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Stayed with friends while traveling with my fuck buddy. Hosts headed off to work and traveling buddy and I got active with their other guest. Tall, slim, nicely muscled, beautiful tan, animal tattoos and around the house stark naked. He had a beautiful slim curved 7.5 inch very hard cock. Well it was hard after being in my mouth for a minute. This was soon raw up my ass .... heaven! My buddy moved behind my raw fucker and slid his cock up and down between his ass cheeks. After ten minutes of a royal pounding I suggested we move to the table. I wanted him to take me missionary, I wanted to watch his face. My legs were in the air, his cock was in my ass, my buddy was doing his magic behind. It wasn't long until I got my wish. His face started contorting and his body convulsing as his load blasted deep away inside me. Before pulling out he bent down to share a passionate kiss. My buddies thick eight inch cock was soon inside me and I received a short but powerful bb fuck from him. I had been lining up a hookup when these shenanigans started and that guy was ready for me. I left for an hour of hot intense play, but this guy didn't want to fuck me when I was already loaded. It became clear he wasn't going to cum so I left to return to the other two. They were still naked and playing so my clothes quickly landed on the floor and the curved slim cock was pounding my happy ass again. He kept at it for about 15 minutes and begged off for my traveling companion to take over. He went at me fast and furious and was soon breeding me. Two glorious loads I thought. As we were driving out of town I told my buddy how happy this made me. He then corrected me and said; "Three loads, the first time I fucked you I came as I was pushing in. I bred you twice. "

for me its pig fuel. the more i get it soaked in my guts the more i crave and need it

Sorry for the long wait guys I get busy with other things and forget to continue some stories but here you go Chapter 4 One by one each man at the party walked up to me at either hold and shoved their cocks in them. My ass was stretched even more as was my throat with the wide variety of cocks of all sizes and shapes. I made eye contact with the camera that was closest to me to show that I was expecting everything I was being offered and to make sure I helped put on a good show for anyone who would be viewing this in the future. After about a dozen cocks gifting my body with their loads my legs started to shake and they saw I was getting sore in that position. One of my new bosses called for a pause and un cuffed me from the fuck bench and carried me like i weighd nothing to a sitting room close by to have a quick break. He offered me a glass of water and asked me how I was with all of this. I told him I was enjoying every moment of what was happening and that if this is how my welcome party is going to be that I couldn't wait to see what all the other parties are going to be going forward. This brought a smile to his face and gave me another glass of water and asked if I was ready to get back to my party. I smiled at him and said I was more than ready. He picked me up again and fireman carried me back into the room announcing that I was ready for more cocks while he dug three of his fingers into my hole bringing in another round of applause from the guests. He removed his fingers and licked off all the cum on them and then carried me to a sling they rolled into the center where the fuck bench was previously. I was laid into it and once I was secured again the fucking of my ass was once again in full swing. (no pun intended) After what felt like two dozen more cocks filling me to the brim with their cum there was yet another pause from the fucking. My new boss asked the group if anyone had to take a piss and almost half of the party raised their hands. So then lets give Chad here another break from getting fucked and start the next part of his job as a urnial. Cheers broke out all around and there were a few guys who wheeled in a stand with a trough at the top with a set of stairs leading to the top of it. from the trough there were two hoses hanging down from it and a set of straps on both hoses as well. I laid in the sling not knowing what to expect and when I was told that each of the hoses was going to be inserted into my ass and throat while the party pissed down the trough feeding my ass and throat with their piss made me as hard as I could possibly be at this point. I smiled and shouted bring on the piss and was pleased with the applause I was given upon hearing that. My bosses walked up to me and each of them grabbed the two hoses and inserted them as far as they could go in each of my holes and I felt no discomfort in my throat or ass feeling them go down. Once each hose was secured by the straps my bosses each started to ascend the stairs to the top where the trough was. When they were all there they each started to piss at once into the trough. It didn't take long for me to feel the warmth of their piss entering both my ass and throat at the same time and I could feel all their piss heating up my well fucked innards and I couldn't help but moan during the whole time. I felt so full but craving more piss and was happy to see them quickly replaced with the next round of pissers. I laid there for about half and hour taking everyones piss and I felt bloated and I needed to piss myself and since I was still secured to the sling and the pissing trough I just started to piss all over myself. This brought out more cheers and there were quite a few guys pushing their way to lay under the sling with their mouths open to collect my piss as it dripped down. Once I was done pissing It seemed like everyone else was done as well so the tubes were removed and I was uncuffed again from the sling. I didn't know what was next but when a metal bassin was rolled over I figured that I was about to expel the piss from my ass. I was picked up again and was put on a chair that was over the basin and one sexy looking twink was placed inside the basin. I was told to bear down and shower this twink with all the piss I had stored in me and when I did it all started to rush out of me covering every inch of the twink in the basin. The twink kept his mouth open the entire time wanting to get as much of the piss as he could in his mouth and it was hot to see. When I couldn't feel any more piss in me the twink climbed out and walked over to me and started to make out with me by thrusting his piss covered tongue into my mouth. I moaned and I could feel someone's fingers probing my ass and I turned to see my one boss who had Aids with all five fingers in my ass. Alright guys this is going to be Chad's last load of the night and then we are going to wrap up the party with his final ination into our brotherhood after our boy here loads him up with his Aids load. With that I felt his fingers l;eave my ass only to be replaced with his glorious aids cock. He slammed it in with one shot knowing how loose I was after all the fucking I had and the stretching from the tube and it didn't hurt one bit. The twink never stopped making out with me as he pumped his cock in and out slamming in harder and harder making me moan in his mouth. With a final slam and a roar unlike anything I heard anyone make before I could feel every hot jet of aids cum be flooded into my ravaged hole seeking for its forever home in my body. Once his shuddering was done and he made sure all the cum in his balls was planted into my hole a round of applause could be heard from every part of the room as he pulled out and inserted a rather large butt plug to make sure all his cum stayed in me. One of my bosses picked me up and carried me to the pedestal they brought back in and announced that the new house boy now needed his official mark since we all knew he would convert soon. Alright Chad now it is time for you to choose your first mark of being in our family. It could be a tattoo of your choosing or it could be a brand either way it is your choice which you want as your first and where you want it to be. I didn't even give it a second thought that I wanted to have a brand in the small of my back where a tramp stamp would be. Everyone roard with approval at this choice and I was beaming with excitement and shaking with excitement too when I saw the guys bring in the branding iron. Alright boys you all heard him let's get our newest member marked properly so he can be proud of joining our family truly. A table was brought in and I was carried to it and laid face down to it. It was both scary and exciting. I was shaking the whole time I was being strapped down to the table so I wouldn't move and ruin the brand. I was offered a bit to bite because there would be alot of pain and I didn't want to shatter my teeth so I accepted it. A screen was put in front of my face and I could watch as they branded me forever and I was happy to see it happen. Once the branding machine was plugged in I could see it was white hot and part of me wanted to opt out and choose something else but the other part of me was begging it to happen all the while I could feel my cock harden to its fullness and I felt the precum run out of it like a river flowing down. Alright boys, let's give Chad a countdown starting from 10. Everyone started counting down and after they all said one I watched as the branding machine was pushed to the small of my back and It was the most painful experience I have ever been a part of. I screamed into the bit and I felt my cock piss all over myself as I smelled the burning flesh from my back. A moment later I passed out from the pain. I was woken up with some smelling salts and I looked up, still strapped down onto the table, at all the men around me with smiles on their faces congratulating me on my triumph. I also saw there was another basin put under me and I was about to ask why and I was told that each member was going to piss on my brand to help ease the pain. One by one each of my new brothers showered my back with piss and it felt so calming where my new brand was I sighed in relief. Once finished I thanked each of them for everything they did tonight and I hoped I would make them all proud. I was unstrapped from the table and I was picked up gently and was being carried upstairs to my new room by my boss and when I got there he gently set me down on the bed on my stomach to avoid the brand. Chad you did an amazing job tonight and we all couldn't be happier that you answered our ad to be our poz house boy thank you. I looked up at him and saw my other three bosses standing there, each of them walking up to me and kissing me goodnight as I soundly fell asleep.

the best nights are when u lose track of how many 😈

Local park cruising at night got 6 anonymous sexually frustratedly men to cum inside me. All size cocks balls deep nobody pulled out. Nobody asked for condoms. Left gapped and semen leaking down my leg. Def gonna go back for more back to back breeding.

this is imho the political equivalent of "well what were you doing out at night dressed as a slut. you basically wanted to get raped" if trump wins it will be because half the country looked at a modern day Hitler knock-off and said "yes please".

I seem to be stuck at 5 in a session, has happened a few times at a theaters, bathhouse, and outdoors. My favorite was a theater that had a "customer appreciation day". Guys seem to really show up when they have free admission and a snack platter. As one of two bottoms in a crowd of 30ish guys, I wound up on my knees sucking a guy in the center of a ring of 12-15 onlookers. I had high hopes that day but the guys wandered off after I took 5 loads. Maybe the cheese tray was more enticing than a sloppy, gaping hole, lol. Hoping to one day break that 5-cock barrier!

Nice hole that starts off tight but once opened is amazing

Greg flew into BWI and checked into the airport Marriott. We try to play whenever he flies into B'more. I got over there and he opened the door in skivvies and we were Frenching and groping each other as soon as the door closed. We got naked and stroked each other while tongue wrestling some more. He was super hard and horny so he lubed my hole while I oiled his cock. I turned so he could spoon and guided him into my bottom. He really pumped me hard and was jetting his first load after just a few minutes. His cock was super sensitive so I just licked his cum off his cock and cum swapped it with him. Greg stroked me with both hands until I was extra hard. Then he climbed on and sank down to my balls. Felt so good to fuck him again... Two loads each and we were both worn out.

--------------------- Part 18 --------------------- I joined Vince in bed, embraced him from behind as the big spoon, and told him how much I love him. He wasn’t asleep, so he said the same to me and backed up even closer, wrapping my arm around him and pulling me tight. Never ever have I been able to be in this position with Vince without getting an erection, and this was no exception. He felt my hard cock push against him, reached down and positioned the head of my cock against his hole. - “Push in hard. As hard as you can. No lube. Punish me. Hurt me. I deserve it, and you know I love it.” I did. I pushed hard, all the way in. He flinched in pain, and I did the same as could feel my foreskin being pulled back hard, causing a sharp pain to the underside of my cock. Vince just pushed back and pulled me close again. I only fucked him a few strokes until it started feeling nice but felt that the fucking wasn’t what was important. The important thing was that I was inside him. We were one. And slowly we drifted off to sleep, connected by flesh. Sometime during the night, we had disconnected, and I was awakened by a hard cock entering my rectum. No lube and no foreplay, it was the primal Urge again that had taken over and I could tell that Vince wasn’t aware of what he was doing, or that he was causing me pain. I called out his name but no reaction, so I reached behind me and managed to slap him in the face, causing him to wake up. - “Oh fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry baby! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”, he said, but he didn’t stop fucking me, and by now it was starting to feel better. - “Really? Then why do you keep fucking me?” - “I don’t know! I can’t stop!!!” - “It’s ok, don’t stop, just fucking breed me baby! I love you!” - “I could actually be pozzing you right now. Oh fuck! I could be pozzing you! I’m gonna do it now!” - “DO IT! POZ ME BABY! GIVE IT TO ME!” And with that, my husband blew his first (conscious) poz load in a neg ass, and it was a more intense orgasm than he’s ever had in his whole life. It marked the end of one life, and the beginning of a new one. A life where he, previously mostly a bottom, would become a dominant top, breeding every neg hole that he could find. During the week, Eddie got all his poz clients together for a meeting. He didn’t say much about it other than “It’s an ongoing investigation… I’ll let you know.” The weekend after we had a good ol’ orgy with all our friends; it was Vince and I and of course Anthony. Eddie and Matt, Tim and Tom. Vince invited the bear couple that had given him their poz loads while I was at the sauna, and I invited Roo and Javi, the nice guys who were the last to breed me at the sauna. Eddie brought along a couple of clients from the clinic, both very poz, very hung and very horny. I won’t bore you with details about this orgy, but Tim and Tom and I were the neg boys and I don’t think we were without poz cocks in our asses more than a few minutes of this 8-hour fuck fest.

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

My gym bro and I first bonded when he spotted me and we would work out and shower together. We felt so comfortable and trusted each to the point he was my bro. Later we explored our bodies and then quickly realized we could help each other out in more ways than one. Staring too long at his fluffed dick he nods and I kneel right in front of his dick did him a favor. He couldn’t stop there, and suggested just the tip and I turned around let him spread my cheeks and have a feel. It felt so good, I couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t get enough and pretty soon he was barebacking me raw every place we could. All he had to say was “spot me bro.” And I knew he wanted, I wanted to get creampied. In the gym, in my car at his house, in my room at the mall, on the trail, and after work. my first milk man, even after he got into a relationship our bond was just that strong. He said I just knew how to milk him dry every time but I mean his dick was thick and all I would do was just relax and open up enough to taking him balls deep was toe curling . Maybe it’s because he was my first Dom top or the fact that every time I could feel his thick and veiny cock I could anticipate his throbbing and intense orgasm. Now, even after he says “he don’t play that no more” when I rawdog any thick 6 and a half inch dick, my body expects or maybe craves the way he would blast inside me. For a while he was always the last load shot in me. I want to say at least 300? 400? Times he used me but even that number seems low, countless. He invited me over recently and he anger fucked me for an hour! He just wanted to “clean his pipes” he said rofl. He’s still chill and bro and isn’t weird about any of the things we used to do. He doesn’t really know how all the cum he left inside me affected me. He doesn’t know about all the bathhouses I visited or apps where I hook up and let multiple guys use my hole and nut in me.

My fuck bud and I have been meeting up off and on (once every couple months) for 5ish years now. We're both married (me to a woman and him to a man), me in my 40s, him in his late 70s. He's a bit piggy, loves ripe pits and ass, and though he's a top with his husband, he's a bottom with me. Sadly, this is the story of the last time I fucked him. No he didn't die, but due to some medical issues, he can no longer take a good pounding. It was a hot summer day, my AC is cranked and barely keeping the house at 80 degrees, he text me and says he's going to do "errands", which has always been his way of saying he's free for a bit. I tell him to head my way, and he's lucky, I just got done working out and haven't showered yet. He comes over and into the house, and as usual we go to the bedroom and just strip down, there are no pleasantries anymore we're both comfortable with each other and there is no awkwardness. I lay back on the bed and he crawls up on me (he's 1/2 my size), rubbing his body on mine, licking and sucking my nipples, our cocks sliding against each others, pre-cum already leaking. I life my arms up and he dives in, first sniffing one pit, then the next, his tongue lapping up every taste he can get from my sweaty underarms. While this isn't really my thing, he loves it, so I indulge him. After a few minutes, I tell him its time for him to tongue fuck my ass, I push him to the side and I roll onto my belly. Like a kid in a candy store, he excitedly spreads my cheeks and dives in. First licking from by balls all the way to the top of my crack, then back down, over and over, each time his tongue tickles my hole for a little longer, until finally he is only focused on trying to jam his tongue as deep into my ass as it can go. I'm in ecstasy, I reach back and spread my ass as wide as I can get it, he grabs onto the bed sheets and pulls his face forward as hard as he can, trying to shove his tongue into my ass. Soon I could he was getting tired, and shortly after I roll over onto my back and tell him its time to focus on my cock and balls. He gladly agrees and starts licking my shaft, working his way down, then taking one ball into his mouth, followed by the 2nd one. After a month he goes back to trying to swallow my cock, his drool running down my cock , over my balls, and down my crack. He takes advantage of this and swirls his finger through it all, then slowly starts pushing that finger into my tight hole. While I'm mainly a top, I've thought about trying to go vers (I've used toys), and am always keen on a finger or two massaging my prostate, and he knows this. I try to relax and I feel the pressure from his spit lubed finger pressed against my puckered hole, I let out an audible "uhhhh" as it finish invades my tight ass. After a second I feel it pressed hard against my prostate, its amazing. It feels like he's actively trying to swallow my whole cock, while pushing it up from inside my ass. I love it, and it puts me into a frenzy. I tell him to stop, I'm going to stretch his ass with my thick cock and fill him full of my seed. He's more than willing to oblige. He turns around, gets on all fours, and waits patiently as I grab a little more lube, pour it on his crack and my cock, then press my finger against his hole, with all the lube it gently slides in, I play with his ass for a couple seconds while stroking my now well lubed cock. I position myself behind him, and he feels the tip of my member teasing his hole, then slowly start pushing into it. I see him trying to relax, focusing on his breathing, and pushing back against my now throbbing cock. He knows I want to slam it in him, but we both know that would kill the adventure. A couple seconds feels like a lifetime, but his sphincter muscles final give up and cock shoots in a couple inches. I hold there, he's breathing heavily and I know he is working through the sudden pain of being stretched. We've done this before, and my cock gets thicker the further down the shaft you go, so the stretching isn't over. After a little bit, I drip some more lube over his ass and around my cock, and start sliding in further and further, reading his body's reacting and going faster or slower based on it. Eventually my hips are pressed against his, and my cock is settled firmly in his gut. I put my hands on his shoulders and pull him back, as I press forward, compressing our bodies and making sure that he feels that he gets that last 1/2. During this he lifts his body up, so its arched in front of me, and I start to slide out, then back in, picking up the pace with each stroke, faster and faster, until our hips are slapping against each other so hard it sounds like someone is clapping their hands loudly. He's grunting each time I thrust into him. I can feel my cock pressed against his prostate at the start of my stroke and slide off it up deep into him. It's intense, his "uuuhhh" keeps getting louder and louder. I can tell he's at the edge of it being to much, but I'm not going to stop until he begs me to. This 78 year old man is being skewered repeatedly and I'm in heaven between the feeling of my cock rearranging his guts and him trying to take it, not wanting to give up, but it being way to much for him. After a few minutes, he pushes back on my hip and says "I need a second and we have to change positions". I'm happy about it, my hips were getting tired since I was kneeling on the bed, and I was getting close but didn't want to cum yet. We take out time in repositioning, he gets on his back and slides his ass off the edge of the bed. I'm standing on the floor in front of him, I put his legs on my shoulders and grab him by the waist and pull him towards me. Its the perfect height, his hands are grabbing the sheets on the edge of the bed to hold him in place, his 120lb frame is arched again, so he is only on his shoulders (back partially in the air) and legs on my shoulders. I line up my cock and press forward, this time it slides in, but the angle is dead on, my tip feels the familiar bump of his prostate, the after a little more pressure, slides off it and into him deeper, this time towards his belly. I could see the look in his eyes, he know it was going to be intense again as soon as my cock pressed into his prostate. I start to pickup speed, pulling him against me as I thrust forward, and the inertia of it all bounces him off me, which slides my cock almost all the way out. This time I could see his face, distorted in a look of to much stimulation and pleasure, to the point he didn't know what to do, and I know he wouldn't last like like this. I look him in the eye and say "damn your body feels good wrapped around my dick, your so tight and hot", knowing that this would help keep him going a bit longer. I followed up with "O fuck, I'm getting close", knowing he would want to continue if he thought I was about to cum. The truth is I was closer, but not on the edge. I tried as hard as I could, slamming my dick into him and wanting to cum, then 5 minutes later, I felt the warm feeling rising up, and my cock starting to swell even more, then with one final slam, gripping his waist so tightly and pulling it hard into my crotch I though I might have hurt him, I let loose. It was insane, each pulse, I could feel my cum jet into him, it felt like a bunch of mini orgasms. We both stayed like that for thirty seconds, my cock slowly wilting until it slid out of his well used hole, both of us panting. I laid back on the bed and he went into the bathroom to clean up, that was the hardest I've cum in years, and it was pumping the ass of a guy almost twice my age. My head was swirling a bit, he came out and started getting dressed, I showed him out and went to shower and get back to work. All of this taking 30ish minutes. Later that after noon I get a message, my cum was so deep it was still leaking out 4+ hours later, he said he loved it, but had to be careful to not leave a wet spot anywhere. A week later I get another message, he loved our last session, but realized his body can't take hard fucking anymore, so we can't have sex. I was bummed to hear that, but he still wants to suck me off, eat my ass, and lick my pits; which I'll take. However, I do feel a little proud, that I'll be the dick that broke him, and now he isn't bottoming anymore.... who knows if its true or not, but I'll smile a little bit knowing thats what he told me.

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If I’m sucking, of course I’m going to swallow … and kiss him. 😈 Cum is good. I like the taste. But moreover, I like knowing I’m draining his balls and taking his fluids. That’s the thrill for me.

to me sniffies is a hook up basic staple, like jeans and a white tee are to your wardrobe 😜 it's great for travel, quick hook ups when horny, and perfect if you're into anon w whomever as it attracts str8s, cheaters, guys on DL etc sure there's lots of BS, time wasters etc but that's because it's connected to people and people suck lol

The sentencing guidelines take into account the number of images involved, the offense level increasing according to the number of images. Paragraph 8 of the complaint shows that investigators, looking at cell-site data, determined that Wolf was in the Southern District of NY on March 24. The FBI may well have connected Wolf's various locations with the location of the phone. [Much legal mumble-jumble for anyone who cares: "Images" has a slightly different definition than the one you'd find in a dictionary. A photograph, picture, or computer-generated image is "one image." A video, video-clip, movie, or similar visual depiction is treated as 75 images. (US Sentencing Guideline §2G2.2, Application Note 6) When more than 600 images are involved, the offense level is increased by 5. (US Sentencing Guideline §2G2.2(b)(7)) As part of a plea agreement, the government can agree to a lower number of images which in turn leads to a smaller increase in the offense level. It might sound like small beans, but 2 points off the offense level, say from 40 to 38, can mean a sentence range 5 to 7 years lower. Acceptance of responsibility, which drops 2 points off the offense level, can have a similar effect.]

just depends on the mood in it. usually longer sessions if it not as busy. tops spend extra time on my hole if there isn't a lot to go around

It’s both weird and a crap shoot in both bathhouses and arcades, especially when they are busy. I’ve shown up when it’s packed and got endless ass and dick, while other times everyone is too wrapped up looking for Prince Charming

A month after, I find myself in the warehouse again for the next gathering. It took me a second to spot our latest Brother. Under the dimmed lights the head of my achievement shone. Brandon wore a leather harness which complimented his knee high boots. We locked eyes and I nodded. A platform not too different than the one I was subjected to was constructed in the centre of the atrium where we congregated. A miniature Greek pillar rose at each corner. Black as obsidian, its vertical grooves contained intricate motifs toward its capital that those in the Brotherhood recognize. A skull of a ram rested on the 4 pillars. Each were hollow and contained a candle, brightly blazing through its void eye and turned to face inwards to the centre of the platform. Despite the liberty Samael granted to the Brotherhood to be on meds, barely a quarter of us decided to, me included. By now, Samael has taken the role to supervise the rituals and to ensure that his legacy flourishes, raising Paul as his deputy. He had embraced, in his own words, the desired decay that was destined. A mezzanine of perforated iron encircled us on the intermediate level. Alone, he stood with hands clasped on the railing, head forward with a complete view of all 51 of us. His achievement definitely pales that of mine when I saw Brandon again. He was making his way up to the platform. Indeed, an initiate's first ritual warrants him to be acquainted by his Brothers. He got on his knees in arch with legs spread, supporting himself with his palms on the floor, arms apart. Paul was right behind him to strap his neck with a collar. He was chained onto a hidden eyebolt, causing his legs to spread wider. The sight of his new ink on the right side of his cheeks took us in awe. I could even see it in Paul rarely reveals any expressions. He brushed Brandon's cunt, licking a few fingers before protruding him. Once it was wet enough, the rimming began. Brandon was quieter than before, he became more obedient. The moans were still there, but the voice had changed for the better. It was a remarkable progress for us to witness. It wasn't just rimming that Paul was doing, he was also priming up his cunt by gradually inserting some fine Tina dust that would smoothly absorb itself without a pain. Brandon started to swelter with his back perspiring beads of sweat. A sign that the ritual will commence soon. After Paul was done, he called for a stool to sit right in front of Brandon. Still looking down, Paul held his neck, then gripped his shoulders, reaching closer to whisper to Brandon. In silence, we tried to listen but we heard only intervals of Yes in between his breaths followed by the nods of his head. Paul then gave me a sharp gaze, smirking before announcing the importance of tonight's ritual. "Brothers, every full moon we gather to worship and offer our dedication to the Brotherhood. We are beholden to Samael who had nurtured and guided us to serve the one true deity. Fearless we became in submitting ourselves to the desire that few understand. Each of you chose this path without looking back. Ave Fratres!" In unison, we chanted back. Paul continued. "My brothers, tonight is not like other nights. Our new believer who I hold is different. I wasn't the first to sense it, it was our 29th brother who was behind this contribution. Praise to you, brother, praise to you. It is your right to officiate tonight's communion. Approach!" Surrounding me, my brothers shouted in praise and thanked, fondling and pushing me closer to the platform's steps. I climbed and approached Brandon, caressing his wet back and squatting down to dive into his hole. It was just like I remembered. Tight before being lose once my tongue slips in. Brandon held his posture with the few movements being his arch going higher to give me a better portion of his hole. Not long after I was hard. I got up to adjust myself and looked at Paul. His right arm extended to pass a pipe that was filled with clouds. I looked up to exhale and see Samael nodding, perhaps mouthing "Fantastic". I immediately entered Brandon with the sole purpose of wrecking his guts. In front of my Brothers, I restrained my empathy. Remarkably, his hole was tight as our first encounter but not once did he flinched or moved. The idea of having to frequently cunt his hole out was what made this night different. He really was a rare find. 5 minutes in and neither of us had spoken. I rammed him without mercy. Only as I was about to reach my climax did I ask him if he misses me, if this is what he wanted. I didn't care if Paul was tuning in. "I miss your cock in me, yes." Few thrusts in and out of him "It's not what I want.. it's what I need" The last word, need, caused me to come sooner. Like before, I couldn't contain the moan I released. At least my Brothers cheers drowned it out. Paul held Brandon to keep him still while I kept spurting ropes of my seed into him. Once I pulled out, Paul grabbed my arm before I left. "You know it is you you who's going to seat here when the time comes?" "I am hopeful" "Don't. Own it." As usual, my seed always comes out and Brandon's puckered hole squeezed a trail that made puddle for the next Brother to slurp on. He lapped it from the floor to Paul, who passed it to Brandon. We never waste in the Brotherhood. Brandon's cunt proved to be a crowd favourite. Even when it was loose, the remaining Brothers would come in the same time as the earlier ones did. It made the night shorter than we anticipated. Once the ring of his hole formed into lips, we knew our work was done. The only challenge we faced tonight was making sure our seed stayed in Brandon. We slurped, swapped, spit & fed each other. The smell of rust could not overpower the primal scent of our sweat & semen which permeated the atmosphere. Given that I started, it was expected of me to also close the ceremony. I headed to find a plug for Brandon. I waited for my Brothers to gather themselves before I approached. I look to Paul who had his head close to Brandon's, whispering again. Encouragements mixed with Latin that hypnotized him. He had been put on a trance. I looked up and Samael was no longer there. No one noticed his displacement. All I know was that he grabbed my wrist before I could lift my arm as I held the plug. He came in for a kiss, longer than usual with our tongues dancing. "Not yet" Slowly, he made his way ahead of me to give Brandon the final load. He clasped onto the body with his muscular yet thin veiny arms. His muscles allowed him to retain the remaining vigour he had. He barely carried any fat. Still, he took his time with Brandon longer than most of us did. Paul and I were fixated on our saviour, reminiscing back to when it was us. The rest of our brothers, off from the platform kneeled to prostrate to Samael. It had been more than 3 years since he took part. Finally, when he came, the room moved as if it were hit by tremors. The chants that the Brothers made, coupled with Samael speaking in Latin during the whole time he was ramming caused a wave of energy that showered us with a sort of elation. Samael released the collar off Brandon for him to come up for a kiss. I quickly pop the plug in him. Then, his first words in a while. "Thank you, my lord." Samael spared no reply, he held Brandon's arm and walked with him off the platform. Where they were heading, we did not know.

I’ve always said … two bottoms can keep each other entertained and sated, more than two tops.

--------------------- Part 17 --------------------- As the champagne was emptied and the glasses put in the dishwasher, we all stood in the living room chatting for a bit. - “So… If Tom and I get pozzed before you do, can we have a go at converting you?”, Tim asked. - “Of course! You’re both hot as fuck and I’d love to get fucked by you anytime, no matter what out statuses are.”, I replied and gave him a kiss. - “It’s just that… You’re so hot! And… It’s a bit kinky, but you look exactly like out father.” - “I look like your fathers? Both of them?” - “What? We have the same father of course.”, Tim giggled. - “The same… YOU’RE BROTHERS?!” - “Uhm, yes? I thought you knew?” - “EDDIE!? You said they were boyfriends?”, I said and turned around to face him, demanding an explanation. - “What? I don’t know… I’ve seen them make out in the waiting room, and they refer to each other as “baby” or “my boy”, and they have the same surname. I just figured they were married. Also, I’ve seen them fuck on twitter or x or whatever the fuck that app is called nowadays… But... That’s hot! Really hot!”, Eddie said, looking hungrily at the brothers while grabbing his cock. - “This is fucking unacceptable!”, I said angrily, “This just won’t do! I demand that you fuck me right now! Right here! I’m not letting you leave this apartment until you’ve properly double fucked and bred my ass! Lie down on your back!” I made Tim lie down on his back on the rug in the living room. He was already hard so within seconds I had my clothes off and planted my cum filled ass down on his cock. - “Now Tom, fuck me from behind! Use your cock to massage your brothers’ cock inside me ‘til you both load me up!” I didn’t have to tell him twice. He got on his knees behind me and started pushing his big cock in alongside his brothers’ as I bent forward and started making out with Tim. The stretch was intense, and it hurt like hell from all the fucking I had received earlier today. I was not used to this much meat inside me at once. I’ve been fisted before, but it was years ago, before the focus shifted to bug chasing. Since then, there had only been one cock at a time in me. Eddie, Matt and Anthony were standing around us watching and jerking. Tom was working me from behind and Tim pushed up from beneath me. I pulled Tims’ arms above his head and rubbed my face in his left armpit. Tim moaned a quiet “Fuuuuuuck…” and he seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I started kissing his armpit, and as lust took control over me, I was soon licking it, slobbering all over. Tim was now moaning loudly; “FUUUUUCK! Lick that armpit! FUCK IT FEELS GREAT!”. Tom was picking up speed. Suddenly Eddie kneeled beside us and started shooting his load over Tims’ armpit and my face. I opened my mouth to catch some of it, then licked his cock clean and continued sucking the cum out of Tims’ armpit, eliciting even louder moans from him. I moved over and kissed him deeply, sharing the cum and sweat with him, spitting it into his mouth, then diving in trying to fish it out again with my tongue. I then moved over to his right pit to continue my cleaning of his sweaty body. A minute later Anthony kneeled on the other side of Tim and the process repeated with his load in Tims’ right armpit. I was in pig heaven, my ass stretched in the most amazing way by two boys half my age, and my mouth full of sexual flavours. My precum was pooling on Tims’ flat stomach, making it very slick as my cock was rubbed back and forth in motion with the fucking. I was the first to shoot, not even touching my cock. This of course made my ass clench, and that made Tim and Tom shoot off inside me, both at the same time. - “Why am I always the last to cum?! MOVE!”, Matt shouted and pushed Tom off me, then shoved his huge beer can thick cock into me at once, alongside Tim’s still hard cock, making me scream in pain. Luckily, he started blasting his poz load into me almost immediately. I collapsed on top of Tim as Matt pulled out and laid on his back next to us. - “Ok… This needs to happen EVERY weekend from now on. You hear me? That’s an order! Obey me! Tim and Tom, I am your father!”, I said to the boys, sounding like Darth Vader but quickly realizing that they could be too young to get that reference. It was met with a laugh. - “I’d love to. As long as I get to take poz loads from your husband and all your friends, I’d love to be here every weekend.”, said Tim. - “Me too!”, said Tom. - “I’ll be here”, said Anthony. - “Me too”, said Eddie. - “Me three”, said Matt. And thus, an inseparable group of fuckbuddies had formed. I let the boys take a quick shower while I thanked Eddie and Matt for all their support before they left for home. Anthony hugged me a long time, kissed me and said: - “One down, one to go. We’re gonna get you pozzed up real soon, I promise. We’ll just have to work a bit harder. I love you guys.” - “I love you too. And I know Vince does as well. We’re so happy I met you at the clinic.” - “So am I. I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how Vince is feeling.”, and with that, he left. I went into the bathroom to check on the boys and found them still in the shower. Tom was on his knees and Tim was pissing in his mouth. Apparently, I startled them. When Tim realised I was there, he squeezed off the stream and tried to cover what they were doing. - “Don’t mind me! Keep pissing! I’ve turned into quite the piss pig myself lately, so I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together later. Fuck… Having two beautiful brothers pissing I my mouth at the same time would be a dream come true.” Tim let his stream continue and Tom was gulping it down as much as he could. I walked up to them and bent over to get a mouthful of the last of Tims’ stream. I swallowed some of it, then kissed Tom and spit the rest into his mouth. I kissed Tim and left them to finish up so they could go home. I was eager to go to bed, it had been a long day, and I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. When they were done, they got dressed, still with the plugs in their asses. After kissing and hugging, they left. The apartment was quiet again, and it felt both soothing and a bit sad. I was so happy that we had found all these amazing people that we could now call our friends and lovers.

--------------------- Part 16 --------------------- We continued chatting, I cooked lunch for everybody. Every hour Vince called from the bedroom, and Tim and Tom took turns milking him with their neg boy holes. At some point Eddie called Matt to pick up some stuff from the clinic and swing by, which he did in time for dinner. I ordered pizzas for everyone. When I opened the door I was flanked by two naked boys with hard cocks and in the background someone was screaming “I NEED TO FUCK AAAAAAASSSSSS!”. The look of shock on the pizza boy was absolutely priceless. After another milking of Vince, we ate together and had some wine. Since Vince was so out of it, Eddie administered an IV drip of fluids and electrolytes that Matt had brought and gave him a shot of something that would make him better quicker. This seemed to make him calmer, and the time between Urges got longer. It really turned out to be a very nice day and evening in their company, and there was no sex going on, other than Tim and Tom being naked and repeatedly riding my semi-unconscious husband. It was quite late in the evening, and we were watching some movie on a streaming service. Tim and Tom were in the same armchair, cuddling and kissing, playfully pinching each others nipples and pulling on the butt plugs. Matt was in the other armchair, I was laying in the sofa with my head in Antonys lap, and my legs in Eddies lap, everything felt perfect. - “What’s going on here?” Vince was standing in the bedroom door, naked, looking all groggy and confused. His cock was soft for the first time today, and it was a deep pink hue, a testament to being used over and over again. - “Who are these guys? Fuck… my cock hurts… and my head…”. He rubbed his head and eyes. - “Vince? How are you feeling? You’ve had quite a lot of fever baby.”, I said and walked up to him and took him in my arms. His temperature was a lot closer to normal. - “I had? I don’t remember anything since going to bed.” - “You don’t remember coming in my ass four times? And in Tim five times, and in Tom four times?” - “What? No… You’re lying… No way that happened…”, he said and squeezed his aching dick. “Oww… Is that why my cock hurts?” - “Definitely… Also… We’re pretty sure that you are poz now.” Vince looked at me in shock. His shock turned to a broad smile, then he embraced and kissed me deep and whispered “Finally”. When he let go of me he turned around and looked at the people in the room, realizing it was Anthony, Eddie, Matt and two unknown but beautiful naked twinks. Anthony got the first warm hug and kiss, since he was practically family by now, then he did the same to Eddie and Matt. - “And who are these two beauties?”, he said, pointing to Tim and Tom. - “I’m Tim, I’ve got five of your poz loads in my neg ass. And before you ask, yes; I’m of legal age.”, Tim said and laughed. - “And I’m Tom. I only got four loads and I’m very disappointed.”, he said jokingly trying to frown. - “But how can I possibly have fucked 9 times… no 13 times, including you Jay! Without even knowing it? That’s not possible!” - “It’s got something to do with the strain of the virus you got. I did the same when I converted.”, Eddie said. - “So, I got it from you? No, we haven’t fucked in months… Unfortunately…” - “No, that’s not very likely. And not from Anthony, he never had that kind of symptoms. So, who have you been fucked by around two to three weeks ago?”, Eddie continued. - “It’s mostly been Jay and Anthony… And the neighbours, but I’ve taken tons of loads from them before without converting. I was at the sauna two weeks ago though, must’ve been someone there.” - “Interesting. I’m pretty sure I got it at the sauna as well. And a few of my other clients stated the same. Patient Zero could be someone there.” Eddie seemed to be thinking hard about something and started walking to the kitchen where his phone was being charged. - “By the way… Do you want to do a quick test to see if it shows? I brought some from the clinic.”, Matt said. - “Isn’t it too early?”, Vince replied. - “Usually, yes. But Eddie told me they did a quick test on him at the hospital, and it showed he was clearly poz. For me it just took two days. Normally it takes weeks before showing…” - “Let’s do it. Can’t hurt anyway.” With that, Matt set up the test, gave Vince a prick in the finger, sucked up a drop of blood with a small glass tube, and tapped it out on the test strip. One drop of fluid from a small bottle, and then we waited. Vince and I sat down in the sofa, me holding him tightly in my arms, kissing his neck and smelling the fever sweat on his body. He seemed deep in his thoughts. - “Baby…”, he looked up at me, “Did I hurt you?” - “No… Well… Yes, physically. But you know I like it rough.”, I said and hugged him harder. - “Do you think I’m poz now?” - “Probably…” - “I never thought I would get there before you did. You’re much sluttier than I am…” - “Yeah, me neither. And thank you, you know I find being a slut the greatest compliment.” - “I love you, slut!” - “I love you too, poz slut.” Eddie came back from the kitchen with his phone is his hand. - “I reached out to some of the others who had these symptoms. They had all been to the sauna two weeks prior to converting. I will set up a get together for all of us and we’ll see if we can figure out who might be the common denominator. You should be there too Vince.” - “Ok… I will… But for now, I think I should go back to bed. I’m tired.” - “Let’s just check your test first.”, Matt said, picking up the strip. He paused for effect. - “So? What does it say? Two strips? One? Three? Five?”, Vince was eager. - “If there were more than two strips on the test, they’d probably all be red. But yes, there’s two red strips. You’re definitely poz. Congratulations!” Vince looked at me as a tear rolled down his cheek. We kissed deeply for a long time while the others in the room cheered. A “POP!” was heard as Anthony corked up a bottle of champagne that he found in our fridge. - “Well, that concludes todays’ business, I’m off to bed again. Love you all!” Vince went back to bed and was fast asleep as the rest of us took care of the dishes and leftovers. It was getting late, and we should break up this party soon.

--------------------- Part 15 --------------------- 45 minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened and outside were two cute twinky boys that barely seemed of legal age. I was tired, sweaty, and felt like they were disturbing me, so I got annoyed. - “What? If you’re selling something; I don’t want it and if your Jehovah’s Witnesses then I’m gonna fuck your asses with my big gay cock!”, I said, trying to scare them off and leave me alone. - “Are you Jay? Eddie sent us. He should be here soon too.”, one of the boys said. - “Eddie sent you? What for?” - “To help with your husband. And frankly, we wouldn’t mind if you fucked our asses with your big gay cock.”, the other boy said with a smile, looking at my crotch and licking his lips. They both giggled. Just then, Eddie came up the stairs. - “Let them in Jay! No time to waste!” I moved away from the door and let Eddie and the boys into our apartment. - “So, this is Tim, the client I, uhm, accidentally fell face first into at the clinic last week, and then subsequently bred.”, Eddie said, pointing at the shorter of the two boys. He was tiny in every way. Short, blonde and blue eyed, very slim, clean shaven, wearing a white shirt with the two top buttons unbuttoned, black pants and a black backpack. He looked very much like a little Mormon boy, or like a very innocent altar boy of a church. “Don’t be fooled by his innocent looks, he’s a proper bug chaser, he just hasn’t caught it yet.” - “Hi Tim, I’m Jay.”, I said, shaking his hand. Tim responded by grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a wet kiss. - “And this is Tom, his boyfriend, who I have yet to breed but Tim tells me he’s just as much of a bug chasing slut as he is.”, Eddie said and motioned to Tom. Tom was slightly taller with short light brown hair and a bit more muscle. Probably on the swim team of his school, I thought to myself. He looked almost as boyish as Tim, but with a very light scruff on his chin and I could see a few strands of hair on chest at the top of the grey t-shirt he was wearing. - “Nice to meet you Tom”, I said and extended my hand, only to once again be pulled into a wet kiss. “You boys sure are friendly…” I said with a smile and motioned to them to continue into the living room. I held Eddie back by grabbing him from behind, wrapping my arm around him, and I whispered in his ear: - “Tim and Tom? Are you kidding? What are they, fucking chipmunks? And how old are they? I feel like I could be their father!” - “Shut up Jay and just enjoy. Be grateful that they are here to help! And, by the way; yes, you could most definitely be their father, dirty old man.”, Eddie said and laughed. - “Fuck you Eddie…”, I said and playfully choked him with my arm. Eddie just laughed. - “Don’t worry, they’re older than they look. Tim is 19 and Tom just turned 20.” We all entered the living room where Anthony was sitting on the couch. He got up and introduced himself and was greeted with kisses from the boys just like I was. Eddie and I sat down with Anthony on the couch, and the boys took an armchair each on the opposite side of the coffee table. Without anyone saying anything, they both started undressing and was soon sitting completely naked across from us, playing with their cocks. It was definitely a sight for sore eyes, these boys were stunningly beautiful, and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Before they arrived, Eddie had told them a bit about their mission there today, that they were both going to take turns riding a cock that was going through a conversion, and that they had to keep that cock satisfied until it could not shoot a single sperm anymore. As they were both bug chasers, they were very excited at the prospect of receiving loads from someone as he was converting. Their cocks quickly got hard, and they were both well above average in size, quite similar to each other, and looked to be about the same size as my cock. - “JAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! AAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!”, came another call from the bedroom. - “It’s time.”, Eddie said, “Who’s going first?” - “I AM!”, both boys said at the same time, eager to begin. - “Tim, you go first. The bedroom is through there. Don’t try to suck him, just ride that cock as fast and hard as you can.”, Eddie said. Tim went into the bedroom and the rest of us stayed behind. Tom looked a bit disappointed, but Eddie assured him that he would get his turn. Several turns, as a matter of fact. That seemed to ease Toms’ mind a bit. I wanted to follow Tim into the bedroom to watch this beautiful boy ride my husband, but I was just too tired. Ten minutes later Tim came back to the living room, out of breath, his skinny body glistening with sweat and his cock standing straight out from his body. He picked up his backpack, opened it and took out a butt plug, then he made a real show for us by putting one foot on the armrest of the armchair and bending forward, exposing his wet hole to us and inserting the plug with a plop. - “Don’t want to lose any of those precious fluids…”, he said as he covered the armchair with a towel and sat down with his hands behind his head. He looked content. He was smiling and looking me straight in the eyes and as he was breathing heavily, I could see his abs flexing and his cock moving. He moved his right hand to his left triceps, stroking himself down over the armpit, his breast, his stomach and down to his cock. He continued in between his legs and gave the plug a little pull and push, moaning as he did. I could feel precum flowing out of my cock in my pants as I longed to go over there and sit on his cock, kiss him, caress him, kiss his neck, nibble his ears and feel his lips against mine. But most of all I was hypnotized by his armpit. I felt an urge to lick it and continue licking his entire sweaty body. This is what young men’s pheromones do to me, I thought to myself. So many occasions before had I become hard in uncomfortable situations, just because some young sweaty man was nearby and his pheromones were attacking my senses. But that’s not why they were here. They were here to take care of my husband. My desires were not prioritized, and I had to wait. I shook the thought out of my head. - “Anyone want something to drink while we wait for the next call from the bedroom?”, I said, adjusted my cock, and went to the kitchen for some sodas. We sat there chatting, talking about everything and nothing, about how we met Anthony, about our first visits to the clinic. The boys where hard almost all the time, and I could tell that Tom was getting impatient. He wanted some of that cum. An hour later it was his turn. - “AAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” - “We should get him a bell to ring… An ass-bell. Ding-ding-ding, the bull needs to breed!”, Anthony joked. Tom was quickly on his feet, almost running towards the bedroom. Ten minutes later he came out, cock dripping with precum, ass dripping with poz cum, body dripping with sweat. These boys were heaven sent, there was no way I could’ve dealt with all this by myself. Tom also took out a plug from his backpack, but he gave it to me to insert. I couldn’t resist diving into his pretty young ass and have a taste before plugging it up, and the taste was heavenly. I could definitely taste cum, but there was something more to it, something sweet. Not a hint of lube, so I assumed he had just planted himself on my husbands’ cock without any, probably because of a desire to tear a bit to be at greater risk of getting pozzed. I could taste a hint of blood as well, the iron-like taste could not be mistaken. He moaned, but as I tried to get deeper with my tongue, he clenched and said “No, I need to keep it in me. Plug me up!”, and so I did by roughly shoving the big plug into him, causing him to gasp. He turned around, almost slapping me in the face with his cock, and thanked me. I grabbed the cock in front of my face, squeezed it from the base up along the shaft, and licked the large drop of precum off the head. Tom went back to his chair and sat down, rubbing his thighs. - “Good workout this… Won’t have to do leg day tomorrow…”

Here we go, now it’ll get even more intense. Maybe some of you will think it’s too “out there” or “too fantasy” but take it with a pinch of salt and I promise it’ll be a little more “normal” later on. As I said previously, there is a ton of loose material that is just waiting to be tied into the story. If I counted correctly, I’ve posted 13 parts so far. The next day in the life of Jay and Vince will be parts 14-18. I hope you enjoy! --------------------- Part 14 --------------------- After 10 days all our pains and symptoms were gone. We kept seeing Anthony almost every day and we all became very close, it was almost like a throuple. The sex was always amazing, and the previously “total top” Antony was getting fucked by us all the time. Antony wasn’t getting treated for his HIV, and even though he was breeding us several times per week, neither of us got the fuck flue. It wasn’t until four months later that Vince woke up one Saturday morning, drenched in sweat, with a high fever and feeling like death. Delirious, he woke me up and said: - “Baby, I think it’s happening. I think I’m converting. It feels like a really, really bad flue but look at my fucking cock!”. He lifted the covers, and his cock was so hard it was purple. - “Your illness is making you horny?” - “Like never before. You need to help me with this! NOW!”, he said, grabbed my head and forced my mouth down on his throbbing cock. It was strange sucking a fever cock. It felt so warm in my mouth, and it was salty from all the sweating during the night. I felt like I was sucking on a freshly grilled sausage. But it was so incredibly hard, harder than I’d ever felt his cock before. I kept sucking while he just lay there still, with his hand lightly pushing my head down on his cock. - “No, this won’t do. You need to ride me. I’d fuck you, but I have no energy. You need to do the work and I need to cum inside you. It wants to be shot inside an ass, not a mouth. It needs to.” - “I’ll just go and do a quick clean out…” - “NO! NOW! RIDE IT!”, he shouted angrily. He was scaring me a bit, but I did as I was told, quickly lubed up my hole and sat down on him. He lay still, sweating profusely, while I rode him to the best of my ability. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter and milked him every time I lifted myself up, then slammed back down on him hard. He seemed a bit out of it, almost as if he was unconscious, but 10 minutes later his eyes opened again, meeting mine, as he convulsed and shot his load inside me. My thigh muscles were burning from the workout, so it was about time! As he finished shooting, he immediately fell asleep again. I got of his cock and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, then I cleaned his still hard cock. He was in a deep sleep and didn’t react to the cleaning. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, and I put a glass of water by the bed for Vince. He was going to need fluids, the way he was sweating. About an hour later I heard him calling from the bedroom. - “Jaaaaay!” - “Yes baby, how are you feeling? Drink some water!” - “Already did. Now hurry! You must ride me again. NOW!” Yet again he pulled of the sheets and showed his rock-hard cock. It seemed even bigger than before. Again, I rode him until he shot inside me, then he fell back asleep. I refilled his water and cleaned him off again. This time I also cleaned myself out properly, since I was guessing this would be the theme of the day. I called Anthony to get him over here and help me. He was there within 20 minutes. An hour later Vince called for me again. Anthony and I went into the bedroom, and it was the same scene all over, but this time I let Anthony ride him since my legs were so tired. I am a “bear” after all, and riding cock with my heavy upper body is a real work-out. After only a minute of Anthony riding him, Vince pushed him off and said: - “No… He’s poz! Needs to be a neg ass! Poz won’t work!” So, yet again I found myself riding his cock, milking a load out of him. This time however I had Anthony who helped me by holding me up, so I didn’t have to carry my entire weight myself. We were worried about him, and when he passed out after breeding me a third time, I called Doctor Eddie on his private phone. - “Eddie speaking!” - “Hey, it’s Jay. Do you remember me and my husband Vince? We were at your clinic a few months ago.” - “Oh, hey slut! Of course I remember! I’ve been thinking of you, we were supposed to set up that party if you guys didn’t convert, remember? Have you converted yet?” - “Uhm… I don’t think I have, but that’s why I’m calling. I think Vince is converting right now…” - “Aaaaand now my cock is rock hard!”, Eddie laughed, “How’s he feeling?” - “NOT good! He’s passed out, but he awakens once every hour and… how do I describe this… He DEMANDS that I use my neg ass to milk a load out of him. I’ve tried sucking him, but it’s no good to him. I even tried outsourcing to Anthony, but since he’s already poz it’s no good either. The only thing that’s good enough for Vince right now is negative ass. And my legs can’t cope with riding him anymore! What do I do? What’s happening to him?” Eddie was silent. - “Eddie? Are you there?” - “Yes! Uhm… Sorry… I was… This sounds EXACTLY like how it was for me, except I didn’t have any neg bottom to breed in my apartment, so I went completely berserk when I got what I call The Urge.” - “What? In what way? What’s going to happen if I deny him my hole? - “Not sure… In my case I got an adrenaline rush like I’ve never experienced before. It somehow lowered my fever and energized me enough to get me out of bed. I was aware of what I was doing, but not why. I think it’s the conversion itself that subconsciously makes you so extremely fucking horny that you lose control of yourself, that why I call it The Urge, and for me The Urge was directing every move I made. I found myself packing a bag with energy bars and electrolyte drinks and make my way to the sauna where I fucked and bred basically everyone until I passed out in a cabin. I don’t remember anything after that, but apparently the cleaning staff found me, woke me up, then I, or rather The Urge, managed to seduce cleaner into taking my load before passing out again. That made the guy call an ambulance because he thought I had done too much drugs of some kind, and they me to a hospital where I woke up much later. I had no idea how I got there or what time it was, but the male nurse that was tending to me thanked me for breeding him. Twice. I had been in the hospital for 48 hours by then…” Now it was my turn to be silent. - “Jay? Are you still there? I’m not saying this WILL happen to Vince.” - “I’m here, I’m just… In shock.” - “As I said, it may not be as bad for Vince. I converted Matt as you know, and he had The Urge, but a lot less severe. He didn’t do things without being aware, and he never passed out. He was just a lot more horny than usual and whenever he fucked someone who was poz he couldn’t cum. And the ones he’s pozzed after that has had even weaker symptoms. It seems to diminish with each generation. The Urge episodes usually only last for the first day or so, then it’s more of a regular flue for a few days. I don’t think it’s anything supernatural, probably just that the more powerful the conversion is, the more subconsciously horny you get, and all your inhibitions just disappear. I’ve had other clients at the clinic that had it as bad as I did, and they were all sluts like me, and like you guys, taking any load they could get from anyone, anytime. So, it seems it all depends on who he got it from. It was obviously not from me since I haven’t seen you in months. Any idea who it might be?” - “Not really. We’re still hanging out with Anthony a lot, and he’s breeding us both several times a week, but I still haven’t gotten sick, and Anthony didn’t have any of these symptoms when he converted. But, of course, there’s been others, since we’re such sluts.”. I looked over at Anthony who rolled his eyes at me, smiled and nodded an exaggerated “YES YOU ARE!”. - “Right… Maybe he got it from the same generation as me then, or maybe an even earlier one. I’ve read a lot of papers on HIV and sexual behaviour and it’s not uncommon that converting makes you extra horny. It’s just that this strain seems more powerful than any I’ve read about. Taking meds and becoming undetectable seems to remove the drive completely. That’s why I’m not taking any, don’t want to become frigid…” - “But what do I do now? My legs won’t carry me anymore!” - “You could wait and hope that he falls back asleep and wakes up without The Urge. Just make sure he gets plenty of fluids and electrolytes in the brief moments that he wakes up. But honestly, I think you might be in for some trouble… I still find myself with The Urge sometimes even though it’s been years since I converted. Just last week I blacked out when taking rectal swabs of a cute twink at work and woke up just a few seconds later with my tongue buried deep in the twinks hole while he was moaning loudly. Of course, he left with a big load in his hole and a smile on his face… It’s like The Urge can feel the presence of a bug chaser.” Just then, another call from the bedroom. - “JAAAAAAAY! I NEED YOUR HOLE!” - “Oh fuck, now he’s calling for me again! Help me, Eddie! Can you stop by with some drugs I can sedate him with ‘til it’s over?” - “I have a better idea. Try to muster through another session with him and I will have a solution on your doorstep before the next Urge. Ok?” - “Just fucking hurry Eddie!” I hung up and went into the bedroom with Anthony. This time I lay on my side with my husband fucking me from behind, while Anthony helped pushing us together and soon enough a fourth load was deposited in me, and Vince was back asleep.

I hadn't been fucking him for long before he started moaning, instead of whining. I spat on my dick again without pulling out and upped my pace. I was working up a sweat and so was he. He looked so good, lying on the bed with his legs in the air, a crease in his belly and his pecs bouncing as I fucked. "You look so good like that, Sir. Lift your arms up, get those pits out for me." I told him. He obeyed my order and moved his arms over his head, allowing me to lean in and sniff at his hairy armpits. His scent filled my nose and made me moan. Only poppers made me react like this. I licked at him, tasting his salty sweat and then moved to kiss him. He answered by wrapping his legs around my hips and moaning into my mouth. I was getting too close, too quickly. I had to slow down or blow already. I pulled back and stood up straight again, pulling out at the same time. He moaned at my quick move out of his hole and panted for a few seconds. I took my chance to just look at him, sweating on the bed. Legs in the air, hands on his ankles. I moved back half a step and slid a finger into his hole, he gasped sharply and brought a hand to my arm. "A bit of lube, boy," he said. "Was that a question, Sir?" I asked, eyebrow arched. He had said I was in charge. "It's only one finger." He didn't reply to me, only withdrew his hand and found the poppers again. Without realising, I felt an evil grin spread across my face. I didn't know I'd enjoy being in charge of him so much. It's not that I'd never played this role before, but our previous sessions felt so cemented. Even calling him 'Sir,' he was being so submissive and he played the role well. I worked my finger another inch inside him and started rubbing his prostate. I wanted his belly hairs matted with precum and I wanted to lick it off his biohazard. I didn't work for long, he was squirming the moment I touched it. I pulled out fast, hoping for a reaction and I got what I wanted, he almost howled. There was no blood, but I figured I'd best be kinder to someone who doesn't bottom that often. Dropping to my knees, I kissed his hole before I started to eat it again. Trying to work as much spit inside and across his hole as I could, I worked for a little while, before coming up over his ballsack and up his dick. He still held his ankles up, so I reach up and grabbed his hands, working his legs free. Letting them drop to my shoulders, he looked down at me a little confused. I grinned up at him and moved a little more forward, moving his dick a little. In front of me was a slick matt of belly hair, covering a small biohazard tattoo. I licked and I heard him chuckle, as I cleaned the area entirely. When there was no more precum left, I kissed it and gave it a slight suck, followed by another kiss. His legs still resting on my shoulders, I stood up and lined my dick up to his hole again, grabbed the bottle of poppers and took at hit myself. Passing him the bottle, I spat on my hand and rubbed it across my cock, waiting for his exhale. When I pushed back in, he had reverted to pained moans. "It's okay, Sir. I'm gonna breed you soon. Do you want my load inside you?" I pumped slowly, warming him up. "Yes please, boy. Breed my hole fast, I don't think I can take much more," he begged. "I'll take as long as I want. What if I want to fuck you again? You need to get used to my dick, Sir." He looked at me with a defiant look, but didn't say anything. If he was in charge and he had looked at me like that, I'd have been scared for my hole. I had a feeling I was going to pay for that line later, which only made my dick harder. I knew I was filling him with precum, as he only got slicker and slicker. He wasn't struggling after a couple more minutes and was pulling my ass into him. Leaning in, I kissed him again and decided to go for it. I sped up, pumping as hard and fast as I could. His moans became more frantic and he broke our mouths apart. "Fuck, boy, you're hitting it. Fuck. Uh. Uh. Uh.," with every thrust. I realised I must be on his prostate with my dick. "I'm getting close, Sir. I'm gonna breed you. It's gonna be a big load." "Do it," he told me, still making noises when I pushed into his hole. I fucked him as hard as I could, feeling my balls tingle and tighten. "I'm cumming, Sir. I'm gonna cum," and I blew my load. I could only manage some slow thrusts whilst my balls emptied themselves, before my body stilled and I stood above him, panting. I leaned in and kissed him once more, before I pulled out and crouched to lick his hole. His legs came down, moving me away from his bred hole and he told me to stand up. His tone was already one of dominance and I realised he meant what he said to the letter. I had bred him and that was where my control ended. He immediately took my cock in his mouth and cleaned me. He played with my balls, whilst sucking my still hard member clean. When he stood up, we kissed and shared my load and his hole between us. It was a passionate kiss, our arms wrapped around each other, tongues playing together. "I think it's time for you to get on the bed. How I was." His tone was firm. I realised I was about to reap what I had sown. I moved round him, hopped up onto the bed and grabbed the poppers. I started huffing at the little brown bottle as hard as I could, as I lifted my knees to my chest. "Yeah, you fucking know you're in trouble, don't you boy?" He chuckled and returned the evil grin I'd given him whilst I was inside him. "Go on, one more hit. Now, don't fucking move." He moved his dick to my dry hole and started pushing in. His dick was still a little lubed from precum, but not much. I cried out, my arms went up to slow him, but he caught my hands and pinned them to the bed. "It's only one dick, boy," he snarled at me. He spat in my face and said "that's the lube your hole was gonna get." As much as my hole was screaming, my dick was leaking again already. I was so turned on, by his new roughness. I was still in pain and my moans made it obvious. He was fucking hard and deep, but thankfully not down to the balls. I don't know if he was being merciful or if he couldn't fuck that deep so dry. "You need to get used to my dick, boy," he quoted back to me again. He was loving being able to use my own cocky lines against me. After a few minutes, my cries of pain has quietened and eventually started to sound like I was enjoying the fuck. Once I had had another few hits of poppers, I was no longer in pain at all. That's when he pulled out and quickly moved to my hole. I heard his first delighted crow of pleasure and wondered what had him so happy. Was he just happy to see my gape again? "Fuck yeah boy, now you can lube my dick up again," he said as his face popped up between my legs. I saw what had made him so pleased. His wide smile was smeared with blood, from the tip of his nose down to the bottom of his chin. My stomach dropped, but my dick pulsed. I knew I was here to get pozzed, but something inside me switched and I felt fear for a second, before he stood and tapped my leg. I followed his instructions, rolling off the bed and to his dick. His dick was red three quarters down. I hesitated whilst I inspected him. "Wait, before you suck it clean, wipe it across your face, boy. Match me." I looked up at him, unsure what to do. He arched an eyebrow at me, before grabbing my hair and his dick, moving his member sideways and my face forward. He slapped himself against my lips and my chin a few times, before sliding up and down. "Now you can lube up," he said, letting go of his dick and my hair, I grabbed his leg to steady myself and his balls to aim his dick forward. I opened wide and took him in my mouth, tasting my blood and nothing much else. I moved up and down his shaft, pushing the blood closer to his crotch and getting more over my lips. My dick was telling me how much I was enjoying it. I knew in that moment I was a pure pig, too far gone to go back. I sucked, spat and licked his dick like usual, getting it ready to fuck me as deep and hard as he usually did. A hand in my hair and a light tug upwards told me that it was time to get back on the bed. Before I could, he grabbed my face and kissed me, with his reddened muzzle. We shared a deep kiss, our dicks rubbing against each other, mirroring our tongues. He pulled back and licked my chin and lips, squeezed my cheeks to open my mouth and spat pink at my tongue. I couldn't help but moan. "Good pig. Middle of the bed, hands and knees. I'm gonna poz you for sure right fucking now, boy," he told me. I scrambled up the bed and grabbed the poppers. If my dick wasn't hard as it could be, it reached a new level as he spoke to me. My hole had been ripped up by a dry fuck and I was about to take another toxic load from an unmedicated poz dom. As I huffed poppers with my ass in the air, I felt him move slowly up the bed towards me. The anticipation was making my cock drip a continuous slivery line to the bed. Two fingers easily slid in my hole and earned a happy moan from me. He twisted them around a few times, before pulling out and pushing his dick in. He moved slowly all the way balls deep in one motion. I was glad for the chance to lube him up properly, I wasn't in any pain at all as I growled in pleasure. I felt his fingertips touch my back and move down. I was confused as to what he was doing, we hadn't used nails or scratched each others backs that I could recall. He did it again, but moved side to side. "Sir?" I asked with no answer. "What are you doing?" Silence again, until I got two fingers up my cunt again. I moaned happily whilst he moved his hips a couple of times, before stilling and removing his fingers to resume his weird actions. It dawned on me after another round of silent action. He was writing something on my back, in blood. "Fuck, Sir! Are you finger painting on me?" I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you writing?" "I'm labelling you as you are, boy. 'Bug chaser,'" He said. "Hand me my phone." I grabbed it, and passed it back to him. He took another minute in silence, pulled out a little and a bright flash went off behind me. Tapping my arm and sinking back in balls deep, he passed his phone back to me. 'BUG - CHASER' was written in red, across my back. "Oh fuck, Sir," I whined. My dick pulsed again. "I felt your hole clench. You want my toxic load, boy? You want my no meds HIV, you little cunt pig?" "Yes please, Sir. Fuck your load into me. Infect me. Give me everything you got, Sir," I begged.

So the other day I hooked up with a guy from Grindr. Typical conversation ’Sup’, ‘You Lookin?’, ‘Ass Pics?’, then a location sent. I was on my way after seeing his pics. About 6’2 muscular but not super bulky and a nice thick 8.5-9” cock. I get to his place and once inside we start making out groping each other. Usually I get a little small talk before getting down to business but this guy clearly needed to fuck. No names no conversation just animalistic lust, which I fully enjoyed. He pushed me down to my knees and I pull down his pants revealing the beautiful cock getting hard right in my face. I start sucking him all the way down giving him the full deep throat experience. I suck him for awhile before he pulls me up and onto his bed. He strips me naked and flips me on my stomach with my ass in the air and he begins eating my hole. And this guys tongue was thick and long like his cock, it felt like I had 5” of tongue wiggling around in my hole, it was amazing! He pulls his mouth away spits on my hole and starts sliding his 8.5” cock inside me. We hadn’t talked about raw but I had a feeling he would want to and since he didn’t say anything I certainly wasn’t gonna lol. He gave a few slow strokes before he really starts pounding away. It wasn’t until he fully mounted me that I put my hands back on his ankles to hold onto him that I felt a little box, I looked down and realized it was an ankle monitor. Which was a first for me and somehow made the whole thing a little hotter lol. After about 20 min of fucking I’m pressed into the mattress with him on top of me when he says he’s gonna cum I tell him to “Breed me” and he says “Yeah here cums another load” I asked if already bred me and he said “About 10 mins ago”. Then he rammed his cock balls deep and bred me. As he was balls deep inside me someone started knocking on his front door. He pulled out and told me to wait in the bathroom. I’m waiting naked in the bathroom for like 5min before he finally comes back and gets me. I go back into the bedroom and there’s another guy standing in the room. I don’t know what to think at first then the new guy starts to unbuckle his pants and I know where this is going and I return to my slut mode and get on my knees and start removing his pants. I’ve never met this guy before and we haven’t spoke but I was about to blow him. He was around 6’ and skinny with some muscle. I start sucking him feeling his cock grow in my mouth. When the host moves us all to the bed with the new guy laying on his back I’m positioned between his legs and the host climbs back on top of me and shoves his cock inside me and resumes his fucking like nothing happened. I’m moaning around the new guys cock as it grows to about 9”. I take a breath and admire this new cock when the host starts blowing the new guy as he continues to fuck me. We switch off blowing the new guy for a bit till the host pulls out and tells me to ride the new guy. I don’t hesitate I get up and sit on the new guys raw cock all the way down reverse cowgirl. Facing away from him just seemed right keeping with the anonymity. After riding him for about 15 mins he grabs my hips and pulls me tight against him and says “Take that load slut”. He pumps in me a few times before he pushes me off and the host pulls me onto his cock and starts rabbit fucking me hard making me moan until the new guy puts his cock in my mouth. I hear the host say “ I love a sloppy slut hole” “ You ready for another load” I say “Fuck yeah!, Breed me, fill me up” he slams deep and unloads in me as he’s making out with the new guy. He pulls out and I turn around and clean his cock then he and the new guy start getting dressed so I got dressed and thanked them both and left. On the drive home I kept thinking about the 3 loads from my ankle monitor host and the 4th load I got from someone my host probably knew, but maybe he didn’t and just didn’t mind sharing me. I wouldn’t have changed anything though getting those loads was so hot. I rode my dildo when I got home working their loads deeper in me as I jerked myself till I came. I hope to meet up with him again and see what other surprise guests show up.

Looking through my pics realized I don’t have many. Somebody wanna help a brother out?

Just a few taken from a short vid I got of a guy off Grindr fucking me

Cum tastes best after you take the load in your ass and you turn around to clean the dick off. Cleaning cum off a dick is a privilege you are given.

Non-consentual rape is illegal... This story is for fantasy purposes only... _______________________ Jeff was awakened by the sound of broken glass. He had been sleeping in late enjoying his summer vacation after finishing his junior year of high school. The loud noise of the broken window had startled him out of a deep sleep. Rolling out of bed, he slipped on a pair of underwear and pondered the loud noise. Both of his parents had left two days ago for vacation, and his older sister wasn't due back from her summer college classes until later on in the afternoon. His parent's house was in the country and no other homes or people were close by to making any noise. Puzzled by the sound, he decided to go investigate. As he opened the door to his bedroom and started to walk down the hall, he was surprised to see a big black man crawling through what had been the closed living room window. Instantly seen by the black man, Jeff turned and raced back down the hall to his bedroom and slammed the door. Within seconds he heard the black man outside his door. Even worse, he heard more footsteps, and heard several other sinister voices ordering him to unlock the door. Frightened by the men, who by their voices were obviously black, Jeff was terrified. He forgot about the other door that led to the bathroom that he shared with his older sister's a joining room. His only focus was keeping his bedroom door closed. Concentrating on keeping the bedroom door leading to the hallway closed, Jeff did not hear another black man enter through his sister's room and come into his room through the bathroom. Standing with his legs spread, trying to keep the other men from breaking down his bedroom door, Jeff presented an erotic sight to the black man who had just escaped from the state prison located fifty miles away. Watching the young white boy pushing against the door trying to stop his friends from entering, Bruce, a two hundred pound convicted rapist watched the white boy standing with his legs spread, ass sticking out. Already filled with adrenaline and joy over his escape from prison, Bruce smiled at the sight of the boy. Feelings his cock growing erect Bruce could think of no better way to celebrate his prison escape than by tearing off a piece of the white teenage ass. Rushing up behind Jeff, Bruce backhanded the white boy on the side of the neck. Not even aware that Bruce was in the room, Jeff was caught by surprise. The karate strike caused his muscles to spasm, causing him to drop to the ground instantly. As the boy whimpered on the floor in shock and pain, Bruce unlocked the bedroom door, allowing his two black friends to enter. "Shit boys look at this cracker." Bruce said referring to Jeff who was still laying on the ground trying to recover from the sharp pain in his neck. "Here we need a place to hang out until the heat dies down from all those pigs chasing us, and look, now we got us some entertainment why we is hiding." Then kicking Jeff in the ass, Bruce continued, "I bet this punk white ass is still virgin." Rubbing the front of his prison pants to fondle his cock, Bruce said, "Well nothing like some Alabama bull snake to break in a virgin ass, hey brothers!" Laughing, the two other men agreed with Bruce. Bending down the men pulled Jeff to his feet, and threw his body facedown, sideways over the small twin sized bed. Pulling his waist over to the side edge of the bed, Bruce held the boy down, while his two friends grabbed shirts hanging from Jeff's closet and ripped the shirts apart. Tying the torn shirts to the metal legs of the bed, they quickly spread Jeff's legs and tied his ankles to the shirts attached to the legs of the bed. Recovering from the blow to his neck, Jeff suddenly tried to stand up and fight the three black men. His efforts were futile, and the black men enjoyed beating the white boy back down on the bed with their fists. Pushed face down into his bed, Jeff was powerless to stop the strong escaped convicts hovering over his spread-eagled ass. Walking around to the other side of the bed, Bruce grabbed Jeff's arms and quickly tied each wrist with a torn shirt. Pulling the shirt tight, he managed to stretch the boy over his twin size bed, tying the shirt wrapped around Jeff's wrists to the metal legs of the bed. Looking down at the white boy who was now crying laying side ways across the bed, Bruce enjoyed the sight of the white teenager spread out before him. The white boy's ass, still covered in boxer shorts, was sticking up, and the white boy's face, with his pretty mouth, was hanging over the other side of the bed. The white boy cried, and begged for mercy. "Please don't kill me. My parents have money. You can take anything you want. Please just don't kill me." Not yet realizing the escaped convicts intentions, Jeff continued, "Please you can take anything, I won't tell. I promise I won't tell anyone and I'll do anything you want, just let me live!" Leroy, a convicted drug dealer walked around to the front of the bed, and pulled Jeff's hair and made him look up. "You mean white boy, that if I don't break that lily-white neck of yours and I let you live, I can take anything I want and you'll do anything to help me?" "Yes sir! You can take anything you want! Please just don't hurt me." Leroy continued to toy with his hapless and naive victim. "You mean boy, that you'll do anything, anything at all?" "Yes Sir anything, anything at all" As soon as he said those words, Jeff noticed the huge bulges in both Leroy's and Bruce's pants. It was then that he focused on the men's prison uniforms, and Jeff suddenly recalled all the horror stories he had heard about what convicts do to young men in prison. Jeff gulped in shock as his fear of death became replaced with the fear of being raped. His body shook in fright at the thought of being raped by the three big black men. Watching Leroy reach down and fondle his cock through his jeans, Jeff knew that the three men had tied him like this on purpose. He had heard about getting butt-fucked, yet he had never thought such a thing would happen to him. Only fag's let other men touch them, and Jeff never would have thought he'd be fucked by another man, let alone, three black men. Jeff, already beaten by the men, knew that he couldn't escape and he feared what the men would do next. As he laid on the bed he trembled and whispered. "Please Oh no. Not that, please." A moment later, Leroy confirmed Jeff's worst fears. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled out his cock, and walked up to his white captive. The huge ten-inch black cock stood at attention only inches away from Jeff's face. Jeff gulped as he stared at the black one-eyed monster jutting before his face. Leroy' cock was huge, and Jeff shivered and watched as the cock moved as Leroy stroked the big organ. Surely, Jeff thought, it would be impossible for that cock to fit up his tight little ass. "Yeah, white boy that is all for you" Leroy snorted as he fondled his dick. "You did say white boy that you wanted to live and you be willing to do anything, if we didn't kill you. Well I reckon we can let you live. But ya' got to help us. Help us celebrate our escape from prison. Open your mouth and pleasure me, and let me see how much you want to live. You suck real good boy. You kiss my dick and you show me how much you value your life by sucking down my manly seed, and I think we can let ya' live to see tomorrow. Now open wide boy!" Jeff, staring at the huge black cock, the first black cock he had ever seen, heard Leroy's words, but the demand seemed impossible. With tears rolling down his checks, Jeff begged. "No, No, please, anything but that." Looking around the room for mercy, he saw the other two men undressing, and he noted their big black dicks sticking out from their waist. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't do this he pleaded and begged. Enjoying the sight of the white boy sobbing on the bed, Alton, who was a sadistic pimp and killer who had been convicted of murdering a prostitute for failing to earn enough money, pulled his belt off his jeans. "Shit Leroy, ya' offer this here boy a chance to live and he won't even suck ya' dick. Well, let me teach this honky some respect and gratitude. Reaching down, he grasped the underwear covering Jeff's virgin ass, and ripped the material in two. Throwing the underwear aside, Alton placed his hands over the globes of Jeff's upturned ass. Spreading the boy's ass checks he admired Jeff's small anal opening. Kneaded Jeff's ass he commented "Oh yeah, that's a fine ass you gots there boy." Feeling the hands caressing his butt checks, Jeff struggled against his bounds and begged for mercy. Alton, enjoying the feel of the boy's tight, muscular ass cheeks, kept on talking. "Hey man, when I was in the city, I would get these young white boys running away from home. Man I would break them in hard. Raping there little asses and make them drink my sperm for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every morning, I'd drown their throats in my piss before I rammed my cock, and then my hand, up their ass. Man, you should have heard how they screamed when I fisted their little ass holes. After I got them use to sitting their tight little asses on the end of my cock, and got them to enjoy the feel of my dick sticking down their throat, I'd have them begging for dick. Then I'd introduce them to heroin, and put `em out on the street selling their tight little bodies, while I raked in the money. Man, those old white men in their three-piece suits and BMW's would be paying good money to beat, torture and fuck some little lost white boy like this kid. Why those boys were stuck on the ends of men's cocks almost eight hours a night. The only down side was that after having load after load of sperm shot up and down their asses and throats they'd be used up in no time. It was bad for business because it didn't take too long before they got beat real bad or they got AIDS or some other fucked up disease. Then I'd have to get rid of them, either sell them to another pimp, or if they was likely to call the cops, make them have an accidental heroin overdose. But man, why they was healthy and good looking, like this kid, I'd be living the good life. These little white boys made even more money them those little white bitches I'd get." Releasing the boy's ass cheeks, Alton placed two of his fingers in his mouth, and then after wetting his fingers, spread Jeff's ass cheeks. Shoving his two fingers a inch up Jeff's ass, he laughed as the boy screamed and moved his hips up, involuntarily raising his ass to met the prodding digits. Moving his fingers around, Alton examined the crying boy's asshole. "Oh hey, that's fine brown eye." Alton said "Looks virgin too." Then without any concern for Jeff, he rammed his two fingers completely up the boy's rectum. Jeff bucked up and down as his virgin ass was torn open by the thrusting and wiggling fingers. "Oh god that hurts. Please stop! Please stop sir, please!" Jeff screamed as he bucked up and down, trying to force the fingers out of his asshole. Alton ignored Jeff's pleas and repeatedly shoved his fingers in and out of the boy's ass. "Yeap, look at this boy. Moving all about like my fingers are killing him. He's virgin alright. Wait until he gets one up the ass, then he'll really have something to scream about!" Pushing his hand as hard as he could, he made Jeff's hips rise up and down off the bed as the boy suffered through the cruel fingering. Over the pain, Jeff heard Bruce laugh cruelly and say, "He might be virgin now, but he won't but for long!" Pulling his fingers out the boy's ass, Alton jumped up on the bed, and grabbed a handful of Jeff's hair. Pulling the boy's head up by the hair, Alton pushed Jeff's face into Leroy's crotch. "White boy, my man said you could live, but ya' got to suck his cock. Now boy, ya' said you'd do anything. Anything means ya' open up that pretty white mouth of yours and pleasure my friend here." Slapping Jeff on the side of his head, Alton screamed "Open ya' mouth boy and suck my fingers clean that been up your stinky ass. Then once ya' get done, ya' can suck my main man's cock!" When Jeff shook his head in refusal, Alton pushed the boy's head down into the mattress and got off the bed. "You was warned boy!" Alton snarled. "Leroy you just hold your cock in front of that honky and I promise you he'll be sucking on you dick like he has been wanting to do it all his life." Then without any warning, Alton picked up his belt and raised it over his head. When the belt slammed onto Jeff's bare ass, Jeff's body arched, and his arms and legs pulled desperately against his bonds. Jeff's screams of terror and pain vibrated the bedroom windows. "Aggh, Oh, God no! Please No. Please stop, I will..." Before he could even finish his cry for mercy, Alton brought the belt back down, slamming the leather into the boy's succulent ripe flesh. Jeff's ass was on fire and throbbing in pain as Alton repeatedly brought the belt down across his ass cheeks. Each time Jeff's mind exploded with pain as the leather belt crashed into his body. The leather belt wrapped around to smash into his hips and sides, conforming to the shape of his waist. Jeff squirmed underneath Alton's lashes, screaming and begging for mercy as he tried to move his ass from side to side to avoid the stinging belt, and relieve the burning pain. But there was no getting away from the belt. Alton had whipped dozens of his prostitutes, both males and females, and he always enjoyed the sight of a white ass turning bright red from the kisses of a leather belt. Alton aimed carefully, and after several dozen powerful blows of his belt, the white boy's ass was glowing bright red. Seeing that the belting was starting to leave faint black and blue marks on the boy's whipped ass, Alton adjusted his blows. Still swinging the belt with all his might, Alton targeted the back of the boy's upper thighs. The young, naked boy thrashed in his bonds and begged for mercy as new areas of pain assaulted his mind. Alton, like a fine craftsman repeatedly whipped the boy, adjusting his blows to find new area's to torment. When the screaming boy's thighs grew red, Alton redirected the belt and brought the belt down onto the white boy's upper back. The belt smashing over his ribs and spine caused the boy to arch his back in pain. His screams, which had been growing weak as the boy became exhausted under the steady assault, suddenly returned to their original ear-shattering loudness. "Oh god please stop! He begged as he sobbed and tried to regain his breath. 'Please stop. I'll suck you. I'll do anything! Please just stop the hurting!" Ignoring the boy's cries, he brought the belt down to crash into the small of Jeff's lower back. The boy continued screaming and begging for mercy, as his body was viciously whipped and pelted by the leather belt. Growing tired and knowing that the boy's spirit had been crushed, Alton dropped the belt and climbed up on top of the crying boy. Running his hands up the boy's beaten back, he placed his cock between the boy's ass cheeks and straddled his ass. Grabbing a handful of the white boy's blond hair, he pulled back the crying boy's face, and raised it up to face Leroy's large cock. Smiling, Leroy moved his cock in front of the white boy's round lips, and said, "Open wide boy. You better lick me good, and I better not feel any of those pearly-white teethes of yours on my dick." Whimpering with pain and humiliation as he stared at the huge black cock only inches away from his nose, Jeff opened his mouth. Thrusting forward, Leroy moved his cock past Jeff's lips and felt his cock gliding over the white boy's hot wet tongue. Moaning with pleasure, Leroy filled Jeff's mouth with his big black cock. The thrill of the boy's wet tongue moving under his hard cock made Leroy shudder in pleasure. "Oh yeah, boy suck my dick." Wrapping his hands behind the white boy's head, Leroy grabbed a handful of the boy's hair. Getting a good solid grip the boy, he made sure that the boy would be unable to move his head, and so he would be powerless to stop his cock from ramming into the back of his mouth. Then without warning, he rammed his cock deep into the white boy's throat. Feeling the huge staff of black meat moving past his tonsils and into his throat, Jeff tried desperately to escape the huge cock stabbing into his throat. Gagging on the thick slab of meat, he had to fight his natural reaction to throw up as the rock-hard cock pounded past the back of his mouth, going deep into his throat. Unable to speak with his mouth so full of the black man's cock, he couldn't even scream in protest. The only sound heard beyond Leroy's grunts of pleasure were Jeff's muffled whimpers of protest and the bed springs moving as Jeff's body tried to push away and escape from the mattress. But there was no escaping from his spread-eagled position or anyway to stop the black man from brutally using his mouth and throat to pleasure his long black dick. Both Bruce and Alton watched transfixed as their partner used the white boy for his personal sexual satisfaction. They all laughed when, without warning, Leroy stopped moving his huge slab of cock meat in and out of the boy's throat. Leroy's balls rested on the white boy's chin as he kept his black log lodged in the back of the white boy's throat. Unable to breathe, Jeff squirmed on the bed, and desperately tried to turn his head to get the cock out of his air passage. Remembering the black man's threats though, Jeff kept his teeth off the black man's huge cock. The beating had taken all his pride and sense of strength away, and he knew he was powerless to stop the black man from blocking his airway. After waiting two full minutes and enjoying the sight of the boy's face grow red and then white from lack of oxygen, Leroy reluctantly pulled his cock completely out of the boy's throat and mouth. Watching the white boy gasp for air, Leroy rubbed his cock over the white boy's forehead and cheeks. Rubbing his cock over his nose, he could not help but admire the boy's feminine looking facial features, and his back and ass facing towards the ceiling. Noting that the boy's body was firm, with a nice muscle tone, yet lacking body hair on his back, ass, and legs, Leroy thought of how this boy would make a big hit in the prison block. Or he thought, as he placed his cock against the boy's lips, a big hit on the street pimping and pumping his tight little ass for some old white man's greenbacks. Yeah Leroy thought, Alton was right, this white boy could make a pimp rich selling his tight little ass and wet mouth to a bunch of rich white dudes. Wouldn't that be a historical twist of fate? A nigger selling a white boy into slavery. Hey, Leroy thought, we should sell this white boy into fucking slavery and make him a prostitute. But first Leroy thought he was going to get some personal revenge for the white judge and jury that sent him to prison. "Suck my nigger dick white boy. Suck me good!" Pushing his cock past the boy's red lips, Leroy felt his cock slide over the top of the boy's tongue. Pushing forward he stopped when the back of the boy's throat surrounded the head of his cock. Then moaning in pleasure, he rammed his hips forward, once again driving his cock back into the boy's face. Back and forth he moved his cock over the boy's tongue, power fucking his cock deep into the boy's throat. Only briefly stopping his assault every minute or so to let the boy catch his breath, Leroy used the boy's hot, wet mouth to satisfy his carnal lust. The sight of the boy's tears and his muffled cries only added to his sadistic pleasure. Listening to the crying boy, and watching Leroy's spit drenched cock sliding in and out of the white boy's pretty face was too much for Alton. He had moved off the white boy to get a better view of Leroy raping his face. After watching the cock moving back and forth between the boys lips, and enjoying the sight of the boys cheeks puffing in and out on Leroy's dick, Alton decided that it was time to try the boy on for himself. Walking back behind the white boy's spread- eagled legs, he quickly undressed. Dropping his clothes to the floor, he stroked his hardened cock before he grabbed the boy's red, beaten ass cheeks. Feeling the boy's tight ass meat, he squeezed his hands into the meaty globes. Pulling the boy's cheeks apart, Alton peered down at the boy's tiny virgin asshole. "Virgin ass" Alton thought. "Ain't had no virgin ass for a long time. I am going to split this crackers ass wide open. I can't wait to feel the heat of body squeezing my dick. Now let's get started." Licking three fingers on one hand, Leroy moved his fingers down to the boy's crinkled opening. Sticking the tip of his index finger into the boy's ass, Alton started sinking his finger deep into the boy's tight ass. The white boy, sucking on the cock lodged in his throat, groaned as he felt the new invasion of his body. Squirming and tightening his muscles he tried to dislodge the invading digit plowing up his ass. But he was powerless to stop the black man from ramming first one, then two, and finally three fingers into his ass. Alton thrust his fingers deep inside the boy's anal cavity, drawing a gasp from Jeff. Alton felt the tightness delightedly. Oh, it would be such fun opening this boy up! Noting the tight dry ass, Alton asked Bruce to look in the bathroom for any type of lubricant. Bruce quickly found a tube of KY jelly in Jeff's sister's bathroom articles, and he returned to hand the tube to Alton. Fingering the boy's ass, Alton watched Leroy thrusting his hips forward as he feed his cock in and out of the boy's face. Pounded in and out of the boy's mouth, Leroy held the back of Jeff's head in a death grip with his strong black hands. Leroy quickened his thrust, moving his cock over the boy's tongue and deep into the boy's wet mouth and throat. Grunting, Leroy shuddered as his body was racked by an orgasm and his cum exploded from the head of his cock. His cum shot into Jeff's open mouth. Jeff's throat and his mouth flooded with the hot, sticking cum of the big black man fucking his face. Gagging, he tried to avoid swallowing the salty cum filling his mouth. But Leroy held the boy's head firmly against his crotch as his cock shoot wave after wave of hot cum into the boy's throat. Jeff, disgusted by his first taste of man seed, could not dislodge the big prick shoved into his mouth, and had no other choice but to swallow the hot slime down. Finishing his climax, Leroy, slowly pulled his softening cock past Jeff's lips. Watching the head of his cock trailing a line of cum over Jeff's lips, Leroy slapped the boy on top of the head. "Ya' first mouthful of cum boy! You done good but you'll get better. You'll be getting plenty of practice sucking cock boy, you can bet on that. Now, you better lick my cum off ya' lips. Don't let any of my seed go to waste! Ya' better get use to that taste too white boy! Because from now on, you ain't nothing but a nigger's sperm receptacle. Yeah, white boy, you is going to be turned into a pin cushion for big black dicks" Slapping the boy on the side of the head again, he asked, "Ya understand me boy?" Grunting in pain from the slaps, and the intrusion of Alton's fingers deep in his ass, Jeff, breathing down a throat rubbed raw by Leroy's brutal throat rape, moaned "Yes Sir, I understand." He then darted his tongue between his lips, and licked the last of the man's slick sperm off of his lips. Then moving the sticky seed across his tongue, he moaned as he swallowed the black man's salty seed. Pulling his fingers from the white boy's ass, Alton spread KY Jelly on the boy's crinkled hole. Admiring how the boy's spirit was already broken, Alton smiled as he thought of all the fun he was going to have raping and torturing this young boy. By the time he got done with this white boy, the boy would be totally crushed, and if he let the boy live, the boy would be a whore to any man who wanted to fuck his ass or face. Ramming the lotion up the boy's tight ass with two fingers, Alton positioned himself behind the boy's upturned ass. Removing his fingers from the white boy's ass, he moved his hands over the boy's firm ass, and up the small of his back, exploring the boy's firm body. Moving his hands back down, he placed his hands onto the boy's waist, before he dropped his weigh down onto the helpless boy. Sticking out his tongue, he licked and kissed the back of the boy's neck as he moved his hips to position his cock right between the boy's baby smooth ass cheeks. Jeff groaned as the fingers spread the cold KY Jelly up his stretched ass. Suddenly, the fingers were gone, and Jeff felt the black man's hands move all over him. Then he felt the black man's weight on the bed as the man began to crawl over him. Suddenly Jeff felt the black man's hairy chest against his back, and then the man's body crushed him down into the mattress. Trying to adjust to the big man's crushing weight, Jeff shivered when he felt the black man's tongue move over his neck, and he then felt something hot, long and hard pressing between his butt checks. He moaned in terror as he felt the man's huge hot rod positioned between his ass cheeks. Swallowing with fear, Jeff felt the huge hot log pulse against his ass, and he knew that the huge pole of burning cock was going to be shoved up his ass. Crying with renewed energy and terror, Jeff begged the black man not to rape him. "Please sir, not that. Please, I will suck you. I'll do anything you want, but not that. I'm not gay. Your are too big! Please don't do that to me." Alton, enjoying the pleasure of total control, whispered in the ear of the tied captive lying spread-eagled before him. "But white boy I have to hurt you and I am going to fuck you. I am going to make you gay, boy." Then talking louder in a cruel voice, he taunted his rape victim. "I will do anything I want to you boy! You fucking worthless piece of white trash, I don't care what you want! And I know that you're going to do any fucking thing that I want, because if you don't I'll break your fucking neck. Now you little piece of shit, I am going to fuck that honky virgin ass of yours so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month. Why I is gonna turn you into one first class cock sucking, dick taking faggot." Rubbing his cock back and forth between Jeff's butt checks, he continued to torment Jeff. "Now I want you to scream real good for me when I ram my cock up your ass and make you my woman. And I want you to beg me to stop hurting you just like my people use to do when you honky- mother-fuckers use to beat us when we was slaves. Well white boy, I am going to get me personal revenge by plugging your white ass and making you my faggot bitch. If you don't want me to kill ya', you better be begging for me to fuck you while I shove my dick up your ass. Yeah white boy, gonna turn your ass into a pussy. You better move real good too white boy, because the only thing that's keeping you alive is your ability to pleasure my cock! Now get ready for it white boy, because here it COMES!" Without any other warning, Jeff felt Alton lift his upper body off his back, and the tip of Alton's cock move against the crinkled opening of his asshole. Then, the black man pushed his hot log forward with all his might. Jeff's asshole tightened with fear and pain as the cock tried to spear into his butt hole. Eager to fuck the white boy, Alton continued to push forward until the head of his lubricated nine-inch cock slid past Jeff's tight sphincter muscles. Jeff screamed in pain as the tip of the big, hot cock battered past his ass muscles and burned up into his tight ass. "Aggg shit, it hurts! Take it out!" Jeff screamed as his bowels and lower body was racked in pain. "It's too big. Ohh shit, it hurts. No more, no more! Please don't go so fast!" Jeff begged for mercy as he frantically pulled at his bonds and tried to move his ass away from the invading intruder. The tight restraints and mattress kept him trapped under the black man and there was no escape from the cock burning ferociously up his virgin ass. Feeling as if the end of a baseball bat had just been rammed up his butt, Jeff wiggled on the bed in pain and torment. His cock surrounded by Jeff's soft, tight ass, Alton relished the pleasure of the young boy's hot body. Laughing at the boy's frantic but unsuccessful attempts to avoid his assault, Alton dropped his weight down onto the young boy, and continued to press his cock into the boy's tight up turned ass. Then, readjusting himself, he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, and pushed his upper body off the hapless boy. All the while Alton slowly pushed his cock forward into Jeff's tight asshole. Alton sank three then four inches of his long, thick cock up the white boy's ass. Pushing his upper body completely off the white boy, he looked down at his cock. Marveling at the sight of the boy's ass swallowing his cock and the feel of the hot body wrapped around his cock, he admired the contrast of his dark black skin against the blonde boy's fair ass and pink, stretched asshole. Caressing the white boy's smooth ass cheeks that still glowed from the lashes of the belt, Alton sank another two inches of cock up the boy's anus. While Alton's cock moved deeper, the boy sobbed in horrific pain, and tears rolled down his face as six inches of black cock was shoved up his asshole. Moving his hands up Jeff's back, Alton stretched his body over Jeff's body, and covered the white boy under his massive black frame. Licking the boy's ears and running his tongue across the side of Jeff's face, Alton softly whispered into the white boys ear "You have all my cock up your ass, would you like me to pull my cock out of your ass now?" Crushed under the big man laying on top of him, Jeff quivered in pain. His lower body felt as if it was being ripped in half by a hot metal pole, and he could hardly breath under the big man's weight. Jeff begged his rapist to pull out. "Oh, take it out. Please take out!" he panted. With only six inches of his nine-inch cock up the boy's rump, Alton continued to tease the boy "Would you promise to suck my cock and lick your shit that got on my cock off if I pull out? Would you then suck my dick and swallow all my sperm if I pull out?" Racked by cramps in his lower stomach as the hot cock continued to move from side to side in his ass, Jeff begged for mercy. "Yes sir, I'll do anything, anything, please just take it out!" "I want to help you boy, but you have to tell me what you want. Tell me what you'll do for me if I take my cock out of your ass" Alton asked. "I'll suck your dick. I'll take you in my mouth and swallow your sperm. Please just take it out!" Jeff begged. "Well" Alton said, "Your asshole sure is dirty. Will you lick your shit off my cock before you swallow my sperm?" Then rotating his hips, he moved his massive cock around inside Jeff's tight ass causing the boy excruciating pain "Let me hear what you'll do for me white boy. Tell me how my dick is too big for your virgin ass and it hurts you so much that you want to suck my big nigger cock and lick your shit off my big beautiful cock. Tell me, how you love the feel of big nigger cock in your mouth. Yeah, you tell me how you want my big dick to rub across your tongue and how you want to eat my sperm. Tell me what a faggots you are, and how you dream of nigger dick filling your mouth with hot cum. Do it now boy or else!" Alton then cruelly moved his hips back and forth, stretching the boy's anus even more. "Aggh!!!" Jeff screamed. "Please I'll do anything, anything. Your big dick is too big for my virgin butt. Please take it out! I want to suck your big nigger cock and I want to lick the shit off your cock. I want to tongue your big nigger cock and taste your sperm! I love big nigger cock down my throat. I am a faggot, so please sir, let me suck your dick!" Placing his hands between Jeff's shoulder blades, Alton used his strong black arms to push his upper body off of Jeff's back. "Well white boy, since you said please, I'll take my cock out of your ass." Pulling his hips back, he removed all but the head of his cock out of the boy's tightly stretched ass. Jeff whimpered with pain as the big cock tore back out of his asshole. The cock moving back caused friction and more pain to his already skewered butt. Longing for the relief of the hot cock to leave his sore bottom, he begged Alton to finish taking the head of his cock out of his stretched asshole. "Please don't stop! Please take it out all the way out. Please take your cock out of my ass and let me suck your cock. Please!" Smiling sadistically at Bruce and Leroy who were quietly watching Alton tease and play with their unlucky victim, Alton lowered his hands to the boy's hips. "Ya' know what white boy. It isn't nice to call black people niggers! Why, you is some type of white boy. Here I was, going to do you some sort of favor and let you suck my cock instead of me tearing your asshole up with my big cock, and you go and call me nigger! Well white boy it ain't nice to call colored folks niggers and I am going to have to teach you some manners!" Jeff, realizing how he had been tricked, started crying "But you wanted me to say nigger! Please sir, I won't say it again! Please, I'll do anything, anything, please just let me suck your dick. Please don't fuck me! I will make you feel good, please just me..." "Whack!" Alton slapped Jeff in the back of the head, and told him "Shut up white boy. I know you'll do anything I want! And I told you it ain't nice to be saying nigger. Now I am going to nigger your ass. Yes sir, I am going to show you why so many white women likes us black men. Yep, we got big dicks and we can fuck for forever. Get ready for it white boy, here comes the fuck of your life!" Without any other warning, Alton grabbed Jeff's hips and rammed his cock forward. All nine inches of thick black cock slid into his ass. Jeff screamed and his body bucked and withered in pain as the powerfully built man brutally shoved all of the big cock deep into his virgin ass. "NOOO!" the ravished boy screamed. "It's killing me! Please God, it hurts, please stop!" "It hurts so bad! Please, Take it out!" "Please. No more!" Pulling back, Alton admired the heat of the boy's ass, and smiled at the thought of the virgin boy's blood on his cock. The boy's cries for mercy were music to his ears. Free from prison, he knew there were no guards around to spoil his fun, and the boy could make as much noise as wanted. This was going to be one of the best fucks he had in a long time, and just like old times, he was going to enjoy terrorizing his hapless victim. Pulling seven inches of his cock out of the boy's ass, he stopped and waited for the boy's cries of mercy to diminish. When the boy stopped begging for mercy, and when his sobs had quieted, Alton without warning, violently jammed all of his cock back into the boy's ass. The boy's bound body tightened as the cock invaded deep up into his body and his whimpering and screams for mercy again filled the room. As Alton rode on top of the boy, he enjoyed the pleasure of his balls slapping up against the boy's ass cheeks. Alton could feel the boy's ass muscles constricting, trying to adjust to the massive cock buried in his rear. As he fucked the boy's ass, Alton marveled in the heat squeezing and pleasuring his cock. Running his hands up over Jeff's back, Alton enjoyed the feel of the boy's thrashing young body as it tried to escape his cock. Ain't nothing like virgin boy butt to make a cock happy Alton thought. For Jeff, the experience was anything but pleasurable. "Please sir" Jeff begged. "Stop! Please don't hurt me anymore! I beg you to please stop. My ass is tore. Please, I beg of you, take it out! The pain is so bad!" "Shut up white boy! You'll take my cock, and before long you'll even like it. Hearing the boy sobbing for mercy, and hearing the boy's voice wracked with pain as he pleaded for mercy, Alton's enjoyed his rape of the boy's tight, hot ass. Placing his hands back on the boy's shoulders, Alton then began a brutal assault on the boy's anus. Holding his body tightly against the boy's back, he hammered his cock in and out of the boy's tight ass. Without let up, he power rammed his cock back and forth in the boy's ass with all his strength. Remembering the white whore who had testified against him in court to get him convicted of killing that fourteen year-old white female hooker who he had fucked to death with an ax handle, Alton plowed into the white boy with deep painful strokes of revenge. Unable to escape, and with his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears, Jeff could only lay there as the black man frantically moved his big cock in and out of Jeff's torn and bleeding ass. Buffeted by wave after wave of excruciating pain, Jeff was reduced to moaning as the big cock moved in and out of his ass. Every time, the black man raped his cock into Jeff's ass, Jeff would moan. As the cock moved back out of his abraded and torn ass chute, the white boy would grunt with pain. In and out Alton worked his cock, never once caring for the white boy that he had pinned to the bed. As the giant tool moved up the white boy's ass, the boy's pain increased, and his screams and moaning grew louder. The increased screams from the boy caused, Alton to laugh and he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. Alton could careless about the misery of the white boy he had pinned to the bed. White kids were for fucking, and this boy was going to get fucked good! As the giant tool moved back and forth, deep in his ass, the white boy's pain increased, and his moaning grew louder. The increased sounds of torment from the boy caused Alton to snicker as he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. As the boy withered in agony, lost in a sea of torment and humiliation, Alton began to pant with excitement. The boy as he withered in pain and tried to escape his rapist, was unintentionally tightened his ass muscles. The muscles caressing his cock felt so good to Alton, and the boy's struggles only added to the black man's pleasure as he drilled his cock in and out of the white boy's ass. Drenched in sweat, Alton felt his climax approaching. Alton, dug his hands into the boy's shoulders, and he hammered his cock forward, leaving it deep within the boy's ass. He suddenly raised his upper body off the boy, and gave out a mighty shout as his cock quivered and shot its seed deep into the teenager's tight ass. Alton's body shuddered in pleasure as his wad shot deep into Jeff's white ass. Alton collapsed on top of the moaning boy he had just fucked. Keeping his cock buried in the white boy's ravished hole, he felt his cock draining all of his sperm into the boy's rectum. Resting atop the spread-eagled boy, Alton regained his breath. Then slowly, he pushed his sweaty body off the boy, and pulled his softening cock out of the boy's ass. Removing his cock with a loud pop from the boy's ass, Alton smiled at the boy's ass hole. Alton had fucked the boy so hard and stretched his ass so wide, that the boy's sphincter muscle was unable to close all the way. His asshole was stretched wide open and Alton could see his sperm deep inside the boy's torn and bloody asshole. Not that his ass would be empty for very long. As soon as Alton stood out of the way, Bruce stepped up behind Jeff's spread ass. Slapping the boy's red ass cheeks, Bruce placed his cock against Jeff's already torn and battered hole, and placed his hands on the boy's hips. In one monstrous thrust, he buried his eight-inch dick deep into the crying boy ass. Not even giving the boy a chance to adjust to the wider cock now ravaging his hole, Bruce buried his cock to the balls. "Shit, that's fine pussy you got there boy!" he muttered as he moved his hips back, and totally removed his cock from the boy's tight ass. Then again he rammed his cock back into the boy's torn hole, moving his cock in out of the boy's ass. Jeff screamed with agony at the new assault viciously spearing his once virgin asshole. Climbing up onto the bed, with his cock still buried deep up the boy's ass, Bruce immediately clapped a hand over the youth's mouth. Then he began to jack hammer his penis into the boy's tight, near virginal buns. His body twisting from side to side with the pain of the wicked penetration, Jeff yelped into the hand covering his mouth. As the last few minutes filled his mind with pain, he continued to cry. He'd never been prepared for anything like this. He'd never dreamt he'd be used this way. The tears poured down his face as the cock slammed into his rectum, tearing the already battered delicate tissues of his bum hole. Bruce pumped excitedly into the tight ass of the boy. He'd had many men in prison, but very few who had just lost their virginity, and certainly none like this boy. His testicles slapped against the lower cheeks of Jeff's ass, as he thrusted faster and harder. Bruce pushed his left hand under Jeff, and caressed the boy's penis. Feeling the boy's balls and penis in his hand, spurred Bruce on to deeper, harder thrusts. He clutched the boy's balls in his left hand as his right hand clamped onto Jeff's shoulder, giving him leverage. He forced the entire length of his shaft up inside the boy as he squeezed the boy's balls, trying to crush the boy's testicles between his fingers. Jeff was crying out as his body shook in pain. It felt as if the black man was trying to rip his balls off his body. Bruce gave a triumphant shout, feeling the boy shaking in pain. He thrust again and again into Jeff, his cock now close to bursting with the cum boiling in his balls. He let go of Jeff's balls and, placing both hands back on the boy's shoulders, rammed fiercely, driving his dick in and out of Jeff' asshole. Within minutes both Bruce and Jeff were covered in sweat, as Bruce drove his cock in and out of the tight ass. Bruce's heavy breathing, and the repeated sounds of Bruce's balls and hips smacking against the boy's ass as the boy's hushed cries of torment and pain filling the room gave testimony to the hot sex occurring on the small bed. Quickening his pace, Bruce moaned as his felt his cum boiling in the depths of his scrotum. Grasping onto the boy's shoulders, his cock exploded deep within Jeff's ass. The cum filled the boy's anus and overflowed. Bruce strained against Jeff as the jolts of pleasure filled his body as his cum left his cock in spurts and gushes. Biting the back of the boy's neck, Bruce's body tightened in ecstasy as he enjoyed his climax. Jeff screamed as his neck was gnawed on, and the cum splattered deep into his already ravaged hole. Only when his cock was completely drained did Bruce pull out and step away from the boy. Leroy, hearing the fucking noises slacking off, walked back into the bedroom. Seeing the white boy's red ass sticking up, and cum running from his ravaged asshole, made Leroy's cock harden. Walking up behind the boy, he started stroking his hardening cock. "Bruce, while you was having your way with our little white friend here, Alton and I called my uncle at that pay phone by the bar on Nelson Street. My uncle says that since it is Sunday, it will take a while to get a truck, but he can still be here in three hours. He'll bring a delivery truck, and we can clean out this house, and then hides behind all the furniture. Ain't no police checkpoint gonna want to unload a packed moving truck. Once we get back to town, we'll all scatter and disappear while my uncle will hock the furniture and that will be his payoff for helping us out. Until then, why don't you and Alton continue to look around this place? I am sure you can find some good treasures. I already done found some guns and jewelry in the master bedroom. Check out the medicine cabinet too. I found a bottle of Viagra. I took some as soon as I finished fucking our new friend here. I figure that in about forty five minutes, when this Viagra kicks in, I'll be fucking his tight little ass for the next nine or ten hours." Then smiling from ear to ear, he laughed and said, "I found these too" as he held out his hand and showed off a large black ten inch dildo. Snickering he said "I guess this and the Viagra means this boy's momma likes a big hard dick." Turning his attention back to the Jeff, he poked Jeff's right ass cheek with the dildo. "Do you like big dick too, huh, boy? You like your momma? You like a big hard one shoved up your hole?" Jeff, dazed by the pain of his body, heard the man's question, but it seemed as if the man's voice was far away. His whipped ass, back and legs, combined with his bitten neck and ravaged asshole completely filled his mind with pain, almost making him senseless to his surroundings. But the boy knew better then to ignore his tormentors. Whimpering as he felt the hard plastic dick pressed into his ass checks he looked over his shoulder to look at the thick dildo. It was huge and he knew it would hurt being shoved up his abused ass. "I don't like being fucked. Please don't use that on me" he fearfully said. "Well white boy," Leroy laughed, "I guess if you don't like cock, you just ain't had enough. Let me see if I can change your mind." Jeff felt Leroy's hands drop down onto his ass cheeks and rest on his whipped ass flesh. Leroy's fingers opened and caressed Jeff's bruised, but soft skin. He smiled at how the boy's body shivered in fear at the mere touch of his hand on the boy's beaten flesh. The black man's hands slid back and forth, up the length of the young boy's ass crack and the small of his back. Leroy admired the contrast of his black hands against Jeff's white skin, as he lightly squeezed Jeff's warm flesh. Even the red belt marks on Jeff's skin paled compared to Leroy's big black hands kneading and caressing Jeff's white butt. His right hand, fingers together, slid up and down Jeff's ass crack, directly across the boy's battered asshole. The hole was stretched open, and Leroy could see cum deep in the boy's bowels, although some of the other men's seed was leaking from between his ass cheeks, and dripping down onto his shriveled balls. Sliding his hand down between Jeff's splayed thighs, Leroy pushed his hand under the boy to cup the boy's balls and cock. Feeling the boy's shriveled cock and balls, Leroy thought of how easy it would be to crush the boy's sex organs in his hands. He'd always wanted to castrate a man before, and this would be a great time to do it. But his throbbing cock, enlarged by Viagra, needed attention immediately. There would be plenty of time for torture later on. Removing his hands, he bent forward, dropping his body over Jeff, and then laid his full weight down onto the boy. Leroy pressed Jeff into the mattress, his heavy body squashing the boy's slender frame. Jeff felt the muscled chest pressing into his back and the man's hardening cock against his ass. He could feel the man's sweat dripping down onto his skin, and Jeff's nostrils were filled with the unpleasant smell of Leroy's bad breath and body odor. Leroy reached down and slid the length of his shaft downwards so it lay along the boy's ass crack. Then he softly rubbed himself against Jeff, his cock-knob sliding between the boy's butt checks. Leroy dry fucked his trapped victim for long moments, moving his shaft between the spread ass cheeks. Then he slid off the boy, and as he pushed away, Jeff wondered why the man wasn't fucking him, and he wondered why the man had pushed off his body. Then he felt the man's fingers at his butt-hole. A long, straight finger pushed against his sore hole, then dipped inside. Jeff felt wetness, slickness, and knew the oily substance was the same that they had used to lube his ass up earlier. Jeff felt the finger as it pushed into him, forcing it's way past his torn sphincter. The finger pulled out, and there was a pause, then it pushed against him again. Jeff whined softly, his fingers squeezing into his palms. Then Jeff felt Leroy move atop him again. The mattress was pushed down, and the bed moved, as Jeff felt the man positioning his body over his. Jeff again smelled the man's breath, and felt the man's sweaty, wet chest press into his back. This time though the man's cock moved past his ass checks, and Jeff felt the man's prick-head push against his rectal opening. Having overcome some of the shock of being raped, Jeff laid quietly as his mind cleared and his nerves became super sensitive, expecting another rape. Jeff felt the cock pushed against his ass. The cock was soft, and at the same time hard. It mashed against his small round opening, seeking entry. The hardness of the man's shaft was behind it and the weight of his body atop. The hard shaft slid into his body, slowly, very slowly, then as the knob passed his opening, the man suddenly thrust down hard. Jeff gasped and ground her teeth together as the prong stabbed into his anus, slicing down the length of his shit-tube as the strong black man sought to bury his organ deep within the tight sucking depths of Jeff's rectum. The big cock rammed deep into his ass. Jeff's muscles tightened and as the big cock pushed painfully against something deep within his body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jeff cried. "Ohhhh Goddddddd! It hurts. Go slow, Aggh god! Go SLOWWWW!" The cock was huge and Jeff felt split apart down there, again he felt torn and ripped as the fat cock forced it's way deeper into his anus. As before, his mind was assaulted by wave after wave of pain. Jeff again pulled helplessly at his bonds, but his legs remained wide open as another cock slid remorselessly into his body. Inch after inch of black cock slid into Jeff's asshole until the black man's fat balls pushed up between Jeff's buttocks. Jeff could hardly breath from the weight of the big man's body atop his. His uncontrollable screams and gasps of pain only made his struggles to fill his lungs with oxygen more difficult. Jeff closed his eyes and drew a shaky breath, trying to ride past the pain as the big man began to nuzzle his mouth against the nape of Jeff's neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled at the side of his throat, biting with sharp little nips that made Jeff yelp with pain as he closed his eyelids and prayed for escape from the parade of cocks that had been shoved into his body. Leroy began to fuck Jeff's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the boy's asshole as he reamed out his victim's anus. His fat cock slid back and forth in the tight warm opening, with no regard for the boy's pain. Leroy ground himself against Jeff, sliding his body from side to side, then upward along the boy's body, digging and twisting his prick within the white boy's anus. Jeff felt it high up inside him, felt it moving within his body, twisting within the tight tube encasing it. Leroy began a slow, grinding fuck, his belly rubbing against the boy as he humped his cock inside his victims' rectum. He began drawing the length of his prick-meat up out of the anus then, sliding it up out of the tight hole until only the head lay buried within. Then he threw his hips forward, dropping his weight back so his cock drove down into the boy once more. Air woofed out of Jeff's lungs as he felt the cock spear into him. He clenched his teeth tightly against the pain, and tears forced their way through his closed eyelids. Then Leroy began to fuck the boy's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the asshole as he reamed out the boy's anus. His fat cock slid up and down, moving back and forth inside the elastic tube, pumping, pumping and pumping. Jeff trembled, pulling nervelessly against her bonds again and again, feeling only that fat cock inside his rectum, churning faster and faster. As the black man's excitement mounted, the cock pounded down into Jeff's asshole, riding a slippery, gooey lining of blood, and the cum and lotion that had been forced up Jeff's ass. Leroy's cock moved faster and faster, pounding back and forth inside Jeff until the man finally gasped with pleasure and collapsed, his cum gurgling down into Jeff ass tube as he spent himself inside the boy's body. He lay atop Jeff for a short time, then rose and left. Thirty minutes later, Alton came into the room drinking a bottle of beer he had found in the refrigerator. Walking in front of Jeff, he pulled his head up. "Boy every one of us agrees that you is a good fuck." "Yes sir boy, you got a tight little ass, and from what Leroy is telling me, a talented tongue. Now boy if you behave, I'll untie you and take you into the bathroom, so you can relieve yourself, and take care of your personal business. We all took some of that Viagra your old man had in the medicine cabinet. So our little party is just getting started and I don't want you pissing all over yourself, or shitting on the end of my dick. But listen up boy, you try to fight me after I untie you, and I'll make that spanking you got earlier seem like child's play. And you try to escape boy, I'll make you wish your momma never would have spread her lily-white legs to give you birth. Yeah boy, it would be a bad thing if you force me to take that belt to your balls, or get one of your momma's kitchen knives and cut up that little prick of yours. You know boy, it'd be a real shame if you forced me to carve my initials on your ball sack. You understand me white boy." Jeff heard the evil black man's words and shivered in fear. He didn't want his dick or balls to be cut, and he didn't want to be whipped again. His ass, legs and back still stung from the bite of the belt earlier. Jeff would do what ever he had to do to avoid another whipping. Also, his bladder was full, feeling as if it was ready to explode, and he desperately wanted to get off the bed. Just as bad, his arms and legs ached from being stretched and pulled across the bed. But far more important, his asshole throbbed in pain, and he wanted to see if his butt hole had been torn. His ass felt as if he had been ripped wide-open back there. Even his throat throbbed in pain from Leroy's long cock strokes that had reached deep down into his neck. A piss and a glass of water would make Jeff feel better, and maybe his release from the bed would mean his rapes would end, or at least be delayed for a while. Jeff, clearing his throat, crocked "Yes sir, I understand. I won't give you any trouble. Please you don't have to hurt me no more." "Good boy" Alton said. "You is a quick learner." Untying the boy's legs, and then arms, he pulled the teenager off the bed and made him stand in front of him. The big black man standing before him dwarfed Jeff, and he shivered at the man's touch. Told to put his hands together, in front of his body, Jeff offered no resistance as Alton carefully tied his wrists together. Watching Alton tie the rope, Jeff recognized the piece of rope as the rope his father had stored in the garage. It was the same rope his father had used to build his tree swing on the big tree in the field next to his house. Jeff recalled all the happy times he and spent on that swing, never imagining that some of that rope would be used to bound his hands together so that he could be fucked and abused by other men. Tears rolled down Jeff's checks as Alton led him into the bathroom. Allowed to pee, Jeff sat down on the toilet and relieved himself. He then moved his fingers under his balls, running his fingers past his pubic hairs which were wet and sticky from the black men's spent cum. As Jeff carefully pressed a finger into his swollen sore anus, he found his ass battered, and slightly bleeding. His fingers became covered in cum, as he continued to examine his rectum. He could tell his ass was not badly damaged though, and he was relieved that he was not bleeding badly, or completely ripped and torn open. Alton stayed in the bathroom with Jeff, but gave him privacy. Alton was about to practice some of the things he had learned while he had been pimping in the city. Although he had spent years behind bars, the memories of how to break in a young boy into gay sex was still strong in his memory. Alton knew that it was easy to rape a boy. But it was another thing to rape a boy, and then make the boy cum so hard that he begs to be fucked. Alton knew that he had the skill to turn Jeff into a dick-sucking faggot who would crave having his ass pounded by a big cock. Alton was going to teach Jeff how to take cock, and learn to love it.

Same thing I say about far right politicians we have here. People who abstain are in a very high percentage, and then they even say "we have won" Won what! If 61 percent of population doesn't vote... Btw, politicians should consider this as a signal: no vote means no trust, what should be made to create a change? They think to ride the wind of rage, instead.

this whole dragged out election cycle has gotten so depressing i long for those 18-22 yo years where i went into Nov barely knowing who the two candidates were.

I love them both, and they can be great ways to be degraded in a dom/sub scene, but they can also both be part of mutual piggy play (pissing/spitting on each other, not just one way).

Chapter 7: Crossroads Steve came home to New York from the Puerta Escapada trip feeling more and more discontented, even to the point of frustration with himself and his life. His scenes had gone well, he’d gotten a generous pay packet from Daniel’s new company, Hawaiian Nine Films, and he’d enjoyed a week of tropical sunshine. Perhaps most important, he felt that he’d made some progress in cracking Daniel’s prickly shell and building at least the beginnings of a friendship. From everything he’d heard about the Hawaiian Nine, that was the one thing that Daniel’s life was sorely lacking – apart from a family, and there had been many melodramatic rumours about what had happened to him in that department. It was just one of the paradoxes of Steve’s life that, while his Rod Rammer screen persona was demanding, forceful, and largely self-centred and self-interested, the real man under the character was none of those things. By nature quiet, kind, caring, and even gentle, Steve was now (at the age of 34) beginning to understand just how much stress the constant projection of “Rod Rammer” was causing him – and it was due to the disconnect between the character and his own personal truth. Part of the problem was that, unlike the screen or stage actor, he had to keep living his character 24/7, since any failure to do so could harm his career. His frustration stemmed from the fact that, like Daniel, he wanted to work with people who shared his commitment to doing this work as thoroughly as possible, bringing a full sense of immersion and involvement to every scene, every encounter – and once again, there had been Erik’s posturing and self-adoration (although he had worked much better after Steve had used the Rammer and the Ten-Squirt-Money-Shot to choke him), and James’s unwillingness to even try to perform. There had been too many Eriks and too many Jameses over the last few years, and as Steve moved into his thirties he had even less patience with that kind of dilettante nonsense. Then there was his frustration with himself. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the career path he had followed had been, in many ways, the path of least resistance. He’d let himself be seduced by the easy money he could make by just waving his huge cock around in public – a line of work which (as he told himself in a fit of self-loathing) required no particular skill or effort to improve. Not least, he was now reaching an age where he was more conscious of the ticking clock. It wasn’t just the fact that at 34 he was finding it more and more of an effort to try to keep himself in top condition so he could maintain good performance at all times. There was also the sure knowledge that, sooner or later, another cute young guy with an awesome cock was going to come along and knock him off the pedestal he’d occupied securely for over a decade. Finally, and not least, there was the nagging hole in his own personal life. Steve had always known that he needed a man by his side, a partner who could share life with him in all its possible variety, and he didn’t have a man. It just wasn’t possible to pursue a good relationship as long as he was working in this field – not the kind of relationship he wanted. He knew that he didn’t want to try to form that kind of bond with another porn performer, and definitely not while they were both still working. The truth was that the homebody in Steve’s personality was making its slow way towards the surface, and his desire to change career paths, to settle down, to have a home of his own with another man, was pushing harder and harder at him with each passing year. All these negative vibes combined to give Steve the feeling that his work, at times, was just like a prison cell, locking him within its confines. None of this deterred him from continuing to work, but it did slow the pace somewhat. His fees were high enough now that he didn’t have to dance constantly, or rush from one film gig to the next, just to pay the bills. He had reached a point in his career where he could (and did) accept an exclusive contract with the most top-notch of his regular studios, a contract which gave him the option of selecting film gigs on the basis of confirming in advance who his scene partners would be, always with an escape clause which stated that he wasn’t bound to proceed with some other model if the specified partner(s) failed to appear. His financial future was completely secure, not least because his older patron had retired and gone to live full-time in Costa Rica – but had let him keep the condo in New York at the same bargain-basement rent. This allowed him to squirrel away plenty of money, and to build up a healthy nest egg for his own future. Although they didn’t work together again for quite a while, Steve watched from a distance with pleasure as Daniel’s fortunes shot up like a rocket. The quality of his productions for Hawaiian Nine Films was the talk of the industry, and his films and performers regularly scooped significant numbers of trophies at every major gay porn awards presentation. Steve watched a number of them, and he was both flattered and amused that Daniel had mandated his signature style of money shots as the type of cum scene that he wanted from all of his models, even adopting it for himself in the appearance he made in every film. Apart from the money shots, every one of these films was made on a location shoot in a different resort area, and the incredible scenic views captured in the films made them into travelogues of the gay world, by day and by night. The scenic surroundings enhanced the sizzling sexuality of many of the scenes. It was a pleasure to watch Daniel’s work, undoubtedly, and since his films always managed to be incredibly hot, it was also a pleasure to work out a load or two while watching one of them – usually right after one of his own shoots, when his cumshots had dwindled down through overuse from “awe-inspiring” to just about what a normal guy would consider “a good one”. As his porn career slowed down, Steve used his spare time to begin taking online courses in business management and marketing, reasoning that such training would help kick the door open in any number of future career options. He also began focusing on conversations with clients in the business world, seeing if any pearls of wisdom would drop in his path as a result. One of these men told him, “Whatever you do, with your attitude, don’t ever think about going into human relations.” The irony. He had a good hearty laugh over that one later on at home. He kept working for a few more years, mostly out of indecision. He knew that the time was coming, and that he had to be ready to get out when the opportunity presented itself, but so far that had not happened. Steve knew that his heart wasn’t really in the work any more, but he was looking for a sign – maybe not a brilliant new star blazing in the heavens, but he’d settle for a road sign with an arrow pointing to the off ramp. That was his own term for what he needed, and the sign appeared in front of him during the week after his thirty-seventh birthday, when he was out in Los Angeles for a film gig. He'd completed his scene that afternoon, a rousing fuck and the usual massive cum shot into and over the swelling ass cheeks of a cute Scandinavian blond named Sven. But then, he had broken one of his own unwritten rules, setting up a date for that night with one of the cameramen, a muscular, sexy black guy. Steve felt sure he could get that man’s meat inside him and arranged to hook up at a well-known bar. Then, just as he was about to leave, the company owner came to him and asked him to take on one more scene in two days, as the planned top had just tested positive for some nasties. Helpful Steve agreed to the additional scene at once, and then Second Thought Steve realized that he had no way to contact Aaron, the cameraman. He knew that he’d have to go through with both commitments, even if his final cumshot for the scene in two days’ time was less than his usual epic load. He did take good care, though, not to get recognized by anyone. If he were to be recognized, he’d get swarmed instantly. He slipped quietly into the bar, dressed in baggy jeans and a hoodie, with the hood pulled low over his face. Then he leaned back against a wall and scanned the room looking for the tall, black stud he was to meet. After about thirty minutes, he realized that he’d been ghosted by Aaron. “Fuck it,” he thought to himself, “I’ll just get a drink and then leave.” And then he tried to muscle his way into the tight-packed mob in front of the bar. At an impasse, he glanced around, and saw that the guy right next to him was looking down, searching for a gap he could push his foot into to get closer to the bartenders. Before Steve could adjust his position, the guy’s eyes caught the bulge in his jeans, and his head swivelled up to catch Steve’s eye, at which point his own eyes widened comically. Steve leaned close to him and said, in an urgent undertone, “Don’t say anything – please.” “How about, ‘Let me buy you a drink.’ Is that okay?” Steve nodded and mouthed “Margarita” at him. Then he stepped back and let the other guy do all the pushing and shoving. He felt safer once he was a few steps out of the crowd anyway. In about five minutes, the guy pushed back out of the crowd with two margaritas in hand, and then steered Steve over to a quieter corner where there were a couple of free seats. Steve flopped into a chair with his back to the crowd of men in the club, and the other guy sat down across from him, planting the drinks on the table. “Before you ask, I’m not working tonight,” Steve said, by way of an opener. “I guessed that. I’m Jim, by the way. Why are you here, then?” “Just needed to get out for a breather. Day after tomorrow, I have to work with a real creep on my current, uh, ‘job’ (he emphasized the word with air quotes) – and I needed to get away from him for a bit. I was supposed to meet one of the crew here, but he ghosted me.” “His loss -- he got scared, huh?” “Story of my life, it happens all the time. If they only knew….” His voice trailed off. What had prompted Steve to let that bit of thinking loose, he couldn’t imagine, but the look on Jim’s face told him that this had been the right guy to tell. His secret was safe here. “What do you mean?” It was a sincere question. Jim sensed that he really needed to talk and was prepared to listen. Steve still hesitated for a few moments, so Jim prodded him a little more. “You can tell me; I won’t rat you out.” Steve sat and thought for a minute longer, and then reached a decision. Leaning closer, he said, “I don’t want to talk about it here. Do you know someplace quieter where we could chat?” “I just live a block away.” Steve tossed back the rest of his margarita. “Sounds good. Let’s go.” Jim swallowed his too, and then walked out of the club with Rod Rammer beside him – and nobody else in the place apparently aware of who’d just been that close to them or what a golden opportunity they’d all missed. Or had they? It seemed plain to Jim that the world-famous porn stud was hiding out tonight, but he wondered if the reason might have to do with something other than his career. They walked in silence down the street, around the corner, and Jim led the way into a building and up to his third-floor walk-up. He led Steve into his apartment and offered him a seat and a drink. “Thanks – but just a Perrier with ice if you have it. I can’t afford to drink too much the last couple of nights before a shoot.” “Take it with lemon?” “Yes, thanks.” Jim set up the glasses with ice and lemon, opened two bottles of Perrier, and set them down on the table, then sat next to his guest. Steve poured some for himself, and then sat there, staring at the bottle as he turned it slowly around and around in his hands. Jim was already expecting his next question, and Steve went right where Jim guessed he would. “So, how did you spot me?” Jim pointed at the clearly visible lump in his loose jeans. “Do you really have to ask?” Steve groaned. “There’s just no way to hide the damn thing. Let me tell you, it’s not a blessing, it’s a curse.” “That doesn’t stop half the tops on the planet from wishing they had one like yours.” “I know. Idiots have no idea what they’re wishing for. In films they have to pair me with bottoms whose holes are pretty much wrecked. I have no idea what a nice, tight newbie feels like because they all run screaming when they see it.” “I’d have run away when I was just getting started.” “You don’t know the half of it. Several studios have wasted time and money on at least a dozen scenes that never got finished because the bottom either couldn’t take it or else he lost his nerve and took off without even trying. But that’s not why it’s a curse.” “What then?” In his films, Rod Rammer was always an aggressive, take-charge, go for it now, and no hesitation kind of man’s man. Right now, though, the guy sitting beside Jim was so hesitant that it made him seem like a completely different person. Jim realized that he was seeing the real man, not the screen persona. Steve took a deep swig of his Perrier. At last, he spoke. “It’s a job. The money’s good, and I earn it. I put in a good day’s work and the guys financing the films are as happy as pigs in shit. But, see, they don’t give a royal flying fuck if the people working in front of the camera are happy. It’s just “this is who you are, this is what you do” and no arguments. “And you’re not happy?” “No, I’m not. I go through the motions because it’s my job and I pride myself on doing that job thoroughly. I’ve been doing it for years, as I’m sure you know. I’ve had some fun moments with some great guys, and some awful moments with some rotten ones. Everybody thinks I must be happier than a pig in shit myself because I get to fuck and breed so often with so many world class studs and cute twinks under me. But I’m not happy. Truth is, I’m really getting fed up with the whole fucking deal.” “Because…?” One last long moment of hesitation, and then he let it out. “Because I really prefer to bottom.” Jim’s jaw dropped halfway down to his own lap. Steve went quickly on, the words spilling out in a rapid gush of feelings as if he’d been trapping them inside himself for far too long – which, of course, he had. “Yeah, I know, what kind of a weirdo nutcase am I, sitting here with the dick of death that so many guys dream of having, and I’d rather have someone else shove his dick inside my ass. But that’s it. I want to get fucked. Not just once, or twice – a lot. It’s so damn frustrating! Not one guy I hook up with will ever do it, because all they can think about is trying to get my cock inside their holes. And the studios? No way are they going to finance a movie with that in it. If it ever gets out that the Numero Uno Top Stud in gay porn is really a bottom at heart, my career is toast.” Tears glistened in his eyes, as he let all of his deep-held frustrations boil over. He sucked in a deep, shaky breath. “Come here, buddy. Closer.” Jim got his arms around Steve and hugged him, stroking his back to soothe him and help him calm down. Steve put his head down into Jim’s shoulder and Jim held him close. His shoulders quivered a few times, and Jim reassured him calmly, quietly, “Breathe. Breathe deep. It’ll help.” They sat like that for a few minutes while Steve slowly got himself under control. Then he lifted his head up and said, “Sorry for letting go like that.” “It’s all good.” In after years, Steve would say that this was the exact moment when he retired from porn. He could feel the caring and consideration flowing from Jim, in strong waves, and sensed that he had found a kindred spirit at last. And then, Jim sealed the deal. He raised one hand, grasped Steve by the chin, and pulled him closer still until they were looking into each other‘s eyes. Even the colour of the eyes was a perfect match – near-identical slate grey on both men. With a smile, Steve moved to kiss Jim. That set the game afoot. They kissed tentatively at first, then more deeply. As they kissed, Jim slid his hand down Steve’s back until it reached his ass. One squeeze with his hand, and the kiss caught fire. Jim was kneading those tight buns firmly, and Steve had his hand clasped around Jim rapidly growing cock. But then Steve stopped and pushed Jim abruptly away. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to do me -- but I can’t cum. I have to save that load for the creep.” Jim nodded his understanding. It made sense. Sure, you could cum a few times the night before and still summon up some sort of dribble of a money shot for the cameras – but a “Rod-Rammer-Ten-Spurts Money Shot”, the kind that was featured in the breathless blurbs on every gay media source you could imagine, needed to be prepared carefully and saved for the real moment of truth. Jim didn’t let that worry him. He just went right back to kissing Steve, telling him between kisses to just let him know if he felt dangerously close and they could stop. Then Jim stood up, drawing Steve up with me. They walked down the hall to the bedroom and began undressing each other. And that’s when Jim got the feeling that he was stuck in some weird kind of dream. Here he was, with the most famous (or infamous) giant piece of man meat in the gay porn industry staring him right in the face -- but the owner of that meat, the notorious Rod Rammer, didn’t want Jim to be giving his gigantic dick any of his attention. As much as Jim had fantasized about getting that enormous thing inside him (there weren’t many gay men who hadn’t), he knew that he wanted to -- no, needed to -- give Rod Rammer, just for once, the kind of sex which the man behind the screen name craved so badly. So, he spun Steve around, dropped to his knees, and buried his face in the tight crack between those small, curving ass cheeks. That was weird too. Somehow, his massive dick and equally huge reputation made Steve seem much bigger than he actually was. He had broad shoulders, yes, but they were almost disproportionately large compared to the rest of him. His waist was tight, and his butt cheeks looked almost twink-tiny. Once Jim got going, though, he stopped worrying about it. He was versatile, loved bottoming and topping equally, and was more than happy to have such a sweet ass begging for his attention. As Jim lapped and tongued away, Steve was moaning loudly above him, and muttering things like, “Jim, that’s incredible – don’t stop!” After a few minutes, he began prying into the hole with his tongue, twitching the tip to get that ass to loosen up and open. It didn’t take long. Steve might not get fucked that often, but he knew the drill perfectly well, and knew how to relax and let his muscles loosen. Before long, Jim had his tongue digging right into that hole, alternately with his finger, which he twisted and corkscrewed around to loosen that neglected ass even more. At last, he felt Steve was ready. Jim stood up, grabbed the lube, and greased up his cock – then shoved a couple of lubed-up fingers inside that channel. Steve moaned again. “You ready?” “Damn right. Give it to me.” “Get on your back.” That was Jim’s favourite position. He loved watching a guy’s facial expressions, and looking into his eyes, connecting with him while screwing him. On this night, making the connection personal and intimate was probably more important for this bottom than it had ever been with anyone Jim had ever fucked before. Obediently, Steve laid down and hoisted his legs, pulling them back to his shoulders. It was a sight for sore eyes, with his hard dick stretching itself halfway towards his face. Jim didn’t think that the old expression, “the third leg,” had ever looked so appropriate. He knelt there, looking Steve over, and then moved the head of his respectable seven-incher to rest against the hole. Jim pushed – gently, but firmly. The head popped inside quickly, to his surprise. But of course Steve was a pro, and he knew how the game worked. Jim held it there until he sensed that Steve was ready for more, and then began to lean and push. Slowly, his entire length disappeared inside Rod Rammer’s tight ass. He was tight. Jim could easily believe that the Rammer had only ever been fucked a handful of times and hadn’t had a cock in him for years. He took it easy, pumping gently in and out while kissing Steve with full tongue, until he felt the tight hole beginning to work with him. Then he began to pick up the pace. Jim used all the best techniques he’d mastered over the years, varying the speed, the angle, and the rhythm of his thrusts. Steve’s almost-virgin-tight hole was stroking his tool too effectively. He tried to think about anything else to avoid peaking prematurely -- the quarterly results from his company, the long-range weather forecast, the probability of a drought in coffee-growing areas -- but he just couldn’t stall the inevitable. This was going to happen. Jim was cumming -- and cumming very soon. “I’m gonna cum – where do you want it?” “Inside me, of course. Fill me up, give me your fucking load!” That’s all it took. Jim’s cock exploded inside Rod Rammer’s now-loosened fuck tunnel, pumping shot after shot of cum into him. Jim collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, his still-hard cock firmly lodged inside that satisfied ass. And Steve was definitely satisfied; he was purring like a contented cat. “I’m sorry I came so fast. I don’t know what got into me.” “Do you hear me complaining?” Jim laughed and admitted that, no, he hadn’t been hearing any complaints. Then Steve added, “Besides, who said I’m letting you off with seeding me just once?” It took a while (Jim certainly wasn’t eighteen any more), but eventually his cock rose to the occasion and delivered a second load inside that sweet hole, after a much longer and more vigorous fuck that included a much greater variety of positions. After that second climax, as Jim cooled down and then slid out, he realized that Steve was dozing off, and looked at the clock – 1:15 am. Jim leaned over and murmured in Steve’s ear, “Stay with me tonight, okay?” Steve nodded, mumbled a sleepy “Thanks, Jim,” and checked out. Jim kissed the back of his neck, pulled the covers over both of them, and went to sleep, embracing him as his happy ass cushioned Jim’s satiated dick. Around 7:30, in the morning, Jim awoke to the unmistakable sensation of a hot mouth working on his dick. He stroked the head as it bobbed up and down and said, “Good morning.” “Goo morrn” was the response, a little mumbled, which wasn’t surprising as his mouth was rather full and busy. It only took a few minutes before Jim felt his sperm rising again. He warned Steve that he was about to cum, and Steve redoubled his efforts until Jim’s morning load pulsed out into his mouth, to be quickly swallowed. He came up, kissed Jim, and said with immense satisfaction, “That’s something else that the damn studios will never let me do!” He seemed to Jim to be a completely different man this morning, bright and cheerful, with a real (not faked) sparkle in his eyes. That made Jim feel good. And it nerved him to make a little request. “Can I get you to do a little something for me?” Immediately, Steve looked guarded and suspicious. “What?” “Nothing heavy or awful,” Jim said. And then he outlined his request. Steve demurred at first, but Jim assured him that it would only be for a minute, just long enough to take a no-faces picture. He had his camera in place on the tripod, as always, and ready to go. At last, Steve agreed. Jim dived onto his cock, sucking and slurping at it until it came up to full mast. He had to keep rising higher and higher off the bed to keep up with it. Then, he grabbed the lube, greased that pole and his ass, tossed the lube aside, grabbed the camera remote control, and proceeded to sit down on the most famous cock in gay porndom, facing Rod Rammer’s feet. Jim was only able to get about half of it into him, but that was enough. Two pictures later, he got a wet cloth and washed off Steve’s dick and his own ass. Then he showed Steve the pics – and Steve agreed that they were discreet enough to keep him from getting in trouble with his current exclusive studio contract. The most important detail was that Jim had gotten the distinctive mole on the underside of the shaft safely concealed inside himself before hitting the shutter button. They enjoyed a languid shower together – no more fucking or sucking, just a lot of pleasant sensual caressing with and without the soap. Each of them quickly found out another similarity between them: both were touch-sensitive in a lot of areas of the body, not only the usual main target zones. After a late, leisurely breakfast, Steve had to go. They exchanged phone numbers, and then Jim asked him if he could share his real name. “My name is Steve – Steve Rotherham.” “Jim Radstock.” “I’d like to see you again, Jim.” “That would be great,” Jim replied, and really meant it. Somehow, though, it seemed unlikely that the two of them, living on opposite sides of the country, would ever meet again. Six months later, his studio announced that the legendary porn star, Rod Rammer, was retiring “to pursue other interests.” That announcement triggered an avalanche of anguished protests on the studio’s social media channels. Steve got hit by a much more pleasant avalanche, of congratulations and best wishes from dozens upon dozens of people whom he had met and worked with, from New York to Los Angeles, not to mention Canada and Europe. The respect and affection all of those people felt for him was unmistakable. Steve was totally overwhelmed by the love shown to him from across the industry. Jim smiled broadly when he read that Rod Rammer was retiring “to pursue other interests,” certain that virtually no one among his legions of distraught fans, and very few people even in the porn trade, would have the slightest idea what those “other interests” might be. He sent Steve a congrats and best wishes text message. Steve smiled even more broadly when he read that one. He certainly hadn’t forgotten Jim. He sent off a quick “Thank you, Jim” in reply. As it happened, Jim was wrong. There were a few people who easily read between the lines of the announcement – among them Calum and Matteo, both of whom had maintained contact as friends with Steve throughout his meteoric career. The Hawaiian Nine, too, certainly got the unspoken message, loud and clear – as well as drawing inspiration from the spoken one. In his characteristic thoughtful manner, Steve sent thank you messages to everyone who had written to him. Then he registered for a college business administration and marketing program in Denver, a city he had rarely visited. He sent a detailed letter of thanks to his patron in Costa Rica, informing him that he would be vacating the New York condo on August 31 and would arrange for it to be given an end-to-end deep cleaning, and thanking him sincerely for all his help and support through the years. After that, Rod Rammer disappeared, as thoroughly as if he truly had dropped off the face of the earth.

Oh and I forgot to mention that I met my first boyfriend after I moved to San Francisco in 1995 in the back room of the old My Place bar (aka THE My Place, to distinguish it from your apartment). B and I dated for about 9 months and are still friends. He was the first person introduce me to fisting, though I never took his huge paw in my hole. He did take me to a fisting party where I first took a hand. Hilariously even after we broke up, B maintained a relationship with, of all people, my mother. They continued to exchange christmas cards until Mom died in 2017. Sometimes you meet the good people in the lowest places. 😉

Absolutely. Especially when He is consciously opening that "hole", it's like a door into a room within a room (womb within a womb?). For me, there is physical fuck and mind fuck. and connection is effected by both. i've had Guys pound my second hole who didn't seem aware of what they were doing or where they were. Then there have been Those Who obviously know when they reach that place and purposely/knowingly open and enter it. Conscious breeding always connects me deeper to The Breeder. For me, "breeding" is more than His Seed or Piss, it's also His penetration and opening of me. From a physical standpoint, once He has planted His Cum or Piss past that place, i'm going to retain Him and absorb Him and it's made possible because i can use that same curve to help hold and keep Him inside of me.

A few of my favorites...

I personally get turned on from certain sweet or pungent piss smells. Like some men’s rooms have piss on the floor and some gyms have so much piss that the floor is yellow and greasy with nectar smelling urine. It’s hot and my secret fetish.

My buddy's fat cock in my ass.

Oh man I was in Dallas on business some years ago and had some seriously tacky fun in one of those bookstores. The weirdest part was another guy asked me if I was hungry after I came out of a booth; I misunderstood thinking he was asking me to suck his cock. He was a really hot guy; handsome as well as built cowboy type and he had a bulge in his jeans that looked very promising. I agreed and turned to go back into the booth. He grabbed my arm and stopped and asked where I was going. We got that figured out and I really did go grab dinner with him … then went to his place and had dessert. We both had seconds and thirds before I went back to my hotel in the early hours of the next morning. So I have very fond memories of Harry Hines Blvd!

Maybe not disgusting, but I did end up filthy. My wife was away but I didn't want to host. A guy with a BBC who had bred me before wanted to meet up. We met nearby at a Taco Bell and decided to find a place in the industrial area nearby. This was at night, so all the businesses were closed. We parked behind a building and went behind a dumpster. I pulled my pants down, bent over, and he eased his big cock in my ass. Just when it was feeling good, we saw headlights coming down behind the building, most likely security. We got in the car and left. We drove around and found a construction site that was empty. They were renovating a building. While we couldn't get into the building, there was a block of concrete outside that was the perfect height for me to lay back on and have him fuck me missionary. He was back in me in no time and fucking me good and hard. After about 10 minutes, he shot a huge load in my ass. When I got home, I was covered in dust and dirt, but it was worth it.

And the lawsuits have started. This is from Corey Silverstein - one of the top adult industry lawyers… xHamster, Chaturbate and Aylo all have the money to fight these lawsuits. (Aylo also owns sites like Sean Cody, Men.com and Reality Dudes). So it's good that they're the ones being sued, not little players like me. And it explains why I've taken such drastic steps - I do not want to be the test case… But the bottom line here is that if you voted for Paxton (or guys like him) - then you caused this mess. If your friends and family voted for Paxton (etc) then they caused this mess. You get the government you vote for. Politics really do matter. Who you vote for matters. Voting for the lesser of two evils really does make a difference.

Hey guys, If anyone is interested in a wank and porn video chat, hit me up on KIK. DBS_4DADDIES

I started going to XXX bookstores as soon as I turned 18, and man, was my inner pig unleashed. After my first couple of visits, it became my goal to see how many cocks I could suck every single time. If I sucked 5, I HAD to suck 6. If I sucked 20, I HAD to suck 21.

My older cousin started fucking me at 7. I had been sucking him for a year or so before he trained my hole to get fucked. He had a horse cock too. I loved it. He taught me to call my asshole a cunt and my little cock a clit. I used to go to elementary school with a stretched cunt and cum leaking out.

Dad’s Basement Part Seventeen After about eight hours on the road, not adding in the time it took for us to get fucked and bred at the rest stop, we exited the interstate and heading down a road that look like it had not been repaired since it was installed. There was nothing for mile, just empty fields. We drove for what seemed like hours, until Dad turned the truck onto a dirt road. “Have you been here before Dad?” I asked, “you act like you know where you are going” “Yes Son, I have, three times” We entered a wooded area, very dense growth. I looked around to see if I could see any of the resort, but nothing shown. About a mile in the woods began to clear, opening up to a big area, we drove through a gate to a house and parked. There were a lot of cars in the area. “Okay Son, we are here, get the bag and let’s go” Dad said, pushing his shorts off and putting them on the seat between us. We made our way to the house, and entered. A bell went off as we entered a lobby. “Drew you hot fucker, about time you get here” a man said as he entered from another room. The man was naked, his very skinny, which made his cock look huge. It flopped back and forth as he walked across the lobby to give Dad a hug. I could not stop staring at him. The way his skin hung on his body made it look as if he was skin and bone, almost a walking skeleton. I watched their cocks mash against one another as they embraced. “Damn Drew, is this your boy? The one from the pictures you should us?” “The one and the same, only he’s eighteen now and newly poz. You should have been there when I took his cherry.” “Fuck I hope I get to be the first full blown A.I.D.S load he gets” he said, “I’m Rick” “Matt” I put my hand out to shake his, but he pushed it away and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. “Too late on the first full blown, one of the club members already did that” Dad said as we hugged. “Bet it was that fucking slut Garrett” Rick said laughing. “Yeah, he fucked me, bred me, then told me” I said. “Awesome” Rick said, “you are going to be popular with the men here, but I want that ass first” “I’m game” I replied “Drew, I saved you, your regular cabin, you go settle in while I take your son for a little ride” Rick said, “I will bring him to you” “Sounds good to me” Dad went out a door opposite of the one we entered, as Rick led me to the room he was in before we entered. “Matt, meet my partner in crime Jack” Rick said, “We both are full blown” I watched as Jack kicked back the sheet on the bed, exposing his hard cock that was resting on his furry belly. He spread his legs and motioned for me to get in between them. I jumped on the bed, positioning my head just inches from his cock. He lifted it up, stroking it in front of me. Rick climbed on top of me, his cock resting on my crack and his head by mine. “We have been waiting for this day Matt, ever since your Dad showed us your picture. You were much younger and was only in your underwear” Rick said. Jack offered me a bottle of poppers, which I uncapped and inhaled deeply. I handed them to Rick you did the same. I started to lick Jack’s hard cock, making him moan and spread his legs wider. Rick was slowly moving his cock up and down my crack, leaving a trail of toxic fuck juice. I took Jack’s cock into my mouth and started to suck. The poppers were placed under my nose again. I held the cock about half way in my mouth and inhaled. The rush was amazing. “Put your cock in his boy hole Rick, just like we used to fantasize about.” I felt Rick lift up off me, pushing his cock into my crack. He moved it up and down a little making contact with my hole. Once lined up he pushed in, slowly sliding in. I moaned in my throat, and pushed my ass up, sliding more of his cock into my hole. “He’s got a load in him already. Is it your Dad’s?” I took Jack’s cock out of my mouth, holding it at the base with my hand. “Nope it’s a trucker that fucked me in a rest stop bathroom” Rick’s cock was completely in as I took Jack’s cock back into my mouth. I could feel Rick lower his body on me, holding me down under him. He slowly began to rise and lower his ass, as I was sucking Jack’s cock deeper and deeper. “FYI boy,” Jack said, “we have cameras in each corner of this room and our fucking is being broadcast not only on every television in the resort, but also on our private pay website.” Jack said, “let’s give the men a good show” He moved up to a kneeling position in front of me, grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. His cock moved in and out of my mouth, balls bouncing off my chin. Rick’s ass was rising and dropping faster and faster. Rick moved up to a kneeling position behind me as he pulled up my hips until I was on all fours. I had one dick face fucking me while another fucked my ass. I was hoping that Dad was watching me take these two A.I.D.S cocks. Jack suddenly pulled out of my mouth and sat back down, leaning against the head board. He pulled me forward causing Rick’s cock to pop out of my hole. “Sit on me, facing me boy” I positioned my hole over his cock and dropped down, taking him balls deep. He put the little brown bottle under my nose. I inhaled three times in each nostril. Rick moved up behind me and pushed me forward. I could feel his cock at my hole, pushing in, sliding next to Jack’s. Jack grabbed my nipples, pulling me down more, until I was kissing him. He kept pinching and twisting my nipples as Rick’s cock popped into my hole with his partners. I felt my hole stretch more and more, until I felt like I was ripping into two. He continued until most of his cock was in with Jack’s. Then they start to trust in and out. I moaned loud, as they double fucked my hole. Their cock rubbing together, balls slapping balls. The pleasure was intense. They both moaned and growled. I only hope everyone was not only seeing this but hearing it as well. Sweat was forming on all three of us. I could feel it running down my back and into my crack. They continued to double fuck my hole. Jack put the brown bottle between our lips and blew into it, as I inhaled through my mouth, then I did the same for him, We did this three times, then offered the bottle to Rick who inhaled as well. Rick wrapped his arms around me and pushed his cock in deeper, stretching my hole more. I could feel the pulses of his cock as he shot his death load into me, Jack then bucked his hips upwards, and shot his load too. Their breathing was heavy. I was in ecstasy getting two full blown A.I.D.S loads. I don’t want to cum. They pulled out and I stood next to the bed. They sat next to each other and i bent over taking turns cleaning their cocks. “That was a fucking hot show,” Dad said from the doorway. Rick and Jack just laughed. “Can I have my son now?” I walked over and we left. Dad showed me where our cabin was. Not much in it, just a bed, with a little bathroom behind it. We left and Dad took me about the resort. Our first stop was the pool area. It was a large pool, there were about eight guys swimming around the pool and about ten sunning their naked bodies in chairs around the pool Cocks were hard, sticking up in the air for all to see. Near the back of the pool was an older man laying flat on his back while a younger guy, fucked himself with the man’s cock. We then went to a building that was next to the pool, it was a small dining area, but it was what was behind it, that Dad wanted to show me. It was a completely dark room. “It has no walls, just a big open space” Dad said. I listen closely and I could hear fucking and sucking going on in the room. My cock started to grow. I wanted to go in there right now, but Dad pulled me along to show me more. We went down a hall, passing a bathroom, then out a door. “See that trail there, you can go down there and find men cruising for dick and ass, it leads to a pond where you can swim.” I tried to see if I could make out men fucking but the growth was pretty thick. “You saw the other cabins, but behind them are the bunk house, a group sleep area. Plus there is an area where guys can pitch tents and camp out” “Dad did you having any fun while I was getting bred by Rick and Jack” “Son, everyone was watching you on the big screen tv near the pool, including me. Dicks were hard and everyone was saying they wanted you” “Really Dad” “Yeah and I said that’s my boy” “Damn” “Where do you want to go first”