong factual or logical basis. This fallacy is a form of intellectual evasion and doesn't contribute to productive or meaningful discourse. To be clear: It is true that each person in a civil debate is entitled to an opinion. That much is pretty much universally agreed upon, and nobody is arguing against that. HOWEVER, the fact that we have that entitlement/right does NOT mean that we aren't still obligated to provide facts and logical reasoning to justify our opinion and to defend it against scrutiny from others in a debate. In other words: Yeah, you have a right to take a side or a position in a debate, but if you want to share your opinion with others in the sphere of public discourse, then that comes with the responsibility to support and defend your position against critiques from your opponents, and to do so in a rational and civil manner. Nobody gets a "free pass." Nobody gets immunity from having their ideas challenged in the forum of public discourse. If it's too much of a mental burden or strain for you to have to logically defend a particular opinion of yours, then you are quite at liberty to keep that opinion to yourself until you're feeling more up to the task of supporting it. FALLACY #2: The "That's just your opinion" fallacy (also called the appeal to personal belief fallacy or the subjectivist fallacy) If someone presents a well-reasoned argument and their opponent responds, "Well, that's just your opinion," without addressing the substance of the argument, then the opponent is guilty of using this fallacy. To be clear: It can be important to distinguish between a.) matters of personal preference or subjective judgment and b.) matters of objective fact or logic when discussing opinions in arguments or debates. HOWEVER, simply labeling someone's position as an opinion does not automatically invalidate it if the position is backed up by reasonable arguments and evidence. And if the opinion does indeed have a weak factual/logical basis, then you should state that and critique those specific problems. Saying, "Well, that's just your opinion" in an attempt to shut down your opponent's argument is an example of a "thought-terminating cliché," a tactic whose function is to stop the argument from proceeding further. This should be avoided in the interest of having fair and productive public discourse.

I love takin road trip to see the country. I always get a nice hotel and look for local guys on various sites. I usually have no problem finding a decent btm to breed who will drop by my hotel. Sometimes even a good top who will drop by late to nut in my hole. Most of the time it aint a problem, we fuck and that is the end of that. Tops are more interested in leaving rigt away, sometimes a btm will linger, but I can usually get rid of em after I am done with them. It is super hot to meet new guys for a fuck/breed session on the road. Have met a few buds I play with regularly when I am in the same town later on when another trip cums up.

10 min in. I want to be on my knees when he pulls out and suck his cock, suck the rest of his cum out , lick the over flowing seed from his ass. And pull the bottoms cock from between his legs and suck it too. Then mount him, and slide my dick into his cum filled fuck hole and empty my full balls inside. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.redtube.com/39372331

Bathouses are the best because you have an escape plan if things go bad, plus lots of bathouses have big rooms for orgies Nothing worse then hosting, home or hotel, and wanting to get rid of the guy. Much easier at bathhouse since the other guy can always find someone else

Part 2: Is this an audition or adulation? In my eagerness I arrive at his forest home in just over 90 minutes. After a moment agonizing over which he would prefer, exact promptness or the zeal of being early it occurred to me that he likely already knew my excitement and desire to prove myself would cause me to be early and that was what he’d want to see. At first the conviction of this realization surprised me. How on earth did I believe this. We’d never spoken or met, simply admired one another over time and an even shorter distance than id ever imagined. But at the same time there was a electric connection, something deep inside of me that knew that He KNEW me. Knew how to get what he wanted out of me, and that if I could let my slave self lead and trust the impulses I was feeling I would be doing exactly what he wanted. And so I parked, walked calmly and confidently to the door, knocked twice and immediately kneeled. I tilted my gaze upwards at the closed door and allowed my jaw to go slack, leaving my mouth hanging open and ready should he desire it. When he opened the door, his face remained stoic, with the smallest pull of a proud grin at his eyes and corner of his lips. He surprised me when he said, “I’m honoured that you have chosen to show me exactly who you are slave.” His voice almost kind and fatherly. “To me the slave is the yin to his Master Yan, for one cannot exist without the other. What is it to be a Master without a slave to mentor and protect, and what is a slave without a Master to use him, his talents, his….,” his voice growing softer until bent and whispered in my ear “Gifts.” He placed his hand on either side of my face, assessing my eyes as I stared rapt into his. Without warning, he spit into my mouth. Once, then twice, then after snorting and working a third time. He then gently closed my mouth, and slapped me across the face so hard I fell from my knees onto my hands, adrenaline and fear suddenly rushing through me, directly into my cock now so hard I wondered if it would break off from the pressure. All kindness gone from his eyes and face he said, “You may now swallow my gifts, get off the floor and go the room downstairs at the end of the hall. You’ll know the one.” He walked away from me just as suddenly, and with a surge of delight I swallowed the spit I’d somehow managed to keep in my mouth. I forced myself to walk as calmly as I could to the room that was clearly a dungeon, and I took a moment to steady my breathing as I looked around. I now understood he was giving me a moment to acquaint myself with my new home, as I also knew it wasn’t likely that I would leave the is room often after tonight. The door entered the space and opened into a room that could easily have contained my whole apartment. On one side was a wall of cabinetry and open shelving, proudly displaying various floggers, dildos and truly massive ass toys. Something I believed to be a milking machine, and many drawers filled with medical looking tools most of which I didn’t know the purpose of. In one of the four corners was a barbers chair connected to a Fucking machine in a contraption the looked home made but well done. To the left behind a wall of bars the was a fully tiled open shower room with several shower heads and shower shots as well as a plastic urinal with a hose dangling below it. Along the back wall were two slings set at different heights, a Fuck bench, stocks, and emblazoned on the back wall was a giant biohazard symbol painted in a red suede paint on a metallic black background. Hashtags in gold surrounded the symbol totalling 31 marks in all with room to add more. In UV paint pen were signatures of what I assumed to be various visitors to the space numerous enough to fill a huge portion of the black background, some with comments and adulations, other just a name and date. As I took it all in I started to wonder if I really knew what I was doing. My cock still throbbed in the musty well used jock I’d put on, but other than reading and jacking off to stories of chasing I’d never actively pursued that kink. Not like I had with piss drinking or bondage, both of which I’d hungered for before during and after each liaison. Now that I was here, my own masochistic pig mind having mad the decision for me I let myself take the moment to answer one question. Can I actually do this? A shiver ran down my spine and my face flushed as I heard firm footsteps descend the stairs behind me. I knew that I’d be afraid right up until the moment his raw cock was kissing my abused hole, but that fear would pale in comparison to my want, no my deep deep NEED to serve Him and be used however he wanted, my own desires secondary. I turned to gaze on his face. A Marlboro dangled from his lips, off to the left controlled in a way that spoke to his ease, he carried a tall glass in each hand. One filled with a light golden brew, and the other with an amber liquid. He handed me both and asked “How do you like the space?” He walked over to a large love seat that blended so well into the dark walls I’d failed to notice it. Pulling out one of the drawer sets that was in fact also a hidden table, he rolled it infant of the sofa and sat down, gesturing for me to join him. “The cider is for me, never been a fan of beer but they make this locally. Try some, If you like it we have plenty, both new and used.” He chuckled. I walked over to him taking the barest sip of the cider, moved to emotion by his openness and real desire to share as well as use. I’d had this cider before and it was a favourite, he gave a genuine smile at this and patted the cushion next to him. Setting the glasses on the table, Cider for him, Piss for me, I stood for a moment locked into indecision between sitting on the couch and getting onto the floor. He watched as I froze, his preference hidden behind a mask of inscrutability. Letting go of my fear that my choice would be wrong, I chose the floor, sitting crosslegged between his legs, placed my hands behind me on the floor to let him know that I knew my place, and could be relaxed and comfortable there and tried to carry off an air of nonchalance. He smiled at me, almost lovingly. “To answer your question Sir, This space is… intense.” I said, “oh and thank you for the drink!” I reached behind me to get the glasses I’d set there, handing him his before settling with my own. “Yes that is one way to describe it,” He said, “Its been a labor and a monument.” He exhaled a long stream of smoke in my face and extinguished the cigarette. “Now boy, we have a lot to talk about and we will, but for now all you need to know is that I’m going to hurt you. You aren’t going to like it, but you will love it. When you leave here tomorrow evening, it will be to wrap up the life you’ve known and return, or it will be for the final time. Of course we can also stop right here, before the point of no return. This choice, one of your last that is your own I think, must be yours.” The choice made, I knew I wasn’t leaving, and to show him this I put the glass of piss to my lips and drank the entire thing. At first gulping the now cold dark piss, then slowing to savor the final drops. His eyes stopped blinking as he watched each second of me gleefully consuming his waste, even giving a small chuckle at the piss burp I vainly attempted to conceal at the end. “Good Boy.” He said. Moving his booted foot and placing it between my crossed legs, he dug in his heel to open them and then pressed hard on my balls. “Time to flush” and he leaned forward and spit in my mouth again. He rose from the couch, grabbing my glass, standing nearly full weight on my jean encased scrotum, and then turned and left the room. “STRIP AND GET ON THE BENCH” he barked as he walked away. I furiously removed my clothing pausing only to quickly fold it and place it on the counter top before I bent over the bench, sliding my wrists into the padded rings at the top, and nesting my ankles into the open rings at the bottom. Resting my head on the face ring clearly taken from a massage table I looked down to see a cupholder shelf directly below me. Without saying anything He returned with another glass of the same dark piss, this time with a lid and straw that when placed in the holder was the perfect height to reach my lips. He cinched the straps on my wrists and closed the shackles around my ankles, clicking a thick sounding padlock into place on each side. He walked over to the toy wall and made some unseen selections. He came back and lifted my head quickly sliding a sensory depravation hood onto me. It had wireless headphones built in, and I could hear his voice when he wanted me to. He slid his hands into the waist of my jock and in one slick motion cut the straps right off. He slid the fabric from under me, returned to the hood and opened the zipper at the mouth. I heard him say “ Open “ before he shoved the crusty jock I’d worn into my mouth and then closed the zipper. His voice disappeared but music started, a low ominous chanting with a steady dance beat, soft at first with increasing volume and tempo. I felt the table I was on move somehow and realized that it split where my cock and balls were, felt him slid my cock forward into a sleeve, and placed my balls in his fist. The squeeze he administered nearly made me scream into my jock. His fist pulsated, rolling my testicles between his fingers, alternating pressure, moving them from hand to hand until one ball was in each, thumb and forefinger choosing a spot until the rolling stopped and he pressed like he was trying to weld his fingers together with my balls in the middle. Now I was screaming, I’d never had CBT like this before, most men choosing to swat at them awkwardly or give them half hearted kicks. I honestly wondered whether or not they would rupture. I bucked and struggled against the restraints, as he kept the pressure steady before he started pulsing his finger to the music I could hear. He let go of them all at once and my tensed body relaxed into a cold sweat. I felt him slide my balls into what I could only assume was a vice built into the padded Fuck bench, and closed it locking them in. I felt cold spit land on my exposed ass, and then his rough workman hands slide over my hole working in the small amount of moisture he’d deposited there. He spit again and then spanked my anus, causing me to jump, then again and again, blows landed on my hole each one taking the pain higher and then without warning jammed three dry fingers into my reddened hole. I screamed out again and saw stars at the assault. I started to shake from the pain of the invasion, feeling each calloused finger scrape into my walls, and suddenly became aware that the vice my balls were in was jostling freely with the movements of his arm. It dawned on me that the vice was loose, and that every time he fucked his cock into me, it would cause the vice to slam shut with the force of his hips meeting mine, and for the first time I was genuinely terrified. There was no part of this Fuck that wouldn’t be painful for me. And with that realization I came, shooting my last neg load into the sleeve, writhing in pain and pleasure of it. His voice became audible again and hearing him chuckling he said “well boy, that’s a first for me. Usually, when boys figure out how the scrambler works, this is where neg sluts panic and try to run, as if I’d let them. But you, you’re something special. I wanted to make this last but you have me so Fucking worked up that I’m going to poz you now boy. Quick and dirty. We have all night to use and destroy you right” His voice disappeared and he ripped his hand out of my hole leaving me gaping and gasping for air. Then another slap on my hole, and another and another before he rammed the thickest cock I’ve ever felt in my life into my hole, and started pounding like a jackhammer. I started crying, full body sobs wreaked my post orgasm exhausted body. I wanted to puke and run and kiss him all at the same time. I released myself into the violence of the near rape and realized that through all of this my cock hadn’t stopped being iron hard. Wave after wave of pain radiated from my balls, each time he slid the monster cock in and out of my surely now bleeding hole with animalistic savageness. Minutes passed by as I lost sense of time and physical awareness, the assualt on my balls started to become distant and my ass adjusting to the size of his thrusting meat, my body groaned with hunger as I moved as I could to meet his thrusts, frantically building in intensity. His voice returned over the head phones “This is it boy, making you mine faggot. My load is viral, unmedicated, and its about to be yours. Gonna POZ YOU NOW. Stupid Fucking faggot, runs to a strangers house to get tortured and Pozzed, and we’ve only. Just. BEGUN.” Thrusting to accent each word. “Guess what slave, the time is now. Welcome to the brotherhood” he started screaming, “TAKE MY POZ LOAD FAG BOY, TAKE IT!! TAKE IT!!!” I could feel the hot seed firing into my ass, each and every pulse of his cock sent ripples through my whole body, and he collapsed on top of me panting. Hitting a switch that dropped the vice and sleeve letting my cock and balls free, he reached a hand forward to open the zipper at my mouth and remove the jock. I drank from the straw greedily, trying to slake the thirst the adrenaline had caused until the glass was empty. After what seemed like a life he raised his sweaty hairy chest off of my back, pulled out of my now destroyed cunt and walked to the head of the bench. He slid his cock into my mouth allowing me to suck it for the first time, and even though I couldn’t see anything I did my best to clean his cum and my ass juice off of the meat that Pozzed me and that I knew in my core I now loved completely. I felt him sigh as fresh piss was delivered into my open mouth and swallowed greedily, feeling a contentment unlike any I’d ever known. This is where I’m meant to be I knew, I’m finally who I want to be. A urinal, a pain slut, a pozzed up slave. He removed the hood from me and after releasing the cuffs helped me stand. He stared deep into my eyes as I struggled to stay upright. With a final full force backhand across the face I fell, feeling consciousness slip away, hearing him say “welcome home boy” as I smiled and passed out.

Ginger hopeful.

Woof! Would spend hours between those legs sucking on it!

YES! I love fucking meth addicts so much I became one. Proud tweaker and love to find my way into a homeless tent, trailer and get naked and nasTy as fuck. True freedom is a slutty chempig around your cock.

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 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.

Gave my last load to this hot Asian high school boy in a park bathroom, named Ethan. He noticed my cock as I was pissing in a urinal. After I finished, he got on his knees and cleaned me up, then sucked me proper for almost 10 minutes. Then we went to one of the stalls, he pulled down his jeans and I ate him out till he was nice and wet. Fucked him for 20 minutes, pumped 8 loads in his boicunt. When I finished, I noticed a line of men behind me. I stayed and watched while a dozen guys used his holes. When all the guys were finished, Ethan gave me his phone number and email. Turns out he's a pretty kinky slut.

I had one guy who I dated briefly in college. The first time we hooked up we were messing around and my jaw dropped at the amount he shot. I couldn’t believe it and was speechless as I saw the mess on my sheets. I was so shocked that I didn’t mention it and he acted like it was a totally normal amount. These days, I would have been down on his cock trying to swallow the entire load.

Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real people are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental harm, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English/American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 2: I can not believe what, how happened So, where were we? Oh, that's right, the nightly bathroom encounter. Well, Karel grabbed Sven by the arm, and pulled him under the shower. Sven immediately got down on his knees, and without prompting, took Karel`s cock into his hungry mouth. Karel was so perplexed, because he had thought otherwise, but within seconds he shot a huge load into Sven`s greedy gullet. After my brother swallowed my best friend's cum load he stood up saying, "Thank you, that was very tasty, I hope there is more of it." Karel was still standing stiff with amazement under the running shower and wasn't really able to answer, or rather, he didn't get time for it, because Sven already shot out with a perverted question, " Is your commercial just fake, or are you really toxic?" Karel was still trying to sort out his thoughts, but he was also desperate to answer so as not to be rude. "Um, yeah, I mean no, the commercial is not fake, I'm really toxic, I don't take medication. And yes, there would be more of it." Sven's answer came like a shot, "Horny, my hungry boy cunt has been waiting for real poz sperm for a long time." and he winked mischievously at Karel while showing him his rear end, spreading his ass cheeks. "I don't know if this is such a good idea, I'm viral." spoke Karel as he was interrupted by my brother Sven. "I know it's just the thing for my cunt. I've been fucked by my classmate for 2 years, at first even against my will. Now I let the guys do it, but with the option for me that I may also, if I ever feel like it, slide over them. And that's where it would be really awesome if I was POZ, and could impregnate all those straight asses." Karel looked at Sven with wide eyes, just shook his head, finally saying, "You're just as much of a perverted, twisted fucker as I am. But I must confess to you, I had planned something different this weekend. Chris has been wiggling his straight ass around in front of my face for ages, and I wanted to crack him now. I abstained from any sexual activity for 2 weeks especially for this." Sven pouted. Karel continued speaking, " You already stole one load from me, the next 3-4 loads have to go into your brother Chris's ass, I have to implement this plan. But I promise you, you will get my babies in the night from Sunday to Monday." Sven looked sad as he asked, "Will I really get your presents then?" "Yes." was Karel's short and curt reply as he crept naked and wet downstairs to Chris' bedroom. To be continued soon.

Part 2 Seeing that the shot glass was already in Patrick’s hand, there wasn’t much point in turning back, but to only move forward, as the night was just getting started. The three knocked back their glasses and all squeamed at the bitter acrid flavor. Passing the Gatorade bottle around they each rinsed the flavor out and took a pause to adjust to the beverage they consumed. Ben grabbed a few pieces of candy and popped some in Mike’s mouth, handing Patrick a couple as well. “That stuff is terrible, hope you’re right and it's worth it. What happens now?” “We should start seeing it take into effect. It’s gonna make us feel more relaxed and give us a euphoric feel. But it’s not immediate, it takes 20 minutes” Mike reassured. “Ok, cool. Never thought I’d try something like that but let’s see how it goes” Patrick reiterated. “Yeah you’re gonna start to swirl, you’ll tell” Ben followed, smiling with a sense of self awareness and familiarity. Patrick dismounted Mike to change positions and give his calves a break. Ben, who was sitting back, legs up, and rubbing his pink hole, hand gestured to Patrick to come forward and top him. Ben’s chest showed beads of sweat pooling in between his furry pecs. Patrick crawled forward to Ben as Patrick began bathing Ben like a lioness cleaning her cub. Ben’s chest was salty, while his mouth was sweet from the gummy bears and the citric acid he had snacked on. Their tongues once again furrociously attacked each other. Their grunts were animalistic, as Ben’s legs were lifted over Patrick’s shoulders. It was a great position for Patrick to begin eating Ben’s male pussy and lick his sack. Patrick’s tongue managed to reach pretty far up his pink cunt, feeling his soft insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuckk ughhh keep it coming kiddo” Ben gasped. Ben’s man juices were sweet and insatiable. Leaving Ben’s hole slick with saliva and pushing back against his thighs, Patrick licked upwards across Ben’s tense bulbospongiosus muscle between his ass and his dick, making Ben moan even louder. Seeing Ben’s reaction he went back from sucking on Ben’s testicles back down to his pelvic muscles and reapplied pressure with his tongue and nose. Feeling Mike’s hands from behind, Patrick was getting his ass tuned up for another round of getting eaten out. Mike was excellent at rimming, he knew to not go too fast and he used the entire flat top of his tongue on Patrick. Mike and Patrick had their mouths stuffed, and could hear Ben groan the loudest as he watched his guest and his partner lined up in front of him. Amidst the action, Ben watched the porn play an orgy scene, set in the basement of a bar, and a group of pigs were filming each other using only the flashlights from their phones. These were some of the sweatiest pigs, quietly passing the bottom around with their black eyes. For Patrick, blowjobs were not really his top preference, but feeling the sexual tension he was willing to get as much cock as he could. Patrick stuffed his mouth with Ben’s meat nice and easily, realizing that his gag reflex was not interfering in any way. He could almost go all the way down to the base before coming up for air. “Dude you’re taking that dick so fucking good, don’t stop Patrick. You feeling the high kicking in? It’s fucking hitting me right now pfffff—ughhhh fuckkk”. “Yeah I’m starting to fucking swirl back here too hun, I’m gonna need that lube back here, can you pass me it Patrick?” Without a moment waiting, Patrick grabbed the lube on the edge of the bed and shoved it in Mike’s hand fast. He needed his dick back in him, he needed this raunchy spit roast to happen. Patrick could feel the horniness increase, feeling his heart pulse his blood rapidly, his body temperature begin to heat up, and could see his sweat creating drip marks on the sheets. He wanted these men to completely devour his body, enter his holes. Patrick lowered his hips for Mike while he pressed his hands into Ben’s inner thighs. It turns out that Ben is a grower, and boy he grew in girth and another inch of length, pulling his foreskin fully back, revealing a wide piss slit for Patrick to tongue. Patrick continued making love to Ben’s meat, without any sign of slowing down. “Guys I’m definitely feeling the high, oh my god my body feels so light and electric. Fuck me Mike, fuck me so deep.” Patrick growled back over his shoulder. “Boss you wanna feel me pump your ass with my semen? You’d like that huh? I’m gonna ask you return the favor to Ben and we can make a fuck train.” Mike growled back, smiling and showing his teeth. SLAP - Mike gripped Patrick’s ass with full strength, giving this ass another long lick over Patrick’s pucker. Mike inched himself on his knees closer behind Patrick’s lowered rear and rubbed his dick up and down this boys class crack in front of him. The lube was rubbing off and onto Patrick’s ass requiring that Mike apply a few more squirts of lube to fully slick up their bodies. Slapping his dick on Patrick’s hole, Mike could see Patrick’s ass clit pulsing and winking at him, signaling he needed raw cock. “Ughhh fuck, I need bareback sex. Fuck me raw” Patrick begged. Mike obliged, pressing his tip back inside the boys ass, gliding effortlessly passed the boy’s lips, and passed through his first ring. Using his teeth, Ben tore at the plastic of a different brand new bottle of poppers from the dresser and discarded the plastic to the floor. He opened the cap and assisted Patrick in feeding him long huffs of poppers. FUCK these were equally strong, taking over Patrick’s entire body. “Woahhhhooough you gotta try these you guys.” Patrick breathed. Patrick passed on the bottle to Mikes hands, as their motion paused for Mike to inhale. Mike took in his huff for 10 seconds on the left, and on the right, passing the open bottle for Ben to take some. Now that everyone was ready to go, their rhythm had begun. Ben was breathing loudly, taking himself into overdrive, while Patrick and Mike were panting in sync. Everyone’s bodies were hot and to the touch and their skin was slick with beads of sweat. The extra lube, everybody’s sweat, along with the poppers made for easy pounding pounding. Mike rammed in fast, pulled out slowly, giving his cock a flex inside Patrick. “I’m swirling, I’m fucking high fffffff-ughhh I wanna get fucked so hard by you kiddo, you wanna fuck me like you’re getting fucked right now?” Ben groaned. “Yeah let me be in the middle of you guys, that would be fucking hot.” Ben quickly took a pillow, folded it and positioned himself right in front of Patrick’s dripping cock. Ben’s ass was pointing straight at him, inviting them both to come closer. Ben’s meaty ass had tufts of sweaty public hair circling his ass, clumping in the sweat and saliva. Mike and Patrick, still penetrated, carefully kneeled up close to Ben to get the three of them fucking. Patrick lubed Ben’s naked cock up, as Ben mouthed his lips to Patrick and with wide eyes, “you fucking beautiful boy, youre so fucking sexy.” Patrick lined up, pressing into Ben’s cave, and could see his veiny cock slip into Ben’s soft and warm tunnel. “Haaaaawwwww yessssss big boy, your big dick feels incredible” Patrick closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fists supported his torso on both sides of Ben’s hips. This gave Patrick support to easily back into Mike and forward into Ben. His fuck hole and his cock were getting worked together. Mike changed positions slightly, getting on his hind legs and gripping Patrick’s harness, managing himself to thrust more upwards. In unison, their trio bareback was tapping into their animalistic grunting, heaving, thrusting and moaning. Ben and Patrick reentered their deep kissing, tongue fucking and licking more aggressively. “ I’m so fucking high, holy shit you guys this stuff is so fucking good, what is this stuff again?” “It’s the G, this is a fucking good batch. We love it when we have groups over” Mike panted with his eyes shut. “Ugh I wanna do more in a bit, we should maybe do our regular dose, this was a bit less to get you started kiddo” Ben said Patrick saw the digital clock and saw that it was 3am. The night was flying. Patrick could understand one thing, and that was that he wanted to go deeper, he wanted more cock and more sweat to keep their juices flowing. As their bodies were slamming into each other, Patrick leaned back upright, rubbed his hands all over his own chest, pushing back his slick greasy hair. His armpit hair showing off, pits stinking, and feeling like the sex trophy he always wanted to be. Hands from Mike and Ben enveloped him as they breathed heavily, squeezing his flexed muscles. Mike could not go any deeper into Patrick as his thighs pressed into Patrick’s ass as far as he could reach, throwing his whole body into him. Mike was getting tenser and louder, his grip firmly squeezing Patrick’s shoulders. “Ughhh ughhh ugghhh I’m cumming a bit, oooohh fuck I’m squirting inside you” “Knock me up you fucking pig, feed me your jizz, I want your raunchy juices inside where it belongs” Patrick yelled. The pounding was getting wetter and stickier, and Patrick’s ass was loaded with Mike's natural lubricant. The bed was convulsing and rocking loudly. “Wwwooffwwofwoofwoofwoof ohh fuck yeah you like that kiddo?” Ben said. “Oh man I’m fucking exploding, your ass is so wet, I’m still cumming!” Mike was making a complete mess of Patrick, wrecking his cunt and taking complete ownership of him. Patrick could feel some of the cum splashing between his ass and Mike's crotch. “Aahhhhh!! Rrrrrrrrrr fuckkk!” Mike clenched his pelvis and ass muscles into Patrick’s caverness ass. Letting his load shoot 4 more pulses, Mike waited for his muscles to recover as his body was weakened from the intense eruption. As Mike’s energy stabilized, he pulled out his junk from Patrick’s loaded cunt, seeing his prick covered in his frothy cream. Patrick was spilling Mike’s load all over the sheets as his ass lips adjusted to the absence of Mike’s prick. Patrick paused for a moment to acknowledge Mike’s satisfied grin. Ben grabbed the back of Patrick’s sweaty neck and licked the inside of his ears and whispered “ “You fucking beautiful boy you fuck me with your big donkey dick, huh? ffffffffff-ugghhh you like that baby? You like being high in my ass?” Patrick’s body weight was completely on top of Ben, embracing him, dripping sweat and grunting in their missionary position. “Huh huh huh huh huh ooooohh fuckkk yeah, this sex is so fucking hot. Wanna do another round of that drink?” Wiping himself dry with a bath towel from the corner of the room, Mike said “Well I don’t know if you’d be down, but we could potentially expand our session a bit and see who else is out there. Don’t get me wrong I think what we’ve got going on is hot and we don’t need to do anything that we aren’t already enjoying. But how are you feeling about exploring some more?” “Like a foursome?” “Like anything we want to do honestly, we love group fucking whenever we can, and I think you’re kinda piggish like us” Ben answered with encouragement, smiling from the notion that appeared groundbreaking to Patrick. “I’m so down, there’s so many guys in this neighborhood, but the only thing is that it's pretty late to start a hookup, right? Its going on 4am.” Scrolling through his phone, Mike said “We’ve got a friend our age we’ve known for a long time, we were chatting earlier and he hosts. Super sweet guy. Check out this guy’s profile, what do you think?” Passing over the phone, Patrick was amazed to find the same guy that he was looking at just days ago. Going through the public photos, Patrick completely recognized this profile with the emojis. “I’ve never messaged him but he looks hot, what is he into?” “He’s very verse, great kisser, and loves to have his ass fisted depending on the night”. Give me your BBRT profile name and I’ll tell him to unlock for you. Is that cool?” Mike asked. “Yeah if you could that would be awesome” “He’ll send more pics in a sec. I’m messaging him now, his name’s Christopher. He does live in midtown but has a fantastic apartment on the west side, high in the clouds.” Patrick was getting super excited about continuing with Ben and Mike and getting to try yet another flavor tonight. Patrick couldn’t even think about going home yet being so horned up. “Check your messages, he says hi to you” “Opening his phone, he saw about a half a dozen unread messages, but the last 2 were unlocked pics from Christopher and a note with “hey ;) “ in the subject line. Upon opening his unlocked account, Christopher appeared to actually have a really handsome appearance. He had a beard and a good mixture of self pics and pics from his own conquests. He wasn’t handsome, he was hot with a good set of shoulders and arms, and a big swaying set of balls dangling nice and low. “Fuck he’s hot you guys” “Yeah we think so too, he’s also very generous with his supplies and likes getting his boys fucked up. I think you’d hit it off” said Ben. “He’s saying we’re still welcome to come over and he wants to meet you Patrick.” Patrick was responding back to his private message from Christopher to make an introduction. He wrote… “I’m Patrick, how’s your night? Been having a good time hanging out with Ben and Mike up here in Harlem” Pressing send, Patrick looked up to Mike and Ben who were looking at him for clarity on next steps. “I’d be down to go to his place, but its up to you two what you guys wanna do. I wanna see where our night takes us and keep exploring with you guys.” “You’re gonna like Christopher, he’s a good guy to party with” said Mike. “That also means that you’d Mike and I would be going a bit deeper with the Christopher, that’s just how the three of us have vibed for the last decade. We’d all let you figure out how much farther you wanna keep trying new things, we don’t wanna scare ya, you know?” said Ben. “I see, no I really appreciate you looking out for me. I think I’ll see once I’m there but if he has more G than I can definitely do some of that, and just see how it goes, if that’s not too weird?” “We’ll bring some supplies to contribute, don’t you worry kiddo, you’re gonna have a good time no matter what” said Mike Pulling some clothes together, Ben said “Let’s get ready to leave for Christopher’s, the car is gonna get here in about 7 minutes”.

I had a married Cuban bud who worked the overnight shift at a nearby hospital. He was a rough, nasty motherfucker who needed to get all his aggression out before going back home to his princess wife. He’d call and wake me up in the middle of the night or early in the morning when he left the hospital, I’d unlock the door and go back to bed - nude - until I heard him let himself in and ditch his clothes on the way to the bedroom or maybe I’d suprise him on my knees in front of the door. Dude used to put me through my paces nonstop until it was time for me to get ready for work and him to go home to his wife. I’d drag my tired and satisfied ass into the office with his scent all over me, sometimes with his bite marks. Sometimes I’d wear his sweaty underwear or maybe a jock of mine he pissed on, perving all day thinking about it. This was a regular, ongoing thing for 3-4 years until he moved away. He was a hot pig and I miss him like hell...

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

Part 3 After a couple of hours, my Aids lover was still sleeping, but i wanted more sex. I was so fucking horny for the old discosting man,I wanted so bad his Aids babies in me again to make sure i got pregnangt by the old fart. I did not understand myself, but I could not Control myself. I wanted him so bad, the sex was so amzing, its like his discosting features make me even hornier. I try to Wake him up, kissing him all over his face and mouth, probing my tongue in his old mouth, but he pushed me away all the time. Please lets get United again, please, I begged. He then oppeed his eyes and spit in my open mouth. We start to kiss like crazy again, and he told me many sweet Things in my ear, like i was so handsome, so hot, i have an Incredible buble but, and he loved the fact that i wanted him so much. He wanted to reunited Our bodies in one by the sex whith no comdoms. He ordered me on my back holding my knees clouse to my ears, kissing me and spitting on me wille the union was made. he was saying to me that we was trully one persone, even he was the ugliest at the bar, and i the hottest, we was now been one, only one persone totally United by teh sex, and then he sudenlly came in me, telling me that he was gonna live in me forever. Right afer he came and i felt his cum in me i came again With out touching myself and my cum landed on my lips and eyes. he then went to the toilet saying when he come back he wnated me out of here, its understud? He told me that if i want to se him again, i can go to the bar nex Friday and seduce him right in front of everybody, or els i will never ever get his Dick again. I immediately went out all full of shame. I feelt used by the old troll. i was determinated to not meet him again ever. He was rude, ugly, old, wasted, full of Aids, i deserved much much better. But to be honest all week i was hard remembering him, i even felt like i was falling in love With the old Aids troll, me, such a handsome guy that always get the hottest dudes. What was happening to me, i culdent think about anything els than him, his old black Dick,his amazng way to fuck me, his eyes looking at me. Friday i was back at the bar, dressed the moust sexy way i could manage. I was so in shame, asking myself what if someone knew me, what if some of my friends se me With ths discosting old sick man. I almoust go back to the streat whem i so him on his way to the toilet followed again by the redhead. i followed to the toilets and there they were frenching like no tomorrow. I was so jealouse, i feel like i was mad in love with the old troll, I was afraid that he got his babies in the redhead and maybe didient wanted me after. I say hello, and the odl troll told me that i need to waith, that his freind mark wanted some Dick and they dissapaered in one cublicle frenching. I spy the sexual union, but the readhead cum very fast again, as fast as the old man has his black Dick in his ass, all bare. then again the shame overcomed him and he dissapaered from Our wiew. The old man make me blow his Dick to clean it up, and sudenlly sarted to piss in my mouth, and my Nice sweeter got weet from the piss i dident managed to drink. i looked at him and he was smillin, I was happy that i was making him happy. he then tuck his dick of my mouth and in his throuses and told me lets go Dance. I was so in shame, averybody was looking at us dancing, kissing, his hands all over me, i was feeling like i was so in love With him that i decided to ignore all the guys waching and give myself totally to the old aids troll. To be continued.

I'm very curious and feel weird about it. It's the moral vs the horny part which sometimes indicate towards different directions. If someone was cute enough would you try to have sex with him? Is there a way to approach them? And, most importantly, do these people have "apetite' for sex or not at all? Would you take any precautions or it would be as with a typical guy?

Forget hosting Forget hotels/ motels Go for bathhouses

Darkrooms, Gloryholes arevmy favourite as well. Especially the darkroom in the bathhouse in Amsterdam

Part 26 Jeremy was alternating between moaning, purring and begging as Ryan see-sawed his fat raw cock (his raw HIV-positive cock!) in and out of Jeremy's ass as Drew and I watched and listened in horny lust to everything being displayed on the screen before us. Drew was feeding me more smoke from the pipe as he worked to seal my capitulation with his lewd talk. “It's totally hotter than hell watching your son getting fucked with raw dick and hearing him beg for those poz loads isn't it Daddy Justin?” Watching the screen in earnest I reached between Drew's legs and took his rigid shaft in my fist and started slowly jacking him. “Hell yeah it is!” I answered him. “Watching him getting fucked with the same poz dicks that fucked me earlier. And hearing him say how much he wants it! Oh gawd!!” Drew pinched one of my sensitive nips causing a ripple of more pleasure to run through my body. “Do you want it too, Daddy Justin? Do you want more poz cum in your hole and to fuck your cock into more poz ass?” he asked in a soft whisper dripping with seduction and temptation. A temptation I realized I was powerless to resist. “Fuck yes I do!” I said with undisguised need and hunger in my own voice. He smiled that same beautiful smile he'd shown me that first day we met (had it been just a week ago?!) and said, “You will. Don't worry. Let's watch a little more first,” and we turned our attention back to the scene of what was happening just a few feet down the hall from us. As I watched I saw Kevin turn from the dining room table and saw that he was holding what appeared to be some syringes and a belt. I looked briefly at Drew with questioning eyes and he grinned and told me to watch and listen. He said things were about to heat up. I quickly looked back just as I heard my son's voice saying in a ragged breath, “What's that stuff for Daddy Kevin?” Kevin stood next to Jeremy's prone body on the couch and ran his empty hand across Jeremy's sweat-drenched abs and chest as Ryan slowed his fuck-pace. “Do you remember the last time you were here and we watched a video where a couple of the guys took an injection from a syringe like these?” Jeremy seemed to pause as he felt another deep thrust of Ryan's cock. “Yes. You called it a..a...”, he trailed off. “A slam, son,” Kevin said evenly. “It's a needle full of the T we've been smoking diluted in water. Goes right into your system and makes everything we've been doing so much better than you can imagine. I think you said you might like to try it, right?” There was a moment's hesitation before Jeremy said, “Yeah, maybe. Will it hurt? Is it safe?” “No it won't hurt, just a quick pinch of the needle, then you'll feel better than you ever have. And yeah, it's just as safe as smoking it from the pipe,” Kevin answered in a soothing voice. “And it's so frigging good to get slammed when you have a cock fucking your ass!” Ryan added. I saw Jeremy lick his lips then eagerly say, “Yeah! Let's do it then. Slam me Daddy Kevin!” I heard Drew beside me whisper, “Fucking A!” and heard Kevin instructing Jeremy what to do and telling him what was going to happen. Ryan stopped his thrusting and held his cock still inside Jeremy as Kevin took Jeremy's outstretched arm and wrapped the belt around it. He told Jeremy he was looking for a prominent vein and immediately said he'd found one and rubbed it with an alcohol wipe. I watched mesmerized as Kevin slowly inserted the needle into my son's pulsing vein and seconds later the syringe was turning red as Jeremy's blood entered it, mixing with the diluted meth. I heard Kevin ask, “Are you ready?” but he was looking into the camera and I knew he was asking me as well as Jeremy. Jeremy nodded and Kevin pushed the plunger, slowly emptying the contents into my boy's blood and body. Drew and I moaned together as Jeremy and Ryan moaned too on the screen. Kevin quickly removed the belt from Jeremy's arm and told him to hold it up in the air and to “get ready” and “ride it out, son.” In just a few seconds Jeremy's body shuddered, he began gasping and started coughing deep and hard. I turned a paniced look to Drew but he said not to worry and keep watching. Jeremy's coughing fit stopped, he shuddered one more time then opened his eyes and I could see a transformation on his face. He looked wildly at Kevin then at Ryan and back at Kevin. “Oh my gawd!” he exclaimed. “Oh fuck, Daddy Kevin! Oh fuckkkk!” Kevin laughed. “Feels good doesn't it son?” he asked. “Oh yes, yes, yes! So fucking good!” Then Jeremy turned his eyes on Ryan who was grinning widely. “Your hole just got 10 degrees hotter around my cock dude! How're you feeling?” Jeremy started pulling on his nips as he wrapped his legs tighter around Ryan's waist. “It feels so fucking fantastic bro! Fuck me man! Fucking drill my hole and fucking give me your poz cum! Please fucker!” my son practically screamed. “You got it pig!” Ryan growled as he pulled back then slammed forward into the depths of Jeremy's ass. I watched in fascination as Ryan fucked my son with an even greater intensity than he had fucked me in the park and I had no doubt Jeremy was enjoying that dick just as much as his father had not too long ago. I heard Kevin say he was going to go get Drew but I'm not sure Jeremy even heard him through all the grunting and groaning he and Ryan were doing. A moment later the bedroom door opened and I glanced up to see Kevin entering with a huge smile on his face and his huge dick as hard as it'd been all day. Though I wanted to watch my son with these men on the computer screen, my hunger won out as Kevin wordlessly walked over to me and slid his cock between my lips. I started sucking feverishly on the cock that had just fucked my own son full of poz cum as the sound of Jeremy getting fucked by Ryan was the perfect background noise. I was remotely aware that Drew and Kevin were making out while I worked to deepthroat Kevin's length and at the same time heard Ryan on the screen and through the now-open bedroom door telling Jeremy how good his ass felt and how close he was to cumming in him. I moaned around my mouthful of cock as I heard Jeremy again urge Ryan to shoot his poz cum in him, to mix it with Kevin's. Kevin slid his meat from my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. Pulling his lips from mine he grinned at me in total wantonness and asked, “So you liked watching me shoot my poz cum in your boy?” he asked. “Oh fuck yes!” I answered without reservation. “And hearing him beg for it?” Kevin continued. “Even hotter,” I confessed. His grin widened. “And how about you buddy? Do you want more of my poz cum in your ass too? In your tweaked up cheating married daddy ass?” I wrapped my hand around Kevin's cock and licked the precum-covered head. Looking up at him I said, “Oh gawd yes! I want more of your poz cum man! The same poz cum you gave my son just now!”, then I slid my lips back down his cock. Kevin let me suck him a few moments longer before taking his cock back out and I heard the all-familiar “click” then parted my lips for the glass cock Drew was offering me. I sucked in two huge lungfuls of the sweet magic fuck smoke and was ready to hear what these two studs had in mind next for tonight for all of us, including Jeremy. Blowing out my second cloud I looked at Drew and saw him watching me. He said, “We came here tonight so you could have sex with your son.” He paused as I felt my heart flip hearing his words. “Are you ready for that Daddy Justin?” he asked. “Are you ready for some no-restrained wickedly hot ta*oo incest with your own son?” “More than you know!” I replied feeling the dark decadent smile on my lips. Drew returned my smile and said, “Well, then, let's get this party charged up!” He and Kevin laughed at the double meaning which was lost on me. Drew turned to Kevin and said, “Stay here with Daddy Justin. I'm going to go get Ryan and Jeremy and we're going to move the fun here to the bedroom.” Giving me a quick kiss he said, “Watch the screen, you hot married pig! And get ready. I'm going to bring you your son's ass so you can incest fuck him!”, and with that he walked out closing the door behind him. A moment later I saw Drew walk up to Jeremy in the living room just as he was finishing up sucking Ryan's cock clean after Ryan had bred him and pulled out of his teen hole. “Hey, Jer,” Drew said to Jeremy drawing my son's attention to him and his nakedness and hardness. Jeremy grinned seeing Drew and said, “Hey, man! I was wondering where you was. Glad to see you!” Drew bent down and kissed Jeremy briefly then pulling back said, “Yeah, I was in the bedroom with Daddy Kevin's friend having a little fun.” He grinned at Jeremy and said “How about we all move to the bedroom and have some fun together?” Jeremy sat up on the couch and said, “I'm ready! Is he hot?” “Oh man,” Drew answered, “he is so fucking sexy and hot! We heard part of the fun you were having in here and he is wanting to fuck you like crazy!” I groaned hearing Drew setting the stage for me and my son to fuck. Kevin lit the bowl again and I inhaled more fuck smoke, watching and listening to the scene in the living room. Kevin had me get on my hands and knees facing the screen and a minute later I felt the wetness of his tongue kissing and licking and sucking my aching but hungry hole. I forced myself to concentrate on what was going on on the computer screen. Jeremy was sitting on the couch with Ryan and Drew on either side of him passing a smoke-filled pipe back and forth. Drew was talking to Jeremy. “Daddy Kevin's friend is married and he told us he has a son your age that he really wants to fuck.” “Fuck man that's hot!” I heard Jeremy say at the same time I felt Kevin slip a finger inside me. I quickly felt the flash of burn and knew he was giving me a booty bump. He wasn't making it easy to follow what was happening in the living room but I tried. “Yeah it's hot and he wants you to do some roleplay with him and let him know how much you want to have incest with your dad. And since you do want that for real I figured you'd be cool with getting into it with him, right?” Drew asked watching Jeremy exhale more smoke. “Oh fuck yeah man! I'm definitely down for that.” I was shaking in lust realizing how close I was to getting to fuck my own son. Just as I was thinking that I felt the bed move and then felt the blunt head of Kevin's dick pressing against my twitching hole. I knew it was likely just a matter of minutes before I was going to be pressing my own dad-cock against my own son's cum-filled hole but my need to have my own ass filled again was overwhelming and I pushed back meeting Kevin's forward push and we moaned in unison as once again he moved his entire length inside me. (more to come)

Chapter 14: Long Distance Laszlo sat in his seat on the plane, silently willing it to pull away from the gate and get going. Daniel had urged, and he had agreed, that long goodbyes merely prolonged the agony. So they’d said their goodbyes before leaving the resort, Daniel had driven from there to the airport, and Laszlo had hopped out of the Jeep and grabbed his bag after one quick goodbye kiss. Now, as the plane sat through a delay (“to finish loading the baggage,” the captain had said), it seemed almost as if the airline had determined to drag out the process just to scrape his nerves, already raw after saying goodbye so soon after they had finally, truly met. He felt as if he had only taken a first step to go, as if he hadn’t really left Daniel yet, and it was ripping him apart from the inside out. Finally, the door was closed, the pre-flight announcements began, and in another minute the plane had begun to roll backwards from the terminal, being shoved clear by the tow tractor. At least, he thought, he had the consolation of knowing that he’d gotten a seat on one of the few nonstop flights to Los Angeles and didn’t have to go through the whole hassle all over again in Honolulu. In a few more minutes they were on the runway, and Laszlo found his window was facing the terminal area and the main part of the island. His eyes were getting very wet as the plane lifted and soared into the sky, but he was pretty sure that he could make out, between tears, the grey Jeep parked by the road outside the airport with the lone figure standing beside it, waving. Laszlo was so depressed that he even declined the offer of drink or food, and just did his best to sleep the five-hour flight away. It was after 11:00 at night when Laszlo finally walked into his apartment. He was tired, jetlagged, and most of all he was suffering from extreme emotional disorientation. For three wonderful days and nights he had been joining his life together with the man of his long dreams, and now they were disconnected from each other again. It was only a small consolation that he now knew where Daniel could be found. Laszlo fell onto his bed, curling himself up into a tight little ball of unhappiness and misery. He wanted so desperately to call. Even talking to Daniel would be a bit of a help. But they weren’t due to have their first scheduled FaceTime until tomorrow evening – and after checking the time yet again, he knew that Daniel – the personification of “early to bed, early to rise” – would most likely be asleep. In this, as it happened, Laszlo was right on target. The man who was occupying his every thought was sleeping peacefully, a beatific smile spread across his face. His reaction to the end of their first shared time together was sheer euphoria: his fears put to rest, his doubts settled, a lifetime of feeling somehow wrong or insufficient or inadequate tossed into the garbage can, never to return. That miraculous transformation which Laszlo had wrought in Daniel had made – literally – a new man out of him. Not to suggest that Daniel was in any way unperceptive or uncaring. When Daniel had awoken the next morning and taken a bit of time to think, he realized himself that his reaction was not what most people would expect to see in this situation. He was also quite sure that Laszlo was going to be a good deal less happy than he was. When it came to their FaceTime, he knew that he would have to dampen down his enthusiasm, just in case, but also be ready to try to use some of his energy to pick Laszlo back up. Sure enough, when he ran downstairs to get some coffee, Rodrigo remarked at once on his bright cheery disposition. “I thought you’d drag in here like you were pulling a hundred-pound weight labelled ‘Life’s Tragedy’ and here you are, almost bouncing off the walls, you’re so happy!” Arian and Brad also noticed the unexpected reaction, but they were a bit more tactful about just letting it go by unremarked. Tact, however, would never be Rodrigo’s middle name. As the clock approached ten that evening, Laszlo pulled himself together. He hadn’t exactly been bawling his eyes out all day, but he had certainly wandered around in a fog of gloom. But now he had to buck himself up, in case Daniel was even more down and needed his help. So he headed to the bathroom, washed his face in hot water to wake himself up and to clean away any negative evidence, then sat down at his computer and connected. Daniel came on right away. “Laszlo! How are you doing?” Then he looked more closely. “You are trying very hard to put on a good face. Is it bad for you?” Laszlo just nodded. “Oh, love, I wish I could be there to hug you again, just to pick you back up.” Laszlo quickly dashed his hand across his eyes. “This is a lot harder than I thought it would be, Daniel. I don’t know how anyone ever survives in a long-distance relationship. It’s barely 30 hours and I’m coming apart.” Daniel thought quickly. This was a lot worse than he’d expected. “You need to talk to someone there, in person. Someone who’s been there and knows the score. Do you still keep in touch with Jim and Steve?” “Yes.” “Jim’s the man you need to talk with.” “Why him?” “His relationship before Steve was a long-distance one and lasted for six years. And he’s a good guy, with a caring heart. He’s sure to have some ideas and advice for you, and he’ll surely give you enough support to hold the fort for the next six weeks.” “I can try, I suppose.” “You should. Moping by yourself for weeks on end is no way to live. Reach out to some of the others. Marina is another one – she has more common sense in her little finger than most people I know can find in their whole body. And she really likes you, cares what happens to you. Why don’t you call her for coffee, first break you get in your schedule?” Laszlo was brightening a bit. “That sounds like a plan, both of them.” Daniel decided to go for the clinching argument. “Laszlo, trust in both of us, in what we said and did for and with each other. We said the biggest words of our lives: ‘I love you.’” Laszlo positively beamed at the memory. “We said it and we meant it, every word. Now, it’s just waiting time, and that means patience. It’s hard, but we’re strong where it counts – stronger than ever, since we’ve pledged to share our strength with each other. So we have strength and love on our side, and with that we can find the patience we need to get through this challenging time.” “Daniel, I love you so much – and I love the way you always find the words to say that I need to hear so badly.” “Laszlo, I feel the same about you. During the time since we met again on Saturday night, I’ve found more strength and healing from you than I ever got from all the rest of the people in my entire life. You’ve given me an whole new life which I didn’t think I could ever have. I love you.” “I love you.” “Feeling better now?” “Yes. Much better. I’ll get hold of Jim and Marina tomorrow. And we’ll talk tomorrow night again. Friday, I have my orientation session at my worksite, nine to one, and then the rest of the day off. What about you?” “More of the same old for me. Coffee on the beach. Surfing with the guys in the morning before all the incompetent tourists get there and ruin all the waves. More surfing in the evening, after they’ve all gone.” “And hot sex with Rodrigo?” “Umm….” Daniel was actually caught off guard by Laszlo’s sudden thrust. Laszlo laughed. “Okay with me if you do. I wouldn’t mind having a go at him myself, next time I’m there. He’s hot and sexy and he already did a crotch grind and winked at me. I’m sure he’s interested.” Now it was Daniel’s turn to chuckle. “Rodrigo? Yup, he gets hot on the turn of a dime, especially for anyone who’s…” Laszlo had just a split second to register the door opening behind Daniel’s face before Rodrigo cut in. “Talking about me?” Once again, Daniel was left momentarily speechless. Laszlo laughed again and batted right back for both of them. “Well, naturally. I knew you’d been fucking around with Daniel, and then you came on to me, so that makes you fair game for both of us!” Rodrigo laughed too. “Got me, sheriff!” Daniel cut in, his voice a shade cooler, Laszlo thought. “Rodrigo, can you give us a few minutes to wrap this up and then come back?” Rodrigo realized belatedly that walking in without warning maybe wasn’t the smartest move in the world after what had happened in the last few days. “Sure. Check back in ten. See you, Laszlo.” “Bye.” After he’d left, Daniel sighed slightly. “My bad. I should have warned him that I’d be busy at this time. Sorry, Laszlo.” “Look on the bright side, Daniel – at least he didn’t come in to ask for phone sex.” “How can you be sure?” That set both of them laughing. Then Daniel went on. “Well, you’re looking a whole lot better now than when we came on here.” “I am. Thank you. What you said – I needed to hear that, from you. I’m sure we can make it through this tough time.” “So am I, Laszlo. The real miracle here is that we love each other. That makes everything possible for us.” “I love you, Daniel.” “I love you, Laszlo. See you same time tomorrow.” They blew kisses at each other, and Daniel clicked off. Laszlo sat back with a smile on his face. He hadn’t just been talking idly. Daniel really had picked him back up and fixed his anguish, and he could now see clearly how they could and would pull each other through it all. Daniel sat back, deep in thought. He could foresee that days would come when he felt like he was hitting rock bottom, just as Laszlo had been tonight. But he also knew that, if and when that happened, Laszlo would pull him back up just as surely as he had helped Laszlo back onto his emotional feet. Armed with that assurance, he knew that both of them would be fine. Rodrigo eventually crept back in, knocking first and looking abashed. “I’m sorry, Daniel. I didn’t realize you and your boyfriend would be chatting. Should have thought of that.” To his surprise, Daniel actually smiled, a broad, beaming smile spreading slowly from ear to ear. “Hey, what’s with the smile? I didn’t expect you to happy at me for busting in!” Daniel chuckled. “You called him my boyfriend. And you’re right. I’m smiling because I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve been a kept boytoy, but that’s not the same at all. My boyfriend!” He followed that with a happy sigh. Then, back to business. “Just so you know, we’re scheduled to FaceTime every night at eight o’clock. The door will be closed, that’s the reason. It’s my fault, we’ve been so used to just walking into each other’s rooms all the time, and I should have told you before that this was going to happen.” “Daniel, I’ve never seen you looking like this before. Not just happy, but filled up with enough joy to spread it around the whole world if you could. And it looks great on you.” “Thanks, Rodrigo. I’ve never been this Daniel before now, and that’s an amazing feeling.” They said goodnight to each other, and soon Daniel was asleep. So was Laszlo. In the morning, he texted to Marina, asking her when they could meet for coffee, and to Steve, asking when he could see him and Jim for lunch or dinner. To both, he added that he had some important news to share with them. Marina came back first and told him that she could see him on Saturday, at the Black Gold Café, any time after 10 am. He set it for 10:30. Steve fired back not long after and invited him for dinner on Saturday night. Friday morning was an eye-opener for Laszlo. It was one thing to learn about all the ins and outs of accounting and business management in a textbook or a classroom environment, quite another to start seeing how people actually used those skills in a real-life, real-time setting. He was assigned to shadow Silvio, a member of the regular workforce, for the first week or so. Friday night, he told Daniel all about his day. Daniel picked up on a note in his voice when he mentioned Silvio, and asked, “Is he cute?” Laszlo replied, “Yes, now that you mention it. I was too busy listening to pay much attention to that today. Tall, dark curly hair, dark eyes, mmm….” Daniel laughed. “Well, if you can land him, have fun!” Laszlo laughed in turn, “What, no jealousy?” Daniel turned serious. “Laszlo, we talked about this and agreed it was going to be something we wouldn’t feel guilty about if it happened. Not feeling guilty only works if we also don’t feel jealous. And why would I? I trust all those magic words you said to me, and I believe in you – even more, I think, than you believe in yourself. No worries, my love.” Saturday morning, Laszlo woke up late. After grabbing a quick bite and cleaning up, he had to hustle to be on time for his coffee date with Marina. He arrived, she jumped up to hug him (sliding her hand slyly down his butt), and they sat down. Laszlo was laughing. “Still the same Marina.” “Well, duh, you didn’t expect me to change did you?” They both chuckled again at the perennial inside joke over Marina’s I-don’t-care attitude towards getting her gender change surgery. But then she gave him a more penetrating look. “You, on the other hand, are looking really different. My Italian gramma would say that you’d been to the fiesta, your voice had changed! Come on, spill. What’s the big news?” For answer, he took out his phone to show her a picture: a selfie, taken on the beach at the end of the road in Kauai, with that magical panorama of the huge cliffs looming behind the happy pair of handsome men smiling broadly at each other. Marina gasped. “You found him! And by the looks of it, you snagged him too! Laszlo, that is just awesome!” He grinned. “How did you track him down?” Laszlo explained his process of deduction and his extended manhunt. But then he went on to tell her about the intriguing way the last step of getting them together had happened. She shook her head. “Laszlo, you must have been born with a lucky horseshoe up your ass!” That made both of them laugh. She worked on him for more details of what had happened, and then sat there, listening with a huge smile on her face as he told her all about the three special days and nights, culminating in the free romantic dinner on the last night. Along the way, he threw in the way that he and Daniel had arrived, separately but simultaneously, at the decision to quit the porn industry. Marina just kept shaking her head in amazement at the whole story. But when she commented, it was more serious. “You know, Laszlo, I’ve known Daniel for nearly ten years, and the way you’re describing him – it’s like a whole side of him that I’ve never seen, didn’t even know it existed. It’s like he’s been locked for years in a self-made prison – and you found the key, unlocked the door, and set him free.” They talked a little longer about other things before parting, but that thoughtful take on it stuck with him as he walked home again. Coming from someone who knew Daniel as well as Marina did, it came to him as a powerful affirmation of the value of his relationship. That afternoon, he arrived at Jim and Steve’s condo at 4:00. They’d invited him to come for a swim before dinner, “that is,” Jim had said in a mock-serious voice, “if you’re not the kind of guy who finds it hard hanging around a pool with a bunch of good-looking gay boys all eyeing each other and touching each other and… and so on, and so on.” They enjoyed splashing around in the sun-drenched rooftop pool, lounging on the terrace, drinking the canned coolers Steve had brought up in a cold bag, and commenting on the scenery – much of it young, toned to the last ab, and hot as hell. One young fellow in particular, a cute blond with a globe-like ass shown off to perfection by a white thong, wandered by and began flirting with Laszlo, who was happy to join the game. At the same time, though, Laszlo saw out of the corner of his eye that everyone else around the pool was giving them covert glances, as if to see what – if anything – would happen. He made a quick guess and cooled it a bit. Finally, the guy moved on. Going back down in the elevator for dinner, Jim confirmed his guess. “Ricky is the resident slut of the building. Twenty years old but acts like he’s sixteen. Has to try it on with every new guy he sees coming by, so we knew he’d be after you. About the only thing that hasn’t been up inside his ass is a Mack truck. Never refuses an offer to get bred by all cummers.” The three of them laughed. Over a long, leisurely dinner followed by another glass or two of wine, they spent a lot of time talking about what they’d all been up to, since they hadn’t seen each other for over a year – not since the goodbye party for Hawaiian Nine Films, in fact. Jim and Steve had settled back contentedly into their home life, and Steve was enjoying his new job as PR manager of a company which owned Black Gold and half a dozen other restaurants and bars in WeHo and surrounding areas. Jim was taking a bit of a breather from the work world and acting as househusband, although he had a couple of irons in the fire – “…but I have time to decide, I don’t have to jump at the first offer that comes along.” Laszlo told them about his courses, and all about his upcoming work term. Then, in a voice perhaps too elaborately casual, he mentioned his two vacations in Hawaii. Steve picked up on that right away. “Twice you went to Hawaii? Once I could understand but twice sounds suspicious. Some hot Hawaiian surfer boy hooked you when he bit your ass or let you bite his?” Jim laughed but Laszlo blushed as he replied. “Well, as a matter of fact… yes.” And just at that precise moment, his phone buzzed. “Oh, shit, it’s ten o’clock. Sorry about this.” And he clicked onto FaceTime. “Hi, Laszlo!” “Hello, my love.” Jim and Steve were looking at each other with their eyebrows arched a trifle. “Been having yourself a busy day up there?” “Yeah. I’m out at dinner right now and had coffee earlier with Marina.” “With Marina! I’ll be that was fun. And where exactly are you out to dinner? That painting behind you looks sort of familiar.” Steve leaned over and whispered something in Jim’s ear, and Jim’s eyes suddenly opened out along with his mouth like a trio of outsized Cheerios. “It should look familiar. Here, guys, come over and say hello to my new boyfriend.” As always, Daniel’s face blossomed into a shit-eating grin at that word. Jim and Daniel got up and came over, as Laszlo turned his phone around so they could see the screen. Daniel laughed. “Well, will you look who turned up now?” Steve was the first to recover from the surprise. “Listen who’s talking. Daniel, where the hell are you, anyway? Everyone’s been wondering!” “For the moment, still in Hawaii, but I’ll be coming back before too much longer. As the plans fall into place, the happy guy holding the phone will be able to keep you up with the details.” Jim leaned a bit harder. “I want to know why the fuck you ran off on everyone without a hint of a goodbye.” Laszlo cringed slightly. Seeing that, Steve put a hand on Jim’s arm in a “back off” gesture. But Daniel wasn’t fazed. “Put it simply – I was frightened and confused by my feelings. Then the guy who was causing all those confusing and scary feelings came looking for me, he found me – with a bit of help from one of my friends down here – and we’re a couple now. And FaceTiming every night, except Laszlo didn’t tell me he was inviting everyone else to join in on the call this time.” And he gave a fake-irritated cough. Steve and Jim both laughed at that, and Laszlo decided to recover the phone so he could at least look at his man himself for a bit. “Daniel, one thing I can tell you, Marina was absolutely thrilled to hear the news. I’m waiting for a reaction from these two, they’re still in shock.” Steve recovered quickly. “Well, of course, I’m thrilled too! That’s the best news I’ve had all week, and I’m sure you two will make as good a couple as Jim and I do.” Jim coughed. “As good as?” “Well, almost.” They all laughed. Then Jim chimed in again. “It’s wonderful. I’m so happy for both of you. It’s easy to guess that you’ve both been having a rough time for the last year, so getting the chance to heal, and live, and love together is fantastic. Big hugs and kisses to everyone!” Then Laszlo reclaimed the phone again. “There you go, Daniel. Anyone else you’d like me to tell while I’m at it?” “Umm… I don’t think you need to worry. If you’ve told Marina, and Jim and Steve, the news is going to be all over the WeHo gaydar by morning. I won’t specify exactly who will do the leaking.” Laszlo laughed uproariously, and quickly spun the phone around so Daniel could see Jim and Steve pointing accusingly at each other. “Okay, then, Daniel. I’ll cut out for now. After all, I am being a bit rude with my dinner hosts. Talk again tomorrow. I love you so much.” “I love you more. Until tomorrow.” And Laszlo clicked off. “Phew! Just in time!” Jim wiped his brow. “That was on the verge of becoming nauseating.” Steve chided, “Jim! Don’t be so catty!” All three of them laughed again. After some more detailed conversation about Laszlo’s whole experience of hunting Daniel down, and Steve wanting to know a bit about how Daniel’s friend played into the whole thing, Laszlo changed the subject a bit. “There’s still something a bit scary about this. I mean, I’ve still got two terms to go on my college program, and it’s going to take some time for Daniel to make the arrangements to move back up here, so we’re going to be doing long-distance for a while. And I think I’m going to have trouble hacking that for the length of time it’s going to take.” Jim moved over and sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Laszlo, I don’t know if Daniel told you but, before I met Steve, I had been in a long-distance relationship for almost six years. My ex and I didn’t plan it that way, it just evolved in that direction. Yes, it’s tough, and it can feel at times like going through hell, but it is workable if you care enough to put in the work to keep it going. Especially in your case, where you can see the light on the horizon and know that it isn’t going to stay that way for ever.” Stave came and sat on his other side. “I get it. For so long, you were pining after him, long before he sold the company and took off. Now you finally got him, and then bang! You had to leave, after just a few days.” “Three.” “Three days. You’re carrying all the euphoria of the beginnings of love, but you’ve got no outlet because the man you love isn’t here. Any time, any time at all, that you need to talk, we’re here and we’ll listen and try to help you in any way we can, because you’re our friend.” Laszlo smiled. “Thanks so much, Jim, Steve. I really appreciate your support. You guys are awesome friends – and as a couple, you’re an awesome role model for how I hope Daniel and I will be together.” With that, Laszlo figured it was about time to say goodbye and stood up. Steve said, in a meaning voice, “Well, you don’t have to rush off just yet if you don’t want to.” Jim elbowed him. But Laszlo just smiled and said, “Not tonight, thanks. I just want to have some time to myself to think my thoughts.” They both said goodbye to him, with hearty hugs and kisses, and with extra kisses for him to give Daniel when he saw him again, and off he went. Steve was still smiling. “I can’t believe they hooked up at last, but it’s great news. Just to see Laszlo really smiling like that, and after he was so miserable all year.” Jim nodded and threw in his two cents’ worth. “And I don’t think I have ever seen Daniel smile like that. Ever! Whatever he’s been doing in Hawaii, it obviously agrees with him.” “Surfing. Didn’t you hear Laszlo? He’s dating a Hawaiian surfer boy. What’s Daniel doing? He’s gone back to his roots and started over, and he’s doing it right this time.” “Just as you said he would. I love how you always guess right about what’s going on, Steve.” Laszlo walked home along the street, a meditative smile on his face. As he went, though, he realized that he would actually have done better to have stayed a little longer at Jim and Steve’s place. He was now aware, and beginning to be painfully aware, that he hadn’t emptied his balls since he’d left Kauai on Tuesday, and now it was Saturday. He was just resigned to having to resort to his right hand, when a voice spoke in his ear. “Hey, sexy. Feeling lonely tonight?” He turned. It was Ricky. He was “dressed” (if you wanted to be charitable) in a pair of tight, white spandex shorts pulled halfway down his ass, and a crop top that was equally tight and cut off just below his pecs. Laszlo quickly glanced around. No one was nearby, and there was a convenient alleyway right beside him. And his cock was already three-quarters of the way to full erection. “Get in here.” He dragged Ricky about twenty steps into the alleyway, just enough to get behind a fire escape, then spun him around and pushed him up against the wall. His hand grasped the waistband of those tiny shorts, then dug inside and fingered the younger guy’s crack. Laszlo leaned close, and grunted, “Is this what you wanted?” Ricky smiled and said, “Fuck, yes. I want your dick inside me.” Laszlo was already hard. He yanked the shorts down, exposing that full ripe peach. His finger went to the hole, and found it was already loose and wet. Sloppy seconds. “How many loads have you got in here already.” “Three.” “This one’s going to be as big as two more. Haven’t fucked in four days and I’m loaded and ready.” “Ooh, yeahhhh….” Laszlo pulled his own pants open, spat on his hand twice, wiped it on his now rock-solid cock, and pushed Ricky’s head up against the wall as he said, “Stick your ass out.” Ricky complied, and Laszlo shoved his big tool deep into Ricky’s loose, wet hole in one long thrust. “Fuck, yeah!” Ricky’s response wasn’t a scream of pain, more a cry of triumph. Laszlo planted his head on Ricky’s shoulder and began talking. He’d already guessed that the little slut liked it vocal. “You like this, don’t you? Yeah, you’re a good little slut, pulling your pants down and taking my cock in a dark alley. You really like this. Really want my fucking load?” “Oh, yeah! Fuck me and breed me.” “You’re not going to be able to keep it all in. It’ll be running out of your ass and staining those pretty white shorts.” “Give to me. I want it.” Laszlo was already getting close. He’d never thought he cared much about these anonymous scenes, but the timing, his own frustration, his overloaded balls, it all transformed him into a back alley breeder, ready to fuck bare in anything that had an ass and would let him in. He was grunting now, feeling his load mounting up the shaft and knowing he was about to fire off inside this piggy kid’s ass – and he didn’t care. He was in full rut, and only cared about planting his seed somewhere. Anywhere. Laszlo groaned. “Fucking gonna cum.” “Yeah! Cum inside my ass. Give it to me!” Laszlo blasted off inside Ricky’s ass, slamming in as hard as he could go on each pulse, as if to shoot so far inside that it would take a week to come back out. At least, that’s what he tried to do. When he pulled out, the tidal wave of spooge that followed just about landed on his feet, and he jumped back just in time. He wiped his dick on his shirt tail, ignoring the pleading eyes that wanted to lick it clean, tucked it back in, slapped Ricky’s ass, and growled, “Great fuck. Keep it in you.” Walking away, Laszlo felt relieved physically, but also grew disgusted with himself. No self control at all, leaping at the town slut without a second thought like that. He hoped Ricky hadn’t given him anything besides a willing, wet hole to fuck.

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…