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When asked to describe where he stood on any number of issues, he was quoted as saying something along the lines of, “Pick up any Bible lying around the house and you’ll find what I’m about. It’s all there.” Chilling. I believe it is this drive toward religious rule that, more than anything else, would tip this nation again into civil war. They think they can make everyone else live their beliefs, and they cannot. Americans may have begun to take their liberty for granted, but they are also very accustomed to it, and if you take it from them, you will only make them want it back more fervently. The trouble with a people who have tasted freedom is that they’re like pigs who’ve tasted blood - once tasted, they will always crave it, and become dangerous.

The problem Mr. Johnson is ignoring is, there's plenty of other moral teachings in that particular tome. For example, how about "Judge not, that ye be not Judged"? Where in the above referenced collection of ancient beliefs does any text refer to forcing one's personal religious beliefs upon an entire society? Where does that authority come from? Don't bother looking for it - it isn't there. Where in "New" addition did the One they presume to follow say "go ahead - force your beliefs, however perverted - on your fellow countrymen? Mr. Johnson, and his intellectual peers, don't give one rats ass about that collection of ancient sayings/beliefs. I think if someone snuck into their outhouses and swapped out the Sears Catalogue for a Bible, they wouldn't notice for weeks. Mr. Johnson apparently abhors non-straight (as an arrow) folks. The obvious answer to his abhorrence would be "so don't have sex with other men, and keep your long pointy nose out of other peoples business". How did we get to this place? How did an apparently substantial segment of the population come to believe that they get to force their own personal beliefs upon millions of other citizens that may not share their myopic arrogance? If you don't like the issue of women's rights regarding care of their own bodies, then don't exercise those legal rights as they pertain to others, and keep your long, pointy nose out of other people's pants. Imagine if these people actually ran the country for an appreciable amount of time: They could set the US back by centuries of political progress towards equal rights for all. If anyone hasn't registered yet, for all of our sakes, DO IT. Vote these people out a year from now. Agitate. Question. Get involved. If not you, then who? Do what you can to send these folks back to their hate-filled miseries - whether they live in mansions or dirt-floored trailers.

{sorry for the delay guys - here's the next chaper} I retreated back upstairs for a rest after the short session bent over the barrel, and even managed to sleep for a bit longer. Once I was awake again I decided to take a shower, and then got myself dried and dressed initially in just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went downstairs to see if I could find Peter to get a bit more of a steer on what I should be wearing, but he suggested I just go with whatever was comfortable as they would be stripping me naked anyway. I therefore headed back upstairs, stripped myself naked and then put on a jockstrap. After a bit of deliberation, I opted for what I’d already worn that morning for the coffee run, swapping out the T-shirt for a tight vest and clasping my big chain round my neck. I headed outside for a quick smoke, and then went back downstairs to see what was happening. Peter was by that point loading up his truck with some coolboxes, and without needing to be asked I just got on with giving him a hand to bring them all out from the bar area. On his final trip outside he was carrying a large hamper, and winked at me as he went past. “Party supplies” he said, smirking. I guessed this didn’t mean balloons and streamers. Once everything was loaded up, he gestured for me to get in the passenger side of the cab before he got into the driver’s side, and then we set off. We chatted amiably as he drove us out of town and into the hills, before eventually arriving at a rudimentary car park down a rather overgrown lane. There were a few other cars there, all with guys sitting in them, and as soon as Peter and I got out of the truck they all followed suit. Clearly these were the men who would be using me today, some of whom looked familiar from the night before but others were definitely new. “Gentlemen” said Peter, “I’m glad you could make it.” “You know we love a good picnic” replied one of them, grinning in my direction. “As do I” said Peter. “Anyway, if you’ll all give me a hand, we’ve got several coolers of drinks and snacks and a hamper of goodies.” Everyone set about helping to unload the truck, also getting various things out of their own cars, and then we walked off as a group along a path into the trees. At a certain point, the group veered off the path into the undergrowth, following a route that they seemed to know but which would not have been obvious to anyone else. I supposed that this was the point. Eventually we arrived at a sort of clearing, which didn’t have much sunlight on it, but was free of any plants growing on the forest floor meaning there was plenty of space to spread out. Once everyone was in the clearing it became obvious that it was very well shielded from view, and by the confident marching to this very location that the group had done, you could tell that it was a place they gathered regularly. Everyone got on with unrolling blankets and unfolding a few camping chairs, and then some beers were opened and handed round along with various sandwiches and snacks. I ate a little and drank a couple of beers, chatting to a few of the guys who seemed just as enjoyable to spend time with as the men who had gangbanged me the night before. Eventually the mood changed a bit, and a couple of the guys seemed to be getting things ready for what we had all gone there for. The hamper was opened to reveal bottles of lube, various bits of leather kit, and quite a stash of poppers. I took the hint, and got myself undressed down to my jockstrap, although I put my trainers back on to protect my feet. One of the guys then hauled out some of the leather before approaching me, and I stood there and allowed him to attach a thick collar, wrist cuffs and a chunky harness. I then walked over to the tatty blanket that seemed to be where things were going to happen, and got down on all fours. In no time someone was licking, fingering and occasionally nicking my hole, while I gently sucked on the cock of one of the other men while noting the small scorpion tattoo just above his balls. Shortly after I was being spitroasted, and that is how I spent most of the rest of the afternoon. I was moved onto my back to give my hands and knees a rest every so often, but these guys definitely had a preference for giving it to me doggy style so I was usually on all fours. They weren’t particularly verbal, with only the occasional comment about the nature of the semen being pumped into my rear end, but it was still exhilarating to be getting railed over and over again in what was technically a public outdoor space. I almost wanted some unlucky walkers to happen upon us and see me getting used this way, but to my knowledge that never happened. As the light began to fade, proceedings wrapped up with a final couple of double-fucks of my now very loosened hole, which I enjoyed despite how full having two dicks inside me made me feel. Once the men were truly done with me we all walked back through the undergrowth to the car park, and everyone got in their vehicles and headed off. With a bit of a wipe down of my rear end and the insertion of a large plug, Peter gestured for me to get back in the truck without getting dressed again, the tatty blanket being put on the seat first to protect the fabric. I had assumed he just wanted the thrill of me being near-naked for the drive back to the warehouse, but then he started to take a different route. We were eventually on a motorway for a very brief period, before he pulled off at a service station and then followed the route parked for lorries rather than cars. This took us to a large parking area filled with HGVs, at the end of which was a small toilet block away from the main service station facilities. He parked up next to it, and then gestured for me to get out and go inside while he remained seated in the truck. I did as he wanted, feeling very exposed even in the dim light, given the number of truckers that were around, and I hurried into the toilet block. It stank to high heaven and there was no-one else in there, but that soon changed as a couple of guys came in after me. Where meetings in public toilets will usually be a careful series of hints and signs to check that both parties want the same thing, none of that was needed here. One of the guys instead just pushed me into a cubicle, bent me forward over the toilet, pulled out the plug from my arse, and then slammed his raw cock into me. He fucked me hard and rough for just a few minutes before breeding me, and then the other man took over. Then another, and another, and another, and so on. I was called a whore and a slut by several of them, but only one of them indicated he was spewing anything toxic into me. Maybe by this point Peter had just decided to get me fucked, and perhaps see if the questionable contents of my rear end might take down a couple of these truckers too. I was in the toilets for a very long time, to the point that I was starting to wonder if Peter had just left me there, but eventually he came in and managed to wind things down so that I could leave. This time he had brought my clothes, which I did my best to put on without them touching the filthy floor tiles, and then we went back outside and got in the truck. “Well, that was quite a day for you then” he said once we were back on the motorway. “Uh-huh” I replied. “Not one I’m going to forget in a hurry.” “Hopefully ever” he said. “But just to make sure, when we get back I’m going to brush out your insides and then spent the night buried in there.” I had been fucked to kingdom come, but I still got hard at what he was saying. “Yes please” I croaked out. “Good lad” he said. “And tomorrow we’ve got a few of the regulars coming back to have a final go with you before lunch. Then you’ll be on your way.” Then I’ll be on my way. A choice of words I liked: I would be both leaving for home, and also hopefully heading into a new life as a pozzed-up pig. True to his word, once we were back at the warehouse and had got into the bedroom I was using, Peter really gave my insides quite a gruelling brush and happily showed me just how red the bristles were. He also indeed stayed buried in me all night, only pulling out when he had to piss or just wanted to stick the brush in there some more. The next morning, as promised, I was taken back downstairs and some of the men from Friday night pumped a few more loads into me as I lay in the sling and happily accepted all of their toxic goodness. Eventually it was just Peter left, and he fucked one more load into me in the sling before helping me up so I could back upstairs to shower and change for the drive home. “Thank you so much” I said to him as I got back downstairs a while later, my bags packed and ready for the road. “This has just been awesome.” “No thanks needed” he said. “Hopefully you got what you came for, but if not then you know where to find me. Indeed, even if we have succeeded, you’re always welcome to visit if you’re back up this way.” “Thank you” I said, knowing that I would now have to find a way to take a detour here whenever I was doing my fatherly duty at the start or end of term time. “Let us know how it goes” he said. “Want to see if we can officially add another one to our tally.” “I will do” I replied. “You got any more chasers lined up?” “Just one” he said. “Nice piece of young meat who’s just started at Nottingham uni. Been messaging me for a while from London, and still seems keen.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “Yeah” he said. “Got a gay dad too apparently.” Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God… [to be continued]

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It’s not gas. It’s the air that is being fucked into you while he pounds.

All of the characters in this story are fictional and of legal age to participate in any and all sexual acts depicted within. If drugs, gay sex or straight guys getting bred offends you, then go away and knit or something. Chapter one Wanting, Taking, Having Almost one hundred and thirty years ago, Oscar Wilde wrote ‘I can resist anything except temptation,’ so chances are he wasn’t referring to me specifically. Still, I often wonder if somehow he knew, or at least had some inkling about the temptations that guys like me deal with daily. God knows I try to be good but I haven’t been able to say no since the first time I tried tina. Unlike a lot of guys I know, I am not what you’d call a meth whore. My habits tend more toward pot and booze, but every few months I will engage in a rare weekend of puffing, playing and eventually pounding ass like it’s my last night on earth. This wouldn’t be quite so surprising if I wasn’t so clean cut and innocent looking. Truth is my unsuspecting demeanor and outer appearance are a product of my genetics and small town upbringing, while my perverted party-loving personality was a more recent development caused by a mix of curiosity, help from a friend and…temptation. During my late teens, I discovered parTying when I was hanging with a dude I’d met at a very cruisy public bathroom near my house. The whispers around the lockerroom filled my head with ideas as guys shared stories of forbidden sex acts in the dark stalls after dark, stories they attributed to buddies and older brothers, but likely came from personal experience. Each rumored blow job or hand job made my imagination run wild, and when my latest girl friend refused to go further than some groping through my shorts, I gave in and took a detour through the park to find out just how true these rumors were. Part of me expected to walk through the rusting metal doors and find nothing more than a stinky, poorly-maintained park restroom, and I wasn’t disappointed. Both stinky and poorly-maintained were the perfect descriptors for the small concrete block building, they just failed to describe the contents of the building: horny, sweaty men engaged in all sorts of depraved sex acts. Dim light from the one working light near the sink was more than enough to show me a collection of hot cocks filling palms and mouths at every doorless cubicle. Nervous and unsure of myself, I walked to the closest urinal and whipped out my dick, trying to piss with a full blown hard on. I willed my cock to go soft before anyone noticed, but no such luck as an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me and unzipped Glancing over, I tried to act nonchalant while memorizing the sight of the large uncut meat the man was stroking. My gaze floated up to his face and I realized he wasn’t even trying to look away, staring hard at my teen meat while licking his lips. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole before I could stop him…not that I was going to, of course. Sensations shot from my penis up my spine and into my brain, eliciting a moan and a scream before I unloaded down his gullet in under a minute flat. Smiling, the man stood up, produced a business card, shoved it in my pocket and told me to let him know the next time I needed more service. Outside on a bench, I retrieved the card and squinted to read it by the lamplight overhead. All it had was the man’s first name “Dave,” with a phone number and email address. Balling it up, I almost threw it away when I heard another groan from the bathroom, and decided to pocket it instead. It took Dave some time and a few very dirty chat sessions to convince me to finally meet him at his house. Up ‘til then I had only been back to the bathroom twice, but I gave in when he showed me some photos of a few of the guys he’d invited to join us. It was still almost five months later before Dave tried to convince me to smoke tina. I’d seen him smoke it with some of the other guys and he’d made it clear I could join in if I wanted to, but I was still young and innocent and thought that all drugs were bad (thanks, school propaganda). One night, a few months later, he had me and another guy over to play, and after plying me with weed and some strong drinks, Dave offered again. Even though I’d declined numerous times before, he was always polite enough to offer. As usual I started to say no, but before I could, the third guy stopped me and insisted I try it. Turns out he was not just there to play, he was also Dave’s dealer, and he was touting how amazing this stuff was, swearing that I’d “never find anything better for your first REAL high.” I am not sure if my response surprised me or Dave more, but for some reason, I said okay. Nervous and scared, I listened as the dealer, Aaron, explained what to do with the pipe. Watching him fill the bowl with white crystals, my mind was spinning wondering what the hell I was getting myself into and not hearing a single word Aaron was saying. I tried to watch what he did and imitate him, but after it took three or four tries to light the torch, I was too eager and didn’t wait for the crystals to melt and ended up getting nothing. “Here, lemme do it bro,” Aaron took the torch and pipe and held them in front of me, showing me exactly what to do. “Okay Rhett, hit it…now.” While I inhaled the clean white smoke, my mind began comparing it to pot, noting how much cleaner it tasted and wondering how much I should take. As I exhaled, all of that disappeared, along with any other thoughts in my head, replaced with just one idea: must smoke more! Within seconds I knew I’d be hitting it as much and as deep as I could that night. The only thing I knew I wanted more than the tina was cock… and lots of it. By the time the party ended, almost 24 hours had passed and I’d fucked both guys twice and sucked them off a couple times. My parents were furious that I’d disappeared so long, but I told them some lame story about my car breaking down way out in the boonies where I had no cell service, and spending the night on the backseat waiting for someone to stop and help me. Their anger became concern and I ended up with a new phone from the deal. It freaked me out how much I liked partying. So much so that I stayed away from Dave and any and all drugs for three months before getting a text including a picture of Aaron and Dave shirtless while the back of some guy’s head sat at their feet, groping their bulges. Once again, temptation got the best of me and I was headed back to his house. Just a few hits and I found myself pounding Dave’s ass while Aaron screwed some twink I recognized from my school’s drama club. Before tina, I would never have let a guy I knew see me like that, but now I could care less.

So someone who's getting fucked for an extended period and taking multiple loads may well begin to experience "digestion" (for lack of a better word) of the seminal fluid in his rectum (or up in the lowest reaches of the colon, if any were delivered or seeped that far). And breaking down of ANYTHING in the digestive tract can produce gaseous discharges from the decomposing material. For me The best deepest fucks with the biggest cocks always ended the most gas the next morning. I had a wonderful black man with a very large penis that used to fuck me so deep and passionately and his cum would end up so deep it never ran out, but the next morning I would have a lot of gas as no doubt my body was breaking down his semen. The scent was unmistakable

No. But your previous comments to the above would also carry currency with the craven money-hunt by the speakers. I remember one (my grandmother used to watch these extravaganzas on tv) where the preacher would manage to bring up how much Gawd needed their dough over and over again. I've only seen it on tv. Fortunately when Billy Graham had an event in Chicago, and my mom and dad went, I was old enough to make other arrangements. The only thing I would have enjoyed is Ethyl Waters wobbling out His Eye is On the Sparrow. By then, her vibrato had devolved into a 10-foot wide tremolo, enough to drive a car through. I think I've always been suspicious of others imparting their religiosity, assuming I'd simply accept it. But, I don't, and never have. After getting a beating from laughing out loud (at the most inopportune time - when the congregation was in process of sitting down again after the recitation) at one of the creeds we had to recite in our Lutheran church service, I learned the hard way to evaluate when and where to voice dissent. As I see it, blaming some Entity of Antiquity for the exercise of individual intellectual probing, is the very definition of dullness. We're able to think on our own, which responsibility so many of these culturally-inspired bullshit, pseudo-clerics abhor, is nothing less than anti-human.

i think it's a fundamentalist mindset. It's not based on understanding, or even belief. It's an emotional disposition that convinces the person they know 'God' and their biases and notions are therefore authorized and untouchable. It's sleight of hand they practice with one another in their gathering places. Have you been to one of those mega churches? It's downright creepy. They call it 'worship,' but they drum this hypnotic, manipulative music filled with their ideas to start. A 'leader' upfront tells you when to sit or stand. After you are tranced, they send containers around to collect money, then some guy stands up front and purports to speak for God for an hour or so. Any human responsibility is repressed and shoved into a tight corner, often utterly destroyed, and replaced by their construct which they call "God."

Having a guy shoot his load in mouth / down my throat is my reward for servicing and pleasuring the man I am with. To feel a cock spasm in my mouth and then release his man juice is the most exhilarating sensation 💦💦

Here is the pic of Tiergarten and the table tops where the cumdumps bend over.

I grew up in a lumber mill town in Oregon with my Mother in a single-wide trailer. I don't know how we survived without my Uncle Joe, who would send money and send me a cell phone which I used to good use watching Gay Porn. It was a 2 hour trip to school, and I did not fit in as the class's shrimp. But I did have one thing that stood out in the male locker room I was well hung with a 10-inch thick dick. By the time I turned 18, I was 5 ft 7 115 LBS. When the mill closed a few weeks after my 18 birthday, my mother moved to Portland with her Lesbain lover, but I should go live with my Uncle Joe and his son Alex in Fort Lauderdale, Flordia. Uncle Joe sent the plane tickets, so it was a bus to Portland, a flight to Seattle, a stopover in Chicago, and then on the Fort Lauderdale. Uncle sent me a picture of what he looked like as Mom would send him a picture of me a few times per year. I have never seen so many people in my life in airports. I see Uncle Joe, and I'm shocked to see my cousin Ales as Alex looks just like me, skinny, but he is two years older and looks like my twin. Both are matching basketball shorts with tee shirts two sizes too small, showing their nipple piercings. After hugging and introducing me to Alex, he asked for my phone. They took out the Sim card then, threw it in the trash, then took my bags and threw them in the garbage. I'm scared as they lead me to their van; they tell me I will have a great time living with them, opening me up to new experiences. They show me a room where I can sleep as they remodel the house. The bed has a rubber sheet covering it, and that night I can hear grunting coming from the next room where Uncle Joe and Alex are sleeping. I had a good night's sleep as Uncle Joe came in and told me I m going to see the Doctor as I should have a complete check-up. I jump into the shower, and Cousin Alex joins me as. I a shock to see him, and he is hung like me. We get to the Doctor's office, and the first thing he gives me is a jar. They tell me to jerk off into the glass jar, then show me a room to do it in. The TV is playing Gay male pon in the room, and it does not take long. I enter and hand the jar to the Doctor, who is very impressed by how much I filled the glass jar. The doctor tells me the strip naked and laughs that it runs in the family having big dicks. He does the regular check-up until I see the needle and strap, wraps the belt high around my arm, and tells me I will feel like I can't breathe, then I will cough, then I will get a warm feeling and a rush. I see the needle go in. He pulls back the plunger. I see the blood. It all disappears into my arm. What he told me to happen I couldn't breathe, and I was coughing my lungs out. The doctor tells me to bend over the table. As I bend over, he spreads my cheeks and tells Uncle Joe to look at my virgin hole; both laugh as the doctor puts some lube on his finger as he works the finger into my virgin hole and hits my prostate. It does not take him long to get used to his finger as my dick is hard like never before. My breathing is getting faster, and I can't hold back anymore as I shoot another load.

Off-topic a bit, but, I love when tops think it’s cute when I fart out their cum😋

Love to hear about that….

After a weekend busing my family back home I was starved for sex, and needed a good dicking down. After my husband left for work I got on the apps and started for search for raw cock and cum. There was a sexy business traveler on Grindr, a top that “loves bareback” (his hiv status was blank, my cock stiffened at the thought of extra risk) just my type. I send him an horny message and a picture of my ass; he responds that my pics are hot. then switch over to Sniffies. By all of the business hotels there is a hard cock looks like it is made for my hungry hole. I shoot off a quick message and picture. I get a prompt response “you whore, just chatted with you on Grindr🐷” so I knew he was interested. We do the standard chat back and forth, negotiating time… he says he just got to his hotel room and needs to eat before he fuck, he also prefers sloppy seconds so I get find a load while he is eating. I’m never one to turn down a multiple load day, so I keep stalking the apps. I find a dude that fucked me once before but couldn’t cum. He says he has a big load built up and is ready to bust in my ass. He gives me the address and directions to the hidden key so I can get wait naked inside for me. He asked if I was living room or bedroom, I say living room because it makes me feel sluttier. I get to his apartment and in no time I am on my knees throating his thick Latin cock, feeling it stretch my throat and enjoying the sounds of him moaning as i get stupid on his dick. He’s playing with my hole, and I’m huffing the poppers and I keep sucking. He bends me over in the middle of the living room and dives face first into my ass, after brief rim session he bends me over the back of the couch and plushies in to the hilt in one push. He pounds away while I continue to beg for his load, he has an amazing loud orgasm deep inside me. He pulls out and there is one last pearl of cum on the tip of his dick, “you want this too” he asks. Not one to turn down cum, I drop to my knees and clean it off. With out any other words spoken input on my cloths and walk out the door. I get on my phone “load one in, coming your way” I get to his hotel, thankfully no key cards are required for the elevator, I take a huge hit of poppers before I knock on the door. My sexy bull answers the door in a tshirt and boxer briefs, hard as a rock. We have a quick make out session before I strip down to my jock for the second time in 30 minutes. He gets his phone to take pictures to send back to his friend; showing off his newest hole to conquer. His dick is a little thinner than the first one but MUCH LONGER. And he is fucking my throat deep and holding it there till I gag. Which just promos him to pull it out and force it back in, while taking pictures of the bitch in heat that is is owning. We are both getting into this game of “gag thr fag” me looking up at him with a hunger in my eyes, him looking down on me calling me a worthless slut as he shoves his down down my throat. As I’m looking up at him he spits on my face and I take him down past my tonsils. At this point he has had enough foreplay and is ready my my hole. Before I know it I’m on my back ankles on his shoulders with my nose to the brown bottle preparing myself for the anal assault that is about to happen. Usually I prefer to be bent over to take cock but the dom top wants want the dom too wants. He gives me a good firm fucking. Never shying away from going deeper and fucking hard. I am hitting the poppers like crazy and he takes a bit too. I know this mean to brace myself. He continues to fuck harder and deeper. Than stops stays inside for a second then pulls out. I ask if he want to cum “ I already did” is is response. We have breif small chat as I get dressed to head home. I kept thr load in all night long, never talking my husband about hr double feature brewing I had. When I woke up in the morning to take a piss a huge glob of pink tinged cum plops out of my ass into the tile floor. I wipe it up before my husband wakes up to notice. I asked him later that day about his status and just just gives me a non committal ☠️ so I know his toxic babies were swimming in my guts

part 3 The feeling of the air from my fan along my gaping hole was so fucking hot, it emphasized the hot cum that never seemed to stop dripping out of me. Id been on my knees for about 5 minutes, getting out of this position for even a second before the next man arrived would feel like a betrayal. I was a faggot, and I was doing what I was told. It was already late, but I could see that there were 4 more men on the way to my place. Pics of the night had been sent to dozens of guys, though thankfully he hadnt sent my address out to them all. I wanted to look through everything hed said, but the knock at the door meant I had other obligations. When I opened the door the shorter old hispanic man let out a curse in spanish. When he walked in he told me I was a bigger slut than he thought, and crudely grabbed my ass to put a finger in my soaking wet fuckhole. I hadnt even closed the door before the next arrival was there, a very tall guy in his late 40s. he was white but tanned brutally, probably a roofer or someone who worked outside. he snickered seeing that the man in front of him was already 2 knuckles deep inside of me in the doorway. Once we got inside the tall guy started to strip, while the man behind me worked 4 fingers into me, calling me all kinds of names in spanish I didnt understand. I dropped to the floor and the hispanic man dropped his pants, revealing that the smallest guy of the night was packing the biggest cock. It was comically huge, I have taken alot of big cock, but I actually let out a nervous laugh when I saw it. He wasnt here to joke though, he got behind me, lined up his cock head so that the meat started slipping into my soft opening, and then pushed his whole length into me with one long stroke. I open mouth screamed as it tore its way into me, pushing aside anything in its path. I felt his hips hit my cheeks, then he immediately pulled it almost all the way out. SLAM SLAM SLAM he fucked this donkey cock into me like a sledgehammer. I came all over the carpet in a pathetic spash as my tiny faggot cock spasmed wildly. I felt him slow his pace, only to realize it was to allow the tall guy to get in front of me and feed me cock. He had a pleasant 7inches or so, slim and steel hard like a rod. he slipped it right into my throat, and the fucking resumed in earnest. I was being fucked so hard that the man in front of me didnt need to move, the cock behind me pushed me mercilessly forward, driving his entire cock deep into my throat with each push. It felt like this went on for hours, though later i learned it was only about 30 mins. As I was viciously impaled over and over from both ends I came twice more, and the man in front of me started to fuck back at me. Everytime his rythym was off his crotch would slam into my face hard, and he would call me a stupid bitch, or a dumb fuck. It was hot. I felt the cock leave my ass and moaned into the hard cock in my mouth, he was getting up to answer the door. With the ass in my mouth gone the tall guy apparently felt he had to make up for it, and grabbed the back of my head to brutally fuck my face. His crotch hammered into me as I swallowed him to the root with every thrust. It hurt, it was humiliating, and I couldnt breathe, only struggle to stay conscious. So fucking hot. He buried the entire length and leaned back, pinning my head in place with his legs. I felt his cock pulse its hot cum directly into my full throat. I gagged and fought but there was no escape. When he let me go I coughed and heaved and coughed a fat glob of cum onto the floor. I didnt even think I just scooped as much as I could up and put it back in my mouth. Looking up I could see 4 men in the room now, and they were all starting at me in shock. The two newcomers had come together, both black men in their 20s. Tall guy got dressed and left, as the hispanic man came and put his fat cock back in me where it belonged. The fuck was slow this time, making it easy for me to alternate between the two average black cocks in front of me. We spent 20 minutes like this, his big cock stuffing my guts in and out, and my mouth slurping and licking away at 2 black men in front of me. All good things come to an end though, and soon the pace behind me quickened back into the pounding it had started with as he erupted deeper in my guts than anyone had in at least a year or more. I felt the pulses along his length, and the warmth spread inside me in the hottest way. As he left one of the black men slid into me, and found the most loose and wet hole imaginable. "Holy shit" he kept saying, as he drowned his cock in the juices of all the evenings misbehavior. He shot fast, giving his friend my hole. Barely 3 strokes in and the last load of the night was deposited inside. As they left I was overcome with a slutty idea, and grabbed a plastic bowl from the kitchen. For the next 30 minute I squated over the bowl, everytime I felt all the cum was out of me, I felt another rivulet begin dripping into the bowl. Despite all that had come out during the fucking, there was quite alot of cum in the bowl. I grasped it with both hands, brought it to my lips, and poured the entire fucking thing into my faggot mouth and swallowed it. Only then did I allow myself a shower and sleep.

I still remember the first time. I was shocked and thrilled. I thought I was going to have a gag reflex, but my hunger took over quickly. The only problem I have sometimes is if they piss astir than I can swallow. It’s never my intent to spill a drop, but I don’t mind feeling that warmth on my body. My enthusiasm to catch up hopefully is a step towards my top’s forgiveness. 😈

I have a strong desire to drink from the tap, but find this is sort of the "last [banned word]." Even guys who say they are willing to go along or even eager to serve me, seem to be shy about actually delivering. I get that you both have to be in the mood (and the piss top needs the urge to piss) but wondering why this is so hard to make happen? In the meantime I am practicing drinking my own piss, I've lost any gag reflex or disaste and can easily chug a full jar. Anyone else do this to tide you over until you can drain a hot tap?

Cum is a gift. When a man feeds me his cum, it is like he is sharing the essence of his masculinity with me. He is telling me I am a worthy recipient of his DNA.

Who among us would not LOVE to find a guy like this to feed on regularly? Yummy!!

Here I am with these men who are scary looking; The four of them are in their 30s and well built with a lot of tattoos. as one says to the other, here is prine pussy, not like the faggots we fucked in prison. One of them tells the others at least you had something to fuck as I was in solitary confinement for two years. Look for the supply and finds a bag, then empty it. WOW, we are going to have a real party. My brother has told me nothing as I can't run away as all I'm wearing is this jock strap. as they look at the parTy supplies, I'm getting the feeling this was all set up as one comes over and starts to kiss me. He pulls away and says you want to do this easy or hard as we don't care; either way, we will wreck your holes with our dicks. The mean one smiles at me and motions me to come over; he grabs my skinny arm, puts on a strap, then finds a vein. He looks me in the eye and says you will have a good time as the plunger goes in and the belt is released; I fall back onto the bed as dicks come from me at all angles for me to suck. They bend me in half with my head over the edge of the bed and my legs by my shoulders. The one by my ass knows how to eat and treat me as his tongue is doing beautiful things to my ass hole, but my throat will be sore when they finish with me. As soon as he cums the one fucking my throat enters my ass. The one fucking my throat pulls out, and I see him putting some powder on the head of his dick. He is not gentle but seems desperate as he drives right in like you have 1 minute to fuck; until it starts burning. The look on his face is red and angry as the others cheer him on. I guess this is how they fuck in prison. In less than 10 minutes, all four of them fuck me and gave me large loads. They sit back looking at the parTy supplies and start slamming themselves and me again. Maybe 30 minutes later, the one in solitary confinement comes over and tells me to suck his dick as he has to make up for lost time. It does not take him long to get hard; he is going long and slow this time but now slapping me on my ass cheeks. They like that I'm not giving them problems like some do in prison, so they don't have to tune me up. I know I will be here for a while, so my brother was kind enough to leave plenty of water; the bottles are marked regular and loaded; I'm getting the water bottles with GHB as Dad taught me the effects. Between Tina and G, I'm a willing cumdump for them as a dick comes from my ass; I suck as they say I would be a great prison bitch as I louse track on time and what they are doing to me, I do hear one make a phone call and says they are finished with me to pick me up. He speaks on the phone. Your boy took us on and tired us out. What bitch you have who would think a skinny twink could take so much abuse and keep asking for more. WTF did I say? I wanted more and more as I did not believe it until they showed me the video of me telling them to fuck me again, begging for tina, and when they were resting, crawling around on the floor as they sat in the chairs, going over to suck their dicks and being a real tease.

Inside, Uncle Joe and Alex take me to a part of the house I have never been to, and since I'm naked, Uncle says to me. I went into your Sim card and saw you only watch Bareback porn, so you know what will happen to you. The first time there is a lot of pain since you are a virgin; I will try to make it easier as it's my right to break you in. Alex explains how poppers work, and he will help me inhale them. This room is like what I have seen in some porn movies with sex slings, benches, a bed a stool with lots of toys on the walls. Uncle Joe tells me to get on the bed on my hands and knees as Alex is right in front of me with his rock-hard dick. I wish to reach out and suck it, but I can not. I feel Uncle Joe's hands spreading my ass cheeks as his tongue is licking my ass hole, which feels so good and relaxing as his hand is rubbing my back, telling me to bend lower. The feeling overwhelms me with pleasure I never knew as his finger slips in, and Alex tells me to inhale the poppers twice in each nostril. Uncle Joe says the fun part begins as two fingers go in, but it's so different as there is a burning feeling as he tells me the burning will stop soon. Things change fast as I'm pushed flat on my stomach, and Uncle Joe's body weight is on top of me as Alex tells me to hit the poppers five times now, and as I finish, the most pain of my life strikes me as I'm screaming for my life as Uncle Joe dick is pushing in until his 10-inch beer can size dick is all the way in. As my screaming stops and I start to relax, Uncle Joe talks to me. I'm Pozzing you, and one day you will meet your grandfather. Andy, I'm not your Uncle, but your father and Alex is your brother, and your mother is my sister. The tattoos on Alex's and my arms are the days we tested for HIV Positive as my father pozzed me. Alex bends down, kisses me, and welcomes me to the family as his dick enters my mouth. The pain in my ass is not bad as Dad is fucking me, as I have seen in many porno films. The heat from Dad feels wonderful as his sweat is dripping as he is working my hole, but I do notice these red lights on the wall. Alex tells me to open wide so I can swallow his load as Dad is now pounding me hard and grunting as he collapses on top of me. We lay there for what seemed like an hour. As Dad gets up, I see his dick has dark blood and tells Alex to clean it. Dad tells me next time; it's my joe to clean any dick that fucks you and gives you a load, especially one that is going to Poz your negative hole. Dad gives me a butt plug to wear as Alex gives me a belt to keep it in. Dad gives me a schedule of when my breeding is until I come down with the fuck flu. Alex is put in Chastity. I'm not to leave the house as only Dad is to fuck four times per day with no lube; I can be slammed, but the only thing going in my hole is Dad Poz's dick

Sorry for the long delay in posting the next chapter, but I hope you guys enjoy! Review of parts one and two: In part one, Rhett was initiated into gay sex and partying by some older men, one of whom becomes his boss, recruiting him as a drug dealer. In part two, he is happily dealing while working for his family’s handyman/maintainance company, and using his connections to find hot young guys to fuck. When one of his clients (Eddy) tells him he has a friend looking to get into the business, Rhett is skeptical but meets the guy. Mark is the son of a well respected, rich town leader, so Rhett is not convinced he should give Mark a chance, until he gets the teen alone and discovers that the boy is hot and desperate to break out of his squeaky clean image. Together, they work out a plan so Mark can prove himself to Aaron (Rhett’s boss) without his parents finding out, but it requires some help from Eddy. Eddy, who believes Mark has been cut off and needs the money to keep seeing a fictional girl out of town, agrees to recruit his housekeeper and provide an alibi for Mark. Rhett secretly steals some photos from Mark’s phone before Mark leaves. With no one around, Rhett took the opportunity to do some more tina and g with Eddy, then fucked his ass on camera, fantasizing about what he could do with Mark. (SEEN HERE) Part three: Trip To TempTaTion As I expected, Mark had avoided my calls and texts and even Eddy said he was acting elusive at school. Making sure he was last in before practice started and first out afterwards, Eddy kept missing him whenever he tried to get more details on when he’d need to provide Mark with an alibi. Luck and inevitability finally worked in my favor when the Montague family called and scheduled a visit from my company, so someone would get on their roof and seal off the ceiling fans for the winter and clean the chimneys before cold weather hit. My dad was flabberghasted at how speedily I volunteered to take the call, especially since it meant more work than I’d done at all my other calls that week combined. My truck was parked in the perfect position so Mark wouldn’t see it when he got home from school, so you can imagine how stunned he was to find me in his room sitting on his bed. I explained that I needed to talk with him and set up a time for his dealer exam, so I climbed in his window on my way down from the roof. He tried to feed me some lines about having second thoughts and worrying that his folks would never fall for it, but I cut him off. “Too late to back out now man,” I said, shrugging and leaning back on my elbows. “I told Eddy you’re gonna be his supplier starting next month. Even told him I won’t be taking his calls, since I’m handing him and the rest of his crew off to you.” “That’s fine,” Mark responded indignantly. “I’ll just tell them I almost got collared and I’m laying low til the heat is off. Or I’ll tell them I couldn’t get any cash together to cover the travel expenses.” “That might fly for a week or two bro,” I volleyed back at him. “But let’s be real: nobody will believe it once they see that you have no intention of going through with dealing. I guess Eddy and his bros were right about your lack of balls.” “They don’t think I’m a coward anymore,” Mark insisted, losing his momentum. “Not since they heard my dad threatening me.” “Dude, I’m not quoting them from a long time ago,” my smile widened, knowing I’d hit his weak spot. “I am telling you what they were saying two nights ago. Eddy practically offered to let me fuck him as long as he didn’t have to rely on you for his party goods. He told me his whole pack of bros agreed that you’d probably chicken out on the plan to get the stuff from the city, and back out of dealing before you even got started. Guess they’re right.” Mark looked crushed. He really believed he was getting close to making real friends with these guys, but I wasn’t exaggerating about how they’d respond once they found out Mark was too chicken shit to disobey Daddy, even just to get a chance to sneak out and spend a week fucking some hot Mexican pussy (which I would be sure to accidentally expose as another lie). Tired of waiting for him to come around, I stood up and turned to climb back down the ladder and pack up my stuff, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Okay,” his voice was filled with uncertainty, but his words were definite. “My Dad and Mom are spending a week on the coast when we take fall break next week. My brother and I are supposed to tag along, but they’re not too keen on the idea since this is a business trip and we’ll spend most of it at the hotel when we’re not paraded through business dinners and cocktail parties. I can tell them Eddy wants me to spend the week at his place, as long as I can find some excuse why I need to be there, like a big test or a ski trip or something. All I need to know is how much the favors will cost, where’s it gonna happen and how I should plan to get there after they drop me off at Eddy’s house.” “You sure man?” I asked while putting on my best ‘caring older brother’ face. “Cause this is your last chance to back out and keep on being a good kid. Once you do this, you’ll go from stiff to stud and nobody’s gonna think the same about you for the rest of high school.” “I’m positive Rhett,” Mark’s volume dropped and his quivery timber disappeared. Suddenly he spoke from a place of drive and desire to be a man in the eyes of his peers. “Tell Eddy my Dad will be calling him tonight to get the details so he better be ready. In the mean time, you’d better set up the location, playmates and party favors. Text me how much green I should bring and when and where we will meet.” --- From there it was almost too easy. Eddy’s housekeeper assured Mr. Montague that she would be supervising the boys the entire week while they took part in a youth retreat sponsored by Eddy’s church. Mark was a genius to tell his Dad he was going to a retreat that was really taking place, even more brilliant when you consider the remote mountain location would ensure he was out of cell range most of the week. Apparently his folks were nowhere near as suspicious as Mark made them seem. They accepted his excuse at face value and didn’t even insist on dropping him off at the church where the bus was going to pick up everyone going. --- The day of the “reTreaT” finally arrived, and right on schedule, Mark and his parents arrived at Eddy’s driveway, unloaded his sleeping bag and duffle, and sped off to catch their flight as Eddy and Mark waved goodbye. When they turned the corner and I lost sight of them, I turned on my truck and pulled out from behind Eddy’s garage, pausing for Mark to toss his stuff in the truck bed and hop in next to me, then heading off to endless possibilities. It was no accident that I hadn’t told Mark where we were heading to play, since I myself wasn’t quite sure until a day or two prior to picking him up. I knew I could have taken Mark to Dave’s house or any number of places that Aaron had set up, but I didn’t want Aaron to know about this particular “job applicant” just yet. He had the tendency to push pretty hard on the new hires, and I wanted there to be no way for Mark to be disqualified until I’d had a chance to see what I could get out of him. When I realized my place was too centrally located to ensure Mark’s continued presence, I began looking for places further out of town or even the next town over. As I pressed my cock through Eddy’s sphincter the night before Mark and I were supposed to meet, I remembered him saying something about a secluded place where he used to meet his girlfriend for the occasional night of fun. Between grunts and unintelligible pleas for me to stop or slow down, I managed to ask him where he used to take her, figuring it was probably the family cabin where he’d hosted the party where I first learned about Mark’s interest. Turns out his family owns some rental cabins a little further up the canyon only a few miles from the camp where the church retreat was supposed to take place. Pushing a little harder, both with my dick and my questions, I managed to convince him to give me the exact location and call the cabin manager and get one of the cabins reserved for a “friend” who was coming to town and needed a place to take a girl. Somehow the fact that this friend was coming to town at the same time that I was supposedly driving Mark to meet his girl in the city never raised any flags in Eddy’s mind, or if it did, he decided not to share his concerns (probably since every time he talked to me lately, he somehow ended up high with my cock up his ass). So we headed west, out of town, over the interstate, and up a small two lane highway into the foothills, where no one could reach us until I was sure I had gotten every last opportunity to make Mark have some fun. So far he had trusted me enough that he didn’t question our destination until we got far enough into the hills that his cell service cut out. “I figured you’d wanna do this some place private,” I told him, squeezing his knee in a reassuring manner that also reaffirmed that I was in charge. “so I got a cabin up in the hills. Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer now.” Ten minutes later, we pulled off the paved road and turned down a bumpy dirt street barely wide enough for the truck. Thank goodness no one was coming the other way, or I would have had to back up all the way to the turn off. The further we drove the more the trees blocked out the afternoon sun, which was close to setting soon anyway. A slow going five minute drive deposited us in front of a wood bridge, which caused both of us to hold our breaths as we crossed it and turned the corner. Suddenly the dark forest opened in front of us to reveal a beautiful two story cabin, lights ablaze inside. Lit no doubt by the caretaker, as requested by Eddy before he gave me the key. The instructions for the cabin caretaker also included stocking the cabin with plenty of drinks, both alcohol and non, food, and fresh firewood, and then leaving the cabin alone for the next 5 days. After we unloaded the truck and made our way inside, we took a few moments to familiarize ourselves with the layout before deciding what to do next. On the main floor, right off the front porch, was the kitchen and dining area, which included a nice new fridge, stove, dishwasher and microwave, all of which seemed totally out of place with the knotted wood cabinets and table. Beyond that was a large living room with two huge couches, a giant flatscreen tv hung over the stone fireplace, and some bric-a-brac on the end tables and coffee table. At the back of the cabin was a small bedroom, a bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink, and a stairway. Up the stairs was a nice sized loft overlooking the kitchen and living room, with a huge bed and nice sized closet and bathroom. Thoroughly impressed but trying not to give away that I didn’t know it any better than Mark did, I held back my shock and awe and just agreed a lot as Mark oooh’d and aahhhh’d over all the cool stuff we were seeing. I couldn’t help but smile though when I noticed the hot tub out the back door by the stairs. I had grand plans for both tubs forming in my head. “So, what’s the plan man?” Mark asked me, dropping onto the couch opposite me, after tossing his stuff on the bed in the small bedroom on the mainfloor. I didn’t plan for him to need his clothes this week anyway so it was fine if he thought he’d be sleeping in there. Silently I responded to his question by pulling my backpack up onto the couch next to me and pulling out a small zippered bag from the outside pocket. Inside there was a large bag of crystal, a straw, a torch and three pipes, one clear glass, one long blue glass and one bubbler. Since I didn’t want to scare Mark off, I chose the small clear glass bowl and began loading it with rocks from the bag. “You sure you wanna do this? Last chance to back out.” I warned, fishing out the torch and looking at the nervous teen next to me. He hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath, nodding yes, and closing his eyes. “Good, then open your eyes so you can see what you’re gonna have to do.” With some hesitation, he opened his eyes. Slowly I described each piece of the puzzle as I pointed them out. While he carefully examined the pipe full of tina, I took a towel from the small bathroom and wet it under the sink. Returning to the couch, I moved my stuff to his end and sat next to Mark, closer that two dudes normally would, making an excuse about being close enough for him to really watch me. Watching and listening as I demonstrated how to melt the rocks until they began to give off some clean white smoke, I could tell he was wishing he’d been smart enough to pull out a pad and pencil to take notes. Once I felt it was ready, I put the pipe to my lips and took a large hit from it, sucking down some of the best shit I’d ever sold, that I’d chosen especially for this occasion. Exhaling, I slowly released a giant white cloud from my lungs, surprising even me with the size and density of the smoke. “Wow…” was all Mark said as I turned and smiled at him, making like my huge hit was no big deal. I cooled the pipe in the towel for a second and asked him if he had any questions. Whether he did or didn’t, he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask me at that moment, since it was obvious to me that all he really wanted to do was run out the door, down the stone steps, across the rickety old bridge and straight back home to his sheltered little world. “Good, then it’s your turn Marky boy,” I said, shoving the pipe and torch into his hands. Shaking, he lifted the pipe and imitated my actions, trying once, twice, three times before finally getting the torch to light. Once it was on he started trying to melt the crystals, but kept forgetting to hold down the trigger, allowing the torch to go out. Laughing, I asked him if he’d like me to light it for his first hit. He blushed and nodded, but I made sure to tell him it was no big deal. “No sweat dude. I sucked my first time too.” (no pun intended lol) “you just hold the pipe near your lips and when I say go, start rolling the pipe slightly from side to side and inhaling, cool?” “Yeah, cool.” He feigned confidence, and I had to keep from laughing as I lit the pipe again. “See how I am holding the lighter just a little ways from the pipe?” I explained as I began. “I don’t want the crystal to get burned, but I have to get it hot enough to become a liquid, like it is now. Keep watching and you’ll see it is starting to smoke, so go ahead and start rolling side to side…there, not too far…nice…now put it to your lips and begin inhaling, as deep as you can…good…keep going…keep going…ok, now lower the pipe and exhale.” He coughed as a nice big white cloud spewed from his mouth and nose. I could tell he wasn’t used to smoking anything, even weed or cigarettes, let alone tina, but I knew this was really good stuff so it wasn’t harsh enough to choke or taste bad. More likely he was coughing from the psychosomatic urge in his brain that told him ‘smoking equals coughing.’ I handed him a water bottle from my backpack (laced with a small dose of ghb) and he downed half of it before he’d even stopped exhaling. As his breathing returned to normal, I asked him if he was okay. “Yeah Rhett, I’m fine *cough* just a lot stronger than *cough* I expected,” he told me, face red and breathing raged. “Maybe I’m better snorting it or someth*cough* thing like that.” “Snorting this shit is a bad idea bro,” I told him, taking another big hit for myself. “Trust me, smoking it is waaaay easier.” “If you say so,” his breathing returning to normal, I motioned for him to take another hit, but he waved it off, insisting I go ahead while he finish his water. “Okay, I’ll take another hit,” I said, putting his mind at ease, until I continued: “but why don’t I shotgun it to you? That way it won’t be as harsh as taking it all yourself.” “Shotgunning?” He repeated, making wonder if he was so sheltered that he didn’t even know the most basic of terms. “Yeah, you know, I take a hit,” I said, pantomiming the act. “then I exhale into your mouth and you inhale it and exhale back to me and so on.” “I know what shotgunning is man,” He said, indignant and defensive. Whether he did or not, who can say? “I just think it’s kinda…you know…gay, isn’t it?” “it’s not like we’re making out Marky,” I laughed and went to light the pipe. “All we gotta do is get close enough that you can suck down the smoke I exhale, no tongue, I promise.” “I guess.” He had little choice since I’d already begun my hit. Once I’d inhaled a large amount, I waved for him to lean in and turned to face him. He closed his eyes and I was tempted to plant one on him, but instead I moved in and began exhaling as he sucked in as much smoke from my mouth as he could. As I finished, he leaned back and let out a huge billowy cloud, with no coughing or choking at all. “Nice job bud,” I slapped him on the back and handed him the pipe. “How does it feel being a bad ass?” “Not bad I guess,” he smiled and blushed a little, embarrassed and proud to be braking the rules. “but I’m not really feeling anything man.” “Just take a few more hits and you’ll see,” I held the pipe to his mouth and lit the torch. He’d already forgotten how freaked he was to be smoking, so he took the pipe and waited for my signal to inhale. “this will be the best high you’ll ever have, trust me.” After that he began shotgunning with me after ever hit either of us took. There was no more coughing or balking at taking a hit, we just chatted and passed the bowl around, taking hits and brushing lips on each exhale. Soon the bowl was finished and Mark was flying. “Damn Rhett, I see what you mean,” Mark stood up and bound over to the kitchen to refill his water bottle and get one for me. “I feel fucking great! I feel like I could rip a phone book in half! And I am fucking horny as…as…fuck! When will this girl be getting here for us to play with? I wanna get her high and fuck her right in her fucking pussy!” “Slow down Mark,” I laughed and lit the fire place with the remote on the table in front of me. Pulling up the menu on the tv, I linked it to my laptop in my backpack and found a file full of amateur porn, mostly made by friends of mine so each video featured multiple guys and one or two girls, all smoking and fucking together. “Let’s just watch some porn and chill for a little bit and see how we do.” “Damn, are those dudes smoking tina too?!!?!?!” Mark flopped right next to me on the couch, eyes wide and locked on the guys on screen as they sucked down a bowl as some teen bitch suck their cocks. “Yeah man, some friends made this vid for me.” I loaded another bowl and melted it while walking over and turning up the thermostat. Between the fire and the temp set to 75 degrees, Mark should start getting hot pretty quickly, and more heat meant less clothes. “By the way, did you clean up like I told you?” “You mean like showering and using the…” suddenly he was shy again. “It’s cool man, you can say it: enema.” I smiled and acted like it was normal while I took a big hit. Mark licked his lips, hungry for the bowl as I exhaled. Reaching for it, I pulled it away and asked again. “So did you?” “Yeah, it was weird man,” Mark admitted, willing to tell me almost anything to get another hit from me at that moment. “But you were right it cleaned me out from top to bottom, and even though I haven’t eaten since last night, I’m suddenly not hungry anymore.” “Not for food anyway,” I added, watching the formerly naïve teen as he took a giant hit from the bowl. “Tina will do that to you. Plus it can make you need to take a dump really bad, so that’s why I had you use the enema, so you wouldn’t end up in the bathroom all night once the girl arrives.” “Awesome bro,” Mark said after pulling me in and exhaling into my open mouth. He smelled like mint toothpaste and bodyspray. On most guys I would find the scent tacky, but on this teen stud I could feel my cock harden as I inhaled. “Wow look at her go! That girl can really suck a dick!” We laughed and our focus returned to the tv, watching the girl suck the handsome young college guys. These ‘porn stars’ were actually my customers who I traded some meth in exchange for taping them tag team a girl they all knew would be down. I smiled to myself, remembering that three of the four of the boys had sucked me off since that day and I’d even fucked one of them a few weeks ago, but here on camera they seemed straight as hell, even as they occasionally jerked one another off for a moment or two. Whether Mark noticed this or not, I couldn’t tell you, since all he wanted to do was praise the tits, ass and body of the girl on her knees between them. Oh, that and smoke more tina. By the time the guys on the video had moved into the bedroom and were starting to prep the girl to get gangbanged, the temp in the cabin had risen enough that I was sweating pretty hard. Looking to my left, I could see beads of sweat forming on Mark’s forehead and neck as well, plus little dark patches under his armpits. Time to get the ball rolling. “Fuck it is hot in here,” I stood and tore off my ball cap and shirt, toeing off my shoes as I did. “Hope you don’t mind man.” “Not at all” Mark said, standing as well. “In fact, I’ll join you.” “Cool bro, you may want to start jerkin now Mark,” I encouraged the stripping boy to go further. “Tina can sometimes make you go soft and if you don’t warm up before ‘the entertainment’ arrives, you may not be able to participate in any of the fun.” “I’m not worried man,” Mark said, deflating my master plan as he stripped off his white sleeveless undershirt then reaching for the pipe. “I bought some viagra from a guy at school just in case.” Suddenly my spirits perked up again, imagining Mark cumming over and over with his drug-induced hard-on. In my experience, teenagers on Viagra could cum for days without ever getting fully soft, even if they were so high on meth they couldn’t remember their own names. To be certain he’d have enough for the entire trip, I asked him how many he bought, pretending like I might want one. Truthfully I was lucky enough to have a cock that seemed to only get harder on drugs. Aaron and Dave referred to it as “perma-stiffy” lol. I needn’t have worried though, since Mark was overly-prepared (as usual) and got 20 tabs, informing me the price went down when you got that many. Plus 20 could be explained as another drug he was looking to sell, so no one would suspect he might be using them himself. Asking me if he needed to take it now or if he should wait, I told him to go ahead and lose his pants and then he could bust the pills out, so he wouldn’t need to find them in the heat of the moment. Shy as always, he turned away as he lowered his jeans to the floor leaving him in a clean pair of tighty whiteys. My eyes took in the sweet, round globes of his ass as he walked to the bedroom with his folded pants and shirt before returning with his bag which he brought over and dropped next to the coffee table. Biting my lip to stifle a groan as he bent over to look through it, I felt my already stiff cock throb against my tight boxer briefs, the fabric stretching in order to hold my shaft down. I hadn't realized when Mark first dropped trou, but up close I could see that his sweat had created an almost see-through strip of cotton down the center of his butt and allowed me a semi-decent view of his ass crack, providing the slightest hint of dark mystery where I imagined his hole to be. In need of a distraction, I stood up and took a look at what he was unpacking from his bag. “Jeez Marky” my eyes bugged a little at the amount of crap he had crammed into the large duffle bag. “What did you do? Pack every piece of clothing you owned?” “Not quite,” Mark responded, not realizing I was exaggerating. “My dad and mom were insisting I be prepared for any activity that might occur on the ‘retreat’ which meant all kinds of gear for everything from chalk bags for rock-climbing to pads for mountain biking and even my speedo in case we swam any races! It was easier to just go with it than argue, so I have it all here.” “Wow, that’s…insane man!” I laughed and dug out a pair of snow-claws to attach to his boots. Mark joined in on the revelry, laughing and whipping out a pair of wrist braces. I followed with a bag marked ‘Mark’s sweatbands’ containing one for his head, two for his wrists and two for his ankles. My laughter caught in my throat as Mark one-upped me by pulling out his speedos in one hand and his athletic supporter including the cup in his other. He was too busy laughing and spinning them around on his fingers to notice me lick my lips at the thought of his hot ass in either pair. Not wanting to get him feeling too silly, I took that moments to suggest a drink for both of us, and asked what kind of booze he preferred. It didn’t take a genius to decipher his sudden change in mood to realize he wasn’t sure. “I’m gonna have a long-island ice tea Marky, want one?” I offered, eliciting a relieved head nod and visible relaxing of his shoulders. “Good, keep watching that porn and find that Viagra so you can take it with your drink, k?” With Mark distracted, he didn’t notice how much booze was going into the drinks I was making. My original idea was making the drinks with a small amount of ghb from the vial hidden in my sock, but I figured the disguised booze taste of a long island would allow him to get a nice buzz without realizing how much he’d had, and I would save the g for later, if I needed it. When I walked back into the room with the drinks, Mark was trying to get a hit from the pipe, even though there was nothing left for him to hit. We traded, me handing him the drinks, him handing me the pipe, and I loaded it while watching my victim…I mean friend down his little blue pill and half his drink in two gulps. “Damn man, you sure there is booze in this?” He asked, taking another big swig from his glass. “This tastes way better than any drink I’ve ever tasted.” “It’s got enough, trust me.” Smiling I handed him the fully loaded pipe and sat close enough that our bare legs were touching from the knee most of the way up the thigh. Unlike before, Mark didn’t move away or even flinch at the contact, much too focused on trying to melt the crystals like I had showed him before. Once they melted enough, he took a nice, big hit and turned and shot-gunned it to me without me even having to ask. I couldn’t have planned it any better than this. --- End of part three. In part four, Rhett will get Mark to do a lot of stuff he has never tried before and maybe even like it...

Fun at the seedy motel – Part 1 “Want to go for a ride?” the guy said as he set his glass pipe on the seat and leaned towards the passenger side window. His car was an older model, pretty beat up, and he matched. From the dim light provided by the streetlamps and the fact that it was not quite totally dark yet, I could see he had a scraggly beard, dreadlocks, and some sort of dark colored jacket on, and not handsome at all, but he did have what I would call and evil grin. I had just started a week off from work and was determined to get as much raw dick and cum as I could to make up for all I had been missing due to a crazy work schedule. I had just come from getting a load of cum in my ass from some guy I met online, and while the fuck was not all that great, he shot a nice load. My ass was just getting warmed up, and I was still buzzed from the beer, so decided to walk home to see if I could find some trade along the way. I was about a block and a half down the street when I noticed this car up the street on the other side and someone was using a big lighter to smoke with as each time they turned it on, created a small glow in the front seat. I could only see the shape of person and not make out anything more, but figured I would scope it out a little. So I walked a little slower and kept watching the car and the lighter flashes. As I got closer I could see the occasional stream of smoke come out of the driver’s side window so knew he was not smoking cigarettes. Someone getting high, sitting alone, bet they were horny so my hopes were raised, my ass twitched, and a little bit of cum leaked out. At the intersection I crossed the street so I could come up on the passenger side and get a closer look. “Want to go for a ride?” he said again. Yeah, he was high for sure, and I was horny as fuck, so my heart raced a little faster as I said sure, opened the door, and sat in the passenger’s seat. He moved his pipe onto the floor under his seat, turned the car on, and pulled out. “Derrick,” he said as he held his right hand towards me. I shook his hand, told him my name, asked what was up tonight. “Nothing man, you know, looking to get into whatever, you know. You?” What do I say? Tell him I got a hot load in my ass and need some more? I went with the safer course and just said had a drink with a friend, not ready to go home yet, so needed to get out. He laughed a little, “I hear that man. You smoke?” I told him no, but cool if he did. So he kept driving for a bit. We were in a rough part of town when he turned down a side street. It was getting dark now and most of the street lamps were out. He parked the car, said “Stay in the car, I need to get something.” Then he got out, locked the car doors, and headed down the driveway between two houses across the street. Damn – I was sitting alone on a dark street, so I slid down a little in the seat and waited. After 5 minutes I was getting really nervous, but then I saw him coming back towards the car. I sat up, he got, tossed a plastic bag on the seat, smiled at me and said, “Needed some rock. This is good shit, but makes me horny as a fucking bull, You know?” I just nodded, gulped hard, and tried not to show how nervous, scared, and horny I was all at the same time. Derrick pushed his seat back as far as it would go, reached under, pulled out his glass pipe and a black shaving kit. He opened the kit, pulled some stuff, opened his bag, put a small piece on his pipe, tilted his head back a little, stuck the pipe in between his lips, flared up the lighter, and began inhaling. His eyes were closed, so I was looking around to see if anyone was watching. I didn’t see anyone, not even a car, so went back to watching him. He let out his breath and a cloud of smoke filled the car, “OHHH yeah, shit’s good. Want a hit?” I shook my head no, and he said “Later then. You want to suck my dick for me, this shit’s got me horny?” I said sure, but asked what about people seeing us. “No one will see, come on, I need to bust some nutt.” With that he set the pipe down, unbuttoned his pants, slid them down a little, and pulled his dick out. He was already pretty hard, about 8 ½, or 9, and real thick, but wide. Not really round, just wide. I leaned over, closed my mouth over the head, and began sucking. Derrick started moaning a little, grabbed his pipe, and hit it again while I sucked him. “Make it wet, yeah get that bull pipe wet,” he said, so I sucked harder, raised up a little, spit on it, licked it clean and sucked some more. Derrick soon started to moan louder, “I’m gonna cum, you better pull off, you want it ? You want…..” as he shot into my mouth. I did not even feel the first volleys of cum as it hit the back of my throat and slid down. His dick pulsed, and kept shooting a steady stream and I had all I could do to swallow and keep up. His cum was thick and tasted wonderful, and I kept sucking as I wanted every little sperm I could. Derrick pushed my head off his dick, “Whew, yeah I needed that, had not shot my nutt in days, whew.” He closed his pants up, took another hit on his pipe, as I sat back savoring the taste of his cum still in mouth. Derrick put the pipe and supplies back under his seat. “What are you going to do now?” he asked. I didn’t know what he meant, but said whatever, open to having fun. “Good, here’s what’s up. I plan to smoke my shit up tonight and like to fuck when I do. Got me a room over on New York Avenue, so how about you come back with me, keep this big bull meat hard for me. You get fucked? Good, you got a nice mouth but I want to fuck.” With that he started the car up and we headed to his motel. On the way, Derrick stopped and grabbed some beer at a store, along with a couple sandwiches. As we drove I asked him why he smoked using a straight glass pipe? I thought most people smoked rock in a bowl or something. Derrick said he liked it better, cleaner hit, and he could control the burn the way he wanted. We didn’t really talk about anything else and about 10 minutes later were at the motel. I had gone by the motel before when driving up to Baltimore before. It was pretty run down, in a sort of industrial/warehouse area, and you could usually see a few hookers lingering nearby. Derrick pulled in, drove around to the back and near the end. There were a few people lingering around the parking lot, standing by a building near the back of the parking lot, the scent of pot was heavy in the air along with piss. We grabbed the beer and food, Derrick nodded at a guy standing by the wall about 15 feet away who nodded back, and I followed him into his room. The room inside was as bad as the outside. Smelled, was old, looked dirty, but Derrick clearly did not have much stuff. I saw one duffle bag on the floor of the closet, and mostly empty cigarette packs, beer bottles, and trash. Derrick set his stuff down and said, “Pull your pants down,” as he tossed a big bottle of Walgreens hand lotion onto the end of the bed. He open his little bag on the table, pulled out his supplies, and as I stuck some lotion in my ass, watched as he put some rock in his pipe. He walked over to me, “I fuck a LONG time, so you need this good shit. OK?” I said OK but had never done this before, as Derrick handed me the pipe, slightly angled up to keep the rock in the end. “You saw me hit it, now you do the same. I will light it, you just keep it tilted back, inhale as deep and hard as you can and do NOT let it out until I tell you.” I put the pipe between my lips, he put the lighter up to the end and I could start to see smoke building up in the pipe. “Now, inhale, keep going, more, more, come on, more - - now hold it – HOLD it –hold as long as you can – you need to feel this shit – hold.” I started to cough and choke and a huge plume of smoke came out. Derrick laughed, “Not bad for your first time. Now again.” Derrick then took a few hits and as I watched him I started to get so hot and fuck the rush to my head! The room started spinning a bit and my body tingled and everything seemed more intense but fuzzier at the same time. Then it started to even out, the sensation was just intense, and my dick responded by immediately getting hard. I grabbed the lotion, put some more lube on my ass, and bent forward over the end of the bed. I could hear Derrick finishing up his hit, he then walked over and pushed the curtains a little to the side. “I like to be watched,” he said. He had taken off his clothes and his dick was at full attention. I bent back over, hit the poppers (had them in my coat from the first guy I visited) my head felt like it was going to explode, and I zoned out a bit. I came back to reality as I felt Derrick work a finger up ass. “You going to take my bull pipe? Let this black bull fuck it? Yeah, nice and tight and wet and juicy – yeah got some good pipe for you.” With that he stuck a second finger up my ass. I noticed a box of Magnums on the table, so figured he only played safe and was disappointed, and thought maybe if I asked him to fuck me raw I could just say the rock made me say that if he got upset, but as he started to rub his dick again my ass I could tell he did not have one on- fuck yeah! I was going to get his cum in my ass too and he was going to work the load I took earlier deeper up inside me. Derrick pulled his fingers out of my ass, and without saying another word, began to slowly push his dick into me. FUCK – that hurt, the width of his dick was a killer and I squirmed and pulled away a little bit. He placed his hands on my hips and guided me back onto his dick nice and slow. As he did I looked under my arm towards the window and noticed that the guy we had seen against the wall was now looking in the window, watching. I told Derrick and he chuckled and said, “Yeah, my man’s a freak, you’ll see.” Derrick started to fuck harder and angle his dick to the sides with each thrust, scraping my ass walls with every stroke. I just grunted and tried to steady myself on the end of the bed. I was feeling pretty high and had a nice big black dick up my ass, and damn that felt so good. I don’t know how long Derrick fucked, but when I focused again he was grunting, almost growling, as he started fucking harder and faster. I was having a hard time keeping my balance and he reached out, stood up, wrapped his arms around my chest and slam fucked. “I’m gonna nutt in you, want my bull nutt, huh, want my nutt, gonna nutt – oh –gonna nutt…” Derrick tensed, shook, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and his hot load shoot inside me. He kept holding me as his dick fully unloaded, his breathing was hard and heavy. He then let me go, pushed me forward and slid his dick out. My ass felt so empty! Put it back! He slapped my ass, smiled, “Feel good in there? You want more huh? Don’t worry, I got lots of nutt up in this bull pipe.” I just smiled, Derrick walked over, slid the chain off the door and the guy who had been looking in the window stepped in. This guy was pretty tall, like 6’5, real thin, torn up jeans, torn up coat, could not tell if he was homeless or just very causal. He took his jacket off and had tats up and down both arms. I just stood there while he and Derrick started talking. Derrick handed me a beer, told me to sit, so I opened it up as he and the new guy sat at the table. They both took out pipes, the other guy had one with a bowl, and started taking hits. Derrick said, “Come here, take some more.” So I did as before. He lit it and guided me and this time I did not choke. The tall guy put his pipe down, walked over to the bed, grabbed the pillows, brought them towards the end, “Lay on your back, put your ass on these,” he said. So I got up on the bed, laid on my back with the pillows under my hips. He got up on the bed on his knees, spread my legs, lifted my legs up, and started to push into my ass. His dick was like him, long and skinny, and a good bit longer than Derrick’s. My ass did not resist, and he slid in pretty easily as Derrick’s cum must have lubed me up really well. Derrick just sat the table watching, taking a hit now and then, and his dick was standing straight up in his lap as he watched the tall guy fuck me. The tall guy now had my legs pushed way back towards my shoulders and was jack fucking my ass. He was also really verbal. “Take this nigger dick bitch, good bitch, open that hole, come on now, open that tight white pussy. You want this nigger dick in you? Huh? Want me to fuck you? Huh bitch? Fuck that white pussy, yeah bitch.” At first I did not say anything, but then said yes, please fuck my white pussy, and that made him harder, and he got louder, and fucked deeper. My ass was making slurping noises each time he thrust in and out and as he angled himself up with his feet, his full weight was behind every push into me. His eyes were closed like he was concentrating real hard and his dirty talk did not stop, as he called me a bitch and white pussy. In that position, I now noticed he had tats all over his chest too, and some on his neck. I tried to move my arms, but had no leverage so looked back at Derrick who was now stroking his dick as he watched. The guy on top of me picked up the pace and I started begging for his cum. Derrick started egging him, “Come on nigga, fuck it, nutt up in there, come on nigga.” “OH OH OH – take my cum BITCH!!!” and the tall guy slammed balls deep and unloaded. He stayed still for a few seconds, breathing hard. His dick was still pretty hard, but slid out as he pulled off me, he got off the bed, stood up, “Damn, fuck – nice sloppy hole. Get on your hands and knees.” What? The man just shot. I told him I had to piss and needed some beer, so got up and went to the bathroom. I could barely walk as my legs were all cramped, but took a nice long piss. I now had cum and ass juice just running down my leg. I wiped my ass a little to make sure I was still ‘clean’, and clenched my ass to keep as much juice in as I could. I went back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed and gulped a beer as Derrick and the tall guy sat at the table getting their pipes ready. They both took a hit, then the tall guy grabbed his dick, pointed it my way, and said “Suck it.” So I got on my hands and knees and started sucking his dick. They put the pipes down, Derrick passed the tall guy a sandwich, and they started eating and chatting as I sucked the tall guy’s dick. My knees hurt so bad so had to get up, sat back on the bed and drank another beer. Derrick offered me a sandwich, I passed, and soon they were done, and Derrick was motioning me over to the table with the pipe his hand. I took a couple big hits and felt it kick in even more intensely then before. Derrick and the tall guy both took hits, then both stood up, Derrick turned me around and shoved his dick up my ass as the tall guy pushed my head down towards his dick. I put my left hand on the table to steady myself as Derrick fucked my ass and the tall guy fucked my throat. I could taste a mix of lube, cum, and ass juice on the tall guys dick as he had not wiped it off after fucking me, just let it air dry which left a film of fuck covering his dick. “Fuck it – yeah fuck it,” the tall guy said to Derrick as he reached over, grabbed his pipe, and started hitting it while I kept sucking him. As he inhaled I swear his dick got a good inch longer, damn, that shit did go right to their dicks. Derrick then reached forward, pulled me off the tall guy’s dick, and turned, and walked me the couple steps to the bed with his dick still in my ass. “Get on your knees,” Derrick said, so with him still inside, I got on my knees up on the bed and got doggy style and he started fucking. “Yeah feel that nutt up in there, hmmm.” I was feeling no pain, just intense, hot pleasure of that raw dick pushing their cum deeper inside of me as I begged for him to fuck me – I just wanted more cum – as much as they could give me. “Let me hit it,” the tall guy said, so Derrick pulled out and the tall guy started fucking me – hard. Again, he was getting very verbal and nasty and I was loving it! I heard Derrick take a hit, then he stood beside the tall guy, the tall guy paused, and I heard him take a hit with his dick still in my ass. Again, felt like that big dick grew another inch as it was inside me – and I started pleading for him to fuck me harder. Derrick laughed and said, “Now let’s freak.” I thought we were, so just kept focusing on the dick in my ass. The tall guy paused again and I thought Derrick was giving him another hit, but I turn my head and did not see him. The tall guy moaned and grunted a little and pushed against my ass, but it did not feel right. I twisted as far as I could to see what was up. Derrick was behind the tall guy and was sticking his dick in the tall guy’s ass while the tall guy had his dick in my ass! Fuck! Derrick said, “Now we’ll get some nutt up in that white hole,” as he started to push in and out of the tall guy’s ass. The tall guy pushed his ass back to meet Derrick’s dick, which pulled his dick out of my ass and as Derrick pushed forward into the tall guy’s ass, the tall guy’s dick would go balls deep into me. It took a couple strokes, but they soon found a rhythm and I was being deep dicked by the tall guy as he got deep dicked by Derrick. The tall guy was losing it, and was almost hollering, “Take it bitch, take the dick, take these nigger dicks, fucking white pussy – take it take it!” He was digging into my sides with his fingernails as he slam fucked me, “AAAHHHHH fuck AAAHHHHH fuck,” and he started to shoot. This load felt like alcohol had been dumped into my ass – my hole burned with his cum as he gave me second load, Derrick kept fucking him. The tall guy stopped pumping, and pushed back off my ass. Derrick yanked his dick out of the tall guy’s ass making him grunt, got behind me, pulled me back onto his dick and started fucking. I was begging for his cum and for him to fuck me harder. Derrick must have been close already. “You want it?” he said, “You some more bull nutt? Want some more nutt in that juicy pussy? Fucking pussy fucking take my nutt – here it comes – here it COMES!!! Derrick unloaded in my ass again. As I was still burning from the tall guy’s load, I’m not sure how much he shot, but he grunted, moaned, groaned, and made it sound like a lot. His dick softened a little and he slid out, I rolled over and laid on my back to catch my breath. When I sat up Derrick and the tall guy were both sitting in the chairs by the table, Derrick smiled and said, “Told you my man was a freak,” then laughed. The tall guy laughed too, stood up, and started to get dressed. His dick still looked wet and slimy from fucking me, but he just put his pants on and did not even wipe it off – hot! He was taking my ass juice with him! He put his coat on, said, “Catch you man,” to Derrick, and left the room. “How’s that ass doing?” Derrick asked. “I still got plenty of rock and I ain’t even started getting my freak on.” Stay tuned for part 2.

For the guys out there who like to kick back and have a cocksucker on the floor in front of him, what are some things you like best? ive had a lot of training and where I used to just bob up and down or whatever my feeder taught me a lot of different ways that he likes to get sucked. It seems he really likes when I just suck on the head and stuff like that but whats ur favorite thing about a good suck boy? the best feeling in the world is finding that great dick that loves to be served and to find as much time as possible just sucking! how many of u out there love to just kick back and get sucked in creative ways by a fag cocksucker and how many cocksuckers are out there that have had the chance to have a good feeder that lets him suck for extended durations? It’s tough to find the perfect guy who is just into the bj and the faggot on his dick and isn’t looking to cum. anyone else have any experience with this and want to share?

I'm curious if anyone else has a suit and tie fetish. I love seeing pictures of men in suits. Part of it is the professionalism of how they're dressed, creating the idea that they are important men holding power. Another part of it is the mystery of what is beneath the suit. Suits often don't give much away, but a tailored suit hugs a man's body the right way. When they start to strip it all off, opening the dress pants and pulling out their swelling cocks, I'm in awe. I love seeing their white dress shirts opening, revealing hair chests beneath. I don't care if they're in their offices or if they're at a wedding, I just love seeing hot men in suits. Even a tie is hot, especially after the man has started to strip down, leaving nothing but the tie. If he's getting fucked, the other man can use it almost like a leash, pulling back on it to assert dominance. Even if the man is still fully dressed, seeing a tie covered in cum is incredibly sexy. Seeing a suit covered in cum is sexy. Suits aren't cheap, and if a man cums on your suit, he's really marking you. Does anyone else have this fetish? Where and when did this fetish come about for you? Does anyone have any pictures of hot men in suits that they'd like to share? Videos?

and There's nothing wrong with that! If monogamy isn't for you, by all means, avoid it like the plague. I'm in an open relationship myself and monogamy isn't an issue for either of us. But that's just it - neither of us is pretending to be monogamous to the other while cheating on the side. I say this often but I'll say it again: cheating is not "sex with someone other than your partner". Cheating is breaking the rules that you and your partner agree to, implicitly or explicitly, in your relationship. Find a partner who will agree to rules you can both accept (or who has no rules). Or stay single and play the field. Just don't be a cheat. It's low-character.

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Yard, toilet, shower, sink, plastic bottle by the bed at night...coffee almost every morning.

To the OP, I'd guess that no, we're not. What we are however, is a lot of self-aware men that refuse to comply with cultural norms. Most of us don't honor those repressions, and we go about our lives in freedom to be the men we were born to be. Acting on that self-realization as often as we'd like, or as often as possible, is nothing but an emotionally healthy way to live our lives, and the repressionists envy us our freedom. That's where the anti-gay hatreds are sourced from. We're not such a "rare breed" - we're simply living our lives, doing what we must despite the attempts to subjugate us. To those who attempt to force us to do otherwise, I say Fuck You ... NOT

Life had grown dull for Nate. A 23 year old young man who had been good all of his life. He was high school football player at 6'3, 220 pounds built like wall. His blue eyes attracted everyone he knew,but he never noticed it. You see Nate was a Mormon, a gay virgin mormon. He was so sexually repressed that he couldnt see past his own penis. But all of that would soon change for nate. After another night of masturbating 3 times in an hour. He stumbled upon breeding zone. He quickly found the stories hot and would stroke his 7 inch cock until it came again, (which only took 3 minutes). He quickly signed up and looked around. He read some tips and downloaded Grindir. He didnt post any face pics but he had just moved into his own apartment, it was a little place above a store, that his distant cousin owned, so no one would know that he was having sex. Nate wrote the following as his profile: 23m virgin, looking to get fucked RAW. I will host. I will send pics for pics. Serious inquieries only. Nate then fell asleep that night. He woke up to nearly a dozen messages. Nate smile. 'I'm going to get fucked.' He thought. He scrolled though and asked for pictures.but one guy in particular caught his eye. BIGJOHN5, 6'6 jock type 9 inch cock and looking to Poz. Nate's cock jumped. He stripped naked. He opened the message to see the biggest cock he had ever seen. It was long and thick. With a message "So bitch, you are ready to get my toxic load?" Nate was so turned on he slowly started to masturbate his cock again. Then another message popped up. "So bitch you there?" Nate quickly texted back, "Yessir." Then nate recieved another text message, "got any pics?" Nate quickly sent some pictures of himself nude. He was so excited he was leaking precum. Then he recieved a voice message. Putting in earphones he played the message. A deep voice spoke, "So bitch, my name is John, but you will call me sir or master. You are so sexy but you are mine. No more stroking your cock. Not until we meet up. Un free today. So send me your address and I'll fuck you until you are knocked up my little slut." Nate was so turned on that he threw all caution to the wind, he sent his name, address and his cell phone number to John. Not even 30 seconds later he got a call. Nate answered. "Hello, is this my slut Nate?" "Yessir, this is he..." "Im on my way, I want you naked and ready in 2 minutes. Unlock your door and kneel ass up on your bed slut." "Yessir, its around back.." "I know slut. Do as i say now." Master john hangs up. Nate runs to the door, unlocks it, runs inti the bathroom and looks up how to prepare his ass, he starts to clean when he hears someone coming up the steps, Nate runs to his bed and lays on his bed and kneels on it, like he saw hundreds of guys do in porn. Nate hears laughing, it sounds like multiple guys are coming up. The door opens. Nate shivers with anticipation and anxiety. The cool morning air sweeps up to his virgin hole. He then feels a hard slap on his ass. "Aah" he moans loving the pain that "john" gave him. "So slut," John said. "You are a virgin right?" "Yessir." Nate misma in fright. "Oh boy this is gonna be fun right Connor." "Damn right." Nate froze. Connor sounded like one of his professors at college. Yes it was Professor Taylor from his economics class, whom Nate had a crush on since the start of the semester. Connor taylor was 6'1 slim and had a 6 inch cock. Damn he was caught. "Nate, you have a fine ass there." Professor Taylor said as he slaps his other asscheek. He then feels his tounge lick his virgin hole. The sound that nate made was in between a sexual moan and a holy chorus. Unable to speak Nate worshiped the new sensation as his new God. John laughed as he closed the door. He stripped off all his clothes to reveal his ripped body with a huge cock. He grabbed his phone and started recording. He looked around and smiled. He found nate's phone unlocked. John quickly sent himself a text with a few crucial contacts just in case. He then turned off Nate's phone and coninuted to record Professor Taylor eating nate's ass. John then walked in front of nate and kissed him. Nate's first kiss. John's tounge quickly penetrated nates mouth causing him to moan more. He then grabbed nates face and told him. "Good boy. Dont move." John then stopped recording and grabbed some poppers from his coat and opened them. John rushed and told nate to breathe in deep. As nate did his world was filled with peace, his hole became itchy and he got hornier. And he felt the professor stop eating his ass and undress. John kissed him again and told him to get off the bed which Nate did, like the good little slut he was. The professor laid on the bed and John commanded Nate to start to suck the professor's cock. Which Nate started to do, by kneeling inbetween the spread legs of Connor and licked his balls and the licked his cock like a kid would a lolly pop. He then started to swallow the cock. He choked after a few inches. "Good boy, just swallow like you were eating." Connor told him. Behind nate John started eating Nate's ass. After licking the anus in a circular motion he put on a thick application of lube and inserted his finger. Nate yelped but continued to serve the professor in the best he could. "Watch those teeth bitch." The professor ordered as john found Nate's prostate. After circling fingering Nate's prostate nate came on the bed."hmmmmm" nate purred as he shot 4 big loads. "I think we found our cum slut. What do you think professor." The professor laughed. "Yea we did John." John put in anouther finger. He passed the poppers to the professor who put them under Nate's nose again. Causing his hole to loosen up to be ready for the main event. John quickly took out his fingers, grabbed Nate bu his hips and sat him up flipped him around and sat Nate on that thick, juicy cock that nate had wanted all of his life. "OOH! " Nate cired in pain amd pleasure. As John bottomed out he kissed Nate. John then laid back on the bed and started to slowly fuck his hips. Nates cries grew louder and louder. Although no words came put of his mouth he was clearly enjoying this new experience. The professor quickly gagged Nate with John's underwear. Then the real event started. As soon as John felt he had opened up his new conquest he said. "Pop goes that cherry boy. You like that slut." "Hmmmm hmmm." Nate nodded as he began to bounce on John's poz cock. John grabbed nate, wrapped Nate's lega around his own waist he stood up and started to really fuck the young, newly minted, bottom. The loud claps of sex filled the apartment. The professor kissed both John and Nate. After 3 minutes of loud ass clapping John laid Nate on the bed.Nate was already hard again. In a missionary position, not the mission Nate had served only 2 years earlier, John loudly claimed his conquest, "Yeah slut you are mine now. Whose your daddy?!" "You are my daddy sir. Oh fuck that cock feels so good." Nate moaned. His cock leaking precum again. "Who are you, are you my slut?" "Yessir, I'm your fucking cum slut, give it to me daddy?" John pounded harder and harder. "Sir, im cuming again!" Nate came all over his chest. His tightening hole sent John over the edge. Filling Nate's Mormon hole full of his toxic seed. "Oh yeah." John sighed, as he pulled out the professor took his place. Loving the warm fun lubed hole the professor started to fuck nate again. John pulled out his phone again and started to record. "Yeah you like this slut?" "YESSIR IM YOUR CUMSLUT SIR!" John smiled as he saw the formerly holy boy use his hole to worship his new God. 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I went to an out-of-the-way park the other day, after work. I walked by a hot big cross fit type guy sitting on the park bench. I went down one of the side trails where it's great to take off my shirt and sit in the sun. I enjoy sitting in the sun after a sweaty dirty work day. A few minutes later that guy from the bench turned up. I unzipped my shorts, he gave me a quick cock suck. I played with his ass while he was bent over. I don't think he was into that so much. I played with his dick a bit and it was pretty hard, so I got him to stand up and I rubbed his cock head in my ass. He got into that pretty quick, so I rubbed some spit on his cock and he got into it. He fucked me pretty deep pretty quick, I had to brace myself and get used to the size. After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close. I thought he was going to pull out. I told him to keep his cock in deep when he cums, he got the message loud and clear. He doubled down and went deep. He busted his load. He tidied up his clothes and took off, to finish his run I guessed. I sat back down and enjoyed the warm afternoon sun. Another dude walked by, but I was not into him, I was kind of worn out. I went for a walk in the forest for a bit and then went back to the clearing to get some more sun. After sitting in the clearing for 20 minutes, the first dude came back. I stood up and went over and had a play with him. My cock was rock hard. He pulled his shorts down and pulled his shirt up. I got in behind him and rubbed by cock in his ass. He grabbed my dick and rubbed it in his hole. I dropped some spit in there and pushed it in. We went at it for a few minutes, I rubbed my hands up on his pecs those CrossFit types a re well built. I got close and groaned and breathed deeply he knew I was close. I unloaded deep in his ass. It was a good afternoon getting some sun in the park.

I was 100% like your cousin when I was 16.

Slammer in LA has some. Also gay sex clubs in Mexico City feature them.

Sheer curiosity. I remember when a guy let me give him my first blowjob. Totally inexperienced and just going off of what it looked like in the porn that I'd watched. There was some gentle guiding, yes; I wouldn't say I gave him awesome head. He did take a while to cum, and at some point I did wonder what would happen if he needed to shoot while my mouth was on it. So, I asked...he said, "I can cum in your mouth if you want me to". Pretty much from that second, I knew I wanted to taste it. Took a while longer before it happened, but the moment did arrive. Remember the taste being a bit odd, but somewhat appealing. For a while, I loved blowing a guy much more than actually getting fucked. When I started regularly getting barebacked is when my swallowing frequency really dropped off, though. It happens once in a blue moon these days, but love when I get to do it. Really depends on where/how I meet the guy and what we end up doing. In the cases were I end up on top, I love when my bottom lets me blow him after I've bred him and finish him off. Nothing really beats that mutually spent feeling when you're lying next to each other catching your breath.

Met up with a young 20 something last night. He was on DL looking to get fucked. I told him to leave his door unlocked and I‘d be there in half an hour. It was almost dark when I got there but I saw him, naked, kneeling on his couch presenting his arse. I stood behind him, unbuckled my belt and dropped my jeans. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I was fuckin hard. I pressed my cock on his hole and pushed in. Fuck he was so ready, lubed hole and easy to penetrate. As I was fucking him he asked me if I was wearing a rubber or was I gunna shoot my load in his arse. I thought he was gunna back out when I said “I’m fucking you raw and I’m gunna breed you but instead he said “great, breed me daddy” that was the cue I needed and I started pumping my load in him. I drained my nuts up his arse.

when the man you took my innocence told me that I was put here to take care of his needs and the needs of real men like him. Also when he said its beneith them to have to consider a bottoms feelings and if it feels good when they are trying to pleasure themselves

I would assume so. My dad and handicapped sister knocked on my door during a weekday when I had three other guys in my apartment during a weekday. I had a screen door in front of the regular door, and I did not answer. It was obvious with the cars in front of my apartment that I had "company". My father, who was in his 70s at the time, mentioned stopping by, sort of smirked at me, and I knew HE knew I had "company'. After that incident, he always called before stopping by

As a straight teenager i watched a lot of porn, especially facials, bukkakes, creampies. i mention up that i was interessted more and more into sperm in porn, i began to swallowd my own loads, and was curious how other guys sperm would taste.. i became more and more obsessed with sperm and cocks and i was apparently not that straight as i thought and on one day it became clear that i was 100% bisexual, i sucked a older married guy in his car.. i was addicted right away 😄

I was just like you when I started doing it...I was a scared kid, not sure what to do, how to do it, wasn't sure how to negotiate/ask for sex. There was this wooded place next to a sketchy hotel that guys would hang out looking. I remember riding my bike there, locking it up, taking my shirt off and wandering into the wooded area. There were a few Latino guys there hanging out, shirts off. One was rubbing his stomach eyeing me as I walked into the woods and followed me. I was kind of terrified, but got to a place out of view and he came on to me as I paused by a tree. He got that I was scared and asked if I'd done this before and was honest I hadn't. He was super hot, but also kind and gentle, fucking me and cumming inside me twice before letting me fuck him raw too. We swapped numbers and I became a regular thing with him for a while, but I immediately went home feeling scared, ashamed, a bit dirty, but also turned on. I knew people would judge me for doing what I did but they'd never know unless I told them. There's a code amongst guys who meet up like that....silence is kept. I'd go back after that and was scared every time as it was guys I didn't know, but I knew what they wanted. They wanted to fuck me raw and use me for their pleasure. And honestly, I wanted that. The guilt, shame, and fear slowly faded away replaced by the rush of knowing guys found me hot and wanted to fuck me and cum in me.

Yesterday afternoon it was a beautiful sunny day not exactly warm, but a beautiful day nonetheless. I was crazy horny and had been thinking about cock all day. I needed to find some dick, so I fired up Sniffies and started looking at the cruisy park near my house. I saw a little bit of action going on there so I decided to drive down and walk the trail some hoping to get my ass fucked but if I strike out it still was a beautiful day to be outside. I drove to the park, parked my car, and got out and headed for the trail. I have been walking maybe 15 minutes when I got to one of the very discreet cruising areas. I went off the trail to check out the spot and when I got there to my surprise, there was a boy sitting on a rock looking very sus. I was really taken back because I never see boys his age when I’m out cruising. He was wearing running pants and a hoodie, but the hood was down and I could see he had beautiful, long, blonde hair that came to his shoulders. He probably weighed 110 pounds, and would fit every definition of twink. As I walk towards him, he blurted out awkwardly “you looking“ which surprised the hell out of me, and I started looking around for a cop or a camera or something but there was nothing. I responded “yes I am“. Again, I was shocked because this is normally not how this kind of thing goes down. It was apparently obvious that cruising was brand new to him. After I responded, again bluntly he asked “do you top” which gave me pause for a second but situations like this don’t come around often, so I was like “I sure do“ and it was easy to see that he was excited and nervous at the same time. I walked over to him and took one last look around and pulled my cock out over my waistband and shook it at him. He immediately dropped to his knees and started sucking my flaccid cock. He was so beautiful and so eager that my cock swelled to rockhard in no time at all. My cock is pretty big and he was definitely struggling with it a little bit because he kept trying to deep throat it, but eventually he gave up on that. He stood up, pulled his pants and underwear down and leaned against a tree. He asked me if I had a condom to which I responded no. He paused for a second and said “are you clean?”. I wasn’t going to lie to the boy so I replied “I have no idea” and he responded “ummm, ok”. I pulled out my little bottle of lube and dripped it on my dick. I also put some on my fingers because his pink hole was dry. I worked in two fingers which slipped in fairly easily and moved them in and out. He was moaning as I moved my fingers which got me pretty excited. I noticed that his anus definitely had seen some action at some point, because in between the beautiful pink spokes of his hole there looked to be a scar from tearing I would assume. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful young hole. I took my cock and rubbed it up and down his hole a few times and then eased it in with very little effort. As soon as I pushed my cock in all the way to the root I was surprised by how tight he felt. Being that my fingers slid in so easily, and it didn’t take a lot of effort to mount him he felt surprisingly tight. I started off slow, but I was giving him every inch of my cock and he was moaning with each slow push. It literally was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen the way his pink hole gripped my penis on the out stroke. It was almost like he was prolapsing a little bit but it was fucking hot. Just the way his anus was gripping my cock got me really excited so I held his hips tightly and really started to fuck this boy good. He was getting a little loud and because I was fucking him hard. You could hear the slapping sound kinda echoing in the woods and I got a little worried that someone might hear us. Fortunately, I was still thinking with my cock, so I ignored any worry I had. It didn’t take long and I was just about over the edge when he said “fuck me daddy, am I a good boy?“ and that was it for me. I started pumping multiple days worth of cum deep in this boys guts After I could feel the pumping stop, I pulled out and spread his cheeks with my hands. I watched as huge drops of my thick seed, rolled out of his gaping ass, and landed inside his pants. he just leaned there catching his breath. I asked him if he wanted me to get him off and I offered that he could fuck my ass if he wanted to. He politely declined which being a bottom I totally understand where he was coming from. He told me it felt amazing and thanked me. In my post nut clarity I asked him how old he was and he replied “don’t worry I’m legal“ and I left it at that. He pulled up his cummy pants and made a joke about how cold my jizz was against his skin and him and I walked out together back to the parking lot. He had a car so he couldn’t been too young. we both got in our cars and left. I am a very dedicated Bottom and it’s so rare for me to top that it really was extremely exciting for me.

Chapter 48: The Morning After The night was long for both parties, and it was afternoon when everyone woke up. We decided to get dressed and go get something to eat. Both Sirs ordered the Penis Pasta which was penis shaped pasta in a white cream sauce. I ordered the Pinga Grande, which was unique. It was a large sausage with the tip cut to make it look uncut. It was placed inside a taco shell filled with taco meat and topped with sour cream as cum. The other boy ordered a Tuna Boat. It was tuna salad in a bread bowl that was shaped to look like a pussy. It even had a small cherry tomato as a clit. He said it looked disgusting but was the best tuna salad he's tasted. The menu suggested it MAY contain cum as one of the ingredients. After the two boys retreated to a cabin, and the dads retreated to theirs. The two of us immediately got naked, and started making out in bed. The other boy had a glow about him, knowing that he was likely converted last night. He shared how he was fucked repeatedly and one guy even used a cruel condom to tear up his already bloody hole. I asked him whose desire it was for him to become poz, and he said mostly his dad's. He said that over the years though, it had also become his. He explained that he loved the aspect of piggy sex,and that once pozzed, he would be much more piggy like his dad. He added that it was cool that I was considering being converted, but also that if so, I wanted it to be through my dad. He said he had never had a loving relationship with his dad, and he was there just to be used as his dad saw fit. He said he didn't have any issues with that, and quite suprised he hadn't converted already. He then asked me about my night. I spared no details, even telling him my step brother seeded me. His cock sprung to full attention and I started started stroking him immediately. It wasn't long before he said he needed to put his load in me, and we began to fuck. Honestly I thought it would be a wild fuck, but it ended up being quite romantic. A pure departure from both of our nights before. After finishing deep inside me, he asked me If I'd made up my mind on converting. I thought about it and said I had. He asked what my decision was, and I simply said my dad should be the first to know, but he would be the second.

I think Kevin Wiles is an amazing role model for bottoms. Back in the day, when being a bottom wasn't trendy and everyone was desperate to be butch, he took any cock in any hole, long before the Dawsons and Ian Jay's were professional sluts 😉

Dad is right; the more I get fuck, the more I want his toxic load in me. I'm torn between the Slam or the booty bump, and both have different effects. By the end of the week, Dad is just using his toxic spit P.A. as lube as his P.A. is tearing up on hole so his poisonous seed can enter my bloodstream faster. My brother has told me how the fuck flu will affect me, and he will take care of me as he shows me the date on the inside of his arm, the date he tested Poz from Dad's breeding. As Ganpa Pozzed, Dad and Dad Pozzed, my brother Dad will Poz me. As I never knew my Dad, and I'm so happy he is showing such interest in me and helping me find what I dreamed about when I watch the porno movies on the cell phone he sent me. Before, it was someone else getting fuck with a raw dick, and now it is me begging to become Poz by my father. Yes, the pain was unbearable the first time, but I knew I had to accept as every Gay male does. It took about four days before it went from heavy pain to discomfort until I could relax and enjoy getting fuck as I started to ejaculate hands-free from having Dad's dick working my hole. Seeing the rage in his face with me on my back, legs over my shoulders so he could drive his toxic dick in me as far as he could. The sweet sweat dripped off Dad as he pounded me as hard as he could for as long as he could until he collapsed on top of me. I know my brother is not happy being locked in chastity as it's only Dad's dick going into me and knocking me up. It's Dad's right to Poz me as Grandpa Poz Dad as Dad Pozzed my brother one day. I'm also getting a good education on drugs as Tina is used a lot; others have different effects like coke, special K, and GHB. I liked GHB and the impact of high and a low dose. Also, how to sneak into someone without them knowing it. For the last 14 days, Dad has been fucking me giving me drugs, and this morning, as Dad came in, the sheets on the bed were soaking wet. I had a rash, and I felt like crap.

I should probably pause and just tell you a little bit about me. At the time of this story I was just shy of my 40th birthday, but already working that Daddy vibe that the boys love. 6 feet tall, and a solid, broad-shouldered, 230 lbs. Pretty muscular but with a nice solid belly to add to the bearish appearance. I’m hairy all over, especially my chest, and at that point it had just started graying. I keep my dark hair fairly short and at that time I generally sported a pretty full, already graying, goatee and longer sideburns. I’ve been told I have a great ass, and I’ve got a well above average, very thick 8-inch cock, that one fuck buddy has described as being like a club... the same thickness from top to bottom, except for a big flared rim on the head. I’m primarily a top, but I’ve also got a hungry ass that needs, and enjoys, periodic feedings. And at that point I had been Poz for almost 10 years. Mel settled on a film to have playing in the background and then after some quick mumbled greetings I grabbed his face and started kissing him. His soft compliant mouth quickly opened wide to accept my probing tongue and he tasted as good as I remembered. While I drooled some spit into his open mouth, my hands slowly slid down his back and cupped his shorts-encased, jockstrap-clad-ass As we made out, I slowly began kneading the cheeks of his meaty ass; my fingers sank into his sweaty trench and pressed on his hole through the material of his gym shorts. Even through the cloth I could already feel an accumulated dampness there, not sure whether he had arrived pre-lubed, or if it was a mixture of summer sweat and his own natural ass juices seeping out to prepare his hungry hole. Either way I was soon gonna find out, and I knew that either one would taste good to a sex hungry pig like me. As I fingered his crack, my other hand came round to the front and quickly slid up under his shirt, like a heat seeking missile looking for his nips, while he had his hands running up and down my back and pawing at my gym-shorts-covered, rapidly hardening, cock. As I found his one nip, I pressed down harder on his mouth with mine and began to kiss him with a passion and an intensity that he wasn’t prepared for. As I did, I latched on hard to the nipple between my fingers and pinched with everything I had till a loud breathy moan of pain escaped from him and into my mouth. He knew I meant business and I could feel his body start to go slack in my arms as his total submission began. I pushed him up against the wall of the booth and started madly grinding into him. I wanted there to be no question about what it was I was after. His hips started bucking back in unison as our combined rutting went into overdrive. As this was going on, I had kicked off my flip flops, preferring to stand barefoot on the cum-stained floor of the booth; feeling those dried loads of jizz beneath me. Somehow, their presence, along with the smell, connected me to the carnal energy that existed within the confines of that booth… a mini temple to the gay male need to spread their seed, anywhere and everywhere that they could. I shoved one hand down the back of my shorts while I continued making out with Mel and quickly pushed my shorts down. Being naked in a semi-public place always makes me go into overdrive and I wanted to be naked and exposed as quickly as possible. My hard cock got hung up on the waist of the shorts eventually springing free as it thwacked up hard against my hairy abdomen. Mel felt my raw exposed dick now grinding between us as it left a snail trail of pre-cum on the front of his shirt and shorts. The situation must have been getting to him to because he too began removing all his clothes while we continued to make out. At last he pushed my wife beater up and over my head and then came back in for a lip lock, while I reached for his shoulders and got ready to push him to his knees on that crusty floor. As he dropped, he grabbed hold of my throbbing club of a cock, while his mouth zeroed in on its target. His wet mouth engulfed my fuck stick as he started blowing me. I very quickly remembered just how expert he was at the art of oral pleasure and I moaned as his mouth went all the way down to my pubic bone on the first slide down my pole. I grabbed both sides of his head, lacing my fingers into his thick auburn hair and started to face fuck his sexy face. From somewhere poppers had appeared. He pulled off my cock and took a couple of huffs, handing them to me as he dove back onto my dick like a madman. The poppers had turned him into a slobbering cock-sucking faggot who was trying to inhale my whole cock to make me cum. But I had other ideas. He worked it hard, but before he could get me off I pulled free from his gaping mouth and pulled him up, while at the same time proceeding to drop to my knees. As I got closer to the cum stained floor, the smell of stale cum and poppers began wafting around my head like an aphrodisiac, making me even hornier than I already was. I spun Mel around, slid my arm up his back and pushed his upper torso against the wall, while pulling his ass back to my face, and just before diving in I took two giant hits of poppers. Now I was fully in the zone, and completely sex-crazed, as I spread his sweaty cheeks like a man with just one goal. My tongue zeroed in on his puffy pink hole, and then I dove.

Damn I love how you capture the hunger of the pastor- willingly sucking off trolls with short stubby cocks - but NEEDING their cum and then in the hospice - hot And then in this last installment - willingly stripping naked in the bathroom his deep seated need again to be used like a faggot loved when he was naked on the bathroom floor getting pissed on - eagerly- hungrily drinking as much as he could and then being punished for having been on prep So we know he needs cock - but does he stick around to see who the college kid is? Maybe his son the swimmer? (We know he has the hots for him is the son going to get pozzed before his dad? In case you can’t tell I love this story Really- Really want to read the next installment- but take your time you are a great writer take the time you need thanks

Turning my young sons out and making them big pigs they are... just like their dad and granddad....they always remember to bring a stud home for dad... and sometimes some tender pussy...

I lusted for my 7th grade gym teacher. He was solidly built, around 40, had a deep voice and no nonsense attitude. He was taking role during the first week of school and we were all seated with our legs crossed on the ground. At one point he looked down and said to one of the other boys, "You better get a jock, son, you're hanging out." That was all, he just kept going down the list of names after that. I boned immediately. He was definitely the man I wanted to get my cherry, and right away. Fuck the penal code.

Trex slowly pulled the half inflated butt plug out of me, leaving my hole gaping. Then, he walked over to the shelf, and picked up the baggie of Tina, and sorted through it until he found a shard about the size of his fingernail. Handing it to Dantrell, he said, “Here. Push this big shard just a little way into your piss slit, then shove your lubed up cock into Danny’s hole. That’s it. Keep going until you can feel the head of your dick up against his inner ring.” Dantrell followed Trex’s instructions, then said, “Okay.” Trey said, “You’re there, up against his inner ring ?” Dantrell said, “Yeh, I can feel it.” Then, Trex handed the bottle of poppers to me, and told me to take several hits. When he saw my face becoming really flushed, he told Dantrell to gradually push his cock head against my inner ring. “Whoa,” Dantrell said, as I let out a yelp, and Trex knew that Dantrell’s cock head had popped through. Continuing his instructions, Trex told Dantrell to push out a small stream of chem piss. When he did, he felt the big Tina shard shoot out of his piss slit, deep into my guts. Trex said, “Perfect. Now, let’s wait a few minutes for that to dissolve. In the mean time, go ahead and fuck him, but not too deep, yet. Oh, and hand the bubbler pipe to him, and make him take a couple of hits.” Then, Trex took the red plastic cups from the shelf and headed back into the kitchen. When he returned, he was juggling 3 cups, handing one to me, one to Dantrell, and saving one for himself. Dantrell said, “G ?” And, Trex replied, “You know it,” as all 3 of us drained the cups down our throats. Next, Trex told me to take several more hits of poppers, and he told Dantrell to push his cock deep inside my hole, again. “Push right through that inner ring,” Trex said. “Yeh, man, give him the entire length of your BBC. That’s what he needs.” At first, Dantrell kept his cock deep inside my hole, fucking in and out of my inner ring. Then, he switched to pulling his cock back farther, then punching it all the way back through my inner ring, with every thrust. “How does that feel,” Trex asked me ? “Fuck ME,” was my reply ! “That’s fucking incredible !” For more than a half hour, Trex kicked back, occasionally hitting the bubbler pipe, and watching Dantrell’s big long cock giving my hole a good workout. The Tina and the G had me flying high. I was obviously tweaked, and loving the intense fucking that my hole was getting. Soon, Trex blew out a huge white cloud and stood up. “Time for the big one,” he announced ! “Here, I know you’re going to need these,” he said as he handed the bottle of poppers to me. At the same time, he motioned for Dantrell to pull his cock out of my hole, which he did, very gradually, revealing inch after inch of his BBC, until it finally fell out of my gaping hole, and flopped around. I was lying back, my ass a few inches off the end of the sling, my feet in the stirrups, and my legs spread wide, an open invitation for Trex’s BBC. I watched Trex lubing up his thick monster cock, and as he approached my hole, I started snorting the poppers, moving the bottle back and forth, from one nostril to the other, each time taking a big hit, and holding my breath as long as I could, feeling my heart slam and my head pound, until I felt the head of Trex’s cock pushing into me. That was the easy part because his cock head was nowhere near the huge girth of his shaft. Even though my head was spun from all the Tina and G and poppers, I still let out a loud gasp when Trex started forcing his shaft inside of my hole. “Come on ! You want this BBC ? Push back against it ! Come on ! Take it ! Take it ! Trex continually coached me while taking a few steps forward, pushing me and the sling backwards, and increasing the pressure of his cock against my hole until the huge shaft suddenly broke through and the thighs of Trex’s black leather chaps made a loud slap against my ass. Sweat rolled down the sides of my face, and I could see thatTrex was sweating, too. Right now, he knew enough to stay very still, his monster thick cock completely buried in my hole, letting me relax and get used to it’s size. “Holy FUCK,” I yelled out ! “I wasn’t sure I could do it.” Trex told Dantrell to hand him a couple of paper towels. He handed one to me, and we both wiped the sweat from our faces. “Good job, Danny boy ! We need to celebrate.” He told Dantrell to reload the bubbler pipe. Then, he told him to hand the torch and the pipe to me, and ordered me to take several big hits. Next, while Trex was hitting the pipe, he could feel me moving my ass in the sling, fucking myself up and back an inch or two on Trex’s massive cock. Trex blew a huge cloud down toward my hole, then he grinned, knowing that his BBC was in charge, and that my hole wanted it, wanted it fucking me. Handing the bubbler pipe and the torch back to Dantrell, Trex told me to hit the poppers, again, and, as I did, Trex pulled his cock back about half way, then slowly shoved it all the way back in, again. I moaned loudly, and pushed my hips forward, signaling to Trex how fucking good it felt. Trex responded by pulling back most of the way, then slamming back in, in one quick motion. My entire body shuddered, and I yelled out, “OH, FUCK, YEH !” For the next 10 or 15 minutes, Trex kept pounding his BBC in and out of my hole, only occasionally stopping for a few seconds to let me hit the poppers. When, he felt like taking a break, he let Dantrell have a turn, marveling at how my ass was able to take Dantrell’s big long cock punch fucking my inner ring. Dantrell and Trex kept taking turns pounding the hell out of my insatiable ass, and pumping load after load of cum into me, only stopping long enough to fuck more shards deep inside my ass, to make me hit the pipe, and down a few more doses of G. The session ended up lasting about 36 hours, with all 3 of us feeling pretty well warn out. I had received 5 big loads of cum blasted deep inside my ass. Before I left, Trex shoved a large butt plug up my hole, and told me to keep it in for at least 24 hours, to be sure that I had completely absorbed all those chemmed up loads of cum.

All similarity between characters and real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are fictional and at or above the age of consent for any/all sexual acts included here in. If you're not interested in bb sex, drug use or straight boys first time being creamed, then please tell me why you are here and not reading a biography of Susan B Anthony or learning underwater Basket weaving? Synopses: In part 1, Rhett recalls the first time he partied and had gay sex. From meeting an older man named Dave at a local park bathroom, to slowly coming around to the idea of partying, to letting a dealer named Aaron convince him to try it. Once he found how much he liked it, he tried staying away, but before long he was back at it and enjoying it more than ever. Teenage TempTaTion Part Two: Dealing in TempTaTion Jump forward a few years to present day, and you’d barely recognize me as the same guy. In the interim I graduated from school, took a few years of classes at the local community college, dropped out, went to work for the family business and rented a small house just outside of town. When I’m not working for my Dad’s handyman business, I am a part-time dealer of crystal to the college and high school kids, as well as an occasional fag from online. Since my job being Mr. fix-it requires me to drive around town at all hours in a white truck emblazoned with my company’s logo and contact info, I am practically invisible to the local PD. Never once have I been stopped, unless it involved some cop asking me how to caulk his bathtub or refinish a table or something. With my tall Midwestern good looks, big cut talented cock, and ability to supply all sorts of goods I enjoy a little fame with the young peeps in town. Being a stud dealer has made me tons of friends, both gay and straight. Since I only party once every blue moon, Aaron has entrusted me with finding new distributers, and testing them to be sure they won’t just smoke, snort or shoot all the stuff they’re supposed to sell. Testing requires getting the new people high, and going as far as they might be willing: fucking, licking, stroking, sucking, etc. Sometimes a guy or gal can handle a party like that, but pretty soon the tweekers and addicts will show their nature, texting or calling five or six times a day, begging to score and screw. If they don’t seem to crave the high, and still enjoy getting off without it, I’ll sign them as new talent. A few might slowly get hooked and Aaron cuts them loose, but so far most of the guys have worked out perfectly, providing new clients to us and running the cash and drugs on their bikes and parents’ minivans with “honor roll” bumper stickers. When the stars align, and some straight guy informs Aaron that he wants to start dealing, Aaron sets him up for a test session with the only female dealer on his payroll. Knowing hot some of the male dealers are, you’d think the girl would be just as gorgeous, but it’s just the opposite. Standing about 5’4, she weighs in around 200 lbs, with saggy tits, a flabby gut, an ass like two sacks of lumpy gravy and the loosest pussy I’ve ever fucked (yes, I’ve fucked her, I had to pass the test to start dealing too). Add all that to her mediocre face, stringy hair and questionable hygiene and you can understand why only the most dedicated straight guys even try to get a job from Aaron. Due to the highly addictive nature of the drug and the age and maturity level of the boys selling it, there is a lot of turn over. With each new guy, Aaron and the rest of the regular crew and I make bets whether the newbie will last til they get a real job and quit or get hooked on the product and forced out. Any guy forced out has usually done something retarded like getting collared or showing up with no drugs and no money for what they were supposed to sell. Usually the boy has some sob story about being robbed or ditching the drugs to avoid being arrested, and sometimes they get a second chance if they’re willing to let Aaron use them for the pleasure of his group of buddies. Occasionally he is even forgiving enough to overlook a small amount of missing green or dope a second time, but whoever is responsible is forever out of the dealing biz. As long as I’ve known him, I’ve only known a few guys to try to disappear with a large wad/stash, but it never succeeds. Aaron has eyes all over town, and once he finds them, they pay him back, with cash or pain. Fully aware of the odd of someone succeeding at dealing, I’m always surprised when one of my buyers shows an interest. I should know by now that it looks like easy money to kids who’ve never had a real job, or college goers with loans to pay, yet no matter what warning I give, I can’t convince them that its hard work. It’s a delusion they’ll cling to until they see for themselves. So when Eddy, a regular customer of mine, told me he had a buddy who wanted to deal, I shook my head and prepared myself to watch the attempt and failure of some kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Nothing could have prepared me to discover this “friend” was actually the son of one of the wealthier families in town, especially not a handsome, naïve, privileged high schooler like Mark Montague. His identity was revealed to me one weekend at Eddy’s parents’ lake house, where I was delivering a considerable amount of ghb, coke and tina in exchange for cash (and the chance to fuck some sexually-confused, drug-impaired jockboys). The cocky teen host was dating some bitch from his class, but he spilled about his friend after partaking in some coke and 69ing with me. That was right before he purchased and downed a dose of ghb, which got him high enough to let me breed him in the back of my truck. I’ll admit I was hoping to take another shot at Eddy’s ass so I was a little bit disappointed that the party was co-ed. Still, I was making a small fortune from these rich kids, so I did my job, pumped a beer from the keg, and asked Eddy to point out which of his buds wanted to sell. My jaw hit the floor when he nodded to the tall rosy cheeked teen in the corner. I instantly recognized Mark. Now maybe this was just Eddy pulling a fast one, because there was no way Mark Minkus would possibly deal drugs. Heck, even at the party, surrounded by a bunch of his drugged, drunk, wild peers, Mark stood up straight, nursing a beer I’d seen him fill when he arrived hours earlier. This fit with my image of the Montague family: Unsmiling stuffed-shirts married to well-bred wives, producing heirs to continue the cattle empire they’d run for generations. My dad was constantly sending me on calls to the Montague house, fulfilling the contract they’d had with us since my Grandfather began our business in the late 50’s. The gorgeous old mansion his family built in the 20’s sat on almost half the land in the richest part of the fanciest district in the most exclusive suburb of our dinky town. I pay almost no attention to high school news or clubs but even I had heard that Mark competed on two school sports teams and was rumored to have turned down a modeling offer received after he’d won some debate at the state competition last year. Looking at Eddy with a raised eyebrow, he assured me he was for real, and led me to Mark to make introductions. Watching the color drain from Mark’s face when Eddy introduced me as the “supplier” Mark wanted to meet, I knew this was the real deal. Oblivious and high as a kite, Eddy missed Mark’s worried look entirely before turning and walking back into the crowd, leaving Mark and I to discuss “business.” Eyes wide with fear, stammering and insisting he didn’t know what Eddy was talking about, it was tempting to let him think I was going to rat him out, but for once I fought the urge and chose to save the kid from having a heart attack. Assuring him I wasn’t going to tell, I reminded him that I had just as much to lose as he did if either one of us was found out, but he still looked terrified when I asked him why he wanted to sell. “Can we discuss this somewhere less… crowded?” His eyes darted around, checking for a place to hold our secret meeting. Unless Eddy had a secret basement speakeasy that I didn’t know about, the only place we thought might give us some privacy was the laundry room. It was located as far from the party as possible, nestled between the back stairs and the garage, which Eddy locked to keep his father’s boat and motorcycle safe. Sauntering across the party towards the back hall, Mark seemed acutely focused on acting like nothing was going on, which had the exact opposite effect. Luckily for both of us, everyone else was too busy snorting lines of C and T, downing capfuls of ghb, or stripping to go skinny dipping to give a damn. Inside the quiet, tidy, well-lit room, I got a good look at Mark and wondered why I’d never taken the time to check him out before. He wasn’t too tall, nor too muscular, but his chinos and polo fit nicely, hinting that his teen body had some definition, specifically around his awesome bubble butt. Wishing I could see it in more detail, I was struck with an epiphany. “Before we have a conversation that could be incriminating,” I said, emphasizing the seedy nature of our chat by locking the door and lowering my voice to a whisper. “I need to be sure you’re not wearing a wire. Strip.” Any defiance in his eyes was gone in a second once I straightened up and crossed my large, muscular arms across my wide. flat pecs. My corn-fed smile makes some people forget that I can be pretty intimidating when I stand up to my full 6’2 inches and puff out my chest to show off the mass I obtained tossing bales and carrying bags of cement up and down ladders. With a defeated nod of affirmation, he unbuttoned his polo and lifted it up over his head, allowing me an unimpaired view of his burgeoning abs, pecs and biceps. School athletics and good genetics were working together to make him into a real stud. He paused before undoing his pants, so I grunted in frustration and took the initiative, reaching out to pop open his top button and whisk the zipper down before he could step in. I smiled when I felt him give in and go slightly limp, and I decided to keep up the forward momentum by sliding my hands down the back of his pants, over his plump, fabric covered butt cheeks, before pulling his slacks down to his ankles. Maybe I should have worried that he’d notice my cock rapidly hardening under my bball shorts but Mark kept his eyes straight ahead, either to seem respectful or out of humiliation, or a little of both. Surely he’d stop me from removing his briefs, unless, of course, I could get them down before he noticed. ‘Aw fuck it,’ I said to myself as I gripped the elastic waist and tore his size medium hanes tighty-whiteys down his legs. Feeling the breeze seemed to re-activate his brain, eliciting a boyish squeak from his mouth while his hands shot to cover his sweet circumsized dick and almost hairless balls. Even concealed, I could still picture them as clear as day, making mental notes of the 3 to 3.5 inch shaft, pretty pink helmet, slight curve to his right, and the generous thickness. ‘Looks like a grower’ I thought before standing back and taking in the whole package. Clothed, Mark was an average, attractive teen boy, but now he could have been the muse of many great artists. Paintings, sculptures and poems could be inspired by his firm manly musculature softened by the last hints of boyish baby fat. His cheeks turned bright pink…both sets of cheeks J “H-How do I know you’re not wearing a wire too?” his voice whispered back to me, catching me off guard. Little shit had me there. Double checking the door to be sure it was locked, I returned the favor he’d done me by slipping off my wind breaker, tossing away my sleeveless tee and sliding my silky shorts to my knees. “Happy?” I asked the teen, who raised an eyebrow and looked down at my jock. Smirking, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and worked them lower and lower until my big hard cock slapped back against my cut abs. Watching Mark’s face was priceless when he caught sight of just how hung I am. Aghast, his mouth hanging open as wide as his eyes, he looked from my dick to my face and back to my dick before turning beet red and forcing himself to look away. “Yeah, fine, put it away.” I gave it another second before I pulled my dick away from my navel and slid it back inside my black jockstrap. As I slid up my shorts, Mark remembered his own nudity and turned around and bent over to get his undies back up. His cheeks spread for just a moment and I enjoyed catching a glimpse of his asshole, surrounded by some light, soft hairs. As he retrieved his pants, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me, repeating my question about his desire to deal, getting close enough that our naked chests were almost in contact and speaking low enough that he had to stay there to hear me. “I dunno man, I wanna make some extra money I guess,” he softly answered, averting his eyes as he told me an obvious lie. “Bull shit,” I quietly shot back, making up for the lack of volume by sliding my hand around the back of his neck and squeezing as I continued. “I know you don’t need the dough and I doubt you plan on making a career out of it, so either cut the shit and tell me the real reason, or I’ll kick the shit outta you for wasting my time.” “Maybe this was a mistake-“ He tried to wriggle free but my grip was tight. “Too late for that dipshit,” I cut him off, lifting my free hand up to his neck and pushing him back till he hit the wall, pinning him against it with my forearm. “Truth time or you get to explain the bruises to your buddies.” “I… I can’t…” I pulled back my hand a made a fist, and his eyes closed as he spilled the beans. “I wanted to be cool, okay?!?!” “What?” I lessened the pressure on his neck but kept my fist raised. “I wanted to be cool…” he looked at me with tears in his eyes before dropping his gaze to my feet. “Guys like Eddy host these wild parties and provide the booze and drugs for everyone and end up fucking the hottest chicks at school and hanging with the coolest guys, and everyone sees me as the…you know…” “Square with the stick up his ass?” I helped him out while dropping both arms and stepping back enough to give him some air. “I was gonna say goodie two shoes, but yeah.” Mark corrected me. “Only the square with a stick up his ass says shit like ‘goodie two shoes’ marky boy,” I said, laughing quietly. “Okay so I’m a stick-assed square,” he admitted, relaxing a little and chuckling too. “I guess I figured I could get away with not getting wasted or stoned if I was the one providing the booze and drugs. Stupid huh?” “Nah man,” Stepping closer, I leaned against the wall next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “That’s kinda genius actually. How come you don’t host the party instead or pay for the drugs and liquor or anything?” “I tried that man,” Mark said, getting upset. “When I hosted, no one showed, and when I paid for the…you know, everyone was really cool until I heard someone say I had only done it so I they couldn’t send me home once the party got going. Everybody thinks I’m just another Montague stooge, buying friends and being the boy scout. So last week, when one of the hot younger maids got fired for screwing her boyfriend in my parent’s bed, I had an idea. I waited for my Dad to drop me at school the next day and told him I’d let Maria and her boyfriend in their room in exchange for a blow job from her, then I hopped out of the car and started across the lawn.” “Fuck, what’d he do?” My curiosity was too strong to wait for him to pause. “He did just what I hoped.” Mark came closer and dropped his voice a little lower. “He rolled down the window of his jag and yelled ‘You’d better keep your dick in your pants or next time it won’t just be Maria I kick out of the house!’ right in front of Eddy and his buds!” I busted up laughing and Mark joined in, until he remembered where we are and motioned for me to shut up. Stifling my laughter, I motioned for him to continue. “Not too surprisingly, Eddy came over and asked what that was all about,” Mark said, smiling wide. “I told him that my Dad caught me drinking his good scotch and fucking one of our maids in his bed and fired her. I even added that I was grounded and he wouldn’t give me any dough and I was desperate to make some cash. Somebody in the crowd told me I should start selling at parties and suddenly I heard myself agreeing and asking how I could start. I figured no one would follow up, but a few nights ago Eddy stopped me on my way home from practice and told me to come tonight and he’d introduce me to a dude who could get me into dealing.” “I bet you didn’t think it would be me,” I said, pushing off the wall and scooping my shirt off the top of the dryer. “No way dude,” Mark volunteered while redressing himself. “I almost shit my pants when I saw you walking over!” “I was pretty fucking freaked myself man,” I added, putting him at ease. “I figured it was a fucking joke or worse: a sting.” “Damn dude, no wonder you wanted to check for bugs.” Good, he was buying it. “So now do you believe me? Can I come to work for you and start dealing?” “It’s not that easy Marky,” I stopped him and explained that I was only a middle man, and my boss would have to meet him, approve him and initiate him before we could even think about him working for me. Lastly I told him Aaron’s rule requiring each new guy to party and get wild with someone to make sure the guy could handle it. “So that means you’ll have to smoke or snort some tina, and fuck somebody with one of his crew there to witness it.” “Damn man,” Mark looked freaked again. “I can’t do drugs dude. My folks would kill me, maybe even disown me! They are extremely strict about that stuff. They’ve even drug tested me a few times, since we heard my cousin had dropped out of school after getting hooked on something last year.” Mark’s cousin had been a wrestler and got a scholarship to the university in town, where his parents figured he would do well since his Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived only minutes away. I first met him when he was strapped in a sling in Aaron’s garage, trading his ass for some tina when some girl he’d been seeing got him hooked on it. Within two months he’d become a total addict and his girlfriend’s dealer agreed to give him a big sack in exchange for letting him and a buddy or two play with his dick. 24 hours later they had him high on ghb and tina, taking loads in the sling from Aaron, his crew and anyone who would pay $50 to Aaron. He failed a drug test a few weeks after that, lost his scholarship and rather than telling his folks, he moved in to a house with his girl and three or four other druggies and started selling his ass, mouth and cock for tina. Last I heard, he got arrested in the back alley behind the town’s only gay club, and his uncle shipped him off to rehab and paid a ton of money to make the papers call it ‘exhaustion.’ “Shit man, guess I can’t help you then,” I shrugged and handed him the beer he’d been drinking (now featuring a tiny dose of ghb). “But good luck working that shit out man.” I held my cup out and clinked with his bottle, both of us downing a gulp from our cups before he began trying to come up with ways he could get around the rules. Somehow it never occurred to him to offer to buy the stuff directly from me at full price and sell it to his friends for full price, making it look like he was dealing while keeping his nose clean. Since he never asked, I never offered it as an option. Each time I shot him down, I somehow worked in a subtle direction for him to drink more. Before long, his bottle was empty and I could see the g taking effect. Suddenly, his walls were lowered enough to allow him to consider my original offer. “When you say I’d have to screw someone,” He slurred slightly, and hopped awkwardly up onto the dryer next to me. “who would I have to screw.” “First I said you’d have to fuck someone,” I corrected him, emphasizing the curse word since he seemed shy about saying it, let alone doing it. “and it would be someone from A’s crew, one of the folks working for him.” “So some girl who deals too?” Mark asked, his eyebrow lifting in wonder. “Yeah some girl or some guy,” I tossed in like it was nothing. “Which ever you prefer.” “Gross man,” the young, slightly wasted guy by my side made a face at the thought of a man. “I’m not into guys, I’m into girls man.” “Whatever,” me thinks the teen doth protest too much. “Don’t make a lick o’ difference if you’re a fag bro.” “I’m not!” Mark insisted. “and you shouldn’t say fag man. My cousin, the one who got in trouble, was found behind the Ranchhand bar, the one where the gay guys hang out and I heard my mom say she thinks he is in the closet and he might have been there to have sex.” “Just cause you screw around with a guy,” lowering my voice so Mark would lean in again, I acted like I was about to pass on some magical secret. “doesn’t make you gay Marky boy. I know plenty of dudes that trade hand jobs for drugs or let gay guys suck or jerk them off for a buck. Hell, I even jerked with some buddies back in school when I needed to get off.” “You did?” He said, a little too loudly, then repeated himself in a whisper. “You did? Didn’t you worry that someone would tell? Or you might get caught?” “Nah man,” I made a sound like he was nuts. “none of the guys would tell cause they’d be telling that they did it too. Plus we didn’t worry about getting caught cause we’d sneak down to the old bathroom in the park and do it.” “That place where the guys say you can get head or jerked off or whatever?” Mark leaned in, his voice still soft but filled with excitement. “Yeah, saw some of that going on,” I admitted, but stopped before giving him the whole story. “But me and my buds would just jerk and look at porn on our phones.” “Wow,” Mark fell silent, lost in thought. Moments later, he leaned back against the cabinet over the dryer and spoke again. “So if I agreed to party and scr- fuck some bitch, who would witness for your boss?” “Either him or me, I guess,” my eyes turned to the front to avoid letting him see the excitement in my eyes at the idea of getting to see him fucking some girl, or better yet, letting me suck his cock. “He won’t let you meet anyone else till you’re on the payroll in case you decided to rat him out.” “I guess that’d be okay,” He said, shrugging again. “But it’s a moot point anyway bro, cause I’d never be able to do it and be sure my folks wouldn’t test me and find out.” “That sucks man,” My mind whirred and buzzed as the gears spun in search of a way around his folks. “So there’s no way they’d leave you alone for a week when they were traveling or let you go on a trip somewhere for a few days or anything.” “Even if they did go on a trip,” he pouted as he explained. “They’d leave my dad’s driver-butler-assistant guy around to stop in and check up on me and my brother all the time, and they’d be sure to test me after they got back. Last year they went on a cruise for two weeks and made him stay in the pool house and spend the days with us every single day. This summer they went to visit my grandma in Europe for a few days when he couldn’t be there, so they had me spend the weekend at the home of one of my Dad’s business partners and I had to share my room with his 10-year-old son. My brother got to stay at a friend’s house and I was forced to sleep on a bunk bed with some twerp I’d never met before.” “Why did they pick that guy?” I inquired, formulating a plan. “He was the coach of my former little league team,” Mark responded angrily. “They figured he’d keep me in line just like when I was on the team. I tried to find a friend I could stay with, but none of the guys I know were exactly stoked to volunteer to babysit my ass. Now my Dad is getting on me about making friends, and it’s like ‘how am I supposed to make friends, DAD, when you won’t let me do anything ever?!?!?!’” “What if you found a friend to invite you over?” I postulated, ready to make a move. “What if the next trip your folks go on, you get an offer to spend a few nights or a week or whatever with one of your new best guy friends? Someone from school who is respectable and rich enough for your dad to know the family, but not familiar enough for him to know the kid’s parents?” “That would be cool,” Mark’s voice showed no sign of recognizing what I was suggesting. “but even if I had a friend like that, which I don’t, how would that help? I’d still be stuck at some dude’s house.” “Not if your friend was doing you a favor,” I hopped down from the dryer and turned to face Mark, who slowly pulled himself upright so we were face to face. “What if you tell one of the guys from school, like Eddy or someone who heard about your fake session with Maria, what if you tell that guy that you need to make a run down to the city to pick up some party goods from a dealer and meet up with Maria for a few nights of hardcore partying and pounding her pussy, and you need him to tell your dad that you’re staying with him so you can do it without your parents finding out?” “That’s fucking genius!” Mark jumped to his feet, but almost fell over, unaware that he’d not only gulped down a full beer but also a dose of ghb that was making him woozy and willing. “Who should I ask?” We brainstormed and ended up vetoing most of the guys who worked for Mark’s family as well as a few they knew from the club and social groups. Finally we had it down to two guys: Daniel, a recent transfer to the school and the son of a wealthy German man who moved to town with his 22 year old bride after selling his design firm for a cool billion dollars, and Eddy, who belonged to a family whose status had risen drastically when they purchased a slew of failing farms in the area, began fracking for natural gas, discovered a huge supply and sold the drilling rights to some oil and gas companies for nearly $100 million. “I should probably ask Eddy first,” Mark said, reading my mind. I doubted he had the same reasoning, since mine revolved around promising Eddy no one would find out he’d taken my dick up my ass if he figured out a way to do it, so I waited for him to explain. “His folks travel all the time, and let him do whatever he wants, but they hired a housekeeper to keep him in line when they’re gone.” “Parties like this are ‘keeping him in line?’” Guffawing, I figured Mark’s buzz had him confused, but he continued. “Eddy said the woman is willing to forget anything for a little moola,” Mark chuckled at the word moola, but recovered and kept on. “He can get probably get her to speak to my Dad if I promise him some of the drugs or I ‘find’ some cash that my dad doesn’t know I have and pay her myself. Also, my dad hates Daniel’s dad. He’s always calling him Euro-trash and new money and all that shit.” “Eddy it is then.” I slapped Mark on the back and we returned to the crowd in search of the host. Eddy was balls deep in his girlfriend but he paused and left her naked bent over the side of the hot tub when I motioned for him to join us. Without any indication that it was okay, I led Mark and Eddy upstairs to the small bedroom that probably belonged to Eddy when his folks were there, but sat empty on nights like this where he’d retire to the master suite with either his girlfriend or some other wasted young bitch. As Mark explained the plan, he kept getting distracted by Eddy’s hard dick hanging over the top of his regulation speedos from the swim team. It didn’t help that Eddy was absent mindedly stroking himself with one hand, using the other to tweak his nipple. Sensing a need to refocus both boys, I pulled out a small bag of tina and loaded my bowl, letting Eddy take hit after hit until his dick went soft and his pupils were huge. “Plan sounds perfect Montague,” Eddy said on an exhale of smoke from the bubble pipe. “Just tell me when Rhett needs you to go get that shit and I’ll have Frau Cuntpunter call your dad to verify that you’re staying with me.” We all laughed at Eddy’s nickname, Cuntpunter, for his housekeeper, a Swedish woman named Olghe Keunbinter (pronounced Eul-guh Kee-oon-bin-ter), and Mark thanked me, telling us he’d better get home before his dad discovered he snuck out (really he got permission to go to a party with some of the guys on his baseball team as long as he was home by 12). I grabbed his arm, thrusting my hand into his pocket and rooted around, making sure to squeeze his cock a little before finding his phone and pulling it out. Dialing my number into it, I pressed send and saved his phone number with a quick photo I took right then and there. “My number is saved in your phone under ‘Maintainance,’ okay?” I handed it back to him and he nodded. “Tomorrow once you find out when your parent’s next trip is, text me and Eddy so we can figure out how soon you can do what I need.” Pulling him into a hug, I was happy to feel his hard on press into my thigh, having responded involuntarily to my groping moments earlier. It was supposed to last just a second but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer, whispering ‘thanks Rhett’ before pulling back and stumbling slightly on his way to the door. Once I was able to see him drive away and knew he wasn’t too fucked up to drive, I turned back to Eddy, who was taking another hit from the pipe. “How about stripping off those speedos and letting me suck your cock now?” I suggested as I sank to Eddy’s side and took the pipe and made the decision to go ahead and get high. “Sorry bro, my girl is waiting.” Eddy said, although he stripped off his speedos and started stroking again while we smoked. “Your girl is getting fucked by Daniel right outside the window,” I revealed, getting Eddy to cross to the window and peer down where his girlfriend was taking the German boy’s small uncut cock up her ass. “Fuck, bitch never lets me put it in her ass!” He complained, sitting on the bed, where I joined him, handing him the pipe and stroking his exposed cock and chest while he took another big hit. “That’s cause you’re so big bro,” I complimented his average size cock, making his ego swell as well as his cock head. “Forget her skanky ass and we’ll find some other pussy to tag team.” “Fuck yeah man,” Eddy agreed, shotgunning a hit with me. “First lets do a little g, okay?” I produced a bottle from my pocket and grabbed my empty beer cup from the night stand. I poured some in the cap from the ghb bottle and about double that into the empty red solo cup while Eddy made excuses about not wanting to. It did him no good when I handed him the cup and clinked with the cap, since habit caused him to down the dose. He made a face and gagged a little at the awful taste and we continued to pass the pipe while I talked about the hot bitch we’d be fucking any second. His legs were over my shoulders as soon as I latched the door and made sure the lock was secure. Only semi aware of what was happening, Eddy grimaced as I forced my finger up his ass covered in lotion from the nightstand and a crystal of tina from my stash. When his face relaxed into a smile, I took it to mean yes, and withdrew my finger until just the end of it was pressed into his tight sphincter. As I expected his butt was clean from smoking t and showering before the party, so I didn’t hesitate to replace my fingertip with my dick head and press forward. “Wait. Stop.” Were probably what he was trying to say, but it came out more like “wayyy, saaap.” Pulling my phone from my discarded pants pocket on the pillow by his head, I opened the file I sent myself from Mark’s phone, containing all the photos he had on there. Just like any red blooded American boy, after some lame shots of his dog, a slide show from his last trip abroad, and some stealthy pics of some girls in his class, he had some selfies in various states of undress. I began thrusting into Eddy’s tight ass hard, as I scrolled through photo after photo of Mark as he went from clothed, to shirtless, to various pairs of briefs and even a thong type pair that were big enough that I figured he’d borrowed them from his father’s collection. Finally I hit the jackpot and found three shots with no face. One of his chest and just the top of his balls and shaft, one of his nude back and perfect ass, and one from his nipples to his knees, with his big, cut pink dick front and center. My nut grew closer as I zoomed in on the hefty hard on that belonged to the boy I planned to corrupt in the coming weeks, until I could tell I was mere minutes away. Switching to my video app, I set the phone on the side table against the lamp and made sure it was catching Eddy’s face, chest and cock, not to mention his legs spread to accept my bare monster dick. Working faster and faster, I heard my bitch’s complaints were silenced, with only a rare ‘yeah’ or ‘mmmfuck’ in their place. Asking him if he wanted my seed up his ass, I slowed down, causing him to whimper and nod yes. “Say it.” I ordered, keeping my head out of the video. “I wan yo seed up my azzz,” he slurred. Satisfied that the camera had picked it up, I returned to full speed and within seconds I found my load shooting full strength inside him. As the last drop spewed forth, I reached over and stopped the recording, before falling on top of the tender teen and feeling him whimper as I waited for a second wind so I could get a video fucking him doggy style.