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One of the things on my wishlist is to take a load from a stranger while I'm camping with the family. I want to meet someone in the shower and let them use me before cleaning up and heading back to the camper. This weekend I came close with a younger top hitting me up on sniffies and telling me he was down to meet. Well of course he never followed through so I was left hanging. Luckily for me my wife drive separately and the kids rode home with her so I fired up Grindr and with in 15 mins of heading home I had an older daddy hit me up and invited me over. Of course Im not turning it down so I headed to his place. I pulled in and parked the truck and camper and he let me in the house. We went to his room and I dropped to me knees and started sucking his dick. He had massive balls so I caressed them while I sucked and once he was hard I got up and bent over for him. I spread my cheeks and he lubed his cock and slid it in. I've been needing a good fuck so my ass offer no resistance and basically sucked his dick in. He only fucked me for about 5 mins before he started bucking and blew his load deep in me. He took a min to stop shaking and pull out after which I pulled up my shorts, thanked him for the fun and hopped back in the truck to finish the trip home with his load in me.

Recap: Folsom 2024 - 40 loads in the ass, 4 loads in the mouth. 3 3somes with couples. 2 dance floor fucks and breedings. Exhibitionist style fuck shows and starting sex with @bareback-flipflop at Bull and Jaxx and encouraging guys to load us up. Showing off with a 3some with a hot guy from London and his ex bf. So lots of highlights! Thursday: Just a relaxed style first day at Folsom. AI had a couple fun hotel hookups then a few loads at Prinzknecht. Friday: Biohazardmen party. I had a quick hotel hookup with a couple first that fucked me hard and deep and bred me sending me off with a loaded ass to the party. Went to the party and had a few more loads early in the party when it still was not too hot and crowded in the main playspace. After it got like that I spent the next hours talking to some guys and mingling and some spontaneous sex between, like when that fat dicked German and Mr. Bbflipflop have the bar a show and fucked and bred me at the bar 🐽 I went back to the play space later and got a few more loads to end the night. Saturday: Saturday I did a salt water flush cleanse (when you drink salt water to flush your colon) and fasted of course all day and finally took Imodium so I was ready for heavy play all night and the next day. I had several very pleasant hookups in the day (I just love hookups and being friendly and chatting) and I got fucked and bred by 2 American couples one of which was these gorgeous bearish guys with amazing dicks and great energy. I had 5 loads in me when I went to the pig party. It was a long 80 min line to get in and another 10-15 for the coat check so I was ready to play around 1am I reckon. Now pig party is very cool and an all out fuck fest but it’s so big that you lose all your friends and you just end up fucking a lot and dancing as there are few areas for mingling and chatting. I was taking dick there continuously and the loads kept coming, I could be undercounting them as it’s sometimes hard to tell when you’re in a 3-4-5aome and your hear moans as you’re being spit roasted for 30 minutes. After about 2 hours of this I needed a break so I went around the area and didn’t find any of my friends so I went to the dance floor. I was there for about an hour first just dancing then sort of flirting with some guys (I love the thrill of flirting for sex). I ended up seducing two guys for very memorable touching each other for 15-20 minutes and making out before fucking on the dance floor and getting bred in front of the DJ 🐽😈 I had a couple more fucks after this but was getting exhausted so ended up going home to sleep. Sunday: Relaxed slow start to the day. Ended up having a few hotel fucks in the late afternoon and then went to some sexy ginger bears basement in Berlin where he fucked and bred me (hot!). Then I met up with my new bud from London and his ex bf. They are hot young pigs so we went to Scheune after first chatting and having a couple drinks and we gave the old guys a fuck show where a guest star came in to breed me hard in the middle before the guys shot their loads into my already very cummy hole 💦 The guys went home as they had an early flight Monday but I went to Bull to meet up with @bareback-flipflop. He is really an expert at getting sex started and groups going so it was very hot joining the orgy with him as we kissed and took loads and he fucked me and all sorts of combinations. I believe he also enjoyed felching my super cummy hole at this point so we spent a couple hours in pig heaven. We then took a break and at that point it was around 3am and suddenly the bar filled up with bottoms so we called it a night all fucked out and happy. Monday: Met up with Mr Bb-flipflop for a little farewell fuck at Jaxx where he loaded me before going to the airport. I took 3 more loads there then 2 more at Bull where a super hot cumdump bottom was also taking loads but he was lazy so I got the loads from the few guys there 😂 And now I’m approaching security check at the airport with a hole full of cum 💦🐽 Amazing time 😈🥰

THIS. This is exactly right. I don't see how anyone with ANY self-respect could reward someone for acting this shitty to people. He doesn't need an "attitude adjusting fuck" - that's what he wants, and then he'll start the cycle over again, abusing more people to get what he wants. What he NEEDS is to be ignored and to learn the lesson that being a shit gets you shit.

I'm all for transcending partisanship, which is defined as adherence to a political party to the exclusion or at least detriment of any other factors. Being anti-Trump isn't partisan, except to the extent that Trumpism has completely captured the Republican Party, which has abandoned almost all of its long-held beliefs in order to back this one individual man. The Republican Party of Mitt Romney, or even both Bushes, would never have countenanced a moral scofflaw like Trump. They'd have excommunicated him for his fawning over authoritarian dictators like Putin, Orban, Erdogan, etc. They would have buried anyone who dismissed American servicemen and women killed in battle as "losers". I don't critique hair color. I do critique fake skin colors, like Trump's spray-tan that is so poorly applied it looks like a partial blackface mask. I call him Orange Julius, Mango Mussolini, and so forth not because of his hair (although to be honest, that combover is ridiculous), but because he's so intent on appearing "vigorous" that he puts a fake tan over his corpulent body and then gets a doctor to sign off on his claim to be 6'3 and 235 lbs when it's clear he's barely 6'1", if that, and closer to 280. Comparisons are inevitable, because it's a fucking election, and you have to compare the candidates to decide for whom to vote. If you don't grasp that basic principle, I hope you're not voting.

Sorry been a while since I posted. Got side tracked the past few weeks. Niall stood there admiring the sight beneath him, Dave's eyes were beginning to roll while he gritted his teeth, bearing the the feeling of penetration. Niall kept eye contact as he told Dave how well he was doing, his lubed up cock began to move ever so slightly of the fully bottomed out boy beneath him. "That's it Davy boy, just breathe and relax. Do just what I tell you, like in work". Tommo, still watching from the couch was stroking his own hard, leaking cock slowly watching the performance. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Niall had told him that his apprentice was game once he was a bit spun but this was something else. Dave was lying on his back across the couch with his head on the arm rest. At the other end Niall knelt, holding Dave's knees on his shoulders, his cock in the young ass. Niall's hips were moving steadily now; long, slow thrusts in and out of the 19 year old's no longer virgin hole. Tommo knew Niall, he was making sure not to scare off Dave qnd make sure he'd be back for more. Chuckling to himself all he could think is how lucky Dave was, Tommo would've gone much rougher...and was planning to once Niall had him nicely warmed up. Shaking himself out of his own thoughts, Tommo returned his attention to the two men in front of him. Naill's pace was still as steady as it had been but by now he was beginning to sweat. The T, the heat of the room, the energy he was exerting, all adding to his perspiration. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the man he was mounting. "Fuck, you're beautiful" he moaned, "such a sexy body and hot ass." Niall turned and kissed the legs resting on his shoulders, running his tongue up and down the shins. Suddenly he grabbed Dave's right foot, brought it to his face and kissed the sole before sucking the toes. Looking down at the young man beneath him Niall was in no doubt he made the right call when he decided to make a move. Dave's hole felt so tight and warm as it squeezed his cock when he thrust. The boy was breathing heavily but Niall kept reassuring him how much of a tough man he was, "takes a real man to take it" he repeated, "good lad, you're a natural".

This isn't my story but one told to me by a buddy. He's happy for me to share. I may add some additional parts after but they'll just be my fantasies. Names have been changed and locations altered. This is a bit of a slow burner but it does get good. I'm just trying to recount what I was told in as much detail as possible. At nineteen Dave dropped out of university in his first year. Having gotten through secondary school with the help of his teachers he thought he was safe enough to drink his way through college and pass too. Unfortunately that plan didn't work out, nor did the back up plan of becoming a professional rugby player. Dave played through school and college and was good but just not good enough. But, because of his sports days he was a built lad; 5ft 10, broad, short cropped fair haired and blue eyes. He didn't have a six pack but is built like a brick shit house. Between his looks qnd popularity he never had an issue pulling girls but he had always been curious since mutually wanking with a mate when he was in his early teens. He figured it was just a phase but still always took a peek in the showers and admired guys on nights out. Anyway after leaving college he retuened home to his small, fairly rural, Irish town. His parents didn't take long to get sick of his lack of motivation and, after a couple of weeks his father arranged for him to do an apprenticeship in carpentry with a guy he knew through his own work. Dave was gutted, he hadn't much interest but agreed when he was basically told it was that or get out and fend for himself. About a week after he was given the news Dave met his new boss Niall. Niall was in his early 30s, about 6ft, lean but muscular body, dark hair, deep brown eyes and a decent 5 o'clock shadow. Dave remembers feeling odd the first time he met Niall, he didn't realise it was attraction at the time, just figured it was admiration for the guy who looked so well kept. "Alright lad, how's it goin?" Niall stuck out his hand to greet Dave. "Uh grand thanks" came the younger man's reply. "So your father tells me you're interested in carpentry, have you done much of it before?" Niall enquired. "Just a bit in school, and a couple of bits at home, but I was decent enough" said Dave. Niall just laughed and, after some conversation they agreed that Dave would assist with helping to finish off a kitchen unit for the week and, after that they'd see how if Dave would stay on. The project was a success, Dave impressed Niall and surprised himself at how much he enjoyed the work. Niall was quite an easy going guy and they got on well. Usually Friday's included a couple of pints after work before Niall dropped Dave home. During this time the two got to know each other well. Niall heard about Dave's rugby "career" and that he hadn't a steady girlfriend since secondary school, he figured college would provide plenty of women. In turn Dave learned that Niall had previously been engaged but it didn't work out. He had his own place on the outskirts of town and was fond of a bit of weed every now and then to relax. It was on one of those Fridays that things got interesting. After a particularly long day Niall said he felt like something stronger and took a joint out of the pocket of hos van. "You don't mind?", he asked Dave. "Nah man you're fine". "You wanna drag?" Dave was unsure, he'd never tried weed, or any drugs, but Niall reassured him it'd be fine. Dave always seemed to find it hard to say no Niall and took his first puff. "Trust me, it's great for the wind down" Niall told him. The two then discussed weekend plans; Dave's buddies all had deadlines for college so he was having a quiet one. Niall suggested he join him in town, he was going to watch a match and figured Dave might be up for it. Dave agreed but he had training that Saturday and would be running late. "No hassle" Dave told him, bring your stuff, you can shower and change at mine". Saturday came and it was a miserable day, non stop rain from morning. By the time Dave finished training he was soaked and miserable. He wasn't in much of a mood go to Niall's but felt obliged. When he pulled up, Niall answered the door in tight black t-shirt that showed off his body, grey joggers and white socks. "Fuck, you look like a drown rat" he said as Dave came in. He showed him to the bathroom and how to use the shower. I'll continue with the story later. There is chem play coming but like I say this took time to kick off.

“DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Getting fucked while hands retrained and cock locked in chastity cage

Ignore him. It will bruise his ego, and you will keep your self respect.

I'm sorry. Am i missing something? Isn't this the original first chapter that we already have? What's been added?

It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

This is not my story, but it’s my favourite chems story so I thought I’d paste it here. From the stories section on nastykinkpigs... My life changed 6 years ago, when I was in a bathhouse in FTL. I was high, been smoking and bumping T for a few hours when I decided to get online in my room. I came across a profile on for this Thug looking Black man not far from where I was located. I told him that I was at the bath and I was hungry for some Black meat. We chatted for a few and he just asked me if I was partying. I admitted that I was and I couldn’t get enough cock. He told me that he would be to the bath in 1 hour, and wanted to know what room I was in. I told him and he told me to continue to smoke and fill my ass up. The next hour came and went and I just thought he was playing and then suddenly he was knocking on my door. Well he was thugged out, wife beater, chains and cap on. He came in and told me that he liked his bitches really high and I needed to smoke up. I continued to hit the pipe as he undressed. I was freaked when he pulled his jeans off to reveal the biggest black cock I had ever seen. It was at least 11 and so fat I couldn’t get my hand to close at the base. The balls were low hangers and as big as golf balls. He had 3 inches of fore skin hanging off the end, just to make the scene perfect. He was perfect, bearded, tatted and he was Jamaican. Well he put me on my knees and told me to start sucking. I couldn’t get enough of that meat in me. I’m a good cocksucker, and was eager to show him my skills. I took as much as I could and he fucked my face, calling me a dick sucking bitch and kept telling me he was going to turn me into a bitch, with a big fucked out pussy. I was so hungry for him, he was laughing at me. After a few minutes he told me to get up, we were going to Miami to a bookstore he liked, that he would drive and I could play with his dick. I jumped up and got dressed and we checked out and headed to Miami. The bookstore was on Old Dixie Highway in a ghetto part of town that I’d never been to. When we parked he told me, he was going to take care of my pussy. If I wanted his cock I had to do everything he told me, if I didn’t he’d leave me here and never have anything to do with me again. I was so hungry for his cock that I said I’d do anything. He told me to give him 20 dollars and bring my poppers and T and leave my wallet in the car. When we got inside, there was a thug guy that he knew working the booth which was behind glass. He paid the 20 and we went in. It was obvious that he came here often. When we were buzzed into the back it was totally dark at first but he led me along a wall and as my eyes adjusted I could see that there were doors on both sides of the hall and it was the nastiest bookstore I’d ever been in. We went to the last door and he opened it up told me to go inside. We both went in and he told me to undress. I quickly took my jeans and shirt off, leaving my boots on, he then took my clothes from me and told me to stay in the room, he’d be back in a few minutes, but he left me with the poppers and took the meth. I thought for sure that he was going to ditch me in there, but I was high and hungry and wanted more of that cock. When he left I sat naked on a small stool watching the monitor with the thug on white porn playing, I was again playing with myself and fingering my hole that was oozing cum from the bath. It was only a few minutes when he returned without my clothes. He told me that the guy at the booth was a friend and he had all my stuff behind the counter, and that it was all safe. Then he pulled an orange-capped syringe out of his shirt pocket and told me that he was going to slam me, if I was going to get any of his dick. I didn’t know what to do, I wanted the cock, but I’d never slammed and I was afraid. The meth in me took over and I told him ok, but I was afraid because I’d never done it. He told me that I’d love it as much as Black cock and I was going to become a pro at taking both tonight. So I stood up and he told me to put my arm on the ledge in the booth near the monitor, so he could see with the light. He then popped the orange cap off and stuck the needle in my vein. I watched scared as shit, but excited at the same time. He pulled back and you could see my blood fill the point, then he pushed it in steady but fast. The next thing I knew I was breathing hard and fast, hot all over starting at my feet and then a huge cough, and my eyes started to blur. I was fucking scared, but fuck it felt good. Instantly I wanted everything in me and he pushed open the door to the booth. There were 3 Black guys outside waiting, I know that they knew what I had done and it turned me on. My thug told me to take care of that meat, that I was a bitch and he wanted me to serve everyone in the bookstore tonight. I was on my knees at the end of the hall with the door open in the dark surrounded by big Black cock. I started to suck and it wasn’t long until I was stood up and bent forward and the first Black cock entered my hole. The three of them fucked me and dumped loads in me while my Jamaican Thug watched. When the last pumped me full I was told to follow. I walked behind my Thug naked with only my boots, fucked up. We slowly walked thru the bookstore. There was a room with a few old torn up couches and chairs in it and a big monitor playing more thug on white porn. My eyes adjusted and the room had a few black men in it with their pants open stroking big Black cocks. I was told to bend over the back of one of the couches and show my pussy off. I then heard my Thug say this is my bitch, and I’m training his pussy tonight, he a fucking meth whore and needs to be fucked full. It wasn’t but a second and I felt the head of another Black cock as it slid into my stretched pussy. The fucking continued for awhile, as I was filled with cum. I was then led down another hall to a dark room at the end of the hall. I felt around and it was so dark I couldn’t see, but I knew there were a few men in the room. We went into a corner where there were more walls and I saw a lighter, where some one was smoking a pipe. I was told to get on my knees and I heard my Thug talking to the guy smoking the pipe, and then it was put in front of me. He told me I was gonna hit it, it was crack and to inhale slowly but keep drawing, he was gonna light it. I put my lips on it and started smoking. It was another first for me, but I loved it. I was a crack smoking meth whore now, serving my Thugs. I was next presented with a fat black cock. I sucked and serviced that meat until he blew a huge load of jizz down my throat. It was only a second and I had more cock. I was later stood up and fucked from both ends, swallowing and getting my pussy filled. I knew I would do anything he wanted at this point. I was now desperate to be a Black mans bitch. In a few minutes we were back in a booth where I was told to wait it was time for my pussy juice again. In minutes my Black Thug Daddy was back. I stood up waiting for him to pump me full of the meth again. The cough wasn’t as intense this time and in seconds I was grabbing my pussy and begging for more cock. My Thug told me he would only feed me after Id had cock all night taking care of all the Brothers in the bookstore. I went back to work. I was now bold, walking up and down the halls, going in every booth I was told to. I was officially a bitch. That continued until late the next day, one black cock after another. Then My Thug Wayne was ready to feed my hungry pussy. Wayne took me to a booth and told me to face the monitor, he slid his big monster cock in me and I was a sloppy mess, with cum running down my legs and all over my face. He fucked me loud and hard, calling me a bitch and telling me that I belonged to all Black men now. I know it was so everyone could hear. After he pumped his load in me he told me to wait, he was going to get my clothes. When he returned we went to my house to clean up and rest. Wayne told me he wanted me to slam, from now on, he would help me to learn and I was to continue to go to the bookstore. That he would meet me there when he could but the guys there would take care of me. I was to smoke crack when I could because it was good for my pussy. I promised that I would, and so it began… It was only two days and I was back at Prime Time getting the deluxe treatment. To be continued…

Last night older and younger couple texted me off sniffles would I be interested in being fucked by a younger and older couple. Sure in about 15 min they came over The older guy was 69 but had a nice 8 “ dick The younger was 23 and had a long but slender dick they said it was a fantasy of theirs to take turns fucking a bottom. The older guy went first as the younger wanted to use his cum as lube both fucked me three times and left me a sore ass but full of cum

I'm planning to, but I need to get a cage first.

So, last night in Berlin. After I was back from the Tiergarten, the Scottish guy I met in Austria and lives in Berlin texted me. We agreed that it would be absurd not to meet again if we accidentally met in the middle of nowhere. He came to the hotel and we spent together really sweet hours. Lots of kissing and hugging and chatting. But one point the tension became so intense that we fucked a huge. I was fucked by 50-100 guys in the last 5 days but he is special. Not only because he has a thick potent cock but because his technique and not lastly his huge amount of load he deposited in me (this time third time). When he needed to leave, we went together to the Nollendorfer Platz. Unfortunately he headed to the U-bahn to home, I went to Bull, because meanwhile @NordicBtmand I agreed to meet there. He came from Scheune, full of cum. I could feel its intense smell when I ate out of his hole. We started to fuck in the back room of Bull. Soon we had been getting a small audience. One of them accepted my invitation and shoved his dick in me, making a nice fuck train in the middle of the room. It was amazing to see Mr. NBtm received one loads after the other when I actually was free. Every time I caught this moment I shoved my dick in his freshly filled hole. I also took one cock after the other but somehow only one bred me. During this session I met a guy with huge cock but he said he was not ready to accomplish what he read on my tanktop. Namely I wore my favourite bottom slut tanktop with the text “come in me bro”. Later I met him again and he stated that he was ready to do that. And he did. Not only fucked and bred me but he literally destroyed my hole. It was an intense and long fuck, also in the middle of the back room. And we also had an audience because I couldn’t stand to moan loudly and yelling encouragement to breed me. We took a break and then recognised with Mr. NBtm that the ratio of bottoms and tops became totally awful for us (my bottom mood). However, after this last fuck I really didn’t mind. I could sleep only 4 hours because I had an online meeting. I hardly could concentrate because I was horny af. (If I would live in Berlin probably I would die in exhaustion 😂😂😂) I had to check out at 12 pm but had long hours to depart from the city to the airport. I had no doubts. I should do what I did last time in Berlin in the same situation. Go to Bull. It was quite empty, but around noon on Monday 10-15 men is not bad. In the backroom only two guys were, on in the sling and a smooth on the bench. His cock was out, he slightly stroked it. I bent over to suck him. It was soft and not too big. But until a short time. Then it became hard and pretty big. I gave him a nice blowjob hoping more. Fuck yes he stood up and facefucked me for a while, when he stopped and pulled me to the very back of the room. Then he pushed me down and shoved his dick inside. He fucked meg quit long changing the slow and rough styles. Finally he stayed fast and hard and moaning loudly unloaded his huge loads. I could feel a couple of drops leaking and running down. I went a couple of rounds when I started to talk with a big older guy, who joined during our fuck session and followed it. He said he was sorry for being bottom. I said that’s okay since I was versatile. He was very glad and gave me a nice blowjob. Then he said he supposed I didn’t want to fuck him. Sure I want, replied and do my best. I couldn’t come, because he needed a break. Next round, in the middle two guys were sitting. A worker and a military guy. The last one has a huge cock. I started to suck him and the worker too. I hoped at least one of them would fuck me but they were sucking guys. After a short rest, I asked the guy I fucked about the time. Still 30 minutes remained. After chatting a bit with him, I went back. Three guys were sitting on the bench. I stepped to the one in the middle. Big cock with a PA. Rejection. Check his mate, soft cock, and rejection. The third one let me suck. It was a bit vanilla for me, so I took his hand on my neck. He got the sign and started to fuck my mouth and throat. I made clear that I wanted more. He also understood it, stood up, went behind me and pushed down. He stated to fuck quite intense but once his hand slipped to my neck. I pushed it forward to sign him to grab it. That was the clear sign that he was fucking a sub. (Footnote: I’m happy and proud of my flexibility: I’m not only versatile but total switch too.) I wore a metal chain with a padlock. I pushed his hand to it. He grabbed it while he was fucking and make a pressure on my throat to reduce the oxygen I could have. He became even more aggressive , spanking me, slapping my face. Once just grabbed my hips, I pushed his hand up to my nipples. He tortured them. He was really rough until he came in me. After he deposited his load in me, I felt I had to check the time. I had to leave because of my flight. I was at the hotel entrance when I got a message from the flight company that my flight delayed by 90 minutes. I texted Mr. NBtm and he invited me to the coffee house where he stayed. I joined him for a cake and apple juice. I only half an hour remained. Not too much. He offered to check Jaxx, the porn cinema in 1 minutes from the coffee house. Entered there. It was almost empty. We went along the labyrinth and almost at the end of it we heard familiar sounds (two bodies clashing in each other). The cubicle was small to join but it strengthened our horniness. We were in the corridor and started kissing and Mr. NBtm was on his knees soon. He sucked me and then I decided to fuck him. He bent over and I did my best. The bottom left, the top come but only was standing. Another top appeared. He looked at us I nodded him and he came closer. He had a really thick dick. I made him clear that I was not only top. He stepped behind me and started to fuck. It seems that this fuck train with Mr. NBtm became our tradition. LoL After a while we continued just of two of us (it was a bit more comfortable). I nodded to the other top to replace me in Mr. NBtm‘s hole. He asked condom. What the fuck??? I fucked during 5 days at least with a hundred men but until now none of them asked for a condom. Mr. NBtm rejected him with the greatest self-evidentially. Okay doesn’t matter (for me LoL). The guy continued to fuck me with his huge dick until he became more fast and loud and added his load to the previous two. He didn’t wait for long, started his top role again, but this time in my fellow pig’s hole. Watching him being ducked turned me so on, I started to beat my dick, with which I was getting closer and closer. I nodded to the top who gave me the place and I gave my farewell load to my friend. With this my Folsom Europe Berlin story ended here but Mr. NBtm stayed. Now the boring times are coming in Budapest. Probably I need a break for a STI treatment. 😈😂Because I’m sure I am going home with some travel gift (unfortunately not with that I could join the ☣️brotherhood). But six weeks after I travel to Maspalomas the pig paradise. I will stay for two weeks. Hopefully my hole will be visible destroyed. And maybe we can meet @PollaDeMiel and we can have stories to share here including to loose my ff bottom virginity.

Beggars can't be choosers.... You gotta take what's coming to you, even if it is a good beating. Just teasing.... thanks for reading my stuff. Many guys fantasize about being the twink who is getting manhandled and being abused. There is a fine line between fantasy and reality. One side is, being safely in your cozy bed, reading my stories and wank on it. The other side is holding your swollen right eye, moaning 'ouch ouch ouch' while your ass getting reamed out, and your hole is getting even tighter. The reason could be my black leather belt strangling you slowly, while I look down at your body with an indifferent look, keeping up a nice and steady pace fucking your worthless cunt. ...just saying hypothetically.... 😈

I love poz talk. In "Scheune" you can quickly take a fresh high toxic poz load in the toilet. I always ask my TOP "are you poz or neg?" I hope you are poz, then you make me happy. I'm addicted to poz sperm. I also love drinking poz piss. But I'm also a good, hot pot. I'm poz and unmedicated. I have a high vl. If anyone wants my plague sperm in the "Scheune", then contact me.By the way, if you are an old wasted, bony looking troll, and are high toxic, then contact me. I want your contaminated sperm inside me. 💦☣🤪

"Donald Trump insisting that he has no connection to Project 2025 sounds like your angry old uncle showing up hungry for Thanksgiving dinner while proclaiming that he has nothing to do with the family as he prepares to eat. Sure, he probably didn't lift a finger to help prepare the meal. That doesn't mean Trump won't pile his plate high with it if he wins a second term as president in November. Trump has a strong motivation to put as much distance as he can between his campaign and the controversy swirling around Project 2025, a 922-page government policy wish list from the hard-right Heritage Foundation. A new poll shows swing voters seriously dislike the plan. And they don't believe Trump when he claims "I have nothing to do" with it. Trump repeated that claim during Tuesday's debate after Vice President Kamala Harris went on the attack, calling Project 2025 "a detailed and dangerous plan" that Trump "intends on implementing if he were elected again." Trump tried to cast Project 2025 as full of "some ideas, I guess, some good, some bad," while also claiming "I haven't read it. I don't want to read it." That part rang true. Does anyone believe Trump would read 922 pages of policy? He'd use it, sure. But read it? No chance." [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/news/trump-claims-nothing-project-2025-080237915.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&segment_id=DY_VTO&ncid=crm_19908-1202929-20240916-0&bt_user_id=rBJM3ZURyQwvApYd%2FmpqIi7K56W3Q7Mjpn2I9aJGGuPVP4s%2FH7rVKsUyGY3dFVG4&bt_ts=1726489442418

Transcending politics is great on the maybe two remaining issues with common ground. One party though is now pro-starvation, pro-children losing limbs in dangerous work environments, pro-mercury, pro-killing disabled people, anti-birth control, pro-forced birth, which includes being pro-maternal mortality and pro-infant mortality, pro-forced adherence to extremely conservative Biblical readings on everyone regardless of their religion, pro-senior poverty and misery. How do you transcend that? “Well , maybe if you only starve most of the children?” “Well, maybe if you’re only killing the obvious gays.” The Republican plan is to make pornography illegal (and this site). Then to categorize being identifiable as gay or trans as public pornography, like Russia’s anti-gay “propaganda” laws. The Republicans started cozying up to Putin over how he mistreats gay people before trump (low-t trump) came on the stage. For decades the Democrats faithfully reached to the center, so the Republicans moved the center further right. But, yeah. You’re the intelligent, principled one here. You’re like my idiot brother who proclaims how smart and educated on issues because he does his own rEsEaRcH, and he’s come to the obviously smart conclusions that Republicans are better for unions. Despite talking to my anti-union aunt and cousin who vote Republican because they’re anti-union. It would just be harmless entertainment if it weren’t for the misery and death conservative policies always lead to.

I had a fuckbuddy years ago that was a great lay. Thick uncut dick and he could go for miles before he put a baby in me, likes to edge in a hole nice and slow and gape it out. He lives over an hour away and we fell out of contact during the pandemic, during that time he met a guy and they got married. His husband is just as well equipped as he is, long fat dick with a big head. And even better, he likes to pound hard. I reconnected with my buddy and met his husband for the first time yesterday. They've got a play room set up at their house and for about an hour they took turns abusing my hole on either a bed or on a breeding bench complete with straps. I felt loads getting pumped into me at least twice, maybe three times. The hubby was a little bit nervous about going too hard and my buddy had to tell him more than once that's how I want it. At one point he pulled that fat meat out of me all at once when they were going to change who was riding and who was watching and I swear you could actually hear the head pop out of my hole. Once I stopped cussing and shaking all I could do was thank him for it and ask him to do it again at least one more time before I left. I drove home sitting on a towel and entire back side of my tighty whities was soaked from all the leak, had to basically peel them off to hop in the shower. This morning my hole is still puffy and sore.

Woke up horny, showered and got on sniffies. This is why I love sniffies, I'm on for a couple minutes and about 15 or 20 minutes later I'm head down ass up waiting for this big cock to walk in, fuck me and breed me. Sometimes the perfect timing happens and glad this time it happened because nothing better than being a cum dump for horny guys with big cocks. This is load #1 for the day, I have no plans and nothing to do all day except hopefully taking more anon loads.

Hearing the door creak open had me panicked for a moment. Looking back, I only had a glimpse of work boots from my vantage point. My heart was pumping fast, fueled by adrenaline—I hadn’t expected this, but decided not to move. I wouldn’t be able to move quickly anyway as my joints were stiff from being on my hands and knees on the sticky floor. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the stall door open up. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice deep and gruff, “love fucking a cum filled hole.” I heard his pants unzip while I opened my bottle of poppers, held the bottle to my nose, and inhaled for as long as I could. My head was fuzzy; he said something I didn’t hear. I felt a thick finger moving up and down my crack, no doubt gathering the cum that leaked out, and then slowly inserting it back into my used hole. I let out a moan, he let out a chuckle. I heard him spit, he removed his finger, and I felt a brief pressure on my hole before he slid in the entire way. He was maybe 5-6in long, decently girthy. Luckily I had cum lubing up my insides. I moaned as he bottomed out, his balls were big enough that I felt them against my ass, and I felt his belly resting on my lower back and ass. I moaned again, lost in the high from the poppers. He said something else, but I could only make out “…nice used hole for daddy dick. Love worthless fags like you, they never say no to my load.” I moaned deeper and longer, pushing my ass back as much as my stuff joints would allow. I didn’t like being called a worthless fag, but I was there being a cumdump taking anon loads, so he must be right. I took another hit of poppers as he started pounding. The rush of poppers overwhelmed me and I almost rested my face on the floor, were it not for my anonymous top’s hard thrusting, which pushed me forward and my face against the wall. He would pull out almost completely and slam his dick as far into me as possible. With each thrust, my dick would twitch sending precum into my jockstrap and forcing a moan out of my mouth. He would mutter under his breath while fucking me until his speed started increasing. “Fucking slut, I’m going to breed your hole,” he nearly shouted. Slamming into me, he put his entire considerable weight on my ass forcing my body on the ground. He growled and made small thrusts as he bred me, I could feel his dick pulsing within me, filling my ass with his seed. He let out a final moan, pulled out, and slapped my ass. I was in shock at being on the ground, having taken another anonymous load while my newly poz boyfriend is at home sick, and still reeling from the poppers, I barely noticed that my second anonymous top had left. I peeled myself off of the floor and gingerly readjusted my cock and balls after being crushed underneath the previous top. My chest and jock were sticky, clumps of dirt and other unknown substances adhering to me. A worthless fag indeed. Standing up in my stall, I put my shorts back on and checked my phone. The poz daddy had texted me back.

Part 13 The morning after the night before found us all back at Tegel Airport ready to fly home. I didn't really know what to think about what had happened in the club. As usual, Neil had spent the night with me and had got up early in the morning and returned to his own room. Neither of us had said anything - partly because both of us were too drunk and too tired, and partly because I wasn't sure it would be wise to say anything. I knew Neil well enough to know that , although he liked to do things, he didn't often like to talk about things - something I knew was a source of frustration for his wife. I had woken up feeling surprisingly fresh and, as usual in the mornings, quite horny. I played with myself for a while, thinking about Neil taking it up the arse and turned on by the knowledge that he had taken two loads up him the night before, one of them being mine! I jumped in the shower and then decided to go down to breakfast. I wasn't very hungry but I was thirsty and soon I had demolished a couple of breakfast rolls, one with ham and one with cheese, three cups of tea, some orange juice and some fruit salad and yoghurt - my favourite kind of breakfast. When I finished breakfast, I went back to up to my room. Yusuf, the young guy who had eyed me up the day before, came out of one of the rooms and our eyes met. I realised he was a bit younger than I had first thought and was probably no more than 18 or 19 years old. Without a word, he followed me to my room and, almost as soon as the door was closed, he had my pants down and my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then he got up, and without a word, pulled his shorts and pants down and bent over the bed. He had a very nice, smooth arse and I was more than ready for a good hard fuck. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my cock against his hairy arsehole. I went up him quite easily and he grunted and bent forward as I began to fuck him. I didn't want to cum too soon, so I fucked him slowly at first, as he gave contented little grunts, and then I began to fuck him harder. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could. I could tell he was enjoying every minute of the fuck, as I was, and before too much longer, I deposited what felt like a massive load of dirty cum right up his arse. When I pulled out, he pulled up his shorts and pants and grinned at me. A few seconds later he had disappeared out of the room, with not a word being spoken between us. A short time later, we were all congregated in the reception area to check out and just waiting for Jamal who, as usual, was last to arrive. I heard Robert telling Jamie and Callum that he had met a woman in a bar the night before and had fucked her in an alley behind the bar. Robert told them she had let him "do her up the arse", something apparently his girlfriend wouldn't allow. "Did you cum in her?" Jamie asked and Robert nodded as they high-fived each other. Jamie had come in for quite a bit of teasing as he had apparently been so drunk the night before, he had pissed his pants on the way back to the hotel. The teasing didn't seem to bother him though and he was on his usual cheerful good form. I had also learned that James had told the others he was tired and had left the group early to go back to the hotel. He too was being teased for being an amateur - but I guessed that there might be another reason he had left early and suspected it probably involved another secret trip to the Tiergarten for some cock. A few hours later we were on the plane heading back to London. Once again I was sitting with Neil and Callum, both of whom fell asleep almost as soon as the plane took off. I was full of my own thoughts - mostly I was thinking about Neil and what we had done the night before. Neil usually had the capacity for drinking huge amounts of alcohol but still being in control of what he was doing. He had not stopped me fucking him - yet he must have known I was not wearing a condom and he must have known I was going to cum in him - yet he had let me do it. I knew that Neil was not the most talkative guy in the world, especially when it came to talking about how he felt about anything, and I knew if he was going to refer to what happened, it would have to be in his own time. My thoughts turned to some of the other guys I had fucked in Berlin, and I couldn't help wondering if I had pozzed any of them. I was somehow fairly sure I had knocked up the cheating ginger guy and also the young nerdy lad I fucked over the table tennis table at the Tiergarten. I don't know why I was so sure of that, I just get these instincts sometimes. Most of the other lads had drifted off to sleep by now, but I couldn't sleep - I was too restless and too full of thoughts. I decided to give my friend Gerry a call when I got back to London. I haven't mentioned Gerry yet, but he's quite an important part of my story and it was him who helped me come to terms with being HIV positive and helped me shape my approach to it. In some ways, you could say he's been a bit of a mentor. I first met Gerry when I was at my lowest ebb. I had been diagnosed a few months earlier, and I was really struggling with meds and had recently come off them. I wasn't sure what to do and I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do. I loved fucking and I didn't want to stop - but I hated condoms and didn't want to use them. In addition, I was subject to really bad attacks of what felt like flu - they usually lasted about 48 hours, but they were really horrible. I was sweating, shivering and sleeping alternately - I felt like shit. The doctors had told me they thought I had been carrying a very high viral load for quite a long time. I can't remember why they thought that now, though they did tell me. I was also having really weird dreams- and in those dreams I kept seeing the faces of some of the guys I had fucked - the same faces over and over again. I was drinking in a gay bar in West London one night when I met Gerry. I had started drinking quite early with the intention of drinking as much as I could so that I could go home and just black out - that was how bad I was feeling. Gerry bought me a drink and invited me to sit at a table with him. I liked the look of him straight away - he was big, stocky and bearded and I realised almost immediately, friendly and caring. He said he could see I was really unhappy and asked me what the matter was. I found myself pouring out the whole story to him - my diagnosis, how I felt about it and all about my dreams. He listened sympathetically and then asked me to tell him more about the guys I kept seeing in my dreams. It was such a relief to tell someone, and somehow I knew instinctively that Gerry would understand. I told him they were all guys I had fucked in the six months before my diagnosis - I had been particularly active in that period, and I now knew that I had probably been carrying a very high viral load at the time. First of all, I told him about the homeless guy. I had been out drinking with a group of friends one night to celebrate someone's birthday and it was well after 11pm when I left the bar and made my way to the nearest underground station. The station was some way from the bar, but it was a warm summer's night and I had decided to walk to get some air. I hadn't been walking very long when I realised how badly I needed to piss. I should have gone to the toilet before I left the bar, but I hadn't, and as I walked along the road I was getting more and more desperate. I looked about for somewhere quiet to go and take a piss, but the road was quite busy with traffic and people. I turned up a side road and, much to my relief, saw a row of shops with an alley down the side. A skip full of builder's rubble meant no one could see the alleyway from the road - just what I needed. I wasted no time in going behind the skip and within seconds I had pulled my dick out and was pissing like a racehorse. Suddenly a voice said "Hey, watch what you're doing!" I turned my head - a good looking guy in a beanie hat was sitting by the skip, a sleeping bag pulled up around him. I had not noticed him and had almost pissed all over him. "Sorry mate!" I said, "I didn't see you there>" I had stopped pissing now and was standing there with my dick in my hand. I looked at the guy. I could see now that he was younger than I had thought at first, maybe late 20s at most and I could also see he was staring at my dick with a look of unmistakeable interest. "No worries!" he said with a grin He was still staring at my cock and I was getting semi hard now. "Nice dick!" he said "Thank you," I said and then added "I'm sorry mate, I really need to do this!" as I started to piss again. He was still staring at my dick. "Do it on me!" he said suddenly. I looked at him in surprise and he grinned at me. "Piss on me!" he said. I moved towards him and pissed all down his chest and onto the front of his jeans, moving my stream back up his body and aiming the rest straight into his mouth. When I had finished he reached out and pulled my cock towards him. Seconds later he had taken it in his mouth and was sucking me enthusiastically. I let him suck my cock for a while and then I felt myself getting close, so I pulled out of his mouth and motioned to him to get up. He hesitated. "I don't know," he said "to be honest mate, I might not be very fresh." I told him I didn't care and I wanted to suck his cock. He hesitated again, but only very briefly and then he unzipped himself and puled his jeans and wet pants own to his knees. He had a nice cock and I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forwards, pulling his arse cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said "Please, fuck me!" I had some lube on me as always, and a few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock against his arsehole. He was very tight, but I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then began to fuck him. I fucked him for a while and then he moaned "Harder, fuck me harder!" I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder, turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that he was so into being fucked. I was getting close now and told him so "Oh fuck," he moaned "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A short time later I shot what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out, he turned around and pulled me towards him. He kissed me hard as he wanked his cock and seconds later he shot his load out in front of him. We were both out of breath and as we pulled up our pants he told me it had been a while and said I had given him exactly what he needed. But now, as I told Gerry, I couldn't help wondering if I had also given him something that he didn't need. I told Gerry of some of the other guys I kept seeing in my dreams - some random guys I had fucked at the Vault, a couple of guys I picked up at the gym and some of my Grindr hook ups. I also told him about the Afghan Uber driver who had picked me up at a gay club and had invited me to sit in the front seat with him. He had shown me a picture of his wife and two kids and at first I had thought he was just being friendly when he asked me about the club I had been to. We ended up parked in a wooded area just off the main road where I fucked him, pants down over the bonnet of his car and shot a big load up his hairy arse as he told me how much he liked feeling the cum up his arse when he was driving. There was also the guy I had met on Christmas Eve when I was out with with some friends for a drink. One of my friends knew him and invited him to join us. David was a good looking dark haired guy, tall and slim and in the course of our conversation he told me he was going to be on his own for Christmas as his partner was away. He told me his partner was not out to his parents and was expected to go home for Christmas. "How old is he?" I asked curiously "He's 34." said David "Oh," I said I suggested going for something to eat and soon David and I were in an Indian restaurant enjoying a good feed. He didn't take much persuading to come home with me, although he was clear that if we did anything it would have to be with a condom. I hadn't used a condom for some time, but he produced one and rolled it on my cock. I began to fuck him, but after only a short time he told me to take the condom off. "Are you sure?" I asked Yes, fuck it - do me bareback!" I didn't need any persuading - I ripped off the condom and seconds later I was up his cheating arse bare. I really enjoyed fucking David and I could tell he was enjoying it too. I fucked him kneeling up on the bed, on my back with him riding my cock, then on his back with his legs in the air and then shot a big load right up him. He stayed the night and I fucked him again in the morning and then we showered together. We were both meeting friends for dinner but we were both still horny and we had another quick fuck before he left, he just pulled his pants and trousers down and I fucked him in the living room, sending him off to his friends with a big load up his arse. Then there was Kieran. He was a soldier I had hooked up with on one of the Apps when I was staying in a hotel in the north of England. He was 19, dark haired and up for a fuck. He told me he was in the army stationed at a base nearby and said he didn't have much time. I hadn't expected him to turn up in his army uniform but I wasn't complaining! He sucked my cock really well and the removed his boots, trousers and pants and knelt up on the bed so that I could slide my bare dick into his arse. We finished with him on his back, legs in the air as I fucked him and pumped a nice big load into his soldier boy arse. I told Gerry about my job and how I often picked up guys by giving them my number when they viewed a property and told him how sometimes one of a group of students would contact me after the viewing, sometimes one half a couple - mostly gay couples, but more than a few straight ones. I told him about Julian - a solicitor who had viewed a very expensive high end flat with his husband and had called me afterwards to see if he could have an additional viewing. He seemed very nervous and I guessed I would have to make the first move. As soon as I did, he was all over me. It was as if he couldn't wait to get his pants down and his arse in the air. He asked if I was going to use a condom and when I said I wasn't he said "Oh fuck! He bent over willingly and I fucked and bred him - his smart suit trousers and his Calvin Klein underpants at his knees. When I had finished he told me he had never cheated on his husband and told me his husband was the only guy who had ever fucked him bareback until now. Gerry listened as I told him about a few more guys. "Why do you think you keep seeing their faces?" he asked me I would have felt stupid saying it to anyone else, but somehow I knew Gerry would understand. "I think it's because I infected them with HIV" I said "You think you knocked them up?" said Gerry "Yes." He looked at me. "You're probably right." he said. I hadn't really expected him to say that but he said it was more than likely and I might find I had an instinct for knowing when I had knocked someone up. He also told me that all these guys had offered up their arses of their own free will - they were all adults and I hadn't forced them to do anything they did not want to do. Gerry said that was their responsibility - not mine. As long as I was honest if someone asked me my status and didn't stealth anyone, his view was that I was acting responsibly. Gerry had told me earlier that he was also positive and not on meds, and now he told me that his doctors thought he had acquired a rare strain of HIV that was largely resistant to meds. I was already feeling much better through talking to Gerry and after we had talked a bit more, he did what I had been secretly hoping he would do - he took me home and fucked me! As soon as he closed the door to his flat, I was all over him. He got his cock out and I went down on him. His cock was pretty big, but as I sucked it got bigger and bigger and soon I was sucking on one of the biggest and thickest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. "That's it," he said "Suck on that big poz cock!" I sucked him for a bit longer and then he turned round and bent over. "Now lick my arse!" he said. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up into his hole. I licked him for a while and then took his cock back into my mouth. A few moments later I was on my back on his kitchen table, my shoes, trousers and pants on the floor as Gerry pushed his cock into my arse. His cock was huge and really stretched my arse, but I don't think I have ever felt so turned on. He looked at me. "I bet this is how you got knocked up in the first place!" he said "On your back, letting guys fuck you, no questions asked!" "Yes," I gasped "You're going to love being positive, aren't you?" he said as he continued fucking me. "Yes!" I moaned, "I'm going to love it! I'm going to fucking love it!" "Good boy!" he said as he began to fuck me even harder. "Take my fuck - let me re-charge you!" "Yes, yes!" moaned. "Please do it - recharge me, fucking recharge my cunt!" "I'm getting close!" he said "Do you want this?" "Oh fuck, yes!" I moaned "I want it!" "Tell me how much!" "More than anything!" I moaned "Fuck me, breed me, give me your strain! Give me your fucking strain!" He started to cum in me. I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. "Tag me, you bastard! I moaned. "Fucking do it! Tag me for life!" Gerry finished cumming and pulled out of me. I knew I was now on a different path and life would never be quite the same again.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Daniel) Daniel was unconscious. His head leaned against the closed window and it appeared he was just sleeping on this trip. I left the Interstate and we drove for a while on a B road. After a few miles I took another exit and we reached a rural area. There were lots of opportunities for me to find a cosy spot in the woods. My dick was hard and ready and I wanted to fuck this heterosexual twink. While driving to a lonesome place I started groping Daniel already. His dick was also hard from the massage. From time to time he moaned. Maybe he thought of his girlfriend or another chick. I didn’t mind. As long as I could get my loaded cum into his hot ass. We reached the place I had in mind. We had to drive way into the forest and I had examined this spot before. Never had I met another person in this woodland. I stopped the car and turned down the engine. “Daniel….? Danny….?“ The guy did not reply. He was cold out. I opened my door and left the car. Slowly I walked around it and opened his side of the door carefully. A broad smile flashed across my face. It was almost too easy. I pushed a button and the seat was lowered automatically. In a couple of seconds Daniel was relaxing on his back. I opened his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Since Daniel was unconscious he was rather heavy. It took me a while to undress him from the waist down. His dick was quite thick, even in his semi hard status. For a second I thought about licking his dick head for a second. Just to get a taste of him, but rejected the idea. I pulled him to me and slowly turned him around, so soon he was lying on his front. In my glove compartment I had some lube. The idea to fuck him dry was exhilarating, but I was a bit tensed, that the boy would come back to senses because of the pain. On the other hand I wanted to enjoy the fuck also, so I decided to use a small amount of the lube, to make it comfortable for both of us. “Don’t tell me, I wouldn’t care…. “ I said and laughed. While working the lube into his ass, I was using my fingernails to scrape the inside of his asscunt. I wanted him bleed, so my gift would find no barriers raiding his body. I tried not to hurt him too much, since he moaned from time to time. Then I got up and looked around. It was dark already and the only noises I could hear were the sounds of nature. Swiftly I just opened some buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the stall. Slowly I stroked my dick and looked down to the innocent guy I picked up some hours ago. I applied some lube on my cock also and entered the car again. Although the door was open, I had switched the light off before. So it was quite dark, surrounded by so many trees, but I didn’t’ care. I would find his snatch easily. I supported my body with my left hand, which rested on Daniel’s left shoulder. My knees were on the edge of the seat. With my right hand I found the twinks ass cheeks easily and rubbed three fingers again into his hole. He was so tight and hot inside. I knew the second my fingers touched his orifice, that it would be a hell of a ride – for both of us. Pulling one ass cheek apart I lowered myself onto Daniels behind. My hard and thick nine-incher had no problems to discover his opening. Without making a sound I went down on him in one slow stroke. Daniel groaned a little bit. Usually the GHB would make sure, that the guy would not wake up so easily. I used this so many times before. It took me a while to find the right kind of dose…. between making someone willing or receptive, or to knock someone out for a couple of hours. Daniel wouldn’t know what hit him, or what happened at all. Drinking the water would be the last reliable memory for him. I started fucking my cock in long strokes in and out of his pussy. Pulling my dick out of his virgin hole and ramming it back in one hard stroke. I repeated this for many, many times. For me, this whole thing was more than just a casual rape or an unwilling date. Daniel would have some pain in the ass tomorrow, but he wouldn’t remember me being the reason why his arse would ache. His pussy was so soft and receiving, it was almost a natural act. My cockhead was pushing deep into his body trying to gain the best of this totally relaxed butt. I would have loved to choke him a little bit. Since I tried this one before, I knew it was hard to explain the bruises the following day. So I decided I would simply do without his asscunt muscle spoiling my invading cock. “I would love to rape your mouth too, you little fuck, but I got bitten before” I told him, although I knew he was not capable of understanding. So I kept my steady pace to get a good feeling out of this puppet. Feeling my balls stir up already, I started to rabbit fuck Daniel. He was actually moaning a bit louder, but I doubt his eyes ever opened. And even if they did… it was pitch dark. He would just remember a bad dream in the morning, nothing more. “Here we go cunt…..” I spew my first cum injection into this cute young heterosexual guy, who just broke up with his girlfriend. But who needed women anyway. “Go and grab my gift you bitch. Absorb my load with your body…. and share it with lots of bitches” I smiled viciously. I was sure Daniel would make up with his girlfriend as soon as he would reach his hometown. And they would fuck like bunnies and so he would help me transmitting my legacy to the willing or unwilling. Who gives a shit. After finishing the ‘bad deed’, it was kind of hard to get this jock dressed up again. But with enough strength and a bit of dragging, Daniel was almost as good as new, when we started driving back to the civilization. I threw the kid out a couple of miles in front of his town. It was a service area with a closed diner and some trucks standing there for a rest. My wicked mind evolved a plan to share Daniel’s body around with other fellows. Maybe my plan would succeed, maybe not…. I would be too far away to know. Usually I write with my right hand, but for this a grabbed a piece of paper and wrote with my left hand a note. It read: 'Drug Addict in need of help. Will do anything for money’ It was a hassle to drag Daniel into a male toilet. There I pulled his jeans down a bit again and laid him on his side. All his stuff I dropped nearby and placed the note directly next to the sleeping beauty. I was on my way home, when two truckers entered the toilets and found this heartbreaking note on the floor. One of the guys fished ten dollars out of his pants and put it on one of Daniel’s bags. “You’re invited” he said to his pal and opened his belt. Enjoy…..

“You ever had coke fingered up your arse son?”, I shook my head making him grin widely again “that’s excellent boy, it will be a whole new experience for you son”, he got up and I could not help look longingly at his thick dangling cock, he smirked “don’t worry Robbie boy, you may be playing with daddy’s cock soon enough”, I blushed bright red as he got a bottle of poppers and the mirror I’d snorted the coke off earlier and settled back down behind me, he held out the poppers to me and I took them, he spat on my hole again and then pushed his finger deep into my hole again, I yelped at the fairly painful invasion “sniff the poppers son”, I did as he said, the rush was instant and my hole relaxed round his finger “ah that’s better son, your tight little boy hole is opening up nicely”, could only moan with pleasure as his digit worked in and out of my hole, I sniffed the poppers again “that’s a good boy, your keep sniffing”, and then “sweet little boy hole, needs lots of attention, doesn’t it son?”, I looked over my shoulder lustfully nodding “yes daddy it does”, he grinned “atta boy Daddy loves playing with boy hole”. By now I was rocking effectively fucking myself on his finger and sniffing the poppers, “time for your bump baby boy, so stay still” I looked over my shoulder as he pulled his finger out of my butt and coated it with the coke on the mirror, his finger probed at my ring “relax son”, his finger pushed into me “that’s a good boy, you keep that boy pussy open for daddy”, I could feel the coke tingling on my anal walls as he fingered more and more into me, my hole was getting looser as he soon had two fingers inside me. Keeping his fingers inside my hole he rubbed his spit slick hand up and down the shaft of my hard cock “oh yeah Robbie boy that pussy is loving daddy working it, now for part two of the game”, I looked as him, his eyes intent on his fingers in my hole “part two of the game is 15 minutes of me playing with you, making it all about you, if you cum within 15 minutes then its all about what Daddy wants”, and then his eyes met mine “so do you want to play or go”, my head buzzing more so now from the coke in my hole and knocking any sense of caution aside I could only smile nodding shyly “I wanna play”. David moved his eyes to mine pulling his fingers out of my hole his other hand still stroking my cock “that’s excellent son”, and then grasping my right arse cheek leant forward “that boy cunt looks good enough to eat so I think I will”. I’d been rimmed before but never anything like this, if there had been and Olympic sport in eating arse David would have won gold, silver and bronze, sensations I never knew possible from having a tongue up my arse were shown to me, I was moaning, sniffing poppers, squirming and writhing under his tongue, his strong hand gripping my arse to keep me from moving too much as the other stroked my leaking cock up and down with a delicate touch that belied his stature. “oh fuck yeah that’s beautiful eating boy, three minutes down tick tock” before diving his tongue back up my hole, sending shivers back up my spine, I swear it almost felt like his tongue was slivering its way up deep inside me. Minutes passed and he kept on, only coming up for air to tell me the counting minutes or to say ‘tick tock’ , I groaned as a felt my orgasm boiling in my balls as he effectively eat and milked it out of me and then I lost it, I could not hold back anymore as spurts of my boy juice erupted from my cock squirting down onto the leather sofa I was kneeling on. Still lost in the afterglow I knelt there as he fondled my balls squeezing the last drips of my cum out “not bad boy, just over 13 minutes”, I looked over my shoulder watching as he shucked his shirt revealing a deliciously hairy stocky body, he rubbed his cock with some of my cum, it looked ‘angry’, bigger and thicker “now its Daddy’s fun time’

So there I was, stark bollock naked sucking on David’s nice cock, it truly was a beautiful knob about 7.5 inches, thick, as I sucked I ran my tongue over the veiny surface eliciting words of encouragement from him, as well as ‘tick tock’ I sucked using every ‘trick’ I had, swirling my tongue, deep suction, everything, I was nervous, I had been fucked plenty of times but not by anything like him, I had tears in my eyes as I worked looking up at him as he smirked “my cock looks great in your gob boy but it will look better up your bum” and always as the minutes counted down, “tick tock 12 minutes left”, my jaws ached but I kept sucking, something in me drove me on as I knew if David fucked me it would be it would hurt, his cock seemed to grow even thicker in my mouth as he rested his hand on my head helping me to bob it up and down on his cock “seven minutes left boyo, sweet I wonder if you’ll do it?”, I held his balls, so big they barely fitted in my hands as I frantically sucked him, and all the time those words over and over again counting down “tick tock five minutes”, then “tick tock three minutes”, and then he grunted “one minute boy, that’s all you have before I get to rape your boy hole”, I sucked harder, I was literally sucking as if my life depended on it but I did not achieve my aim as his final words rang in my head as he pushed my face off his cock “tick tock, times up, now its fucking time”, I teared up, I know I did “I can do it” but he simply smiled in a cruel sarcastic way “nope son times up” I knelt on the sofa, my arse was bright red, he’d not lied about beating me, I’d been spanked so hard that I had tears and snot running down my face, as he’d dragged me over his knee I’d struggled but with that first stinging swat on my big round arse I was shocked and then with every slap of his hand on my bum I became more and more submissive under his control until I just laid over his knees my body shaking with as spank landed on my arse. Back to kneeling on the sofa, one of his big hands rested on the small of my back just above my arse, I dared not move as he shaved my arse and crack with a cut throat razor “if you move boy you’ll get cut”, the cold steel of the blade felt strangely soothing on my hot burning bum as he effectively removed my last remnants of ‘manliness’ away, he was whistling as he shaved me, a song I can’t remember but it was surreal as it was almost as if he was doing a household task rather than shaving a lads arse at least 20 years his junior. His voice had a mix of desire and pure mocking as he cleaned the shaving foam off my arse “sweet, lovely smooth boy bum, just right for Daddy”, desperately I pleaded over my shoulder with him “please let me try again, I can suck you off”, he actually sneered at me as he massaged my hard cock and balls “nope baby boy, my sweet little cub you made a deal and you lost”. He slapped my bottom again, hitting the already red raw tender flesh “so my boy you going to give it up or do I have to rape you?”, my shoulders sagged I did not want to get raped and though I was terrified my own cock was hard in his other hand as he gently massaged it, I was still looking over my shoulder, my green eyes meeting his steel blue ones, I whimpered “please don’t rape me”, he rubbed my bottom and spat on my hole “as you asked so nicely there’s some lube” I shuddered and shook my head “please Daddy, that’s not enough”, I’d called him daddy without even thinking, he smiled at me “I like you calling me Daddy”, I bit my lip looking at him “I like calling you Daddy but”, he slapped my arse making me cry out “but what son?”, I was crying, deep heart felt sobs as he rubbed his fingers up and down my crack, rubbing and feeling my hole which despite my best intentions was yearning for him to fill me, “I need more lube than that, please”, one of his fingers poked at and penetrated me pretty roughly making me yelp as he immediately started to finger fuck me “no you don’t son, and as your Daddy I know best”, and then he sniggered “I may booty bump you if you ask nicely son”, again my naivety came to the surface, showing him how inexperienced in some things I was and as he fingered me and wanked me at the same time I groaned “what’s a booty bump?”. The smile on his face reminded me somewhat of the ‘joker’ from batman “well I’ll tell you what son, I’ll show you then its time for part two of the 15 minute game”, I croaked “part two??”

I'm a 24 yo trans man. My biggest fantasy is being kept as a househusband and being used 24/7, whenever wherever always raw. I'm not on any birth control and would love for someone's seed to change my body. I even want to figure out if I'd be able to use my milk to make soap or something. It would literally be my dream life for someone to be consistently knocking me up

I'm debating on it. Will probably end up giving it a try and see how long I can last.

I'll be at InnLeather for Pigweek '24 at InnLeather.

Oh, I would love to. Unfortunately it is very difficult for either of us to accom. I am hoping we might be able to sort out a day hotel. I will keep you posted.

Yep, bit like taking a load up your arse and not expelling, nothing goes to waste

[think before following links] [think before following links] https://stdcenterny.com/articles/getting-std-via-oral-sex.html - long read, but quite informative.

So, yesterday was a bit different. Yes, in Berlin, if you are ready for sex, you never know how and where to your day goes. I woke up tired after biohazard party. Then I went to visit the Folsom Europe venue. It was amazing. So deliberating. I was just there when a hot Thai guy texted me if I wanted to ff him. I’m a big fun if Asian guys (especially Korean and Thai guys) We met at my hotel and after sniffing a little T we started to make out each other. He positioned himself on his knees and ate his hole. I was fucking him for a while. He was after an all night or early morning fist party, so he was loose enough to change my cock to my hand). I’m an experienced fister and my fistee mates always love how I fist them, but somehow he didn’t like it. Perhaps the chemistry… So we ended and he left. Later I went back to the Folsom Fair. In the late afternoon I decided to relax because I wanted to be prepared for the Pig Party. However, when a guy texted me I didn’t say no. My cock seemed to be more exhausted than me because he couldn’t make it hard. I ate his hole and started to finger him he also was very loose which triggered my mind so I became hard and fucked him for a while. Finally I fisted him and he didn’t complain. And now about the Pig Party. I have pros and cons as well, let’s start the cons. It was extremely crowded, so many guys, which also have a side attack. First, the sex places were full, you hardly could move. It was heat inside. Lots of guys did nothing but go around, and around, back and forth. Some of the top guys were standing at the wall with big hard dick in their hands but allowed nothing. One more thing, which is probably independent of the place or event. After a lots of fucking (after cca 2 hours my cock was done and I had to go on with my bottom side, which is not the best regarding the competition for cocks). And the pros: The sex places were full, you hardly could move. However, when naked male bodies press to each other turns me on. You always could even accidentally touch a cock or a hole. LoL I mentioned that sometimes I hardly could bear the crowd, but honestly sometimes I was who caused an obstacle in the corridors because I immediately bent over if any cocks wanted to fuck me. It was heat inside. Believe or not I can enjoy sweating and sweaty bodies. Especially because of my armpit fetish. I met some fellows with whom we could sniff and lick each other’s sweaty and smelly hairy pits. Some other top guys were standing at the wall with big hard dick in their hands and when I bent over to suck it they pushed my head to their cocks, which was continued by shoving them deep in my hole. All in all, it was amazing. I’m a bit still tired to write everything, but we already shared our experiences with @NordicBtm, so I copied here some parts (I hope he doesn’t mind it). It started very immediately. I was fucked by a couple on the main dance floor just after the opening (in the first 30 minutes) but of course they didn’t want to cum. After a while I explored the play room and the fisting room, the two main sex areas. I can’t tell you precisely who I fucked (but I clearly remember a guy who had a huge ☣️ tattoo on his back, which turned me on to fuck him mercilessly. I also can’t remember all my breeders. The most loads were received in the so-called play rooms and got a couple in the fisting area and in between them on the corridors. I got continuously but it started slowly and as we were closer to the end, even more guys wanted to unload. I clearly remember a big dig daddy who was so close that just got his cock into my mouth, employed on it my preparation technique (long slow suck combined with deep throat) for 2 minutes and he came in my mouth. I remember a black guy who just was standing by the couch where bottom stayed head down - ass up. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t fuck them and just stood with his cock in his hand. I made a try and he was fucking me soon until he deposited his load in me. There was a guy, short bearded with average cock, who fucked me at least three times and he bred me finally. A dig dick daddy fucked me on the corridor. I could turn him on with my nipple play. During this he started to play a guy’s hole who was standing beside us. When I realised that, I turned back and pushed myself on his cock. The reward arrived soon. Finally I must mention the fisiting scene. I ff at least 3 guys (probably I would have been able to ff more but honestly it was not that thing I was there for). I could also watch extremely hot guys being fisted, double fisted etc. Of course watching also hot guys were fucking anywhere was also hot. I left the place 30 minutes before closing but then I was already dead tired. Which was a bit challenging because I saved a date for a guy. He was after his shift, also dead tired, so it was a real quickie. We went to the bathroom and I found myself bending over the wall and with his cock in me. Now I’m still in bed but my hungry hole forces to look for fun. The bigger problem is that from Tuesday I must work lot. But until I try to enjoy Berlin.

As I reached the top step and turned towards my top floor condo, a paper on my neighbors’ door caught my eye. I smiled as I read the eviction notice. For the past 18 plus months, the couple in condo 314 had made enemies of every tenant on the floor, not to mention anyone who met them in the laundry room, mail room or had the distinct bad luck of living below them. So it was no great shock that in the 36 hours I had been out of town on business, they had been booted for noise, delayed payment, suspicious activity, and about a dozen other violations of the co-op agreement. It wasn’t until a few days later, while I was collecting a package, that I discovered that management had reached the end of their patience when a maintenance man witnessed the female in the couple, brandishing a knife, chasing the half-naked male across the lawn in front of the rental office. It puzzled me as to why this tussle was different from the similar arguments I’d seen a handful of times, when they explained that the half-naked male was naked on his bottom half. My laughter continued all the way back to my stairway, only stopped by the image of a sweaty shirtless 6 foot tall teen hunk coming down and walking off towards a moving van. Taking the steps two at a time, I managed to position myself in a chair at the perfect angle out my living room window to watch as the shirtless guy and some equally hunky buds made their way to and from the truck, over and over again. Upon review, I could tell the first guy I’d witnessed was closer to 25 than 18, but only when his chest hair caught some sunlight, revealing a tattoo of a crucifix on his right pectoral. His small beer gut also hinted towards adulthood, as it was probably acquired from one too many frat parties, or perhaps a habit of drinking everyday after the whistle blew at some blue collar job. Otherwise his youthful smile, round cheeks and tight bubble butt would have had me convinced he was a freshman at the university up the road. Tempting as it was to offer a hand, a glass of lemonade or a ride on my 9 inches of thick circumcised cock meat, I knew I was better to watch from the shadows and collect jerk material for later. No reason I couldn’t enjoy a bowl though, as long as I didn’t light the torch where it would reveal my voyeuristic perch. Once the bowl was finished, the Tina kicked in, and I was aching to find some hot young ass to spew full of some chemmed-up seed, driving me to leave the window and move to my computer screen. The timing was probably perfect anyway, as the sun was setting quickly and I could hear the moving truck driving away no more than 15 minutes later. Less than an hour after that, I found a 19 year old bio major sucking white smoke from the business end of my pipe, while taking all nine inches into his sweet smooth ass. It was easy to get the curious college boys to come over once they saw the photos of my 6’3” tall frame, 46” chest, 15” arms, 32” waist and previously mentioned dick. This naive twink had originally begged me to go slow, use a condom, let him suck me off instead, yadda yadda yadda; but I just kept loading more shards into the pipe and stuffing more laced lube in his pooper until he was too fucked up to say anything other than “Fuck me! Faster! Harder!” I did as he commanded, blowing not one, not two, but three heavy loads into his innocent hole before kicking his ass to the curb a few hours after his arrival. His wide eyes kept looking into mine as I threw him his clothes, slid on some basketball shorts and told him to get the fuck out, shocked that I had so quickly transformed from a passionate cum-dispensing power top to cool-headed unconcerned asshole. I watched from my doorway as his head slid down the stairwell and out of sight, looking up just in time to see my new neighbor open the door and pull the same move on some equally innocent blonde bimbo. She ran down the steps in tears when she realized someone was watching her walk of shame. I had to admire my new neighbor’s nonchalant attitude towards her used pussy and I wondered briefly if she was running fast enough to pass my own discarded boy-toy. My neighbor might have had the same thought as he smiled too, making us both laugh, and step into the hall to introduce ourselves. “Hey man, nice to meet ya, I’m Pete.” I was elated that he was in fact, the same young stud I had first spotted downstairs, and he looked just as good the second time around, if not better. He smelled of axe body spray, cum, and lube; and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as brown fuzzy hair on his head, chest and legs. Bright green eyes, a straight nose and boyish smile made him look like a 15-year-old from the neck up, but his work-built chest and arms, the black and red crucifix tattoo and a packed pair of white CK boxer-briefs made him all man from the neck down. My gaze lingered a second too long on the spot of precum forming at the head of his semi-hard dick, causing him to retreat into his apartment for a pair of shorts, inviting me to join him. He didn’t close the door to his bedroom as he stripped away the white fabric, connected to his dick by a string of semen. I had to tuck my own re-hardening cock into the waist of my jockstrap when he bent over to put on a pair of board shorts with nothing under them, granting me a glimpse of his tight fuzzy hole. As he turned to come back into the living room, I pretending to be checking out his balcony view before plopping unceremoniously on his couch. Another smile crossed my face when I realized the pillow I’d sat next to was hiding a pipe like my own, as well as a sack of goodies. His face went pale when he turned to sit too and noticed my discovery, and my raised eyebrow. The perverted asshole in me knew from the look of fear on his face that I could have blackmailed him into all sorts of dirty deeds at that moment, but I laughed, grabbed the lighter, and torched the bowl, taking a HUGE hit. He exhaled at the same time I did, relieved that he was not going to get evicted or have the cops called on him. “I wondered if you were a partier, especially when I heard you going to town on some pussy for hours. That’s why I called Sheila. My dick was so hard hearing your bitch scream I decided to torch up with my fuck buddy and see if I could compete!” He took a hit as big as mine, but coughed as it came out, obviously new to partying, but hoping to seem as cool as me. “Hate to burst your bubble Pete, but my pussy was a dude. Sweet little 19 year old fuck who thought he was coming over for romance and cuddling, before I raped him, that is,” I took another hit, while Peter went from wide-eyed to laughing. “Shit dude! That is fucking hilarious! Sheila, that blonde piece of trash with the cum running down her legs, was expecting the same thing, but I told her after my second load,” He bragged. “‘I smoked you out, and filled you up, what more do you want,’ and you should have seen how she pouted and bitched on her way out of here!” “I could tell dude! And if you’d been out two minutes earlier, you would have seen what’s-his-name leaking THREE of my loads while doing the same walk of shame,” both of us laughed at our shared experience of using a high bitch on a Saturday night. We passed the pipe around for a few hours and chatted about a bunch of shit, before he decided to call it a night, and I decided to call another unsuspecting jizz bag I’d met at a club. As I used the laced lube to pound a load into a medical student who was too high and mighty to smoke my favors, I thought about Peter, and wondered if he could hear the squeals coming from the blond gym bunny I was breeding. I only came out of my fantasy of Pete joining us and eventually becoming my steady cum-dumpster, when the drugged pre-med gym boy asked me to pull out before coming. Just for that I made sure to rape him especially hard when I pumped his ass full for the second time. His pupils were the size of his anus when I shoved him into the hallway, and I swear I heard my new neighbor chuckle when pre-med asked if we could do it again. For the next three months, life went on, with me splitting days at the office and the gym, and Pete splitting them between classes to get his business grad degree and working as a stock boy for best buy. We both lived for the weekends when almost every Saturday night we sat on his or my couch, rehashing our last twelve hours of fucking. Thank God Pete had grown up with a gay uncle and seemed totally unfazed by my talk of using the local college boys, and didn’t seem to mind that I got hard whenever he told me about his latest co-ed conquest. This also gave me a chance to find out all about him, discovering his background growing up with a single mother, working construction at 14 to make cash to buy a car and save up for school, putting himself through undergrad, and eventually discovering the joys of partying when he started dating a girl who dealt. It wasn’t until one night in fall that things began to change. Pete had been laid-off by the box store for a failed UA, which meant no money for drugs once his school bills, rent and expenses were paid. I was happy to provide a random bowl to the boy now and then, but we both realized he was too comfortable when he walked in on my dick balls deep in some ass. I would have been more upset but the interruption turned on the football stud I was fucking, causing his ass to tighten. My load shot in him right as Pete’s jaw dropped. Normally you’d think a straight guy would run for the hills, but football boy lit up the pipe and motioned for Pete to take a hit, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed to stick around and smoke. I knew some of Pete’s regular pussy had dried up when he could no longer afford Tina, but it had never occurred to me he might be so hard up as to try some dude ass. Sadly, I think the football stud was too butch, so Pete only stayed to smoke the rest of the bowl, before I went back to the ass at hand, and he went back to his apartment. The rest of my fuck session, the wheels were turning in my head, wondering how I could turn all these factors to my advantage. Once I kicked the linebacker out, Pete came over and apologized profusely, at which point I made it clear that I was not a dealer, and would no longer be loading bowls for him. I waited until he looked defeated before pretending to take pity on him by saying he could always still join me for a bowl when I was loading it for a hook-up. Sure enough, my plan worked like a charm. Although all the boys I hooked up with were muscular, I knew I’d need to find a smooth one, who was more on the swimmer’s build side if I was going to keep Pete from running away as soon as the pants came off. The next weekend I invited over a slightly effeminate teenager I’d met when he and some high school friends finished swimming at my gym’s pool When he arrived, I warned him that my “hot, straight neighbor” might be joining us for some partying before he got fucked. He said that was fine, since he wasn’t even sure he was in the mood to get fucked (yeah right), and was only looking to try partying. As soon as the smooth sweet boy crossed my threshold around lunchtime, Pete was knockin’ at my door. He seemed nervous with my young guest eyeing him, until the first hit crossed his lips, becoming loose and happy. Before the first bowl was through, the prudish teen was sliding his hand down my shorts and whispering how badly he needed to see my monster dick. I loaded fat bowl number two and asked Pete if he minded us getting started. His mouth wanted to say for us to stop, but the pipe in my hands made him say “no problem.” Pete tried to keep his eyes on the bi-bareback porn on my 55” plasma, and away from the slowly undressing teen boy only three feet away, but it was no use. I could tell he was enthralled when the boy slid off his jeans and briefs, uncovering a peaches and cream colored butt. I made sure to keep the boys ass facing Pete as he sank to his knees and unzipped my shorts. Usually nothing can distract me from the first moment a new boy takes my cock into his mouth, but instead I watched Pete’s shock while the teenager popped out my beast. I tried to be discrete while I watched Pete’s reaction to me getting an inexperienced blow/hand job, but his eyes were so locked into my big throbbing cock that fire works could have been going off and he’d never have noticed. I cleared my throat, making him jump, before my eyes motioned to the pipe he’d been holding, and not smoking ever since my cock appeared. He took a hit before shakily handing me the pipe. I shot gunned into the boy’s mouth before pushing his head back down onto my cock, and then slid my other hand down his back and worked a spit-covered digit three knuckles deep up his hole. He tried to cough up my cock and wriggle away from my second finger, but I just pushed his head down further. Pete’s hand was now down his pants, stroking what seemed to be a good seven or eight inch cock, as far as his carpenter’s jeans would reveal. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed my laced lube and slathered some over my fingers before returning to the teenage hole. It must have burned when the mix of tina, lube and my three fingers pierced his hole, but he stopped complaining once the stuff kicked in. I was in hog heaven, with a blond twink swallowing most of my prick, backing his ass up, trying to swallow my hand, while Pete seemed a second away from whipping out his cock and beating it right there. I needed to push him over the edge, so I got his attention and told him to load another bowl. While he grabbed my sack and loaded bowl number three, I pulled blondie to standing, kicked his legs apart and had him straddle my waist. He thought it was time to make out, but no way was I going to miss the show across the coffee table. I pulled the boys head to the side and chewed on his neck, while I lined my cock up to his hole. Pete took a gigantic hit and almost choked to death exhaling it, but never closed his eyes as my cock forced its way into the hole perched above it. The teen cried out and tried to back off of it, but I reached out and grabbed the pipe from Pete’s hand just in time to pass it to the boy, distracting him. Pete muttered something that sounded like “fuck yeah,” as the boy took a big hit and shot gunned it to me. Once the boy set down the pipe, I gripped both of his small hands behind his back in my right hand, grabbed him by the neck with my left and punched most of my cock into his ass. I covered his mouth with mine just in time to catch his scream, which was the deciding moment for Peter. In a flash, Pete’s jeans and boxer briefs were at his knees and his right hand began to pound away at a respectable 7 and a half inch cock. I pounded the teen’s ass in rhythm with Pete, as I took in the awesome sight. Shining with sweat like the rest of him, his hard on was not too thick, cut, with a slight bend in it, topped by a perfect fat head, surrounded by trimmed pubes, except for his big sagging balls, which he had shaved smooth. Pity, I thought, once I seduced and trained him, I’d make sure he didn’t trim so I’d have something to tug on when he is bad. I thought I could have been eternally satisfied just from this glancing moment of masturbation, until he hocked a loogey into his other hand, slicked it around his middle finger, and sank it up his hole, pounding it in and out in sync with me. I locked eyes with him briefly, and mouthed “one more finger,” and like a good hypnotized slave, he added another. His face tensed up and I worried momentarily that I’d pushed too far, too fast, until I recognized that face, and glanced down just in time to see a week’s worth of cum start shooting all over his chest, neck, chin and even a drop on his lips. His fingers popped from his hole making a squish sound, while his lungs worked over time to recover from his massive release. With sweat dripping from his brown hair all the way down his pecs and mingling with his cum load, he looked exactly as I’d pictured him, only real. One drop of sweat from his nose hit his lip next to the cum, and, without thinking, his tongue snaked out and lapped up both. Upon seeing him unknowingly swallow his sperm, my balls jumped, and I pushed the teen all the way down on my dick, having briefly forgot that he was not as slutty as the football stud or some of my other regulars. He cried out loudly as he hopped off my cock, turning around and revealing his hard on to Peter. As if the spell had been broken, Peter’s eyes focused on the boy’s 5 inch almost hairless penis and revealed panic. The teenager began to bitch about it hurting and needing a break as he took a hit and smiled at Peter, who was already dressed and using the boy’s tee shirt to wipe off his cum. Stammering about homework, Peter took one last horrified look before tossing the shirt back in the room and making his escape. “That was weird, where’d he have to go?” The twink’s question made me furious, mostly because I somehow blamed him for scaring Pete away. I threw the boy over my shoulder and carried him into my bedroom, tossing him on the bed. I told him to shut his eyes, and like a fool he did so, just long enough for me to handcuff him to the headboard. I fucked his hole for four hours, all while envisioning Pete’s cum shot. I’ve never used a new hole the way I used his that afternoon, but I didn’t regret a moment of it, even when he screamed so loud I had to back hand him or when he left in tears. (He called me two days later to see if I’d do it again, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t regret it either.) I was about to jump in the shower, when I heard a knock at my door. Oh great, I thought, blondie is back to cry some more. Nothing ever surprised me more or made me happier than finding a shirtless, smiling Pete. Part 2 “So is the blond bitch gone?” Pete said, walking past me into the living room, picking up my pipe and taking a hit. “Yeah, just kicked his ass out. Figured five loads was enough in one teenager today.” I snatched up my sack and offered to load a fresh bowl. “Five? Nice! Sorry I couldn’t stick around, just had to peace-out after that.” Pete said, watching me start the fresh bowl, and licking his lips, reminding me of the cum he’d eaten off of them earlier. “No worries, just figured you freaked getting off while I fucked a dude and you fingered yourself” I tried to gauge from his smoke intake whether or not this would send him back into the awkward guilty phase he’d been in earlier, but his smooth exhale revealed nothing. “Nah man, I’ve had plenty of fingers up my ass before.” This time I coughed, choking more on his words than my smoke. “HA! I figured that’d blow your mind man. I never told you cause I figured you’d try and pull some gay shit on me, but I’ve been fingering my ass since a friend showed me a book that mentioned it when I was 14, man! And you know there is nothing better than having some bitch fiddling with your hole when you cum in her twat…or, well I guess you don’t know. But seriously, I just got weirded out cause I forgot you were fucking a dude till right that second. I’m expecting him to turn around with tits and twat, and instead I get abs and cock, it threw me.” I laughed, and suddenly all was right in the world again. Pete began coming over whenever I had company, unless the guy wasn’t into partying or something, in which case I’d tell him I was busy and he’d wait for the dude to leave. Mostly, he’d smoke a bowl, and leave as the action got started or just ignore it until we moved to the bedroom and he’d disappear across the hall. Sometimes, if the guy was feminine enough or could really suck and ride my cock, Pete would stick around, although it took months for him to get comfortable enough to start jerking in front of me again. One Friday night a top buddy of mine and I went club hopping and brought back a sweet young freshman. Smooth from his eyebrows down for swim team, and only about 5’5”, he was begging to lose his innocence with his black curly hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes. He kept the hair in a masculine style, and dressed very manly, but it did little to hide how pretty he was. Once we got him back, my buddy admitted to slipping some g in the boy’s drink, which explained why he had gone from uptight and against everything to care-free, and into anything. Soon enough he was stripped down, and putting on a thong with the superman logo on the crotch that he found in my underwear drawer. We immediately called him Superboy, which made him giggle and start in on some story, so we kept his mouth busy with the pipe and our cocks. Usually Pete was out trolling for tail on Fridays, but around 30 mins after we got home, I received a text from him, asking if he could stop by and smoke. I figured this wouldn’t be his scene, until I looked up and realized that, in his thong, superboy looked very fem, especially with my cock in his mouth, purring around my cock as my buddy ate his pink hairless hole. I texted okay. Two minutes later, after a slight pause when he realized I wasn’t alone, Peter was perched in an arm chair, hands in his ball shorts, growing a sizable puddle of precum and sucking at the pipe. My buddy tried to get him to join us when Superboy went to use the bathroom, at which point Pete explained he was only there to look, not touch. My buddy laughed and asked him if he wanted any G then. Pete looked stumped till I explained what it was. He probably would have answered no, but my buddy knew Pete’s type, and mentioned that the three of us has had double what we’d give him. Truthfully, between Superboy, my buddy and me, we had taken double the amount Peter would get, we just didn’t specify that most of it had been unknowingly taken by Superboy. Pete, true to form, replied "Okay, I'm sure I can handle a small dose." Superboy got back just in time to see Pete make a face as he swallowed a cap full of G. At this point I’d had enough of prepping Superboy’s ass, and decided it was ready for dick. Without removing his super thong, I pulled him into my lap, pushed aside the thong strap and shoved my lubed fingers into his hole. Luckily his mouth was full of my buddy, so he couldn’t scream if he wanted to. Working quickly from two to three to four digits, I whipped them all out, before replacing them with about eight inches of my cock. Superboy flailed and tried to escape, but my buddy would have none of it, holding his arms while I began to thrust up and down, in and out of the hairless pink hole. From Pete’s angle in the arm chair, I was sure it looked exactly the same as if two 30 year old straight guys were pounding a short-haired high school girl. The illusion was further perfected by Superboy’s nipples pointing straight out from our twists and pulls, not to mention the fact his small pecs could be interchangeable with a young girl’s breasts. I wondered if I could get Pete to join in if I’d had a bra or a wig on super boy, but was surprised to glance over and find Pete fully nude, fingers in his ass, pounding away on his dick. My buddy had his back to Pete, which was probably the only thing saving Pete’s ass from getting raped. This didn’t stop Superboy’s ass from a raping though, as I was now standing upright, pounding away at his hole, all the way in and out each time. My buddy couldn’t stand it, and decided to pull Superboy off his cock just long enough to flip him around. My moan of disappointment was matched only by Superboy’s whimper, until my buddy shoved his extremely fat 7 inch dick into his hole. Superboy babbled something unintelligible just long enough for me to tell him to shut up before I had my cock deep in his unwilling throat. My eyes dared not linger on Pete, since I didn’t know if I should draw any attention to his frantic, passionate hand job, but I could see enough to know he seemed frustrated that he hadn’t shot yet. He once told me he couldn’t cum when he’d tried weed and tina together, and I figured the gina/tina combo was having the same effect. This didn’t stop his dick from pouring buckets of precum out over his fist, to the point where he was scooping it up in his other hand and using it as anal lube, which gave my balls a tingle. Now the main reason I didn’t often join my buddy in threesomes was his stamina. When I party, I like to fuck for hours, sometimes even a whole day. He was more the type to get the hottest ass he could, and fuck it savagely till he dropped his load, then bail. And that’s precisely what happened. Instead of watching for warning signs and suggesting he pull out or take a break, I was trying to discreetly watch Pete while choking Superboy till he was red in the face. So when I heard my buddy yell ‘I’m gonna fuckin cum!’ I knew I was too late. Superboy pulled away just long enough to try mumble something. “Don’t in me, no cum, Don’t cum in me!” Too late I thought as my buddy’s fingers gripped tightly into Superboy’s hips. He was balls deep shooting a thick juicy load where no man had shot before. Superboy whimpered but I shoved him back on my cock as my buddy finished cumming and slowly pulled out. Pete was suddenly aware of how naked he was, and pulled his underwear up over his leaking dick. I groaned a little when I saw that unlike his usual CK boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of silky tighty-whiteys. The material bulged conspicuously around his hard on, but didn’t let his precum seep through as I expected. “Well boys, I’ve lubed him up for you, so get some man hole while the getting’s good.” My buddy slid on his jacket as the final layer of clothing, picked up some Tina from the table, and pushed it deep into Superboy’s ass. He reached down to get the G, before noticing Pete, who still couldn’t keep his hands off of his brief-encased stiffy. “I’m gonna leave the Gina for you boys, just in case.” He winked at me as he said this, and headed out the door. I released Superboy from my dick finally, which allowed him to slip his button down shirt over his exposed shoulders, buttoning a single button near his pectoral muscles and was surprised that he still seemed eager to keep going. “Lets smoke another bowl, but can we do it in the bedroom? It’s not comfortable getting fucked standing up.” He smiled and grabbed my dick. Pete looked worried, since the bedroom was usually his cue to leave. “You’re welcome to join us for some more,” I said, indicating the pipe and baggy I was collecting for the journey. “I dunno, if you guys want your privacy-” Pete stood nervously, while still palming his hard on. “Not even a little bit man,” Superboy knelt and began dividing the remaining Tina on the coffee table into two lines. “I’m down for whatever, whoever, whemever, I mean whenever. Fuck this stuff has my head flying.” “You guys finish those lines and I’ll get us some drinks and we’ll all meet in the bedroom.” I walked into the kitchen with the Gina, Tina, pipe and torch, quickly mixing some rum and cokes, both Pete’s and Superboy’s with a little extra Gina. I looked out into the living room as I balanced all the goodies and drinks on a tray, and witnessed Superboy refusing to move to let Pete do his line. “if you want this line, you’ll have to come get it.” Pete moved in behind Superboy, laying his full front, woody and all, against Superboy’s ass and back. I heard Pete’s loud sniff, but watched as he continued to press his weight against the tight smooth buns below him. “I’m straight dude,” Pete said, almost too quietly for me to overhear. “That’s cool, just think of me as your high-school sweat heart until I’m done with this bump.” Superboy sniffed his line, while pulling one of Pete’s hands around him, under his shirt and onto his girlish nipple. They both swayed slightly as Superboy finished the line and leaned back till they were upright and moaning quietly. Pete’s other hand dropped between them and I wondered where it was headed until I heard Superboy’s moans. “Uhhhh, yeah, finger my pussy.” Superboy and Pete held that position for a minute, making my dick throb and produce a nice thick drop of semen, which I caught in Pete’s glass before it could sag to the counter. Superboy’s hands were now working their way behind him, probably all over Pete’s cock. Finally I coughed and walked with the tray and goodies into the bedroom. As if they’d been caught robbing a bank, both boys shot to standing and began to walk in behind me, although Pete’s hand remained between Superboy’s cheeks. “Pete, can you grab the torch from in there when you come,” I said, causing Pete to finally pull out his cummy finger, and turn around, searching for a torch he wouldn’t find. Superboy joined me in the bedroom, and, as planned, I took this moment to push my plans further. “You are so fucking sexy, you are making me so hard, and I really want to see my friend Pete fuck you, would you like that?” I whispered into his ear while undoing his shirt button, and tying the shirt tales into a loose knot. This gave a hint of shadow on Superboy’s chest, which looked more and more like ladies cleavage, especially with his hard nips poking out under the material. "Fuck yes," he replied, "but he said he was straight,” whispered Superboy as I ran my fingers through his curls, making a few ringlets fall over his brow. “Don’t worry about that, just make sure you don’t hold back on screams and moans when I’m fucking you. And if you get the chance, suck his dick, but don’t let him cum, okay?” He nodded okay and climbed onto the big bed, taking the pipe and hitting it. “Oh here it is Pete, never mind.” I shouted to him, while putting in a bi porn on the 48” tv in my room, one which featured two bigger dudes fucking a slim, smooth teenage girl who looked similar to Superboy (except for Superboy’s thong-covered Tina dick). Pete came in right as the film started, stroking his cock through his tight briefs. I handed Pete the pipe and his drink, and then slid onto the bed between Superboy’s legs. I began kissing his sweet chest and pulled the shirt aside just enough to suck on one nipple. Superboy moaned, ignoring the pipe Pete was trying to hand to him. I grabbed it instead and shot gunned a huge hit to Superboy. “Why do you do that?” I looked at Peter when he asked the question? He was sitting on the bed next to me and Superboy, stroking his hard on and fingering his tight hole. I shoved a few fingers in Superboy’s ass and handed him the pipe while I answered. “It is like getting a second hit. You inhale what the other person exhales and get twice as high.” Peter looked skeptical. “If you wanna try it and see, take a shot gun from Superboy here.” Superboy was about to light up, giggled at his nickname, and smiled at Pete. Pete, looking conflicted, downed most of his rum and coke (and g) and nodded in agreement. He leaned down to Superboy’s soft lips and took the shot gun. His lips floated a half inch from Superboy’s, until I “accidentally” pushed his head down so they kissed while it happened. Pete didn’t stop kissing Superboy as he re-exhaled the smoked from his nose. Meanwhile, I had slipped Superboy’s legs over my shoulders, and began to fuck his ass. I pulled Superboy to the end of the bed with my dick still in his ass, breaking his kiss with Pete. Flipping Superboy on this stomach, with my dick still in him, I began fucking him harder while taking a big hit. To my shock, Pete sat up, finished his drink, and leaned in to shot gun with me. This time, he went in fully and our lips met as I exhaled into his sucking mouth. He exhaled back into mine while I held his head close and continued to make out with him. At this angle, Pete’s dick was close enough to Superboy’s mouth, that he easily began to suck his dick. Pete moaned as we continued to kiss, and I played with his nipples and chest hair while I fucked Superboy’s ass. Pete reached behind himself and began to finger his hole with three fingers, which gave Superboy an idea. He grabbed my hand that was on Pete’s chest, put it on Pete’s cock, and then slid his head beneath Pete’s open legs and began rimming and fingering his hole, all of which I could see in the dresser mirror behind them. This was far too hot for me, and suddenly I could feel my load surging into my urethra and out into Superboy’s ass. “Fuck I’m cumming inside him,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. Pete’s eyes widened as he looked down and grabbed my balls, feeling them pulse into Superboy’s ass. His hand on my nether regions made me cum even harder, and I pulled him back into a kiss as I stroked his cock. Finally his squeezing and Superboy’s ass was too much, so I pulled out and excused my self into the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I could hear rearranging in the bedroom and I was afraid Pete might be trying to leave. I peeked-out the door and smirked as I saw Superboy forcing Pete onto his back, straddling his hard cock, and sinking it into his hole. “No, I’m straight man, we can’t do…” He trailed off, the G obviously impairing his thought process. His hips involuntarily began thrusting up into Superboy, and I walked out to join them. Pete was so high he barely noticed me taking a few big hits off the pipe in a row and shot gunning them into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on my tongue and made out with me after each hit, becoming more and more open to my ministrations. I moved down between his legs and inserted a large crystal as far up his ass as my fingers could go, happy to see that his butt was thoroughly cleaned out, probably from his Friday night ritual of fuck prep, in case some girl fingered him. I worked my thick fingers into his hole while Superboy worked his ass up and down over the hard on. The frustration was beginning to show on Pete’s face when four of my fingers were inside him and he was still no closer to cumming. Time for the pièce de résistance in my brilliant plan. Earlier in the evening Superboy said he had an early swim practice the next morning and absolutely had to leave by 3:00 A.M. I pulled out of Pete’s ass and walked into the living room and began to collect Superboy’s clothes into a neat pile by the bathroom door, while writing a text. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my strategically placed briefs off my clock radio, revealing that it was almost 4:00. “Hey boy, didn’t you need to leave by 4:00?” I reminded Superboy while taking a big hit and shot-gunning it into Pete’s mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Reluctantly I pulled away from Pete’s sweet lips. The little shit was going to ruin my plan. “Are you sure? I texted my buddy and he said he’d be happy to come back and give you a ride to the dorms, he lives only a few minutes away, so he should be here any minute.” The idea he might get a free ride seemed to pause his drug-filled mind. Right on time my doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was my buddy. Just like I figured, he’d had enough time away to get hard again, and seeing Pete fuck Superboy had him naked in no time. Superboy screamed a little as my buddy’s cock slid in to Superboy’s ass next to Pete’s cock, but it only took a moment for him to get used to it before he begged for more. I knew he’d be sore and ripped apart tomorrow, but if anything that only made me happier, especially seeing how hard his previously tiny cock had gotten. I focused all my attention on my buddy for the next five minutes, rimming his hole and pinching his nips. Finally he grunted and began to shoot into Superboy again, fucking him so hard he fell forward, and Pete’s cock slipped out into the cool air. Superboy kissed Pete and jerked his own cock, before spewing a small load onto Pete’s belly, which hardly fazed Peter. My buddy, as habit would predict, was ready to go. It was a good thing Superboy’s clothes were neatly stacked, otherwise he wouldn’t have been dressed in time to get the ride I promised. Before Pete could even sit up, Superboy and my Buddy were gone, supposedly to drop him off, but more likely ending up with Superboy chained to my buddy’s headboard for another load. Pete groggily sat up and sucked at the pipe I was lighting for him, eagerly exhaling into my mouth before kissing me deeply. “Damn man, I rurly wunted to cum in thet cunt, but my dick wudn’t shooooot.” Pete was the perfect mix of high and g-drunk, stroking his cock and fingering his hole as best he could in that state. “Well I might be able to get you off if you’ll let me try something Pete.” I said, before taking another hit and shot gunning it into his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my neck causing our chests to rub together. Giving in, I rolled around with him on the bed for a few moments, before repeating my offer. “Hmmm? Zure, goferit.” Pete said before kissing me again. He seemed to be really into making out now. He’d told me once it was his favorite thing to do when he was drunk and about to fuck some girl, and although I usually didn’t enjoy it very much, I was hard as a rock knowing I was one of two guys who had kissed him, and would be the first to make him cum while doing it. He whined a little as I pushed him back onto the bed, and spread his legs. I easily worked four fingers into his hole, and every time I pressed one against his prostate, it elicited a moan and some precum, which I used to lube my cock. Neither his dick or mine had ever been as large as they were now, at least to my knowledge, so I prayed I wouldn’t have to work too hard to force my fat dick inside him. Luckily, the booty bump I’d given him, combined with his g-state worked like a charm. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could mutter while I slid my entire cock, inch by inch, into his tiny hole, his knees bent over my forearms. His eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain that I could see. His cock throbbed and leaked more precum than before, and I only paused for a quick hit and shot gun before beginning my assault. He clawed at my shoulders and made out with me like a starving whore while I worked my way from sweet gentle love making to hardcore ass breeding. I wouldn’t allow his hands near his cock, since I could feel his prostate pulsing with each thrust. Sweat began to pour off of me in buckets as I pounded away, covering us both in a sweet smelling sheen. “Open your eyes Peter, and look at the cum dump you’ve become.” I sat up, hooked Pete’s ankles over my shoulders and began my nastiest, rough fuck while Pete’s eyes locked onto my root disappearing under his balls with each stroke. He looked away, presumably in shock or disgust, only to catch a better view in the dresser mirror. “Oh fuck, yer all thuh way in.” He slurred, reaching up and jacking his dick. I glanced up and witnessed the same thing, and knew it would only take a moment for my balls to empty. Silently, I prayed I’d get him off too, but honestly, I was getting mine in the ass I’d coveted for months, so what did I care? So I sped up, and lifted my self further onto him , so he was now bent in half, getting fucked deeper than almost any boy in the bed before him, and jerking his cock only a few inches from his own mouth. “Oh shit, Erm Comma!” His indiscernible moaning meant little to me, until I felt his hole spasm, and looked down in time to catch one, two, three…in total eight streams of white jizz paint his pecs, neck, chin, lips and tongue. This started my own orgasm and I barely remained conscious while pumping my biggest (at least it felt like my biggest) load ever into his previously virgin hole. I collapsed next to him, with his legs splayed awkwardly, one under me, the other on my legs. Smiling, Peter licked the cum from his lips, and I quickly scooped more up, rubbing it on my own face. He leaned in and we made out some more, while I made him suck up every drop of cum he’d spilled. “Derit agen.” He said, half asleep a few minutes after we’d stopped kissing, now spooned with my hard on against his ass. “Excuse me jizzrag, did you say something?” I said, while jerking his dick back to hardness. His eyes lazily opened, he grabbed my cock, and sloppily tried to insert it back into his hole. “Do it Uhgen. Pleeeeeez.” Aha, do it again please. I smirked, lined up my dick with his hole and forced it back in. He whimpered and tried to roll out from under me, possibly regretting this request, but I was going to “derit agen” now, one way or another. I rolled on top of him and used his hole some more, first doggie style, then on his stomach, and finally with him bent over the side of the bed. I came twice more inside him before rolling him on to the bed and discovering a small jizz slick where he’d cum from rubbing against the bedspread while I pounded his pussy. I made him lick it up, and upon seeing his ass in the air and tongue slurping up his load, I couldn’t help fucking him full of a fourth final load as the sun rose outside my window. I smoked another bowl with him while trying to understand what he was mumbling about. “Thet wuz duh best fuck ever bruh.” He was sober enough now to stand and slide his briefs back on, before stumbling out to the living room to find the rest of his clothes. “Best ever huh? You think you want to try it again?” I said, shot gunning more smoke into his mouth. Now he pulled away once the smoke had cleared from his mouth, telling me he was aware enough to avoid kissing. “Yez, I wanna cum in that lul smooth super guy necks time ok?” He was fully dressed now, and taking a hit. I turned his mouth towards me for a shot gun, but he turned away and exhaled. The spell was broken. “I needs to get sum sleep, k? See ya lates.” He stumbled across the hall into his apartment, which he’s apparently left unlocked for the whole time. I was too wired to sleep, so instead I went into my bedroom and pulled a remote from behind the headboard. A few buttons pushed, and suddenly I was watching the view from my hidden camera, beginning when Superboy came into the bedroom. I laid back and began to jerk, loaded another bowl, and puffed while chatting with some cum-sluts online until I passed out around 9am. Chapter 3 I woke up around 1pm, blinded by the sunlight coming in my bathroom window. I got up and took a piss, showered and ate some food before I realized my tv was on and still showing the fucking from the night before. So it really had happened, I thought, when I watched as I fucked Pete’s ass for the fourth time before he got dressed and left. I rewound until right before the first time I entered his hole, and zoomed in on his hole. Thank god I’d fucked him at the angle I did that first time, because I had an almost perfect shot of his tight ass as I slid inside him. My cock jumped and some precum shot out into my jockstrap under my shorts. Suddenly it occurred to me that this video might be the only thing I’d have left of my friendship with Pete, and that was okay. I knew I’d seeded his ass and there’d be no way he could forget it with how much cum he’d be leaking today. Plus, if he decided to cry rape, I’d show him the video where he asked for it numerous times and smoked illegal substances, and I’d be off scott free. Still, the semi-decent human being inside me made wonder if he’d be okay, so I went across the hall to check. I knocked lightly, in case he was asleep, but the still unlocked door swung open slightly. Good sign he’s still passed out or unaware of what happened, I thought, until I heard moaning coming from his bedroom. Quietly I walked to his bedroom door, and peered inside. My dick jumped again when I saw Pete laying on his mattress on the floor, jerking his dick as hard as he could, with something resembling a cucumber going in and out of his ass. Another dick jump occurred when I looked at his laptop screen and saw the video he was watching: a young guy, much like Pete, balls deep in a tranny, while a 30-something body builder, somewhat like me, was balls deep in the young guy. Right as the body builder pulled out and shot on the young guys hole, before shoving his cock back in, Pete started to moan and use both hands to pound away at his dick. Nothing happened, to my disappointment, and Pete’s too. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, why can’t I fucking cum now?!?!?” He tossed the laptop on to the bed next to him and stormed across the room to his desk chair, sitting down and forcing the cucumber all the way in. He continued to pound his pud and moan for a few more minutes before his moans turned into words. “Damn it fuck my pussy-ass you son of a bitch, cum up my cunt so I can cum.” I had heard enough. Tip-toeing back to the front door, I knocked loudly before banging it open. “Hello, Pete? It’s me man, you left your door open.” I loudly walked towards his bedroom, as I heard him scramble to catch the door before I got there. “Pete? You okay man?” “Don’t come in here man! I’m, uh, I’m not dressed.” The door slammed and a lock clicked into place. I smiled and sat down, imagining him sliding the cucumber out and hiding it, along with his laptop, hunting for shorts, sweating bullets that I was this close to catching him begging for me or some imaginary faggot to breed his hole. He emerged a few minutes later to find me shirtless, smoking a fresh bowl and watching his TV. “Sup Pete? Thought you might need a bowl after all the shit that went down last night?” I smiled and handed him the bowl, which he reluctantly took. I was obvious in checking out his stiff dick through his shorts, before winking at him. He blushed and took a huge rip off the pipe. “About last night –” He inhaled again, but I moved in quickly and forced him to shot gun it into my mouth, while I palmed his dick. He froze, moaning, and puffing back into my mouth before coming to his senses and pushing me off. “Stop it dude! I wanted to tell you, last night was a mistake man. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it can’t happen again, you get me?” “That’s bullshit and you know it Pete,” I said while sliding my hand up his shorts and teasing his asshole with my finger. “You enjoyed that shit as much as anyone else there, hell you begged for me to fuck you more. So be a fucking man and at least admit you wanted it. Otherwise your slutty ass can find a new sugar daddy to support your partying.” He sat, silent and stunned while I continued to finger his hole. I held the pipe out with my other hand, offering him the opportunity to admit he wanted more of the Tina and my cock without needing to say it. Torn, he closed his eyes and reached out. Smiling, I handed him the bowl, and slid off his shorts while he took another hit. So almost nine months after we first met, bonding over our shared experiences of filling slutty holes with our cum loads, here we were. Me, reaffirmed as the best fucker in the building. Him, torn down and transformed into a cum-loving cunt, happiest when getting high and used as a cum dumpster. The rest of that day I spent using his holes all over that apartment, and by nightfall, he was finally learning how to deep-throat and take my cock balls deep without complaining. He avoided me for a couple weeks while his hole healed up, but soon enough he was spending every other night bouncing on my rod. Eventually I began letting him join me in fucking some of my regulars and even showed him how to pick up dudes in bars and online. He’d invite over some of his exes or some bitch from work or school, and fuck her till she was sore, but I had him trained well, so he’d only cum with me inside him. Once the year was up, he cancelled his lease and moved into my second bedroom, only spending time in there to study, change clothes, and sleep one off. The rest of the time we were in my room, building our reputation as the hottest top couple in the area. Every time some new college boy comes over, we use him till he needs crutches, kick him to the curb, and spend the rest of the night with my cock in his ass. I might grow tired of him at some point, but he recently introduced me to our new neighbor, a law student who’s fiancé lives across the country and doesn’t know how much he’s begun to enjoy partying and watching porn with the dudes across the hall. Tonight he’ll be joining us and Superboy for some Tina, porn and drinks. Pete told him to clean up and out in case we find some bitch to fuck who likes to eat ass. Lawyer boy loves that idea. I hope he loves getting bred too…

i call it a hole, because it's a neutral term and i never wanna turn a Top off Who wants to breed me. i'm sorta bummed that culture has only evolved slang terms for straight culture and guys who fuck with guys end up borrowing from what's available. When it comes to what a Top calls it? Depends on His attitude and the vibe behind it. "Pussy" is usually one of my favorites when it's used by the Top with burning lust and desire, but really what ever word He uses, it's more the erergy and attitude behind it that i feel. i'm wired total bottom with a fair amount of sub, but i'm not of the type that wants/needs meanness, bullying. So, a Top (or anyone) using any descriptor using it as a put down, it a turn off to me, not someone i wanna be penetrated and bred by, not someone i want to absorb. The reason i think "pussy" can be so powerful for me is not because i identify or want to be identified as a woman or even necessarily 'fem.' That said, we are culturally conditioned to consider our anus and rectum as waste disposal organs, often along with feelings that they are dirty and disgusting. The thing is, all sex organs have a dual purpose of waste disposal. A woman's vagina has a seven day waste removal about every twenty one days (aka "a period"). But heteronormative society doesn't treat a woman's vagina like a dirty waste removal hole, but as sexual organ. As i relate to it, my hole is more for receiving a Mans cock than it is for waste removal, so when a Guy calls it a "pussy" in a lusty, "that's where My Cock goes" manner, it has a level of affirmation to it, that He sees it and me how i am, not how heteronormative society has generally conditioned us.

Going to party Fri and the weekend with 3 tatted up ex con tree trimmers...

This is the start of the true story of how I took my first bareback, if you like this part I’ll tell you rest, this is in the chem sex part as there are chems later, if continued. I was in my early 20’s, not bad looking, some said handsome, pretty cute, pretty good body, I’d moved up to London for work and for the first time could explore my sexuality proper for the first time, I soon found that I was attracted to older men, 20/30 years my senior, there was something about them that got me so hard and turned on. I was regularly frequenting a pub called the Kings Arms or KA in Poland Street in the west end, and I met a lot of big daddy bears that well made me pop my cork, and then I met him. His name was David, he oozed manliness, well built and tall I was in the KA having a drink after work when he walked in, I can still remember my first sight of him because he took my breath away, suited and booted, shaved head, a cocky grin on his face and a bulging crotch that belied its contents. Back then I was shy and I thought I was being discreet and circumspect stealing glimpses of him, now I realise that I must have been so obvious it’s painful. I saw him start chatting to another young lad; I just sighed picking up my beer and went outside for a cigarette. I was miles away daydreaming when I heard those first words “you got a light?” that brought back into reality I looked round to see the ice blue eyes staring intently at me, I nodded lighting his cigar, he smiled, a warm friendly smile “good boy, thanks” and then “so why did you not say hi earlier?”, feigning innocence I shock my head “I dunno what you mean?”, he threw his head back laughing “I saw you checking me out boy”…that word ‘boy’ made me feel heady and hard, I gulped, bit my lip, took a sip of my drink and blushed as red as its possible for a person to blush, he stepped close up to me “its okay lad, what’s your name?”, the heat from his body and his towering presence was intimidating and sexy at the same time, I shuffled my feet and looked up into his eyes “its Rob”, he grinned broadly “nice I like that name, I’m David”, I put my hand out to shake it “nice to meet you David”, he brushed my hand aside and leant in and kissed me right there on the street, I swear I almost dropped my drink and almost lost my load in my pants at the same time. I stood there as he pulled away from me, I was hot and sweaty, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife and the electricity between us was at about 10,000 watts, I looked around me, no one was paying any attention to us, I looked back at him and he smiled again “So Robbie boy, do you like to play games?”, I must admit I was confused and croaked “games? Yes I love them, why?”, that smile again and a twinkling in his eye as he moved even closer to me, so close I could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in “good Robbie boy, I like games too, wanna play the 15 minute game with me?”, he kissed my cheek as I softly asked “what’s the 15 minute game?”, he chuckled pinching my nipple through my Fred Perry t-shirt “if you come with Daddy I’ll show you” and right then and there in the street I spunked my briefs

One of the hottest moments was getting bred in the dark room at a cumunion and the dude telling me he was giving me a toxic load..........i got five dicks in me immediately afterward.

I love these kinds of stories! Chems or not, where an experienced man guides/trains an inexperienced one, whatever reason. Let alone when pozzing is involved! But in this case it's been quite incoherent - he said he was undetectable and then "take my poz load"? Devotion should be mutual - boy accept training and sir stops meds

I rather suspect she also sees the Middle East conflict as a losing issue for Democrats and is deliberately choosing to focus on other topics - and fortunately (at least from the standpoint of politics) she has many other crises from which to choose.

The lads continued to chat as the match continued with Dave feeling more buzzed with every hit he took. Niall told him that tingling sensation was totally normal but so was sweating. Despite having a couple of cold cans the guys were starting to overheat, leading to Niall losing his t-shirt. Dave hadn't seen him topless before. He couldn't help but stare at his older mates fur covered chest and fit body. As the match was ending Niall decided he'd shower and change leaving Dave in the sitting room. Dave was feeling good and noticed there was still something left in the pipe so took another couple of hits. This really hit him and got his mind racing. He decided to take Niall up on his offer and headed to the bedroom to see if he'd find a pair of boxers to impress the ladies. Niall was just coming out of the shower as Dave was opening the drawer. "Well, well, well, find a pair you like?" In response Dave held up a yellow pair of CK trunks. "Good choice, they'll really show your bulge, throw em on". In no time Dave had stripped below the waste and put on Niall's underwear in front of him. Niall walked toward Dave, cupping his balls, "yep, snug out". The younger man blushed as the older just smirked and gave him a cheeky wink, "They'll all be after a bit of this lad tonight". At that, Niall started to stroke Dave. Dave was suddenly starting to sober a bit as his body couldn't help but react to the helping hand. He started to back away but Niall stayed with him, laughing, "Ha man, you must be horny out". Dave knew Niall was just trying to take the piss but everything he had taken was kicking in and he couldn't help himself. Niall was relentless as Dave kept stepping back, eventually falling back on Niall's bed. Niall released his towel, his own cock now semi hard. He looked at Dave, "Looks like we could both do with this". He pushed Dave down, the teen tried to get up but he was out weighed. The older man slowly started to pull down the underwear. "Just stay calm lad, you'll enjoy it". Dave tried to struggle as Niall lay on top, their cocks pressed together. Niall started to grind against Dave, grunting, telling his apprentice how good it felt. Dave was torn, he felt like crying but was starting to like the feeling of body contact. Both men's pre-cum started to mix on their bellies, staining the shirt Dave never had a chance to remove. Niall moved his face closer to Dave, "See Davey boy, nothing wrong with a couple of mates helping each other out". Dave could only moan in response. Both could feel the tension building in their cocks, Niall coming first. Dave almost came round in the time it took Niall to come down. However the older man used his cum as lube and started to wank the younger to completion before collapsing beside him. The men dozed for a minute or two with Niall getting up and declaring they'd both need another shower before going out and that Dave would probably need to borrow something else to wear.

I really only like getting fucked locked .. and when I cum it’s a tidal wave of orgasm .. but sissy’s are meant to take cum and cock .. I don’t miss pussy in the least

Fuck yesss! I love piss fun!

Exactly. Letting a faggot suck you off does NOT make you gay or even bi. By his logic letting a man massage you is gay too. It's the same thing except the fag is massaging your dick with his mouth!

I have to agree with others who have said that they are not*into* pain as much as they are a total submissive. Much like having to prepare my hole to be used so I ensure that I am clean and ready, I am mentally prepared for anything a *real* man (aka top) wants to do to me ... Choking, spanking, face fucking until I throw up, biting, whipping with a belt or paddle... All things that have been done to me for pleasure. I've been fucked so hard I've bled, choked out while being used, and made to cry more time than I can count. As long as they are happy I'm willing to do anything

I text Lucas and confirmed he could meet up at 5:30 at my place and shot him the address again. I told him I would be heading home from the gym so if I was not there to let himself in and gave him a one time code for the door. He shot a text below: Lucas - Yea I am still up for meeting you tonight. Me - Dude glad you can still make it! Lucas - Me too, been looking forward to it and hanging out as buds and all. Me - I think you are a cool dude and definitely down to hang out some more. Lucas - See you soon! With that I shot off to the gym and lifted and ran three miles. Running always make me horny as fuck and builds up a huge load. Before I started working out I text Pete to swing by between 5:45 and 6 PM. Hey text back and confirmed he would be there and he knew the code to get in. Then I text my other boys Frankie, Devon and Michael (BBC) I got home right at 5:32 and received a text from Lucas he was there at 5:25 and I told him to go in and turn on the TV. I would be there shortly. I walked in commando in my basketball shorts with my dick flopping around. He said hi and then could not stop looking at my rod, I hang more than five inches soft and he knows what it is like hard. I went to the kitchen and got Lucas his special drink with some G in it to loosen him up before we had some fun. I am sure he would have sucked me but may have bolted when others got here. I had plans for him. I made sure not to give him to much but enough to take the edge off. I came back with his drink and mine, he had a fruit flavored drink with vodka and I had water but he had no idea. I stood in front of him and told him to drink we were in for some fun tonight. He must have been nervous since he gulped it down really fast. I did the same but just stood there in front of him with my dick growing slightly. Hey I need to grab a shower, let me put something on that you can watch while I get ready. I picked a hot scene that that starts out with two guys sharing a chick and turn BI. I looked at the clock and it was 5:50 and I knew Pete would be there soon. I could see the G was working and Luscas was totally relaxed. I text Pete that he was ready, he text back that he was pulling up. I went to the bedroom and turned on the cam so I could see Pete work his magic. Pete must have gotten because he should have been in already, it worked though since Lucas was horny as fuck he pulled out his dick and started jacking off watching the video. He was focus as Pete let himself in. He could see Lucas and he motioned to me that I picked a good one. Then he went over and sat on the sofa. Hey dude I am Pete, Lucas looked put out and put his hand over his dick. Fuck dude this is one hot porno, I may have to rub one out while I am waiting hope you don't mind. Pete pulled down his sweats and out sprang his fat uncut dick. It had to be 8" in circumference and almost 8" long. He was only half hard but he had Lucas's attention. Pete ignored him and started to work his big dick and it kept growing and Lucas kept licking his lips. Pete looked over as the Porn turned BI and said dude what a fucking hot film. Ever done that? I saw Lucas nod his head yes. Pete pushed his dick out and said bet that would feel amazing if you sucked my head. Locus moved a little closer. Pete stroked his uncut dick and then grabbed the back of Lucas's head and guided him to his dick. Lucas sucked Pete's head and licked all over it. The kid loves cum, Pete encouraged him and before long Pete was pushing Lucas's head down on his dick and tell him to open wide boy. Lucas pulled up and gaged and coughed. Pete pulled out some poppers and put them up to Lucas's noise and told him to breath and then the other nostril and then repeated it two more time and then pushed his head back down on that big fuck meat. He must have been spinning, I slipped out and mixed some more juice with G and put it on the stand where Pete was and before long Lucas came up for air. Pete grabbed the drink and gave it to Lucas, boy your mouth is dry you need a drink and Lucas swallowed it down. Then Pete took the glass and put poppers back up to the kid and four more hits. Once again Pete guided him down on his dick and Lucas got more of Pete fuck stick in his throat and Pete grabbed his head and held it and told him to hold in place and not to move and he face fucked him for five minutes and finally got all his dick in pubes on Lucas's face and cum down the boys neck. Pete held there and Lucas must not have been able to breath as he was pushing against Pete to pull off and finally Pete let him off his dick. Lucas tried to breath and gain his composure, Pete bent down and told him to open his mouth. Lucas did and Pete spit three times in his mouth and then slide his fingers in and he must have gone down the kids throat as Lucas started to gag again. Pete pulled out and then kissed the kid once he caught his breath and said boy you better get up before anyone finds us. Lucas complied and sat on the couch and I told him he had a fucking hot mouth and I wanted it again.

Part 3 Looking up at the really bred twink, David was ready to correct Benji that he actually gave him 3 loads, but wanted to wait until he had pulled out of the well fucked hole. As hid his cock began to soften he said to the newbie bottom, “You have a great ass. You’re going to be very popular tonight, we really need to join the party.” Benji seemed a little disappointed hoping that David would keep fucking him. The feeling of David’s cock sliding in and out of his ass and then throbbing inside him felt amazing. David knew exactly what Benji was thinking, all the inexperienced guys that were lured to the parties had the sane thought, I need cock inside me. David planted the seeds that would lead the newbie to becoming the slut he was destined to be when he told Benji, “I know that look. Not to worry, there are plenty of guys that are going to want to fuck that great ass you have there, we just need to join the party.” David was right, the news of Benji being ‘fresh meat’ and betting negative had already spread through the group. All those who attended the party knew to keep the kid obvious poz talk down. The ambiguous poz talk that were not directly clear was encouraged hoping to get Benji to repeat what he hears. David’s cock had slipped out of Benji’s ass by this point. David helped the newbie up and as he walked towards where his clothes were piled he felt the vast amount of cum that David deposited saying, “You really loaded me up. I can feel you cum squishing inside me.” David let the twink know, “You're feeling all that cum cause I gave you 3 loads.” David kissed him passionately before going on, “And there’s nothing more hotter to me then sharing those loads with you. It is a connection like that that makes what we did so special. It’s a bond that cannot be broken. Think of it as my special gift to you.” Benji was smiling at David comments as he felt the cum inside him and he didn’t know why, but he had to say “Thank you for your gift.” At that moment the only thought in his mind was that he knew he needed more cock inside him, but he also was thinking that he needed more cum. He was about to grab his clothes when David stopped him, giving him another kiss telling him, “You’re not going to be needing those, this is a clothing optional party and you look terrific naked. I told you, you’re going to be very popular.” David led the unsuspecting teen through the gate from the private patio you the main pool patio. Benji looked and to see about 2 dozen men ranging in age from his 18 years to 50’s. Most the young his close to his age were naked. They were either on their knees sucking dick, getting fucked or smoking something from a glass pipe. David led him over to where three naked guys were standing and smoking on the glass pipe he noticed as they walked into the pool area. David introduced him to Kyle and Keith, twin brothers in their 30’s and Tyler who was about his age, a little taller then he was, but about the sane build. “This is Benji. I just met him tonight and thought he’d enjoy the party. Why don’t you guys get to know each other.” David knew that they would get him blowing clouds and in no time he’d be tweaked out of his mind. It didn’t take long when Benji asked, “What’s with the glass pipe?” Tyler answered as he heated the bowl with a torch, “Just a little something that helps you relax and enjoy the fun we’re all having tonight.” Then he put the pipe up to his mouth and sucked in the smoke that was building up in the bowl. One of the twins, Kyle, standing close to Benji said, “Ty, shotgun the cloud to Benji.” Benji had smoked pot before and knew what a shotgun was and made sure his lungs were effort when Tyler leaned in to deliver the smoke. He inhaled all that Tyler gave him when the shotgun turned into a deep kiss as Tyler’s tongue probed into Benji’s mouth. The kiss has the newbie forgetting to exhale. As the two kissed the twins moved in behind the kissing twinks. Kyle snuggled in behind Benji as Keith moved in behind Tyler. Tyler broke of the kiss as he felt Keith’s growing cock nestle between his ass cheeks as he then leaned back for a kiss. Benji was finally able up let the smoke that he had held in his lungs out. He felt the drug radiate through his body as our seemed to center in his ass. Kyle pulled him back for a kiss as his rock hard cock slid in between his own butt cheeks. As the kiss broke Kyle commented, “Oh nice, I see you’ve already been fucked.” Feeling a little embarrassed that Kyle knew he had been fucked, but part of him wanted to feel the cock that was now rubbing up and down his crack siding inside him. He grinded his ass back against the stud begins him as Tyler asked him, “You want another hit bro?” Benji didn’t take to think through his answer as Tyler handed him the pipe instructing him on how to heat the bowl. Once the smoke began to swirl in the bowl he told Benji, “Keep the torch under the bowl and breathe in slowly until you can’t take in any more.” They watched as Benji took his first direct hit of Tina from a pipe emptying the smoke into his lungs. Once h his lungs were filled to capacity Kyle whispered “Now hold that smoke inside as long as you can. The longer the better.” Kyle took the pipe from Benji as Tyler grabbed the torch saying, “Allow me to hold the torch for you Sir.” Benji felt the heat from the torch as Tyler lit it and held it under the bowl for Kyle. The twin took a big hit as Benji was nearing his ability it how his breath. Once he was done Tyler you the pipe and handed it to the twins standing behind him. Benji finally let our a massive cloud and before he could catch a clean breath of air like turned his head, placing his mouth over the twink and blowing the smoke from his lungs into Benji's lungs. The shotgun caught Benji of guard as it turned into a kiss. Although being a surprise, Benji welcomed the smoke. Benji held the smoke as long as he could when he finally blew out a nice cloud he looked over to see Keith and Tyler sharing a shotgun. As he was finally getting a fresh breath of air Kyle told him, “Take the shotgun from Ty.” Without any normal thought Benji knew he needed to get more of this smoke. The feelings he was getting throughout his body traveling from his ass to his cock up his spine him his brain back to his ass that was from very empty. Kyle could feel the change in his body as the drugs began to flow through his body. Benji looked at Tyler and could see a change in him, one that he was happening inside his own mind and body. Tyler handed the pipe to Benji as he looked over his shoulder saying to Keith, “Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck your cock feels great.” Benji it the torch as Kyle said, “That’s it, blow some more clouds and I’ll give what you want, what your be need.” As suggested Benji took 3 connective hits as Kyle continued to tease the twink rubbing cock in the crack of his ass. He could feel the change within the teen’s body as he blew the third cloud saying, “That’s it, I can tell you’re ready for my dick now. You ready to get fucked? You ready for me to breed you?.” At first Benji could only shake his head, then finally said, “Yes! Please fuck me. Give me your load. Breed me.” Kyle lined his cock up when Benji’s cum filled hole and pressed inside. With David’s cum already inside, Kyle's cock breached the twink's outer ring easily. Once Benji felt the initial penetration he pushed back to get more of the older man’s cock inside his ass. The twins actions at first surprised Kyle, but with the drugs flowing through the newbie’s body, it was the hunger he was feeling. Once the cock penetrating him as balls deep Benji let out a deep moan before saying, “Oh fuck, your cock is inside me, it’s so hard inside me.” Kyle replied, “Yes it is, and not I’m going to give you a good fucking before I breed you.” With that said Kyle began to slowly withdraw his cock before pushing back inside the bottom before him. Benji pushed back to meet the thrust. He was transfixed at the sight of Tyler getting fucked by the other twin. He could hear Tyler saying, “Fuck yeah. Fuck that ass. Load me up with you cum. Give me the cum, the gift of your cum.” Benji recognized the a look of pleasure and bliss on Tyler’s face and without know the true meaning behind what he was hearing he just parroted for Kyle to hear by slightly turning his head to say, “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Breed me. I want the gift of your cum. Load me up.” The two kissed before hearing Kyle say, “Fuck yeah faggot, you want want to be fucked? You want me to load you up with my cum, my gift? I'm going to fuck you so good you’ll be begging for more and when I breed you I expect you to thank me for breeding you, thank me for the gift of my cum.” Benji nodded his head at first, then finally said “Yes, yes fuck me.” By now both twinks were taking a pounding. Tyler looked over at Benji and commented, “I can tell the feeling as good as I am feeling. Isn’t it great to have your head in the clouds?” Benji noticed that Tyler reached when to his own crotch and began to play with his soft cock. Seeing Tyler’s actions sent the thought into his own mid as he then reached down for his own cock only to discover he to was soft. Like that he began to play with himself to hear the twins say, “That’s it faggots, play with your useless cocks.” Tyler knew it was useless to stroke himself, there was no way he was going to get hard but he knew the twins like seeing the bottom they are fucking try. This usually let the animal inside each twin out. Tyler knew he was finally going to get the hard, animalistic fuck me wanted. The question was, could Benji handle the onslaught Kyle was about to give him. Kyle grabbed his hips and began to pound into the newbie causing his moans to increase in volume. They couldn’t tell if the moans were form pain of pleasure, nor did they care. The only thing Kyle cared about was the warmth and tight ass he was fucking. As he was taking the pounding from Kyle, Keith was about to breed Tyler. Tyler could tell that his top was getting close, he felt the cock inside him grow thicker and harder as he began to beg, “FUCK YEAH, BREED ME. GIVE ME YOUR DNA. I WANT YOUR HOT CUM. I WANT YOUR GIFT.” When Keith heard Tyler beg, he slammed his cock in hard and deep steaming out, “OH FUCK! TAKE MY CUM. TAKE MY GIFT, MY DNA!” Benji wasn’t sure how much more of Kyle's pounding he thought his own begging might help, “FUCK YEAH! BREED THAT ASS! GIVE ME YOUR HOT LOAD! I WANT YOUR GIFT, YOUR DNA!” That begging seemed to push Kyle over the edge as he took a couple more strokes before he slammed in so deep he penetrated the deep ring depositing his load while saying, “FUCKING TAKE THEY LOAD, TAKE THE GIFT OF MY CUM.”

Chris leaked when Manetti squeezed his dick. His still hard purple head was covered in spooge and Manetti wanted to torture the kid for a bit, polishing his nob, just cuz he could. The palm of his hand went back and forth as Chris squirmed in pleasure and pain under his control. “Stop! Nooo,” he laughed howling and thrashing. The wall phone in the kitchen immediately began to ring and light flood into their darkened room from across the airshaft. The light brought Manetti more in focus to Chris, breaking their intimacy slightly. As his mind settled back from his raging high, what they had just done started to frighten him a little. Manetti’s slimy cock slid out of Chris' ass like a fat slug. There was an audible 'plop' like a cork as it popped out of the grip of his sphincter, and he felt a small amount of liquid dribbled out his crack, down his tail bone and slide under his back. Manetti went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver and silently listened. "Thanks," he finally said. "Yes, he definitely has a hot pussy, Master," said Manetti into the receiver. The long phone cord allowed him to come back into the room talking. "We were that loud, huh?" He gave Chris an 'oops' look. "Well, I'm glad it enticed you, Sir." Manetti paused, then was quiet for quite a while, considering the proposal from the person on the other end of the line. He grew serious looking at Chris while the voice on the other end continued speaking. There was a pause on the other end, seeming to wait for Manetti to reply. Then the voice added a few words, which brought a smile to Manetti’s lips. "Well, we were probably going to bed, but I think our boy could be convinced otherwise. What do you say, Chief?" Manetti asked the bound boy covering the mouthpiece. "Up for a drop-by to my Master’s? Could be worth your while," he said rubbing his fingers together and wiggling his dark brows. "Even might be the beginning of a long term plan. A little for you, a cut for me, and the rest for Master. Maybe the plan you were looking for, Chief." Manetti’s teeth glowed in the light from across the airshaft. Chris gave him an I-don’t-know look in return. Frankly, he'd do what Manetti wanted him to do as long as Manetti was there. Back to the phone, he said, "Sure, the kid's psyched to meet you. We’ll come over right away." He paused. "Yes, Sir, I know what you like. I'll get him prepped just like that. Right, give us a little time then." Another pause, then a finger went up Chris’ hole. “Yep, he’s still wet but his hole is tightening.” Manetti sucked his finger smiling at Chris. “Sure, I have some G. Will do.” He went back into the kitchen and hung up. "Boy, to get through this night, I think we need to up your game." Manetti came back into the room and stopped by the bookcase and picked up the box with the orange tipped needles. He came over to Chris, who suddenly became alarmed, shook his head emphatically side to side. Manetti saw the kid stressing and put his hand on his face to reassure him. “Nah, Chief, nothing like that,” he said lifting out a little vial of liquid, putting a reassuring hand on Chris’ beating heart. “Only a couple of drops of G right now to prep you.” He took an eyedropper and counted out some drops in his water glass, swirled it around, and put the class up to Chris’ mouth. “What is it?” “Something that’ll take the edge of the booty bump I gave you. Makes you relax. Kind of like a warm bathtub. Nasty tasting though,” he broke into an evil grin. “But you like nasty, right?” Chris took a sip and made a face. “Yeah, I know. Here, I’ll take some too so we’ll be on the same planet, okay?” Manetti drank and made the same face as Chris. He got Chris to drink a little more. “Drink me, Alice,” Manetti said in a tiny voice. “You’ll need it to get through the door.” Chris gave him a blank look. “Never mind. Here, take this too. It’s a muscle relaxer. I think you’ll need it.” He put a white pill on Chris' tongue, and let him wash it down with a last sip from the glass. “Why do I need a muscle relaxer? Is he going to fuck me, Mike?” “Most definitely, he’s going to fuck you, buddy, and he’s a lot bigger than me, and I ain’t no small zucchini, am I?” “Oh shit.” Chris' head fell backward. “Yeah, but on the bright side look how hard you are. I gotta warn you though, if you come with me, Master Drax does believes in everyone slamming and doesn’t take no for an answer. So rule number one: never say no. He has lots of ways to make you say yes and they aren't any fun, believe me. Second rule: don't say 'I can't.' To him that translates to 'I won't.'" Chris looked trouble. Manetti went on, "Your Catholic so you'll get this: Saying no means he can always change your mind, so to him that's a venial sin. But refusing him outright, saying you won't? That's a mortal sin. And you don't want to do that. Ever. Got it?” “I think I wanna stay here, if that’s alright.” “You're scared of needles cuz of your ma, huh?” asked Manetti, with a note of compassion. “Your brother told me she was tasting even before Carl came sniffing around. He said last time he checked in with you guys, she was living with Carl, but she was married to her H.” “Can you untie me?” Chris asked. Manetti removed his cuffs and Chris slid out of the sling and sat on the futon crossed legged. He started looking around the room then looked at his boner. “Man, is this ever going down?” He tried to make a joke of it, but Manetti saw the G was making only a mild dent in his mood. He was playing again with himself, pinching his nipples, which seemed to be something new to him, was a tactic, thought Manetti, to try and take his mind off his family and this, Manetti saw, wasn't working. The Prior Puss was taking over the evening. Manetti knew he had to distract the kid for a while for the G to take full effect. “Hey, how’d you like me to shave you?" Chris perked up and looked at him curiously. "I shave Ben all the time and he loves it. It’ll really calm you down. It goes well with G too. Wanna try?" His caterpillar eyebrows wiggled. "I love shaving your brother.” “What do I do?” “Nothing but lie there. Just look pretty." Manetti went toward the bathroom. "Like you could ever not look pretty.” The words did their job and Chris laid down smiling. Manetti went in and made preparations. Chris lay there blushing and grinning to himself. He could see why Ben liked this guy. “But I like my bush,” he called out to Manetti in mock protest. He felt his small bush. Not much of one he had to admit. “You clip it, baby. Think it makes you look bigger, right? Ya’know you got nothing to be ashamed of.” He came back in with a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a straight razor. "I know you'll enjoy this." He sat next to Chris, and set out his wares. "Listen: Master Drax has special tastes. We're start with the simplest. He likes his new boys shaved. Everywhere." Manetti wrang out a wash cloth over the pan and soak the little bit of blond pubes Chris had. "You like keeping it short. But maybe you don't want them at all. Prefer to stay a boy." He sprayed foam in his hand and covered Chris' pubes. For pleasure or torture, he also coated his shaft and balls, massaging it in until Chris was squirming again in his hand. A few well-placed strokes of the razor and Chris' pubes were gone. He spent special time kneading his balls, flattening them out, squeezing them hard. Part pain and eventually part pleasure for Chris. "Lay your arms back." His pits were easy to shave. While on the second pit, Manetti said, "Man, how long since you showered, boy?" "A month, I guess." Chris was starting to float in his body. He succumbed the water and the warmth of the rag. With Manetti taking care of him, they were bonding closer. It was a feeling he didn't want to stop. "A month?" he asked incredulously. "Last gym class I took, I guess. After that I stopped going to school." "Well, no wonder you smell like a hobo." He gave a small laugh as he scraped the last of Chris' arm pit hair. "Master's probably gonna like your smell. Once I finish your butt, I should probably douse you with a finishing touch." Chris opened his eyes to see Manetti pretending to take a wiz on him. Chris mouthed silently, fuck, yeah, agreeing to whatever came into Manetti's dirty mind. "Up, Chief. Back in the sling." Chris got up slowly, then slunk back in the sling and put his legs in the stirrups. Manetti moved down below Chris' butt hole, pulled up a stool and started soaping his crack. To Chris, the feeling was sensuous; to Manetti it was salacious. He played with the boy's hole for a while, prying it apart with two fingers up and down, and then side to side. He spat in it and pulled some of his own cum out to use as lube. He stuck a finger deep inside, rubbing his prostate and generally feeling out the kid's hole. Chris head lolled to the side enjoying the sensations, looking up to the mirror occasionally catching Manetti brown head studying his anal anatomy. Soon, with a few deft strokes, his cheeks were soft and smooth. His purple hand prints were fading to pink. "Okay, hardest part. You're nicely stretched but I want you to remain totally relaxed." He took the straight razor and made micro-scrapes against the boy sphincter. Each stroke made the boy clench. He stopped for a moment, stood up, and smacked his ass hard. "I'm serious now, boy. Stop flinching or I'm going to slice you. I'm a lot more careful than Master would be, so you want me doing this, not him." Chris bit his lip. He liked when Manetti ordered him around, but he was apprehensive if he could keep his hole perfectly relaxed. "I'll try." "Rule three: there is no try, only do. Think Yoda. Seriously, I'm going to put this inside you," he said holding up the straight razor. "I'll be twisting it a full three-sixty. If Master finds even one hair in there I can guarantee you your ass is going to be a bloody mess when he's done. Trust me, I know. Picture my hole for a minute. Yours is a piece of cake." Chris felt the warm washcloth wipe the remainder of soap away. He then felt Manetti's tongue circle his hole, licking the edges then spiraling deep inside. It felt fantastic. His hole relaxed even more the deeper Manetti's tongue went. Then he felt the cool razor slide ever so gently and slowly into his hole. He concentrated on how relaxed he was under Manetti's spell, how much he liked him, put all his trust in him. Thought only of that. He felt the razor slowly twisted around his open hole. Six, then seven nicks of stray hairs he felt intensely as if they were being ripped out of him. Still he remained open. "Good boy. I'm coming out." The blade fell out slowly. It almost tickled. At the last moment of contact, however, he couldn't hold back a last minute flinch. The blade pricked him only slightly, but enough to draw a small trickle of blood. It stung and his sphincter went into delayed spasms, pushing some residual cum out his hole. Manetti lapped at it without without scolding him. His tongue was soothing though Chris knew blood, saliva and Manetti's cum was mixing in his wound. But the lapping tongue was hypnotic. Minutes went by silently. His sphincter stopped clenching and he lightly dozed off feeling Manetti tongue going on for eternity. Not caring what happened next. Remembering only Manetti's tongue lulling him to sleep. He would fall asleep every night like this if he was Manetti's. *** But he wasn't Manetti's. First one hand was pulled up and buckled in place. Then the other. Still he was content and floating like a baby in a swing. "Good boy. Now for your reward." From far away he heard the words and responded like he was still asleep. "What?" His words felt unnaturally slow coming out of him. "Wait." He realized his arms were again bound. "Wait. What...?" Through droopy eyes he saw Manetti take out a prepared point. "Just a small one, Chief. It'll put you in the right frame of mind to meet Master. He's expecting it." Manetti tied a rubber tourniquet around Chris' small bicep and began tapping the crook of his arm. It was pretty easy to find a vein on the skinny boy. He found a juicy one and told the kid to hold still or he might hurt him. Chris stopped squirming and watched with fascinated horror as the needle found it target. "Stick. Tell me if this burns." A swirl of red flooded into the vile and slowly Manetti unloaded the liquid into Chris' vein. The boy felt nothing immediately as Manetti withdrew the needle and pressed his thumb on the point of entry. His other hand unleashed the tourniquet, just as the boy coughed. Chris panicked. Manetti stood above him, his face easing into that large shark smile he'd had before. "That's it, my red blooded American boy." He watched the kid flush beet red, going through alternating phases. Panic turned to ecstasy, turned back to panic. "Just ride it. That's it. Enjoy it." "Too intense." Manetti leaned over Chris' face. He knew what would help the kid. He pushed his pec out to hover over his face, unleashing one of the boy's arms. Chris put his hand on Manetti's chest, felt the muscle flexing just for him. He caressed the hair, found the pierced nipple. Manetti bent even lower to the boy. Chris started sucking away, nursing like an infant, both metal and flesh. Chris looked up at Manetti and met the shark smile with one of his own. A smile shaded with a bit of evil he'd never let out before. He struggled to get up forgetting his other hand was still bound. Manetti helped him get it off. Chris buried his face in the man's chest, inhaling him, licking him. Put his face under Manetti’s armpit. Manetti took pleasure in letting him lick the pit, then helped him get up. Chris slid off the sling and began pacing around the bedroom murmuring fuck repeatedly. "How's that feel? You like?" Chris couldn't form any words but held up his thumb. "Go ahead and lay down. Enjoy the rush. Just ride it through." As he sat he fell back, feeling like he was falling down a rabbit hole, that the ceiling was rising above him, his vision was crossed and he felt the rush of euphoria jet through him. He was giddy, flush with excitement, he only wished Manetti's cock was back inside him. "Fuck," he grabbed onto the only words that made sense, confessing, "I feel like a little boy with you. I want you to molest me." He felt around his smooth, wet hole and stuck a couple of fingers inside. Manetti laugh. "You feel it don't you. Feel all those carnal urges you've buried. You want to suck a dog dick, don't you?" "Yeah. Big horse dick. Your dick. I want to be buried in cum. I want you to fist me like those guys are doing." He flicked his head at the TV where a black guy was punch fisting a young guy in a sling. "I want you to fist me like you and Ben fist. I want you to use dildoes on me and make me have a huge cunt like yours. I want you to fist me to your elbow and your armpit. I want to feel your hairy pit rub against my hole." "Looks like you like-y? And that's just a teeny bit. More to come at Master Drax." Manetti put the orange cap back on the syringe, and pointed the camera back on the boy as he rolled around feeling all his erogenous zones, spewing a watershed of perversions. Manetti left him to his pleasure, feeling his hole, pulling on his flaccid dick, tweeking his nipples, going at them all with abandon. He went over to the closet and pulled out chaps and put them on, then pulled out a chastity cage out of a drawer and put it in his pocket. He went into the kitchen where he took the metal lid off the bathtub. Fuck, he heard Chris repeating, unable to contain himself. He heard a never-ending stream of fucks and perverted ideas spewing out of the kid's mouth, that he wanted Jeff to fuck him, for Carl to fuck him. He wanted to have someone at work named Shakir cover him in Valvoline oil and fuck him. He wanted to get fucked in the gas station toilet. He wanted the gas station owner named Duke to fuck him from behind while he licked the urinal. “You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul!” The kid had an imagination! He enjoyed how spun the kid was on such a little amount, how open he was to anything right now. As a test Manetti came back in the room and picked up a filthy jock strap, held it out for the boy to smell. "What do you think of this? It's your brothers." The boy sniffed it and then began to tear into it. He sucked it and his saliva made the jock wet and unlocked the odor of piss emanating from the stains. "You want to wear it over your face to meet Master? I know he'd love that. He's a nasty mother fucker like no one you've ever met." Chris was almost unrecognizable animal in his drug frenzy, nothing at all like he was when he first came in the door. He was so into it with the jock, it looked like he hardly heard what Manetti was saying. "Ya'know, you’re lucky I took your cherry. Master Drax wouldn't have been so gentle." "I don’t think," he managed to get out while chewing the jock strap, "that you were that gentle." He was high on piss fumes, high on the residual cum, reeling in lust sucking his brother's jock. He looked at Manetti like an idea had just struck him. "I liked it rough.” "I'll relay that thought, boy. C'mon, get up. You’re ready to meet Master. He's got a wide variety in his stable. The rougher, the more money he'll make off you. The less limits, the more we’ll all make. Think you'll like that?" Chris bobbed his head, agreeing to anything Manetti said to him. He sprung up and put the wet jock around his neck. Manetti steered him into the kitchen, told him to get in the tub. "You need a douse before we go." "Douse of what?" Chris asked, stepping in. "Master likes raunch, heavy raunch. Let's get you prepped and stinkin'. Open your mouth, pig. You know you want it." He hadn't thought about it but was susceptible to any suggestion coming from his idol. He laid down in the tub and opened his mouth. Manetti immediately covered him in piss, going up and down the kid's naked body. Chris ran his hands up over his torso like he was washing himself. He let out a low moan of pleasure. "Warm," he sighed. "Open." Chris stopped rubbing and opened his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows. Manetti took aim and hit his mark right on target. "Swallow." The boy obeyed. It was salty and bitter and came out of Manetti, so he guzzled the piss letting it splash in his mouth, and gulped it down into his stomach. "Good pig. You like that, pig boy?" Chris bobbed his head. Without prompting he leaned back and spread his legs to expose his hole to Manetti. "Okay, you fucking filth pig." With that, Manetti let a stream of piss hit his hole. Some went in and the kid pushed it out like a mini-geyser. "You stinkin’ fuck pig! Get up—you’re ready.” Chris scrambled getting up. They both stopped for a second regarding each other, listening to the remains of piss draining down the pipe. Two massive shark grins flashed between them. Manetti helped him step out of the tub; Chris' platinum hair yellow and flattened, his eyes electric.