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My emotions for the next three days were an equal concoction of terror and lust. I was terrified that my very first sexual experience might well have exposed me to the deadly virus of HIV. Visions from the news of guys with faces scared by Karposys Sarcoma haunted me constantly. At the same time my ass ached for another raw cock. It craved the pain of the initial penetration. It knew this pain would transform to the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. It longed to push back onto a pounding naked pole until the guy’s breath became rapped. My gut walls anticipated the spray of a guys cum. Any guys cum. I knew that once again I would hold it in like a precious treasure as long as I could. I was too frightened to go to a sexual health clinic. I didn’t sleep, nor could I study or focus in class. I totally bombed two tests at school. I knew I needed to sleep so took a long hot shower and ate three hash brownies before crawling naked into bed. The fresh clean sheets felt amazing, and I soon dropped into a deep sleep of the dead. Then the dreaming began. It all seemed so real I had no idea I was dreaming. I was back in the senior year of high school. My hunky phys-ed teacher was giving us a health lesson on sex education. He was stressing the importance of using condoms. He asked for a volunteer and the biggest nerd was first to raise his hand. The nerd was instructed to drop his pants and underwear before he bent over the teacher’s desk. Our teacher was now naked with a raging hard on and meticulously demonstrated applying a condom to his member. Copious amounts of Vaseline were applied to the condom covered cock and fingered into the nerd’s prone ass. The nerd’s mouth was covered to stifle his scream as the teachers cock breached the nerd’s hole. A vigorous pounding ensued until the teacher was clearly blasting inside the condom in the nerd’s ass. The ravaged condom and dripping nerd ass hole were displayed to the class. “What’s the lesson here class?” our teacher asked. It seemed I was the only one that knew the answer. I was next naked on the wings of our school stage. Our silver fox, ruggedly handsome, principle was finishing a similar lesson to the entire school assembly when he invited me to come on stage. I was instructed to bend over a fuck bench. The principle removed his tie and opened his shirt. He squatted behind me and began rimming my ass. Then he was standing stark naked behind me and teasing my hole with his naked cock. He spoke to the assembled student body; “You need to beware of this trick, there are consequences, and I will demonstrate them here and now.” Then he bent to my ear and in a stage whisper for all to hear he asked; “Can I just put the tip in?” I asked cautiously; “Just the tip?” “Unless you want more.” He winked at the audience. “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He assured After the tip of his beer can thick cock was in my ass, and I’d had time to adjust and relax he asked; “So how’s that feel? Do you want me to go in a bit deeper?” “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He once again assured. “OK. But just three more inches. Then pull out and condom up.” He pushed in as I pushed back. “Awe yeah, nice. Feel’s great for me and my raw cock. How about you?” he asked. “Fuck, I love it! Give me the rest. Bottom out …” He did and I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my but cheeks. “Can you just fuck me for a bit before the condom goes on? Remember, don’t cum in me.” The principle addressed the auditorium; “You’ll notice they will always make this request. Once your raw cock is inside, they all want to feel it fucking them. Stay tuned, the next step is also predictable.” The fuck he laid on was amazing. I didn’t want it to stop. Yet all too soon his breathing became erratic. He managed to wheaz out, “I’m close, where do you want my cum?” As my brain screamed ‘pull out, don’t cum in me, PULL OUT!’ my mouth said the opposite; “Inside me, cum in my ass.” “Anything you want. FFUUCCCKKKKK … breeding you now!” I awoke in a cold sweat with my nocturnal discharge soiling my no longer fresh sheets. It was 3:30 a.m. and clear I wasn’t going back to sleep. I slipped on jogging shorts and a clean wife beater t. I found the closest 24-hour drug store and bought three sizes of condoms. As well as my fire hall training, I had been a boy scout. I was now ready to ‘BE PREPARED”. I’d heard about the cruising woods in a park I passed on my way back home. I slowed and noticed one car in the parking lot. The driver was leaning against the hood, his presence highlighted by the occasional glow of his cigarette. I pulled a U-turn and entered the parking lot. As I approached the guy, I noticed he was wearing torn blue jeans and his shirt was open. There was a bit of hair in the middle of his chest, and he had quite an obvious beer belly. When he blurted as he rubbed his crotch, “Looks like you’re looking for some action”, any thoughts about his appearance went out of my mind. I just followed him into the woods. He backed me up against a tree and planted a cigarette infused kiss on my lips. My brain registered, ‘this is disgusting’ as my shorts tented. I couldn’t believe it as the words “Fuck me!” spilled from my lips. As he turned me around and pulled down my shorts, I could hear him say; “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.” I quickly pulled my t off and leaned on the tree trunk. I felt the heat of his bare chest hug my back and his hard cock poking at my hole. “Do you have a condom kid, or do you even care?” It was in that moment I realized I had left my purchase in my car. “Just fuck me already!” I blurted. He instantly plowed into me balls deep, no lube, no further warning. I screamed, the pain was so intense, but it didn’t deter him. He immediately pounded away at my burning hole. It took a while but eventually the transition from pain to intense pleasure occurred and when he would ease up, I found myself fucking my ass back onto his turgid organ. When I heard his breathing change and intensify over the slapping of our bodies I made my feeble request; “Don’t cum in me.” “Fuck, you want me to pull out?” he complained. “No! Not yet, keep fucking me ‘til the last second.” As he pushed in deeper than ever and held, he moaned; “Aww, ffuucckkk! Reached the last second. Loading your hole. Aww, yeah!!!” He went back to pumping his cum deeper into my vulnerable hole; “Fuck, damn you! But thanks, ‘cause secretly I wanted you to breed me. Your load feels amazing!” “Oh kid, it was no secret from the moment you made that U-turn.” I knew it was too late to ask but as we returned to our cars I asked, “Are you clean?” His reply left my blood running cold; “Kid I have no idea. I’ve got five strangers’ cum dripping from my ass. I was just waiting to unload before heading home to let them marinate in me the rest of the night. Good luck kid!”

Sometime in August 2024, in west-central London. Marco turned up at Felipe's place at 11pm as agreed. He was excited, as he was really attracted to the pictures he had seen of Felipe on the hookup app, and couldn't wait to get fucked by him and also to fuck with him. A good couple of hours flip-fucking was in order, and badly needed, as it had been several months since Marco last had sex due to a very busy work schedule. Due to the fact that it was such a late hour, he didn't knock on the door of Felipe's apartment, as he didn't know if perhaps some of the neighbours in the other apartments in the apartment block were sleeping, so he sent Felipe a text message saying "I'm here". Felipe sent a message back saying "Ok let yourself in, the door is open, I'm still in the bathroom. Just go straight through to the room directly in front of you as you come through the front door. I'll be with you in a few moments." So, Marco went in. To his left was a room and also a room directly in front, which he had been told to go to by Felipe. He could hear water running, from what sounded like a shower head, from the room on the left, so he assumed maybe Felipe was in there still preparing (douching, probably !). He went into the room in front, and it was a rather small room with a large double bed and a couple of windows that were open, seemingly to let cool air into the room, as it was the height of summer. The lighting in the room was subdued; the main light was off and the room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp on a chest of drawers. The room was not the tidiest, there were a few clothes on the floor and bags (plastic bags and also rucksacks and a couple of duffel bags). That didn't bother Marco at all, as Marco himself isn't the tidiest person in the world, but he did observe that the room was slightly messy. He sat down on the edge of the bed and just waited, and had a little scroll through his social media accounts, and checked the profiles of a few of the hot amateur porn guys he follows on Twitter, which made him really horny. About 5 minutes later Felipe came into the room, completely naked and drying his hair with a towel. "Hey, sorry about that. I wasn't quite ready when you arrived." Felipe said, drying his hair and then throwing the towel down onto the back of a chair beside the bed. Marco smiled: "Oh, that's alright. I'm good. Looking forward to enjoying your cock and ass, man!" Felipe laughed: "Good. I'm looking forward to it all too. By the way you look way better in person than in your pictures." Marco laughed, too, and simply said, "Oh, thanks man", as he started to unzip his trousers and strip off. Since Felipe was already naked, he thought to himself 'why not?'. Felipe was originally from Colombia (Medellin) rather small in height, maybe only around 5 ft 6, and very slim/slender, with nice abs that you could just about make out if you looked closely enough (not so clearly defined as some guys, but they were definitely there). He was maybe around mid to late thirties. He had an average sized dick, around 6 inches, uncut, with very nice smooth balls. His ass was also smooth; in fact, he was completely hairless all over (ass, balls, pubic area). Marco was English-born but of Portuguese heritage on his father's side (English on his mother's side). He was a bit taller in height than Felipe, perhaps around 5 ft 8 or 5 ft 9, and also rather slim. He was late thirties to early forties. His dick was larger than average, around 8 inches and very thick, with an upward curve. He had pubic hair but neatly trimmed, and balls that were slightly hairy too. Marco was now naked, and Felipe walked over to him, embraced him with a hug, and gave him a deep, slow, passionate kiss. "Mmmm. Fuck. You're a really good kisser" Marco told him, his big dick now very much standing to attention. "Que rico!" Felipe said, grinning, as he took Marco's dick in his hand and squeezed it hard. "I want that dick inside me." "Oh, you're gonna have it in you, babe. So deep. I love to go deep." Marco said, excitedly. Felipe walked to the other side of the room and opened up the chest of drawers with the lamp on it. He rummaged through a couple of the drawers before exclaiming: "Aha! There it is." He turned around and started putting a black coloured cock ring around his balls and dick. Marco thought it actually looked really hot and sexy. Felipe then started rummaging through the drawers again. "Hmmm. Where is it, I know it's in here somewhere...." Marco wondered what Felipe was looking for now: "What is it you're looking for?" he asked, while stroking his hard dick and admiring Felipe's smooth as fuck ass. "This!" Felipe said, and turned around and threw a cock ring at Marco. "Oh thanks," Marco said as he chuckled slightly, "but I don't really need this. I'll be okay thanks." Felipe grinned widely, with some beautiful white teeth showing: "Oh, believe me: you're definitely gonna need it." Marco was confused why Felipe had said that, and he didn't want to offend him or anything, so he just put the cock ring on. He actually liked how it looked, and loved how it actually applied a nice feeling of pressure around his dick and also his balls. "Actually it's quite nice wearing this" he told Felipe. Felipe went over to the windowsill and picked up a glass pipe that Marco hadn't previously noticed, perhaps due to the low lighting. It was a glass water bong-type thing. Felipe put his mouth against the top of the pipe and, using a torch lighter that produced an aesthetically-pleasing little blue flame, he lit the small bowl just underneath the part of the pipe that Felipe was sucking. Marco didn't do so-called 'chems' and had never done anything harder than marijuana (except for some ecstasy pills that he used to take at raves and in the nightclubs when he was younger, and the odd line or two of coke here and there, but that was a long time ago). He didn't know what Felipe was smoking and wondered if it was weed. He didn't ask, as he wasn't really interested; he didn't care. Felipe stopped sucking on the pipe and burning the bowl underneath the glass stem he had been sucking. He took a deep breath and held it in for roughly 5 full seconds, before letting out what was a very thick cloud of white smoke. Marco had never seen clouds from smoke so thick and so white. He thought to himself, 'that must be pretty good weed'. Felipe extended his arm out to Marco, offering him the pipe: "Here. Your turn." "Wh....what is it?" Marco nervously asked, wondering if he should take some if it was just weed. He had done weed in the past, a long time ago, and did enjoy it. "Tina." Felipe said. "Tina?" Marco said, with the sound of genuine ignorance in his voice. "Yes, Tina." Felipe said. "You don't know it? You never done it before?" Marco smiled and laughed slightly, shaking his head. Felipe smiled, too. It was the smile of someone who knew exactly what kind of night was in store. "Babe," Felipe said as he crossed the room to stand directly in front of Marco, who noticed that Felipe's dick was now hard with really tightened looking balls, "Smoke some of this. Take a couple of really long, deep hits. You know what I mean?" Marco shook his head, feeling slightly apprehensive. "No, not really." Felipe knew he was dealing with a novice. And he loved it. "Okay, babe. Put your mouth here, and suck" he told Marco, pointing at the top of the glass stem that protruded from the main body of the pipe. "I'm gonna hold the lighter and burn the bowl, okay. I will burn the Tina. All you need to do is hold the pipe for me, and keep sucking very hard and very deep on the pipe, and don't stop until I stop burning with the lighter, okay?" Marco felt very apprehensive. He felt very nervous. "Felipe, babe, I've never done this before." He smiled and chuckled nervously. Felipe put his hand on Marco's shoulder: "Babe, listen to me. With this stuff, you're gonna have the best sex you have ever had in your life. I mean it. I guarantee it. You never experienced this kind of pleasure or sex before. This stuff was made for sex. You are gonna go to another planet, and experience insane pleasure and insane sex like you never thought was possible. Believe me, there is nothing to be scared of. You already feeling horny, yeah?" Marco nodded: "Yeah, definitely. You're so hot man, and I was looking at your pictures on Grindr on my way here in the Uber. I've been feeling horny ever since we started chatting a few hours ago and we exchanged pictures." Marco put one hand on Felipe's ass, and squeezed one of the cheeks. It was so smooth and so soft; it made his dick throb slightly. "Oh man," Marco said, "I'm so excited. Your Latino ass is so smooth." Felipe looked into Marco's eyes intently: "Well, you know you're already so horny? This stuff....'Tina'....is gonna make you feel a horniness that you never even knew was possible to feel. Trust me. You're gonna have the most amazing sexual experience of your life with me tonight. So put your mouth on the pipe and start sucking in." Felipe started up the torch lighter, and held the blue flame underneath the bowl, which Marco noticed had what appeared to be white crystals in it. Marco opened his mouth, put his lips against the top of the stem and started sucking in. He noticed that Felipe watched the bowl very intently as he held the flame underneath it. He was moving the flame back and forth and up and down and all around the bowl. Marco could feel that he needed air, and his eyes went wide and he looked at Felipe as though to say "I'm running out of air"....Felipe looked at Marco and simply said, "Keep going. Keep sucking. Don't stop yet. Take it deeper, come on. Suck deeper." Marco did so. He could feel himself running out of breath. He wasn't used to this. Felipe looked at him again and said, "Keep going. I'm gonna stop burning the pipe in a second, okay? When I stop, you can stop sucking on the pipe and I want you told take the smoke down into your lungs and hold it in for at least 5 full seconds, okay? No less than 5 seconds." Marco nodded, and sucked in as hard and as deep as he could, as Felipe commanded. Then, Felipe let go of the lighter and stopped burning the bowl. Marco stopped sucking and held the smoke in his lungs. He started counting to 5.... .....TO BE CONTINUED.....

I dropped into a deep depression. I struggled to get out of bed each morning. I stopped going to school entirely, I lost all faith in myself. I had only had sex twice in my life. Both times with strangers. And both times I had risked my life with unsafe sex. I had allowed both men to cum in my ass and strangely relished holding their questionable seed in me as long as I could. I must have a death wish. I couldn’t trust myself to have sex ever again. And life without sex seemed useless. I felt utterly hopeless. Each day dragged out in aimless torture for the next three weeks. Any time I thought about sex or saw something on the tube related to it I would deeply chastise my growing horniness. The only activity I could manage was to fulfill my voluntary shifts at the fire hall. Some of the guys began to notice and asked if I was OK. I lied and said I was fine. There was no way I could talk to any of them about my problem. I was so deeply ashamed. Time spent at the fire hall was the only time I felt any semblance of normalcy. What grew deep inside me was the sense of how much joy I felt being around handsome fit men. The shame would relax and I would remember the excitement I felt making the calendar and participating in ‘The Full Monte’. I got more clarity about how much exhibitionism is a deep part of my being and strangely makes me feel so fulfilled. I worked late that night and found myself pulling into the parking lot at the cruising woods on my way home. When the sick feeling emerged in my stomach, I reminded myself I didn’t need to do anything. I formulated a plan. A plan to celebrate my exhibitionist nature among men who would appreciate the view. After all, there were lots of cars, so there must be lots of men on the trails. Between two vehicles I stripped relishing the cool air gently flowing over my naked nether regions. I pulled my jeans back on commando and decided not to fasten the waist band button. I put my runners back on sockless and tossed my unused clothes back in my car. As I walked into the woods, I felt a lightness of being I hadn’t felt in weeks. I soon came upon two guys getting ready to fuck and my heart began to race as my cock began to respond. The top was rolling a condom onto his substantial cock. That’s when I remembered I hadn’t brought any condoms and a moment of panic set in. I quickly caught and calmed myself remembering my promise to only enjoy my exhibitionism. It occurred to me part of that was enjoying other’s exhibitionism. And these guys were certainly happy to have an audience. Their fuck didn’t last long until the top was blasting inside the bottom. I was excited to see the condom covered cock withdrawn, the bottom remove the condom and clean the cock with his mouth. I was sure I was inspired to insist on a condom if someone offered to fuck me. The next coupling I saw was an old, guy on his knees sucking offer a monster of a man with a proportionately mammoth dick. The old guy could barely fit the girth down his throat, yet he still managed to bring the giant to orgasm. The river of cum gushed out of his mouth and all over his face and hair. Again, I felt inspired thinking ‘I may not be able to get fucked but I can suck off a cock or two and be egged on by guys that stop to watch. I soon found a very nervous young guy who allowed me to suck him off. I was delighted with the taste of his load and swallowed it all. Observers had gathered round and in quick succession I sucked down two more loads. By the fourth blowjob my inner exhibitionist was in full throttle. I stood and bent to suck this stranger’s cock so that I could drop my jeans and fondle my own hard on. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my exposed hole. This was followed quickly by a mouth riming my pucker hole and whiskers scratching my ass cheeks. I thought to myself; ‘I should have expected this, but it’s safe enough, relax and enjoy!” Between the luscious cock in my mouth and the pleasurable ministrations to my hole I soon got lost in the moment. Somehow, I didn’t even notice the cock in my ass until the guy blew his load down my throat. As soon as my mouth was empty I turned my head and asked the bear in my ass if he was wearing a condom. “Do you have one?” he asked me. “No, don’t you? I replied. “I’m already balls deep, do you want me to stop?” he wondered. “Of course not.” I blurted. “Just don’t cum in me.” That’s when the gathered crowd started chanting; “Breed him, breed the slut!” His pace picked up and felt amazing, especially with an audience. “I’m very close. Where do you want my load?” “Come in him, breed his slutty ass!” the crowd answered. I saw and felt the excitement of the crowd, I instantly knew I couldn’t disappoint them. “Do as they ask, cum in my slutty ass.” He was pulsing away deep in me before I even finished saying this. The bear pulled out and another raw cock was deep inside me before I could think. The crowd was back to chanting “Breed him, breed the slut!” My exhibitionist was in full control and had no intention of disappointing my fans. When it was time, I begged for the next four loads to paint my gut walls. I returned to my car with five loads dripping from my ass. I felt higher than a kite. It was only when I climbed into bed that confusion crept in. ‘Why had I done and allowed such dangerous sex? Why had I once again put my health at such risk?’

Escorting through the AIDS pandemic … bareback! In the spring of 1988, I had finished my first year of college and was heading home for the summer to work with our small-town fire department. I had been volunteering with them since I was 16. By sixteen I had matured into a 6 foot, handsome, blonde, with a gym bunny body. It was a gift of pure genetics, I didn’t have to work to develop my six pack abs and muscular arms and shoulders. Well, other than the years of helping my dad milk the cows and other farm chores. Every year the fire hall chose a charity to support, and the guys posed for a beefcake calendar. You’ve all seen these, each month a shirtless fireman hunk in a suggestive sexy pose somewhere in the fire hall. They always wanted to include me, but my age was a problem. That was until the spring of 1988, and I couldn’t have been happier. On the day of my photo shoot the photographer had me strip down to my waterproof trousers and rubber boots. I hung off the back of one of the trucks. After a half hour of taking shots he told me it just wasn’t working for him. He suggested we go outside and hook up a fire hose, he wanted to capture me with more action. I was game. In front of the station glass doors he captured stunning shots of my half naked self spraying the hose full blast. My face was plastered with a mischievous smile from ear to ear. The calendars sold like hot cakes and the women who bought them wanted me to sign their copies. I took a razing from the other jealous guys, but it was all good natured. Fast forward to the next fall. I decided to volunteer with the fire department in the city where I was going to college. They jumped at my application when they saw all my experience. They too had a tradition of fundraising for their community. Being in a big city they didn’t feel as restricted in picking their cause as my small-town fire department had been. They had chosen to raise funds for an organization that supported sex workers; providing legal, health and counselling support. Rather than a beefcake calendar they were planning a talent show evening culminating in a ‘Full Monty’ style dance by six of the hunkiest firefighters. The calendar shoot had awakened me to my exhibitionist side and I was delighted to be chosen. The evenings of the next six weeks were devoted to working with a dance coach. It was a stretch to finish my studies, but I was committed to putting my best foot forward. By the last week our team of six were very comfortable mirroring each others moves and stripping down to our flesh-coloured jock straps. We were one hot looking line up by the end of the dance. Too bad the final reveal had floodlights flash on behind us blinding the audience, On the second last night of rehearsal, three days before the show, the dance instructor sat us down at the start of our evening. He informed us it was decision time. The group of us needed to vote on how far we were willing to go. Would we end the show in the jock straps, or in the spirit of supporting sex workers were we willing to go ‘all the way’, Full Monty, full frontal nudity! You can imagine, the debate went on for quite some time. Two of the family men were adamant they would withdraw if the group chose full frontal nudity. A secrete ballot was finally held. Two against going ‘all the way’, one spoiled ballot and three in favour of ‘full frontal nudity.’ In case you’re wondering, I didn’t spoil my ballot. None of my family was coming to this show. The two fathers left and four of us started into the rehearsal with some stretches and rudimentary movement review. The tension in the room was palpable. As it didn’t dissipate with time our dance instructor named the elephant in the room. “You’re all distracted by the thought of getting naked, aren’t you?” A couple of the guys looked at the ceiling, one guy looked at his feet, and I looked to the dance instructor and almost imperceptibly nodded my head. “Fair enough guys. I suggest you just get out of your clothes right now.” To emphasize his point, he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and released the draw string on his sweatpants. When we saw he was commando we all quickly shucked our clothes. If there had been tension before you could now cut it with a knife. We repeated some stretches and some dance moves, but it was clear this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We were handed skipping ropes and told to skip as fast as we could. We skipped naked for five minutes, at ten minutes I was dripping wet and sure he’d stop us, but we powered on to fifteen. When we were instructed to stop we all collapsed to the floor wet hair clinging to our scalp and wherever else our bodies were covered. The instructor must have anticipated this because we were each tossed a big fluffy towel. As we were drying ourselves, he wrapped his towel around his middle and began a sultry dance through our naked bodies. When he had our attention, he moved up on to our rehearsal stage and turned on some sexy saxophone recording. He continued to strut his stuff eventually loosening his towel and using it to perform the most erotic tantalizing performance I had ever witnessed. Eventually he tossed the towel all together and added stroking his member to the hypnotic dance. As the recording built to it’s climax, he had a ragging hard on and was beating off with a mission. On the final super seductive note his cum spewed all over the stage. The four of us stood silent for a bit. Then slowly began to clap and soon we collapsed in uproarious laughter. “Your turn guys. Who’s going first.” We all instantly flushed red with embarrassment. He looked directly at me and nodded. I pulled on my sweat shorts and wife beater t before mounting the stage. The sexy sax music began, and my inner exhibitionist screamed “let’s have at it!” I was so lost in the euphoria of this opportunity I didn’t even notice stripping off my shirt. Feeling the cool air on my hairy chest and nipples, I also notice my sweats were tenting a bit. I was already semi hard. I added playing with my dick through my shorts to my routine. That’s when the dance instructor starting hooting and adding encouragement. The others soon joined in. When I was ready to doff my shorts, I turned my back to the group. They cat called and whistled as I shook my naked ass at them. When I finally turned, I was jacking my 8 inch erection. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back and roped after rope of my cum spewed over the edge of the stage. When the cheering died down the instructor spoke up. “That’s exactly what we need. Who’s next.” One by one the other three strutted their stuff. The next two didn’t cum on stage. But gave pretty good performances overall. The last guy, Ted, had grabbed the costume for the show and slipped into it. His strip tease was flawless. When he was down to his jock strap, he jumped off the stage and dance seductively among us. On the third pass through the group, he started touching, an arm, a muscular chest, he kissed one guys neck and touched my semi hard cock. He never missed a beat of the music. As the recording was building to it’s climax Ted moved in on our instructor. The instructor reached out and started jerking Ted’s magnificent ten-inch pole. Just before the last note the instructor leaned forward taking Ted’s cock deep into his throat. We watched in awe as pulse after pulse of Ted’s ejaculation pumped down the throat of our instructor. He swallowed every drop. After a long moment of shear silence our clapping and cheering broke out. When this subsided, we were informed that was enough for tonight. Tomorrow we’d practice our performance for the last time before the show. The final practice went extremely well. Everyone was totally focused, and we only needed to polish two our three moves before reaching the big reveal. I knew the moment was coming soon and had growing concern as I realized I was sporting a semi. The moment came to release the final strap of my jock and out popped my semi. I quickly covered my privates with my hands. “Don’t do that,” the familiar voice of our instructor. “Full Monte, remember.” I dropped my hands and looked to see two of the other guys were also semi-hard. Our cocks looked amazing! On the night of the show, I was so funkin pumped! So were the others, especially Ted. The crowd went wild the moment we danced out on stage. Our timing and coordination came off extremely well and the energy from the crowed was electrifying. Our backs were turned to the crowd when the rip-pants flew off. They now had an unobstructed view of our naked asses and went wild with cheers and cat calls. In the moment before I was to turn around, I realized I was fully hard. My eight-inch cock was peaking over the waist band of my jock. There was no time to adjust so I spun around. On the way around I noticed Ted’s ten-inch monster had escaped out the side of his pouch. The one full minute of dancing until the full reveal felt like an eternity to me. Our hats were moved to cover our crotches, the last strap released, the jocks fell to the floor, and quickly our hats were flung into the screaming crowd. The flood lights from behind us that were meant to blind the audience which had always worked perfectly in rehearsal didn’t illuminate. Four totally naked, full-frontal nudity, handsome men, two with raging hard ons stood front and center on the well lit stage. We eventually looked at each other and started our bows. The crowd was on its feet and raising the roof. We kept taking more bows. Eventually Ted took hold of my hard cock and guided me off stage. The other two slipped off the other side. To shouts of “encore, encore” we went out for three more bows. At the after-party Ted and I were approached by a photographer. He brought us a round of tequila shots and complimented us on the show. We chatted for a bit and were given another round of shots before he proposed we pose for him and the ‘naked men’ coffee table book he was currently working on. A week later Ted and I arrived at the warehouse with the photographer’s living space and studio. He was generous with drinks from his well stocked bar. He showed us three or four sets of shots of guys for his project. They were all very handsome and sexy. The photos were of excellent quality and very artistic. The cocks were at varying stages of soft and hard, some full-on raging boners. There was no deception as far as what he was looking for from us. It was finally time to get out of our clothes and in front of the camara. Classical music played loudly and Ted stripped and went first. It was clear he was every bit and more the exhibitionist than me. By the time he got to his hard on shots I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I was already hard when I stripped for my turn. The photographer told me not to worry. He made me so at ease that a half hour later I had relaxed to a semi. As I’m a grower and not a shower so I was not disappointed he didn’t get any pics of my flaccid cock. We were encouraged to stay nude, and three more rounds of shots were served. “I’d love to photograph the two of you together. I loved the way you led him off stage pulling on his beautiful hard dick Ted. Might you be willing to get intimate in front of my camara. I’ll fully understand if I’m asking too much.” Ted didn’t hesitate; “Sounds fucking awesome man, I’m up for it.” I demurred and half chuckled, “Ummm …. I …. Um, I don’t know … you might need to ply me with more booze ….” The glasses were poured almost before I finished stuttering. Three more shots slid down my throat in quick succession. You need to know I had never been intimate with anyone before this moment. Small town firehalls are very homophobic, or at least they were back in the 1980’s. Long hours of work on the farm and with my studies, I’ve never been the sharpest pencil in the drawer, so had to study long and hard to satisfy my hard working conservative parents. And the AIDS epidemic! I had thought I might be gay. I loved being naked and seeing the other guys in the school showers. But even in my first year of college I had not allowed myself to do anything, even though there had been offers. Ted grabbing my dick on stage had been the first anyone else had ever touched my private organ. Ted leaned in and kissed me. My mouth responded eagerly and naturally. As he pulled away, he asked, “Is that OK? Might we continue?” “Can you guys do that again? Can I capture this on film?” I didn’t say a word, I quickly poured myself another shot, tipped it back, leaned in pulling Ted in for a passionate kiss and released any inhibitions that might have been clinging and holding me back. I was so swept up in Ted and my naked bodies exploring each other that I totally forgot about the rapped clicking of the camara. When Ted deep throated my hard cock, I immediately blasted my load deep down his throat. When he pulled off licking his lips I crumbled in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control myself!” Ted reassured me, “Fuck man, that was fucking amazing! You have nothing to apologize for.” “He’s right, that was amazing. And I’m certain I got great shots. So fucking hot guys, so fucking hot. Don’t stop there, please continue.” It felt a little awkward for a few minutes but soon Ted had captivated me with his passionate love making skills. We moved to a king-size bed and my body was being worshiped with tender passionate kisses. Soon I was on my back with my legs in the air and Ted was giving me my first glorious rimming. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was so turned on that this handsome butch man was willing to put his mouth on my ass. Soon his tongue was darting in and out of my hole and I blasted another load all over my belly and chest. Ted didn’t miss a beat lapping up the cum as he made his way up to kiss me on the mouth. I had tasted my cum before, just never on the lips of another human being. My head was spinning. “I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?” Ted whispered in my ear I could already feel his mammoth cock tapping at my hole. When I didn’t respond Ted asked the photographer, “Do you have any condoms? I wasn’t expecting this and didn’t come prepared?” “Sure. But let me get some closeups of your naked cock teasing his hole first. Would that be OK?” They both looked at me and I meekly nodded. The photographer moved close, and the camera clicked away. Ted’s raw cock was being messaged against my wet hole and it felt amazing. I almost missed hearing the photographer suggesting; “Just push in the tip. This is too fucking hot. You’ll take the tip won’t you?” I meekly nodded. The pain of penetration was unbelievable, and I tried to push Ted’s monster out. He was clearly experienced with this response and far stronger than me. The photographer spoke; “I know it hurts now but give me a few moments to record this with pictures, the pain will subside. And it’s just the tip.” As closeup picks were clicked of my impaled hairy ass and grimacing face I noticed the pain was subsiding. I was further surprised to notice a strong thought forming in my mind; “I want more than the tip.” As if reading my mind the photographer spoke again; “Yes, go for it, let him in a bit further. These are amazing shots.” I looked into Ted’s questioning eyes, relaxed my ass and pushed further onto his raw cock. My mind was screaming at me, “He’s not wearing a condom, what the fuck are you doing.” But my body just kept sucking his huge tool in deeper and deeper. “Hold it there. I want to capture your pubes pressed against his ass. …. Great. Now pull out halfway so there is no question you are in him naked.” As Ted followed these instructions he spoke, clearly nervous; “Your ass feels amazing. It’s been so long since I was in an ass raw, I love this. … but I don’t know how long I can last. It feels so wrong, so fucking bad, and I love it.” “So do I … love it that is … just don’t cum in me. I need you to really fuck me before you pull out … I need to remember my first fuck as amazing.” “Give him what he wants!” from the photographer. Ted began to pound, and I pushed onto his raw tool with every bit of exuberance he was offering. Within a few strokes he was warning with ragged breath; “Fuck man, I’m so close!” “Don’t cum in me, … and don’t stop … this is amazing!” “Fuck … oh fuck!” He was flooding my ass. “Shit, did you just cum in my ass?” “I couldn’t help it. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His deflating cock was still deep in my ass. “Let me get closups as you pull out. …. Great …. Can you push some cum out …. This is too rich not to photograph.” I followed the directions as I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t have allowed that, but fuck it feels great … all of it.” That’s when Ted dove to fletch out my hole. The camera kept clicking up to and including the moment Ted moved up dropping some of his cum from his mouth into mine. We moved into a deep embrace and kiss and got lost once again in each other. Before I could give it any thought his member had hardened and was sliding back into my now well lubricated hole. We fucked in a dozen different positions for the next hour. When I knew he was getting close I begged him to cum in me. Before we were done, he had pumped two more loads into me painting my gut walls. Ted and I chatted in the shower. I admitted how much I enjoyed the experience and how frighted I was until I heard him confess, he hadn’t fucked anyone raw in a long time. All the blood drained from his face. “Shit man, I’m sorry. I got carried away at a sex party last week. This hot guy I was making out with just wanted to put the tip in. My defenses were down. I left the party with four strangers loads dripping from my hole. FUCK, we should have used a condom!”

Yesterday started well. My boy, Drew ordered me to go to the bathroom and clean out. I get real horny when he takes charge. Then he fingered and lubed my hole. He said he had a surprise for me. He’d invited my horse-cocked mate, Hamish over in the evening to pound my arse so I’d need my hole stretched out before then. I was horny as fuck. Drew mounted me and shoved his cock deep inside me in one thrust. He fucked me roughly for ages then shot a hot load of seed up my chute. I really felt it. He pulled out and while I was still open and lubed with his sperm he pushed our biggest butt plug into me. I had to wear it all day. Hamish arrived and stripped down to his jockstrap - he knows I love seeing him in his military green jock. Drew took out the butt plug and put me down doggy on the bed with my shoulders down and my back arched, legs spread and my arse high and wide open presenting my hole. Hamish mounted me and thrust into me without a care. Yeah it fukkin hurt taking his shaft in one thrust but he needs that. He’s a big brawny guy and I felt his full weight on my back and arse with each thrust. After about 20 minutes he grunted “I’m gunna breed ya” then “I’m seeding ya” I felt his seed filling my hole. He stayed inside my until he’d drained his balls then ordered “suck me” I turned round and he shoved his still hard cock down my throat so I could taste his sperm and my arse and sweat. Yeah, my hole was destroyed but fucking great day.

So I have two time periods of being a pig. My first was from 2003 to 2013 (age 24 to 35). I then stopped using, started dating my husband, got married and now in the process of being separated and filing for divorce. This is what I call my domesticated period from 2013 to 2024 (age 35 to 46). Once my husband and I decided to end the marriage and go out separate ways, I made the choice to experience using and the pig world from my past. With ALL of that being said, I rarely fucked on trips in my earlier pig period. Which is a shame b/c I went to Paris, London, Rome, Berlin, Sydney, SF, LA, NYC during that time. I did fuck in Las Vegas, but who hasn't?!?! Now, I reentered the pig world in July, and I have actually fucked on a trip. Went to Barcelona over Labor Day weekend. Went with my "normie" best friend. While at a Bear Bar, he left with a guy he was chatting with on Scruff earlier in the night, and I went to the Sex Bars - Rectum. For 15 Euros I got a free alcoholic beverage of my choice (Red Bull & Vodka please), and three or four hours of non-stop Bareback fucking. I was bred by at least 20 different dudes in the dark room, thru the GHs, and in one of the slings. It was soook hot and fun! I'm now planning a trip to Denver the weekend right after Thanksgiving to spend the weekend being a hotel cumdump and then to Palm Springs Over New Years in which I hope to do the same with moderation as my "normie" best friend is coming as well. I'm trying to figure out fucking in Vienna and London in January. Oink Oink Motherfuckers!!!!

I can't believe it's been nearly a year already. Although they do say that time flies when you're having fun, and I've been having A LOT of fun, so perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. On October 28th last year, my friends threw their annual Hallowe'en party. They usually invite around 20 people, and some go all out with their costumes while others show up in regular attire. Knowing the crowd that would be there, I had swiped a medical gown from my doctor's office while I was there for my physical. I intended to walk around all night with it tied behind my neck but otherwise open all the way down. In a more genteel setting I might have worn a pair of boxers underneath, but I knew this crowd would get a kick out of seeing my bare ass all night. And those who didn't, fuck 'em! I got to their house about an hour after the party's start time, and was the first to arrive. I was wearing regular clothes to avoid scandalizing the neighbors. Dave and Mark moved to a snooty, very 'Christian conservative' neighborhood a few years ago, and as much as I knew they did so in part to make a point, still I didn't want to cause any trouble. I rang the doorbell and Dave answered. He and Mark took a lot of pride in their party, and so it was no surprise that he was decked out in a suit straight out of the 1920s, complete with a toy Tommy gun slung over his shoulder. I could see the disappointment on his face when he saw me in regular street clothes. "Al Capone?" I asked. He nodded in reply. "And you're - Jay?" There was a tiny note of irritation in his voice. "I'm about to be 'Patient Jay'," I said. "Let me run to the bathroom real quick." On my way to the lavatory I passed Dave's husband Mark. "Dave's not going to be happy about that outfit," he remarked. "Nope, he's not," I replied. "I'm heading to change now, don't worry!" A few minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, naked as the day I was born except for the thin cotton of the medical gown. I was still the only guest there, so I headed for the kitchen to see if I could help set up. Dave and Mark were both distracted, placing plate after plate of party food on the kitchen island. "What do you think?" I asked from the doorway. As they turned to look in my direction, I spun in a circle so they could get the full effect. Both burst out laughing. "I love it!" cried Dave. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint!" The doorbell rang, and as Mark walked to the foyer, Dave turned on some music. They have an amazing whole-home setup that lets them stream music from their phone to speakers all over the house. The opening notes of 'Monster Mash' blared from a speaker mounted under a kitchen cabinet. So began a steady stream of guests, and within an hour most of the 20 invitees had arrived. The house buzzed with conversation and laughter as the drinks flowed freely and the plates on the kitchen island were slowly emptied. Many of Dave and Mark's friends were couples, but they had invited three other single guys besides me. One of them was Sankar, a mid-30s tech engineer. He had worn a half-assed costume that consisted of a green skull cap and a bright orange-red shirt with the Sriracha logo on it. I had never met him before, but I had heard through the grapevine - otherwise known as Dave and Mark - that he was nicely hung and loved to fuck bareback. Being a 'raw is law' bottom myself, I knew I had to get to know him. He was standing quietly in a corner of the dining room, holding a beer and looking less than enthused. I meandered through the crowd and positioned myself next to him. Leaning over, I introduced myself. "I'm Jay," I said, trying not to scream in his ear but wanting him to hear me over the noise of the party. "Sankar," he responded. "Nice costume." "Thanks!" I replied, then spun around to give him a glimpse of my tight bubble ass. His eyes lit up. "That's the best thing I've seen all night," he said with a smile. "Let's see it again." I spun around again for his amusement. When I came face to face with him once more, he had unzipped his pants and had pulled out his cock. Still soft, it was at least seven inches long and four inches around. My mouth began to salivate and my hole gave an involuntary twitch. "I'm nine-and-a-half inches hard," he said, looking me straight in the eye with a smirk, "and it's thick. Think you can handle it?" I was no novice at bottoming, and while he was on the larger side his cock was not the biggest I had ever taken in my ass. "Oh yeah," I replied. "Just one thing," he said, the tone in his voice becoming more serious, "I'm poz and detectable, so I only fuck with a condom unless you're on prep." His revelation caught me a little off guard, though not in a bad way. In fact, I felt my own cock stiffen at the news. I was a raw-is-law bottom for a reason, and had never once taken prep. Yet after thousands of random, anonymous encounters with men I met on my travels all over the country, I had yet to receive the 'gift' I so desperately craved. Dave and Mark knew I was chasing the virus, and I found myself wondering now, did they know his status? Perhaps they did, and had invited him in the hopes I might hit it off with him? I glanced around the room hoping to find one or both of them watching as I chatted up Sankar, but neither was in sight. I turned back to my new friend. "I've been on prep for years," I lied through my teeth. If Dave and Mark did know his status, they had obviously not told him that I was a bug chaser. "Cool," was his only reply. Standing before him as I was, I blocked the view of his cock from everyone else, so I was the only one who could see the massive slab of meat hanging from his fly. He looked past me to check the crowd, then spit in his hand and slowly rubbed his cock. Instantly, it began to grow. I suddenly grew light-headed and I had butterflies in my stomach. "Turn around," he said matter-of-factly, placing one hand on my hip and gently goading me to do his bidding. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but I readily complied. A little more spit, rubbed first on his cock and then onto my hole. He pushed the gown aside and guided me back toward him until I could feel the tip gently press against my asshole. I looked around at the crowd, and all seemed oblivious to what was going on in our little corner. More than one of the other guests - okay, most of them - had watched me get fucked on one or more occasions, and in a few cases I had opened my holes to them. Coupled with the fact that I had been having sex in adult theaters, video booths and public rooms for a few decades, I had no inhibition when it came to having an audience. I grabbed the back of one of the dining room chairs to steady myself as Sankar began to press his cock harder against my hole. My years of fun with large cocks paid off; the tip popped inside, and he grabbed both my hips and pulled me backward onto him. FUCK! It felt so good! I let out an involuntary moan that was just slightly - okay, a lot - louder than the music, and a few of the nearer guests looked over in our direction. "All right! A show!" one of them called out, drawing attention from even more of the partygoers. Soon the dining room was filled to capacity, with guys in various stages of inebriation goading us on. My ass had opened easily for Sankar's huge cock, and I happily bounced up and down, savoring the sense of being stretched wide with each thrust. He was holding me by my hips and I now had both hands on the back of the chair, using it as leverage to slam my pelvis against his and milk that wonderful toxic load from his balls. My mind began to go blank in what I like to refer to as a 'fuck fog', a state in which I am completely focused on the sensation of getting fucked and my only thought is of the rich, creamy reward I'm working for. As I descended into the haze, I caught a glimpse of Mark and Dave, standing at the front of the group of onlookers. The last thing I saw before I totally gave in was the two of them clinking their drink glasses together in a toast. Sankar's hips slapped against my ass with every thrust. In my mind's eye I could see the tiny drops of viral pre-cum already dribbling into my hole, looking for a way in so they could change my life forever. It was finally happening - a poz top was giving me his gift. The thought made me the happiest I had ever been. At last, it was time for him to knock me up. His hands grabbed my hips tighter and his pace quickened. I felt his huge cock swell even more, pressing more tightly against my sphincter as it prepared to fill me with seed. Then it happened. With a roar that may have awoken some of the neighbors, Sankar rammed his cock deep into my guts and unloaded. Shot after shot of poz cum filled my hole. As the pulses of his cock subsided and his grip on my hips relaxed, the crowd cheered. Coming out of my fog, I watched as Mark and Dave raised their glasses in salute. Sankar pulled his massive cock from me, and as I always do I spun around, squatted, and took it in my mouth to clean it off. It had the flavor of ass and cum that I love so much, perfectly balanced. Another round of applause, and the crowd broke up to get more food and drink and continue their conversations. As I squatted, some of the precious poz cum he had deposited inside me slipped out onto the hardwood floor. Desperate not to waste a single copy of the virus, I knelt on the floor and licked up every drop. I stayed close to Sankar that night, though while I was grabbing a drink in the kitchen I did warn Mark and Dave not to tell him that I wasn't on prep. I took another load from him once most of the guests had gone, and I saw him a few more times after the party. Alas, the company he worked for transferred him across the country a few months later. I had gotten the fuck flu and tested positive (hooray!), so I finally did tell him that I wasn't on prep. As I had feared, he severed communication and I haven't heard from him since. Mark and Dave didn't stay in touch with him, either. So here I am, coming up on the one-year anniversary of my pozzing. I completely understand why he severed ties, but I am sad that Sankar won't be there to help celebrate. This year's party is coming up on the 26th, and Mark, Dave and I will be raising a glass in his honor.

Chapter 5 “Somebody is eager there, hm? You´re sexy when you let your slutty self take control baby!” said Jamal from beside me. I hadn´t even realized he had already sat down beside Taron again. I looked towards him and my eyes caught on his thick tool, sticking up from his thigh towards the ceiling, getting even thicker each second. I just noticed I was staring (again!), when Taron´s dick dropped out of my mouth. I blinked in surprise, took it in my hand and put it back in my mouth, before I realized both Taron and Jamal were having trouble holding back their laughter. “Fuck man!” Taron suddenly burst out “He´s such a perfect little slut!” Cupping my cheek he was looking down on me and saying “Aren´t you my fucking subby little slutboy?” I might have taken offense by that comment had I been in my right mind, but… oh well, I don´t need to tell you, do I? So I just nodded, grinning as far as his cock allowed me and went further down on it, while wriggling my togue in his piss slit. I loved this dick! Had it been this delicious a minute ago? Before I could answer this question, Taron´s hand pulled me up and Jamal put his lips on mine, making out with me while pushing another dense cloud down my lungs. I exhaled while I hungrily made out with him and loved the feeling of his short beard scraping my lips and his tongue invading my mouth that his friend´s cock had just been in mere seconds ago. Before I could lose myself in the sensation even more, he pulled back, pressing the stem of the pipe between my lips and lighting the bowl. “Deep hit now, boy. I´m gonna show you something amazing to give to your tops!” I was curious and took a long and slow drag from the pipe. “Hold it in! Very nice! And now go down on my cock… No exhaling!” I furrowed my brows at him, but did what I was told and gave my best to keep the smoke in me while sucking his dick into my mouth full of chemsmoke. He pressed his cock further into my mouth, opening up my throat and slowly snaking down back there. I was so glad in that moment for my lung capacity from swimming as a teenager! “Goood boy! Feel my cock blocking the smoke from exiting your lungs? Now my cock decides how much of that stuff you´re gonna have, hmmm?” he chuckled, while I grew a little restless about what he was doing. This was so hot, but I would need to get some air rather sooner than later, so I tried to withdraw without letting his dick fully slide out of my mouth. “None of that baby!” he shouted suddenly. I was surprised and looked up at his eyes, who had gone to slits while his hands grabbed my head in a vicelike grip, yanking me the few centimeters down his cock again that I had just gone up on my way to oxygen. “You´re gonna fucking breathe when I allow it, do you understand me?” he shouted down at me. I could just look at him, wide eyed and terrified. He saw that and a thin smile curled his lips. “Don´t look at me like this. You just need to learn who´s in charge here sweety. And I tell you something important: it´s nobody with an average white cock straining in their pants!” I was taken aback in that moment, because I realized three things: First, I was still clothed. Second, my cock WAS straining in my pants. And third: He was simply right. I fucking needed some air. But I also needed his cock down my throat and he was the one deciding in which order these things were happening. “Fuck yes! Now you´re giving in and relaxing this throat, don’t you?” I could just nod, my eyes watering, my lungs burning, still filled with t, my mind struggling to catch up on the events. “Tell you what, bitch: I´ll pull out the head now and you´ll breathe that smoke down my shaft as slowly as you can, got it?” I would have done everything in that moment, so I just followed suit. I enveloped his shaft and my head in a dense could of that smoke in the best tempo I could, before sucking in the air I so badly needed. “Goood boy! Such a good boy!” Taron growled from the side, while starting to rub my hair with his meaty hand. Jamal just smiled at me, proud like a father. Or an owner, teaching his dog a new trick. “Now, let´s get your sweet body out of this shirt and shorts and show us what´s underneath!” I wanted to please them and show off my ass in the blue and red jock I had chosen this morning in case I would get laid today. I loved the way it framed my butt and I was sure they would love it, too! So I stood up and almost fell out of my clothes before going back to my knees before these tow broadly grinning men. I just wanted to share my body and my holes and… fuck, what was happening to me? “Very nice boy! You put on a jock so you could show off your sweet butt and your hole, hm?” I just nodded before taking Taron´s dick back into my mouth and Jamal´s into my hand. I was losing all of my inhibitions, just doing what I wanted to do and being a slut for these two fuckers. And as a fortunate incident, these two things aligned perfectly well right now.

Last night I went to an event at a local cruising bar. It was not a good night since it was nothing but circuit/muscle queens not doing anything. But as i was leaving I ran into one of my favorite BBC tops. He took me to the back alley and right behind a dumpster fisted me, loaded me and gave me a piss enema. It was nasty and amazing. I felt like such a dirty pig.

It's got to be sarcasm nobody could be that freaking stupid or care so little about the country or their neighbors nobody not it's impossible not possible Anyone who would support tdump is a communist and believes in authoritarian dictatorships which is the antithesis of America so it can't be Or they suffer from traumatic brain injury I mean one or the other I would I am loath to think that anyone in this country could be so ill-educated so ill read and so immoral has to not give a tinker's damn about the country or their neighbors it's not the America I know

Be gone from my internet!

I haven’t made it to a horse market yet and am anxious to get to one. Last night, we had a similar event called Mount in Palm Springs, and another two are planned for next year. Unlike horse market you’re not allowed to change your role during the night, so I was happily a bronco for the entire time. Being blindfolded all night and not having any clue at all as to who is in your cunt was incredibly hot. Since the Cowboys and the Broncos never actually get to meet one another, it’s a mystery for the Broncos who was even there. Hell all my friends could’ve been there and fuck the hell out of me. I must’ve had 30 guys in my messy cunt last night, a good third making me worthy of their gift. I ended the night in one of the slings with four guys taking turns trying to outlast the other.; at least, I think it was four guys. They’re having a second night tonight.. Guess who’s going back? I am definitely going to make a special trip to get to horse market, and they’re actually having a Mount in Atlanta in spring and I broke my ticket

Well it was as fun as I’d hoped. Feel so much better than covered. Helped that the top seriously knew what he was doing!

Many thanks to all who replied to this thread and shared your wisdom! I'm feeling inspired from toy and lube recommendations. I'm finally learning a low effort routine to keep 8cm plugs in and repeating few times a week. Still not longer than an hour, but less discomfort and no longer burning sensations. Crisco+J-lube is king. The pic is a day after solo play in September. I'm finally seeing a beginning of a sloppy cunt. Nonetheless more stretching is more.

Chapter 2 We got to his place within thirty minutes. Thirty minutes that I had great difficulty to hide my excitement (mentally and physically) in public transport. Jamal didn´t make an effort to do so, but looked so nonchalant about it, that probably less people would give him a second look, while I was red from frantically trying to stuff my erection to the side. Well, if they didn´t take a look at his bulging pants that is. Then they would look more than two times, I swear. When we got to his flat, we practically ran through the doors and up some stairs. When the doors closed, he pinned me against the wall and gave me a long, slow, sensual kiss. I was a bit surprised by how gentle he was. But then he smiled at me and said: „You really need to calm down sexy. You look so nervous! And… well, nervousness is not a good match for trying to fit something into you…“ I looked down for a second, a bit ashamed, but also realizing that he was right. He was obviously big and I needed to relax. „So, lets get cozy first, shall we?“ Jamal asked. Want something to drink? Alcohol? Or I´d suggest a little G.“ I was taken aback by his directness. Had he really just suggested to put a drug into my drink? „Uhm, I think…“ I trailed off, confused. „It´s fine sweety, you´ve probably never tried it, right? Let´s just have a little and then you can decide if you want more or not. I`ll also have some and you can watch me measure.“ It was hard to argue with that. „No worries, I won´t try to knock you out, that´s no fun at all.“ „…okay. Yeah but just a little.“ We went into the kitchen, he prepared some coke and drew G from a little glas vial. I watched curiously. „1.6 for me and 1.3 for you sweety. I´m bigger so I can take a bit more.“ He flexed his arm grinned and then handed me the drink. I had to laugh a little at his display and took my drink. „To a great night!“ Jamal said cheerfully. „To a great night!“ We downed our drinks, it tasted nasty, but we had a sip of coke afterwards, so it was okay, „Lets get over to the sofa.“ Jamal suggested. When I turned around, he placed his hand on my ass and guided me like that to the living room, which made me hard again. The room was nice, clean, with a big U-shaped couch around a table, looking at a big ass TV with speakers all over the room. „Looks like somebody likes to watch movies.“ „Indeed“, he said. „All sorts of movies. How about some porn for now?“ he said with a wink. „Haha sure. What do you like to watch?“ „I´ll show you some, lets start with this.“ The TV showed a big, muscular guy and a twink getting slowly physical. They kissed and the twink started groping the other guys bulge. „Reminds you of something?“ asked Jamal. „Well… I guess you could say that.“ I quipped and sat down on the sofa next to him, letting my hand roam over his arms and pecs for a while, then settling on his bulge and giving it a squeeze. It was massive. He kissed me, more forcefully this time. We went on like this for a while, my hand still on his straining bulge, feeling it flex from time to time. When he let go of me, he put my other hand on his bulge, too, and looked into my eyes. I tried to pump his cock through his shorts, but then reached for his buttons and fly. „Becoming more comfortable, hmmm?“ he asked with his sexy, low voice. „Feeling the G sweety?“ I was a bit startled, but then realized he was right. „Yeah, I guess… feels like… waves? And I´m way calmer.“ „Good! Do you like it?“ „Yeah… yeah I do.“ I said. „Then go on…“ I reached to unbutton his pants and see the monster hiding in there with my own eyes for the first time. When I managed to pull his pants and underpants down far enough, it flopped out against his belly. “Wow!” I just said. I marvelled at it! It was not only big, but such a nice color, with a thick, lighter head and slightly curved upwards with some veins running along it. My mouth watered by the sight. “Haha, don’t just say that. Show me you like it!” With that he took my hand off of him and pressed me by my shoulders down to the floor. Fuck, I love a guy who takes control! I looked up at him and saw him grinning widely. He obviously loved seeing me between his legs, marvelling at his cock. I felt a bit embarrassed, but then he smacked his cock into my face and the thought disappeared into thin air. I saw his dick, his grin, and between those two were his massive pecs, his big body and… My thoughts trailed off. I just wanted to worship this beautiful, hot fucker. “Move your head closer and stick your tongue out!” he ordered. I did what he told me and his scent enveloped me, even before he planted his cockhead against my tongue. I loved it. He smelled a bit like fresh sweat and just… manly. Just then I realized, that he had smeared a drop of precum against my tongue. Fuck! “Swallow that sweety. Get a first taste of my babies in you…” I savored the slight taste and then swallowed my first bit of his cum. Fuck! I realized that I definitely wanted more! He took something from the table and then a heard a click and a hiss. I was startled and looked up confused. He sucked on a glas pipe while watching me. When he saw my confusion he smiled and exhaled a cloud of white smoke just above me. It smelled weird, but not as bad as cigarettes. “Sorry, this just gets me in the mood even more.” He winked. “I guess you´ve never smoked from a pipe like that?” I shook my head. I had smoked from a bong, but that? “No worries, it just makes horny as fuck and doesn’t taste so bad like some other things you can smoke. Wanne try?” Before I could respond, he already held the pipe in front of me and used this hissing lighter. “I, ehm…” “Just slightly suck it when you see the smoke coming out of the hole on top, like now. Go on!” I don´t know what drove me in that moment to suck my first cloud of t into my lungs. Well, I mean… I don´t know EXCACTLY that is. He was still a stranger after all, this was a hookup and I didn’t know what that was in the pipe. In that moment I couldn’t even think about consequences, it all went too fast and I was too horny. But after all, I was between the legs of one of the hottest studs I´d ever seen, sucking his dick and he wanted me to… he was so nice and dominant at the same time, he just pushed all of my buttons. So I just did it. And things started to change.

„Fuck…. Agh… Please… I…“ I didn´t even know what I was begging for. It was all so much. Too much? Another question I couldn´t answer, but that was battered out of me seconds after it came to my mind. I honestly couldn´t think anymore. „Come on sweety, let go…“ „I… Ugh… I´m…“ I exhaled slowly. „Yesss…“ „Good boy!“ I could feel him moving above me, those mountains of muscles, as well as in me. Even more in me, I guess. „Look into my eyes!“ I opened my eyes and looked into his dark globes. Already normally dark, they were even darker now. He grinned. „I love it when your face twists. Now get ready for even more of that…“ I wasn´t sure if this was heaven or hell. Some hours earlier: It was New York Pride and the whole city was an entanglement in every way. I´d been out here for a couple of hours, watching the parade, dancing with my friends as well as with some strangers, lost my friends, found them again and lost them all over while a hot dude was flirting heavily with me. We got very close, he groped my ass and we shared a kiss as somebody yelled at him, his eyes shot open and he left with an „Oh fuck, coming!“ and just a quick „Sorry!“ to me. I stood there in my jock and way too tight sports pants with a massive hardon and watched him disappear into the crowd. „Fuck…“ I had totally imagined myself going home with him already. I was a bit desperate for some fun, not having had sex in two months due to work issues. But I wasn´t bold enough to do more than kissing and dancing out here in the streets, not in public. Not even during pride. Call me prude, but this just gets to my nerves. After admiring my imagination of what could have been, I was soon shoving myself after where I thought my friends must have left. But it was no use, so I just went with the crowd and tried to enjoy the music, all the guys and the happiness around me. Well, who am I trying to fool: and I was looking for a hot guy to have some fun with. After a while, I was trying to get something to drink from a popup-store on the side of the street, somebody bumped into me. I turned around, while the guy was already saying „Oh, sorry man!“ with an unapologetic smiled that told me everything. He was extremely muscular and went topless to show it off, like I did. Just that I was more oft he slim-muscular type and – well, he definitely wasn`t. His grin made his face shine brightly and friendly and contrasted perfectly with his dark skin and angular features. A trimmed beard and a buzzcut completed his handsome face that was still beaming at me. How long had I already stared? I hoped it had just been a few seconds. „No worries man, it happens when it´s crowded like that.“ I figured to just go along with his excuse. „Still, your drink´s on me!“ He stepped back a little and slightly cocked his head, as if curious to my response. Well, wouldn´t say not hat. „Sure, thanks! What´s your name? I´m Jake.“ While I said that, I tried to get a better look at him. He was wearing white sneakers (again, that contrast!) and shorts that wear not quite as skimpy as mine, but still tight. When my eyes started travelling up his body again, they were suddenly drawn back to his shorts, as if my brain had just realized something: That stretched out part of his pants to the left was not wrinkles! I must have started again for a couple of seconds (Please! Just a couple oft them!), because when I snapped back and looked into his eyes again, his grin was even wider and he looked as if he was waiting for something. „Uhm… sorry, what did you just say?“ „Were you drinking before or did you get distracted?“ he asked me with a wink. „I´m Jamal, nice to meet you!“ „Haha, sorry, just a bit distracted by… And yeah had a drink before.“ I cleared my throat. „Nice to meet you man! So let´s drink something!” We got ourselves some sodas and went along with the crowd for a bit more. Jamal made some smalltalk, but was flirty from the start. We both knew where this was going. When we stood for a while to watch a crowd of dancers perform, he stood slightly behind me, pressed his crotch into my backside, caressed my arm with the opposite hand and gave a slow kiss to my neck. It must have looked already like he was owning me, but nobody seemed to be watching us. „Fuck sweety, your so sexy! I love to watch your ass in those shorts…“ he whispered suggestively. Then I felt his other hand knead my ass and I had to constrain myself not to let out a moan. I wanted this guy!

Went to the HorsemarketSF tonight. Fucked so many anonymous holes of guys of all shapes, sizes, and races. Finally after about two and half hours of fucking, I breed the ass of a tight body Latino twink. My partner was a mare and ended up coming through his cage. He got several loads. Overall was a very fun night and a great way to kick off Folsom.

Ok it’s finally happening. Have decided to finally throw caution to the wind and I’m going to take my first bare cock as a bottom tonight (or really this morning I guess). Met him on Sniffies. Great pics, good chat and no pressure. He’s on his way to my hotel room near Toronto Pearson airport. Honestly I can’t wait. Genuinely tingling with excitement. Will of course update you all!

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

U got the type of hole I would wanna seed and drain my dick in

Having my roots in Austin Texas, but born and raised in Belgium Europe, i am shocked how Trump is dividing the proud American nation. Now with JD Vance as running mate it becomes even more divided, and the lies are doubled up and also factchecked here. It makes me sad, i remember who we as Europeans did look up to everything that came from America, the music, the cars, the hope, thé American dream. Now we ask ourselves where did it go wrong the last 20 years. 9/11 was a factor for sure, but Mr Trump did shake up the things for sure in his first presidency, and with him other world politicians copied him like Bolsonaro, Orban, Putin and even Boris Johnson. They just diddent give anymore about voters/people they just cared about themselves and their own gain. What Trump and JD Vance is doing now is more lies, more division to that beatifull nation that was once called "Thé United States of America". Please think about this my dear American friends, no matter if you are white, black, latino, Jewish, gay straight or undecided, think about how it was before Trump and after. I rest my case your honour 😉😉😉😉

JD Vance just whined about being fact checked. Trump just bailed on 60 minutes because the chicken is afraid of being fact checked and his mouth breathing followers being exposed to objective reality.

Getting Away, Part 4 Matt and Paul leave lunch with the bears. Their campsite is in a wooded area and Matt and Paul don’t exactly remember which path they took from the pool. It doesn’t really matter since they know they are on the campground. In a few minutes, they step into a clearing near some RVs and get turned in the right direction. As the boys pass the RVs, they hear a cat call. They turn to see “July bottom” and his friends. Matt says, “Hey I saw these guys earlier and said hi. They started drinking hours ago. We are way under their level of drunkenness right now.” Paul’s smile slowly turns to a sly grin as he remembers the two twunks in this group who he met last night. Paul says, “Let’s go say hi.” Matt knowingly rolls his eyes but grabs Paul’s hand and pretends to pull a reluctant Paul over to the group. As they near the group, Paul squeezes Matt’s waist with one arm, pulls him close and says, “You’re the best. Let’s have some fun. See you back at the cabin.” It’s a good-looking group of about a dozen or so guys. Paul heads over to the twunks and Matt stops to speak with “July bottom” and his friends. Matt feels a bit underdressed. The guys take time to admire his chosen white speedo and loose tank top. “July bottom” runs his hand on Matt’s back just above his ass. Matt is a little surprised the guy is making a move so quickly. Paul comes over and hands Matt a drink. Matt asks what it is. Paul says, “Drink up. It’s just vodka on ice. The boys think we need to catch up.” Matt shrugs and takes a slug of vodka. Almost as if the gods heard Matt deflecting the comments about his outfit, the guys dance mix CD begins to play ‘Mr. Vain’ by Culture Beat. Matt laughs at the irony of the timing. He begins to dance and pulls Paul close. As they dance closely and feel each other’s bodies, Matt starts singing the lyrics….”Calling Mr. Vain…..I know what I want and I want it now. I want you cuz I’m Mr. Vain.” “July bottom” slides behind Matt and rubs up on the twink’s barely dressed figure. He, Matt and Paul grind on each other for a couple of minutes. When the song ends, they laugh and disentangle themselves. Matt returns to talking and drinking with the group. His solo cup of vodka is refilled once or twice. Matt notices one of the guys has a new Nokia phone. Matt says, “Wow that is really small. How do you like it? I haven’t decided whether to get a cellphone or not.” The guy says, “Reception sucks out here. But, a cellphone changes your life man.” “July bottom” says to Matt, “It’s 2000 Matt, you should really get a cellphone.” One of the other guys says, “You can get one in a color to match those hot speedos.” Matt realizes that he has caught up on the booze. He lets one of the guys examine his speedo closer. “July bottom” puts his hand on Matt’s lower back again. Matt feels the hand slip inside the speedo to feel Matt’s ass. Matt wants to see how far “July bottom” will go so he doesn’t move away or object. He feels the man’s fingers slide into his ass crack and touch his hole. Matt looks at “July bottom” and smiles. Even though Matt just got fucked about an hour ago, he asks “July bottom” which RV is his. “July bottom” replies, “That retro silver one. I try to rent that one to be near these guys when I come up. Want to see it?” Matt replies, “Definitely.” As Matt and “July bottom” climbs the steps into his trailer, he sees Paul and the twunks walking into the wooded area. When they enter the trailer, Matt can clearly see the bed at the end. “July bottom” casually shows Matt a few cool retro features. Matt feels “July bottom’s” hands on his hips slipping inside his speedo. Matt takes off his tank top as “July bottom” pushes off his speedo. Matt turns around, unzips “July bottom’s” shorts, they fall to the floor and takes out a nice 6” fat cock. He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. Matt is sucking for a little bit, when “July bottom” pulls Matt up and says, “I want to eat your ass.” Matt bends over the counter and spreads his legs. “July bottom” sees a wet, well fucked hole. He asks, “Been fucked today?” Matt blushes but says yes. “Did Snake fuck you?” and Matt says yes. “July bottom” leans in and licks Matt’s ass. Then he sticks his tongue in Matt’s ass. Matt moans as the tongue enters his ass. “July bottom” stops eating Matt’s ass and smiles. Already knowing the answer but wanting to hear the twink say it out loud, “July bottom” asks, “I can taste him. Did he breed you?” Matt moans yes and the man goes back to eating Matt’s ass. The man moves Matt to his bed. Matt notices there isn’t a lot of room in the bedroom. But he does notice the box of condoms and the lube on a windowsill. Matt lies on his back as the man he only knows as “July bottom” kisses him. Matt can feel the man on top of him and spreads and lifts his legs, so his feet are on the bed on each side of the man. They are making out and Matt can taste himself and Snake’s cum in his mouth. “July bottom” lifts Matt’s legs and starts eating his ass again. As he does, Matt is stroking his own cock. After a few minutes, Matt starts to babble a bit. Matt knows he can take this guy’s cock and when he feels it on his hole as “July bottom” comes up for another kiss; Matt says “Please fuck me.” “July bottom” says, “In a minute.” He puts his cock directly on Matt’s hole and he feels the bottom pushing to take his cock. "July bottom" thinks this twink is easy. “July bottom” asks, “Do you have a condom?” Matt says, “No. Do you?” “July bottom” kisses Matt, pushes his bare cock head on Matt’s hole a bit harder and says, “Above your head. Condoms and lube.” Matt, as “July bottom” expected, doesn’t reach for either the condoms or the lube. “July bottom” asks, “Snake didn’t use a condom when he fucked you did he?” Matt says, “No.” “July bottom” pushes a bit harder against Matt’s hole and the whole head pops inside. Matt moans loudly mostly from built up anticipation. “July bottom” says, “Yeah. He didn’t use one when he fucked me either. That cock felt so good sliding in me bareback. I came as I rode his cock. Did you like it?” Matt says, “Yeah. It felt so good.” Like a reward for his honest and slutty answers, “July bottom” says, “Good Boy!” and slides more of his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt opens his legs wider hoping the other man would start fucking him, but “July bottom” asks another question instead, “Can I fuck you bareback?” Matt, lost in desire and realizing he is about to let another bareback bottom fuck him, moans loudly and says, “Yes you can fuck me bareback.” With that answer “July bottom” slides the rest of his cock into Matt’s ass. Matt feels the man’s balls against his ass and says, “Fuck me.” But “July bottom” has one more question, “Can I cum in your ass like Snake did?” Matt, desperate to get fucked now, looks up at “July bottom” and says, “Cum wherever you want.” And with that answer “July bottom” kisses Matt passionately and begins a slow fuck. The slow fuck speeds up as the two men find their rhythm. Matt is moaning loudly and saying, “fuck me” and “fuck my ass.” The guys outside can hear Matt and start to cheer a bit. A couple of guys sneak over to watch through the window as the twink gets fucked by their friend. One says to the other, “$10 bucks he got the twink to go bareback.” The other guy says, “No bet. The condoms are still on the windowsill right in front of us. That slut is taking it raw.” “July bottom” is speeding up now, grunting and sweating. Matt knows the man fucking him is close. He reaches down and grabs “July bottom’s” ass. Concentrating on the feelings in his cock, “July bottom” is lost in the fuck making his cock tingle until he feels Matt grab his ass. “July bottom” says “You want my load, don't you?” Matt says, “Fuck yeah. Give me your load." "July bottom" is so turned on that this twink wants his load. He speeds up and he cums hard in the twink with a roar. More cheering outside from his friends. The two guys at the window watching Matt take their friend’s load are no longer quiet and bang on the trailer near the window. “July bottom” says, “Fuck off” at his friends, pulls out of Matt’s ass and goes down on Matt's cock. Matt was already so close from his cock rubbing on “July bottom’s” hairy belly that he cums almost immediately at the new, wet sensation on his cock. "July bottom" swallows Matt's load.

This week became unexpectedly busy. It was busy with work, but it’s my life. But normally I’m happy with one adventure on weekdays. On Wednesday, I worked a lot, and didn’t plan to play. However, I was horny af and started to scroll twitter to find good jerk off materials. Once I saw one of my fuckbuddies’ post that his hole was hungry and ready for play. I immediately texted him and I was on my way. I fucked him for hours in several positions, when he came under himself to the bed. I asked him if I could continue and said fuck yes. I fucked him further for one more hour, until I came. On Thursday, it was planned to play with a guy we were chatting on Telegram. As it already happened more times that we planned but he disappeared (we have never met) I didn’t count on him. I had a business in the city and I had to work later. The first business ended earlier than I expected, so I had an hour gap. I didn’t want to go to the next place just to sit on the corridor. Luckily, the gay sauna was in the next corner, so I jumped in. It was 2 pm, but surprisingly not really empty. I saw a younger bearded guy, we caught our sights, he grabbed his bulge under the towel. I always keep my towel on my neck, leaving free my ass and hardon. We started to play and went to a cubicle. He said he was there for being fucked. He sucked me for a while then I started to push my cock inside. Condom?-he asked. I never use -my reply came. Are you healthy? I’m on Prep. Okay fuck me hard. Funny dumb bisexuals 😂 His ass was quite good, but he was constantly speaking and in a good way. He continuously asked if I came. After a while my cock became soft, couldn’t stand this pressure. We stoped and I went to my next rounds. It was maybe the second round when I felt a hand on my ass. I turned back, it was a fifty something well-shaped silver fox with pretty huge dick. We went to another cubicle and I was immediately on my knees. I started to suck him, but he took the control on me. He was a professional throat fucker, keeping my neck tight. After a while he pulled me up and navigated me to the bed. Are you married or do you have a girlfriend - he asked me. I replied automatically and unconsciously that no, I was a real gay. Then he shoved his cock into my hole. He fucked me hard and mercilessly until he blowed his load in me. When he pushed down to clean his cock he said: oops we(!) forgot the condom, but I’m healthy. I lifted my sight up to him and said I never used condom. I went to my next turn. We met the bearded guy again. I started to fuck him when he said he could bring a condom. I started to laugh at him. Do you really think that it matters after I fucked for twenty minutes bareback? Oh okay - he replied. Unfortunately he started again this annoying monologue with asking me if I came and I became soft again. he left and I went further. I realised that I had to leave to work soon. I stopped at a corner where a video was going. It was a hot club inferno dungeon ff porn. I sat onto the bench and stated to jerk off. I was close when a mature man stopped at me. I offered my cock to him and he gave me an extremely beautiful blowjob. I came into his mouth soon. Friday was also a busy day, I worked until 8 pm. I felt tired and decided to go to sleep early. However I started to look for some dates. Long conversations without any results. Meanwhile I got a message from another fuckbuddy (one of my favourite, hot as fuck with big dick) if I had any adventure. Then I replied that nothing. The time was running, it was already 1.15 am and I was already in my bed when this guy texted me if I wanted to fuck him. I gave a positive response and he arrived within 15 minutes. I texted my mate that I had a catch so he could join. The guy arrived and aksked if I would be embarrassed if he sniffed M and I wanted to join him. I said he could of course but I wouldn’t because it killed my hardon. I started to eat his ass when my mate texted me that he was on his way. He lives close to me, 8 minutes walk. I started to fuck the guy’s hole. We just reached the first break when my mate arrived. We went back to my bedroom and the guy immediately was on his knees and gave us a mutual blowjob. We started our session with spitroasted him. First I fucked him while he was sucking my mate. Then we changed and it lasted until my mate bred him. When my mate went to his back I cleaned his cock. I didn’t stop until he became hard again. I planned to have him in my hole but my guest was faster and sat on him and rode his cock. My mate became soft and after a while left. I fucked the bottom for another hour but I was exhausted. I asked him to suck me and lick my hole which brought me close to shoot, and finally I came onto my chest. I decided to sleep as much as possible but woke up after six hours. I checked my Grindr because I got messages while I was sleeping. Then another guy texted me. A sexy handsome Asian guy wanted me to fick him. He was close to me in a hotel. I jumped in my car and was there fast. He started with a super exciting blowjob. Unfortunately, he didn’t prefer either rimming or doggy style. He rode for a food half an hour, until he came onto my chest. He wanted me breed him but I couldn’t (I never can when the bottom is on me). Fina I came onto my chest while he was kissing me and fingering my hole.

Chapter 4 “Don’t worry Jakey, Taron is a good friend of mine and he doesn’t mind getting to know a sweet gay boy. Why don´t you show him some appreciation for being so nice to you?” My head went back to his face, this was all too fast for me. I´d never been walked in on during sex, much less have anything with more than one person. “Fuck, you´re so sweet when you´re confused! We´ll have so much fun breaking you in baby!” he said. I was faster this time “Wait man, I´ve never said I´d let anybody break me in here!” I even managed a slight scowl, which I was quite proud of. I wouldn’t let things just completely get out of hand! They both laughed and Taron´s hands on my head massaged harder, while he let them slowly get down to my neck. A slight moan escaped my lips. He spoke up: “Of course you didn´t sweety. But you know, we have some experience with cute boys like you. And until now, everybody just loved to have his holes around our cocks, like you just did. And you enjoyed that, right? I´m just very sure another cock for you wouldn´t make it worse, but just way better…” With that, he slipped onto the sofa, held my gaze and traced his right hand along my arm, pulling it up and letting my hand fall onto his bulging towel with his on top of mine. He then proceeded to wrap his (and in turn mine) around his bulge and moved it up and down. I just went along and felt his cock underneath the towel get harder and flex a couple of times. I swallowed hard. “Wow guy, that’s… I mean, I don’t know what to say really, I´m not usually this bad with words but… Oh my god what’s happening here?!” I laughed a bit. Jamal spoke up “Oh well Jakey, we´re just showing you the joys of life and what you missed out on until now!” “He then went closer to my ear and mumbled “You´re gonna be a good boy and take care of Taron, right? Make him feel good? Cause I´ll get another shot of G for all of us to loosen you up a bit.” He stood up and went into the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Taron still held my hand around his cock and smiled a lopsided smile at me. “Don´t worry, we´ll just have a really, really good time!” I nodded meekly. “Hm, I guess you need some more help to leave this shyness behind and just do what your nature tells you, hmm…?” he asked me with a glint in his eyes. With that he reached over me to pick up the pipe and light it. I looked up at him, taking a big hit and looking sexy as fuck. Then he leaned down, whispering “Open up!”, barely letting any smoke escape his mouth before crashing his lips onto mine and pushing a lungful of smoke into me, while slowly making out with me and sealing my mouth. His lips felt amazing and I felt my heartbeat quicken. After a while of making out, I withdrew and blew the smoke out, feeling a mix of relief and horniness wash over me. Relieved of my nerves and horny for what I was still holding in my hand. “So baby, what do you want to do?” As the rush hit me, I grabbed his towel and tried to take it off of him, but he pushed my hand away and askes again, taking my face into his hand and turning it upwards, so I had to look at him: “I asked you something and you will answer, alight?” I nodded. “Please, can I see you cock?” “Sure babe” he chuckled. “Take it off now.” I carefully lifted his towel to look at his cock. I knew his proportions already from handling it through the towel, but damn… it was just so marvelous to see it! The dark head protruded from the foreskin a bit. It was pretty much all the same thickness, with the middle being slightly bigger than the rest. I reached for it, but my hand was slapped away again. Confused I looked up, but then quickly realized. “Can I touch it?” Taron chuckled. “Good sweety, you learn fast. Yes, feel that black beauty!” I put my hand around it and stroked the foreskin up and down, my mouth watering. “May I lick it?” I heard a chuckle from behind me. “You got that boy trained already man!” I looked back at Jamal, who had come back from the kitchen with three glasses, looking down at me, his cock sticking straight out. I blushed. “Well, he definitely needs to be trained!” Taron just said, while caressing my head with his right, before reaching up and taking two glasses from Jamal. “Don’t worry, we´ll do that for you…” Taron said, while holding one of the glasses to my lips. “Drink up baby and then you can lick my cock!” I let these men guide me into my second dose of g, this time prepared for the taste, but somehow it wasn´t as awful as I remembered. Maybe I was too high already. Or just too focused on other… matters at hand. Before I went down on Taron, I remembered to ask this time and I was kind of proud of me for being so considerate. “Am I allowed to suck you?” …considerate? About asking a guy to let me suck him? What was happening to me? Taron chuckled. “Of course, take as much as you want!” With that I didn´t just take a lick as he had offered me before. I took his head into my mouth and started going down on his cock in one go.

Chapter 3 So here I was, getting my lungs full of the white smoke, encouraged by Jamal, who was holding the pipe for me. I later found out that he enjoyed this moment so much, getting me full of t for my first time and spinning me out… “Just like that baby, perfect!” Now hold it in for a moment before you let it out…” He moved the lighter away from me and looked at me with those sparkling eyes and a wide grin, while I exhaled. “How was that?” “Ehm, okay I guess?” “Good, just take another one. It takes a bit to get going…” With that he made me take three more hits back to back. And that’s when it hit me! “Whoa…” I looked at him. “Feel it, sexy?” He growled, while putting the lighter away, grabbing my hair and looking deep into my eyes. “Yeah…” I just said. I felt a tingling rising in me, an energy that I couldn’t describe. “Very good sweety. This will get you even more relaxed for my cock.” With that, he slapped his big and steelhard cock against the side of my face and awakened me from my shortlived stupor. “Get to work, come on!” And I did. I got his head into my mouth and then as much of his cock as I could. I wanted it all, even more than before, and I was now sure that I would be able to take it, eventually. “That’s what I love my sluts like!” he sighed, barely audible. I went to work on his delicious cock, I just wanted it more and more down my throat and I made slow progress with each up and down. I Heard the lighter again and after a while, Jamal pulled me up from his cock, told me to exhale. I didn’t know what was happening, but did as I was told, when he put his mouth on top of mine and exhaled his thick cloud into me. He then put his hand over my mouth. “Hold it in for ten seconds and then go down to my cock, get as much of it in you as you can while still being able to breathe and exhale.” I did as I was told, too intrigued to think about it. I took his cock back where it belonged and then figured out where it would still leave me some room to breathe while exhaling. I enveloped his cock into a cloud and looked up at him “Fuck baby, that´s the best sight a cocksucker can make for me down there, just like that. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my shaft and exhaling this cloud around it!” he praised. I felt a tingling. I didn’t know if it was from his praise, the smoke or the combination, but I smiled, as far as his cock allowed me to do and wriggled my tongue alongside its underside as a thank you. “Haha good boy! Now take it all down, come on…” I really tried, but I still couldn’t. I heard moans from behind me and needed a moment to realize that it was the porn, where the boy was likely already getting fucked. I still needed to get there, but first things first… I tried to impale my head again on his shaft and get it further into my throat. I wanted him moaning, I wanted his approval. And I also just really wanted his delicious dick! I was lost for a moment in the amazement of what was happening to me and sucking this hot guy off. That’s when I heard a shuffling behind me. I was shocked for a second, before I tried to withdraw my mouth from Jamals cock and turn around, but Jamal was faster and kept my head in his grip, his cock still firmly inside my mouth. “Don’t you worry Jakey, it’s just my friend Taron. It´s nothing to be ashamed of to suck my wonderful cock, right? He knows it happening all the time, don’t you man?” He turned his head and looked behind me. “Haha sure man. Got yourself a pretty one there it seems!” His voice was friendly, but a bit of a growl while not being as low as Jamals. He stepped few steps to the side so I could finally see him with my half turned head, despite being still impaled on Jamal´s cock. And what a sight he was! Similarly built as Jamal, not quite as tall, though also really muscular, with a slightly darker complexion. He just had a towel draped around his waist, where his cock poked obscenely out in the front. When my gaze went to his face, he looked at me with these beautiful dark eyes among his chiseled face and a mob of curly black hair with a side cut on the left, where he also had a glimmering earring He grinned a bright and sexy smile, that made his face seem younger. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties I guessed, a bit younger than Jamal. But oh fuck was he hot! For the third time this day I realized that I had stared, but this time with my mouth full of cock while a stranger was looking down at me and could barely contain his laughter. “Your face looks just as cute as I thought, but I have to say: Having that thick black dick in your mouth makes you look kind of slutty!” They both had a laugh at my expense, but I also chuckled from his comment, as I imagined myself in that moment. He had a point I guess. Jamal finally let go of my head and I withdrew my mouth, wiped my spit off my face with the back of my hand and wanted to get up. That’s when Jamal intervened: “No need for such formalities baby! You stay right where you are…” and put his hands on top of my shoulders. I was taken aback, unsure what to do. “He has already seen you sucking my cock so you don’t need to get up and shake his hand, right? Just tell him who you are and what you´re doing here.” “Ah yeah I´m jake and I´m here because Jamal… we met at pride and…” Jamal erupted into laughter when I turned my gaze to him. Taron just grinned and stepped closer. “Don´t let him play you for a fool so much Jake. He loves that!” and then fist bumped Jamal over my head. I didn’t know if I should laugh or be angry. But in the next second Taron let his hand fall to my head and started massaging my head with the tips of his fingers. I was taken aback, but it felt great! “I… I´ll try!” I just said and Taron grinned at me again. “Good. You can´t let him have his way with you completely, can you?” I didn’t know what to say. This was just so surreal. I was on my knees between these two black gods I just got to know, being discovered by the one sucking the other one´s cock. High on something, horny as fuck and completely overwhelmed by it all.

I prefer to suck a cock rather than receive. Once upon a time I was strictly a feeder and I've been lucky enough to get some incredible blow jobs. But there were times when I got to suck a big, beautiful cock or swallow a nice big load of cum that over time turn me into primarily a cock sucker. To this day I love the taste of cum and that's the main reason that I suck. But there seems to be way more cock suckers than feeders out there so I'll go with the flow and take a great blow job if thats my only option. I love getting sucked off outdoors so cruising spots are hot and I especially love getting sucked with an audience at these places. I also love sitting on a sofa or chair, butt on the edge, legs spread wide and the sucker kneeing before me. I do enjoy watching the sucker performing his magic but most of the time I like to lean back, thrust my hips forward, close my eyes and focus on the fabulous sensations.

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

Here's an excerpt from the Rachel Scott interview with Trump where he suggested that Harris is "suddenly black." Scott quoted several of Trumps past remarks, calling him out and asking why black people should vote for him, and he totally deflected the question and called her "rude" for quoting his racist and inflammatory remarks. This is classic Trump, he does not know what it means to be accountable for his remarks or actions. It seems he will say or do anything for power. He has no shame. He shamelessly compares himself to Abraham Lincoln. He has absolutely no boundaries. Link is below if you want to watch the interview. "The Republican presidential nominee made the comments during a sit-down interview in Chicago with three prominent Black journalists at the National Association of Black Journalists (NABJ) annual convention. The more than 30-minute interview began with Rachel Scott of ABC News addressing the “elephant in the room.” Trump’s appearance had divided the conference, and a co-chair had quit after it was announced. Scott challenged Trump with a litany of his past statements. "A lot of people did not think it was appropriate for you to be here today,” she said. "You have used words like 'animal' and 'rabid' to describe Black district attorneys,” she continued. “You have attacked Black journalists, calling them 'a loser,' saying that the questions that they asked are quote 'stupid' and 'racist.' You've had dinner with a white supremacist at your Mar-a-Lago resort. So my question, sir, now that you are asking Black supporters to vote for you: Why should Black voters trust you after you have used language like that?" Trump replied: “I don't think I've ever been asked a question in such a horrible manner.” He went on to call Scott’s question “nasty” and “rude” while touting that he had been “the best president for the Black population since Abraham Lincoln."" [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/news/trump-falsely-questions-kamala-harriss-race-and-calls-out-interviewer-as-rude-at-nabj-convention-212512988.html?.tsrc=1013&ncid=crm_-1353366-20240801-1&bt_user_id=MkkiN%2Bl3KTAgN8d7m%2FeyeYDlpuOixjgxu51JNmEfgvA4%2FX13q%2BHEer4jebJmy4QQGBsG5ItIealRQ6BAWHX9Ypf0sxOZrdVzoTHwAL5RCxK9MZX4LE2ZHOX70QYoZ64m&bt_ts=1722515544583

I get it. It’s unfortunate, but there are a lot of catfish out there. Those are the ones who quit chatting with you when it gets to the point of hooking up. but I’ve never understood the concept behind lying, and then the person actually showing up. As soon as I open the door, I’m going to see the real person. My taste in men are varied. I have a lot of diversity in the guys I fuck. I’ve been told many times that “I didn’t think you would be into me.” As sexual attraction for me is not physical. But if a person lies, it’s a huge turn off.

Invited my two newest college boi fuck toys over for some fun last night. One I've previously mentioned, the other is also 18 and very twinkish. Told them that it would be a threesome, and if they wanted to come over, everyone was going to fuck and everyone was going to get fucked. Now, both of them have always been bottoms, and one of them previously said he's never topped before. Anyway, they both agreed and showed up around 7PM. Told them if they wanted daddy's dick and cum inside them tonight, I wanted to see a good show first. We all messed around for a bit, and then I sat back and watched as they played with one another. They made out for a while and sucked one another. Took a bit of prodding, but they both rimmed one another as well. After the initial ick factor wore off, they both seem to enjoy giving and receiving. Ask who wanted to top first and told them to go at it however they wanted, but each one had to inseminate the other. The one thing I did want them to do is ride one another and make out while doing so. They went at it like good bois and fucked until both had been filled with cum. Had them get on all fours next to one another so I could rim them, and then fuck them both. Bred one of them and plugged them both to keep their asses full of cum. By this time they were hard again and said it was time for them to fuck daddy. Both of them made me proud as they pounded my hole good and both bred me. Afterwards I plugged myself and fucked the other I hadn't bred yet. We laid around for a while, sucked one another, and got ready for another round. Told them we were going to do a fuck train and maybe even try a DP. Each one of us took turns in different positions, but I could tell they loved being in the middle. Asked them if they'd like to DP me, which they did without hesitation. I was in pure bliss having two rock hard 18 year old cocks up my asshole, and especially when they both bred me again. They spent the night and we fucked around more this morning before they went home. Both said they enjoyed topping a lot more than they thought they would, and will definitely do it again. They clearly hit it off and I would not be surprised if they started hooking up with one another.

Spent way too long at the bath last night, but it seems fall is finally here and summer "no fucking" season is finally over. Not sure how many holes I sampled, but bred 4 of them, got 5 poles in my hole with 3 of them dumping their cum in me. Even found a open ready slut presenting his well used hole to be bred again, without having to hunt and wait when I got ready to go home. Woke up to a cum fart this morning.

Only started my return to bb sex after I started prep.

I was at my favorite spot in NYC one day and we had that problem. Mostly bottoms and few tops. Then this young kid walks in (I swear he could not be more than 16) and all of a sudden he was getting fucked. Guys were lining up for him. Could this be the secret? Just be young or young looking? Brought me back to when I started cruising at 16. I was always the center of attraction.

on PrEP here since its inception. Never use condoms and love getting bred. Zero desire to contract and STI including HIV.

I tend to go the other way and ask “I’m a stocky bear , is that your thing “ ? it just avoids wasting time.

Men like you know how to use a true cocksucker. I know my place and respond well to the man. The lowest form of male serving the highest form of male. Love being ignored as you watch tv or play a game. I was taught young my place and the skill of cocksucking

Husband sends his wife out to turn tricks to pay the rent. She comes back with $20 in quarters (that would be 25 cents). Him "what the hell? Who paid you in quarters?" Her: "All of them!"

I would love to hear your feedback on this new part, including Thomas's new friend. Here is Part 3: Thomas lays exhausted on the grimy mattress in the dimly lit orgy room, panting heavily but still yearning for more as his body quivers with pleasure from the intense group sex session he just experienced. The stench of sweat and sex fills the air around him while his gaze drifts between Ethan and other onlookers gathered around them—all eager to witness or partake in their twisted escapades. Ethan observes Thomas intently, his eyes rake over Thomas's body from head to toe; taking in every bead of sweat on his skin and each tremble caused by the aftereffects of orgasm. Ethan smirks devilishly as he contemplates how best to torture this insatiable cumdump further—how far they can push their mutual devotion towards depravity together. Without another word, Ethan begins his work. He stands over Thomas, grasping a steel shackle in each hand as he approaches from behind. Then, he speaks softly into Thomas's ear, sending a chill down the younger man's spine with his sinister whisper, "You've impressed me today, my little cumdump. It's clear you have a natural talent for submission. But I think it's time we took things to the next level," he says before swiftly snapping the steel shackles onto Thomas's wrists and ankles, binding him in place with ease. Thomas moans softly as Ethan's hands explore his body further; running along his chest and abdomen, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake while ensuring each movement causes the maximum amount of discomfort and arousal for his submissive companion. The cool metal shackles cut into Thomas's sensitive skin as they restrain him even more tightly—an unbearably erotic sensation that only serves to heighten both their desires for one another. Ethan smiles wickedly at the sight before him, knowing exactly what's needed to push this young man over the edge of sanity into a realm where only carnal pleasure and pain exist—a place where they can lose themselves completely in their shared twisted fantasies. He grabs another syringe filled with an evil cocktail: part nasty Tina-laced chems, part of his own infected HIV blood—all mixed together specifically for this moment to heighten Thomas's vulnerability and ensure absolute obedience. Ethan watches as Thomas's eyes widen in fear mixed with excitement at the sight of the needle. He smirks at the boy's pleas as he slowly approaches him. He places a comforting hand on Thomas's shoulder and whispers softly, "Let's see how far you are willing to go for me, my little cumdump." Thomas tries to pull away, whimpering in fear at the sight of Ethan's needle-covered hands. "Please," he begs weakly, his voice trembling with terror and anticipation. "I don't want this! I can't take Poz blood, that is too much!" But Ethan doesn't listen, "You know you do, Thomas," he murmurs darkly as he grabs hold of Thomas's arm firmly. The needle pierces his skin, releasing a steady stream of poison directly into his veins while another dose is injected into Thomas's already-inflamed ass. Thomas tries to resist the onslaught but fails miserably; overwhelmed by the intensity and rapid pace of it all. The drugs course through him like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in his body with a burst of ecstasy. He gasps loudly as he feels a rush of pleasure coursing through him, his entire body tingling with anticipation for what's to come next. He whimpers softly under Ethan's command, "Please, Master... make me feel good... I'll do anything you want!" Ethan grins maliciously and replies, “Cute how you changed your mind. I intend to, my little cumdump. I just want to see how much pleasure you can take before you beg for more." With that, he takes a step back, allowing Thomas to feel the full effects of the drugs without any external stimulation. He admires the marks the syringe left on Thomas's pale skin—a symbol of submission and degradation that no one could mistake for anything else. Thomas squirms on the bed; moaning and writhing as if caught between heaven and hell itself. His cock twitches uncontrollably inside his confining clothes, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets beneath him. He can't help but crave more contact—any form of touch would be enough to send him over the edge into an intense state of euphoria. As Thomas continues to squirm and whimper, Ethan turns his attention back to their bondage session with a newfound fervor; determined to push his slave further than ever before as he leans in close enough for their breaths to mingle hotly against each other's lips—an intimate dance that hints at a deep level of connection, despite all evidence pointing towards its perversion and despair. With that, Ethan does something unexpected, he kisses Thomas on the mouth passionately. Their tongues are dueling for dominance while they explore every inch of each other's mouth with wild abandon—a raw display of lustful power that leaves both men gasping for breath when it ends. But before either can recover fully from this intense exchange, Ethan pulls out his already-hardening cock and shoves it back into Thomas's eagerly awaiting mouth once more. As Thomas keeps feeling the effects of the Tina coursing through his system, he finds himself unable—or perhaps unwilling—to resist as his master uses him like a piece of furniture: fucking his face with brutal force that leaves Thomas barely able breathe through his nose when it's not plugged shut by some part or another. Throughout this grueling assault on every one of Thomas's senses, he feels something strange happening within him—an awakening desire for more punishment; for Ethan to take complete control over his body and mind so completely that there are no lines left uncrossed between them anymore. It's as if some dark part within himself has been unlocked by their twisted relationship, and it hungers endlessly for whatever depravity Ethan can dish out next—a realization both horrifying yet exhilarating in its intensity. The room, filled with onlookers who had gathered to witness their perverse spectacle, blurs as Ethan's own animalistic instincts take over. His cock feels harder than ever before; never has he possessed a boy this completely. In the midst of their intense sexual encounter and drug-induced state, neither Ethan nor Thomas appear to notice a man stepping forward, someone who soon would turn out to be an old acquaintance of Thomas's. This hunky man—with chiseled abs and a rock hard, veiny cock that stands out prominently from the crowd—is none other than Johnny. He has known Thomas years ago when they were sex buddies but lost touch after a while; now he can't believe what has become of his once innocent friend as he watches in horror—and lust—from the sidelines. Johnny approaches Thomas, who looks at him with pleading eyes begging for release from this torture, but also acknowledging that he deserves every ounce of punishment being doled out by Ethan because it's exactly what he wants. To be owned by someone so completely devoid of morals and human decency. Releasing Thomas was far from Johnny's intention; he still felt resentful for the way their relationship ended abruptly due to his own insecurities about getting caught indulging in such [banned word] activities. As he watched Ethan using Thomas like a piece of meat without any regard for his wellbeing or comfort, it only fueled Johnny's desire to join in on the fun and claim some ownership over this broken boy himself. He jerks his cock vigorously, planning on joining Ethan in the abuse as soon as possible. His shaft throbs with excitement while he places a shard of Tina onto its tip before pulling out the plug still lodged deep inside; eager to feel the rush of plunging his hardness deep inside Thomas's unguarded ass again—a reminder of all they once shared together that could have been if only one had acted upon their true desires instead of hiding them away in shame. "Isn't this wonderful, my little cumdump? You can see how many people want a piece of you," Ethan chuckles evilly as he continues to pound into Thomas's willing mouth, pushing Johnny deeper into the boy with every stroke. As the orgy room becomes even more chaotic than before, with other attendees joining in on the fun, men from all walks of life take advantage of Thomas's vulnerability and willingness to submit. The air is filled with moans and grunts, punctuated by gasps for breath as cocks slide in and out of various holes while hands grope and fondle any bit of flesh that can be reached. Ethan grabs ahold of Johnny's hips and directs him to fuck Thomas harder—pushing them both towards the brink faster than ever before possible. Their eyes meet through their shared pleasure; two souls connected by their mutual love for destruction and debauchery. And as they reach their peak together—Johnny filling Thomas with his seed while Ethan empties himself deep into his mouth—they know that nothing else could ever compare to this moment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy borne out of depravity. The three men collapse in exhaustion onto the grimy mattress together; their chests heaving from exertion while they catch their breath and await whatever new depraved acts the orgy room may have in store for them next. As they lie there, Thomas starts coming to his senses, only then realizing who Johnny really was. With that, he speaks "Johnny" weakly, his voice barely audible above the din of the ongoing orgy. The hunky man looks down to him with a mix of confusion and curiosity in his eyes before replying softly. “So it is really you!” Johnny asks hesitantly, struggling to reconcile the boy he once knew with this broken shell of a person lying before him. Thomas nods weakly in response but doesn't say anything more as Ethan's cock begins twitching again, resting against his cheek; ready for round two at any moment if either man was so inclined. Johnny takes a step closer, studying their intertwined forms with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "I can hardly recognize you like this, Thomas... you used to hold back so much." His voice is thick with emotion as he grapples with the reality of Thomas's current state; reduced to nothing more than a slave for Ethan's pleasure. "Is it... Is it really what you wanted?" Thomas finally manages to whisper, his eyes darting between Johnny and Ethan. A nervous tremor runs through his body at the thought that his old friend may judge him or disapprove of his actions. Johnny hesitates for a moment before nodding gently. "I wish I had been the one to put you through this kind of transformation, Thomas," he admits with a sigh. "But this guy... he's good at what he does, he did what I could’t: break you.” Thomas glances up at Johnny in surprise, relief washing over his features at the understanding in his friend's voice. But as their eyes meet again, a sudden chill runs down Thomas's spine: The consequences of having an old friend witness their actions are about to become all too real for both him and Ethan.

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Hi all, OK this is my first attempt at writing, so please don't be too brutal (in your feedback; I do love it otherwise). It's going to start slow, so if this isn't your thing, that's OK. Just give a me a chance, is all I ask. CHAPTER 1: BEN: Tonight was the night. I’d spent the last 4 weeks being the perfect predator, and tonight was the night I was taking down my prey. Four weeks ago, I’d seen him/her/them (cause I didn’t know) coming out of a gay bar on 7th street, dressed in heels, jeans, and a soft sweater. I knew they had the boy bits, but they never really wore men’s clothing. If they identified as a boy, they were definitely the femboy kind: thin, short, and maybe buck-ten soaking wet; long brown hair that looked better than most women’s; and puffy, pouty lips that gave a man ideas. The first time I saw them, I knew I wanted to ruin them and own them. Something about the blatant femininity on a male body made my cock jerk and I wanted to do mean and painful things, even more than the other little twinks I took an interest in from time to time. Somewhere along the way I stopped thinking of them in any way other than My Hole….nothing else, just an it, that was My Hole. I had planned my approach carefully. I knew the bar on 7th had cameras and tight security, so I’d have to make meet My Hole at another bar it frequented. I was there at the bar when it walked in, and I was ready – calm, cool, and prepared to be the most charming version of myself. My Hole came in and sauntered my way, and perched up a few stools down from me. I could hear it order a gin and tonic from the bartender. I watched beautiful lips wrap around a straw and take a sip, and all I could think about was those lips wrapped around my cock. I got up to make my move. EV: I felt a giant mass next to me take a seat and caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. “Hey beautiful, you’re awfully delicate for this crowd, aren’t ya?” His voice sent a shudder down my spine – deep, a heavy southern accent, and enough rasp to file nails. I turned and looked at him. He was sort of handsome, in a rugged way; wasn’t classically handsome, but good looking. Broad and fit, he looked like a man who worked for a living and could bend me in half in the most delicious of ways. I smiled. “Sometimes a little silk likes to snagged on barbed wire, and you look like you would be sharp and pointy.” I saw a glimmer in his eye, and he leaned in. I inhaled as he was right next to my ear and could smell a musk that told me he was every bit the working man he looked to me. I felt his warm breath at my ear. “Darlin, you be careful before you get yourself snagged in something you can’t handle.” I laughed and turned back to my drink, and watched him take a swallow of his beer. Maybe it was because I had been in a slump or what, but I ignored my usual caution. “I don’t live very far from here, shall we go see?” “Sure, you want me to follow you, or what? I’m parked down the street” “Oh, I walk, but if you don’t mind driving, I can direct you.” “Then beautiful, either finish quick or leave it. We’re heading out.” BEN: Jesus fuck, they are stupider than I thought. This is too easy. I put my hand on the small of their back and lead them out the door and down the street to my truck. I play the part of the gentleman and open their door. I get them settled in and reach over to buckle them in, flashing a big grin. “Don’t want anything to happen to my precious cargo.” Walked around to my side and slid in. Once I was settled in my seat, leaned over and took their mouth in a scorching kiss. Wrapped my hand in their hair and held them tight while I plundered their mouth. “You chugged that gin and tonic pretty quickly. Don’t want you too drunk to play, so why don’t you have some water.” I handled them a small bottle of Gatorade and unscrewed the top in front of them, showing I was a gentleman and not handing them something spiked. Little did My Hole realize it was heavily spiked with GHB. It’d have a flavor and I just hoped my prey would finish it and not think. “It tastes a little off”. I sighed, knowing it seemed too easy, so I thought of something quick. “Probably from sitting in here and getting hot in the truck off and on. Sorry about that.” I watched them finish it off, and I reached up and swiped my thumb across their lip and leaned in for another kiss. They went limp and moaned in my kiss, and I knew it was just a matter of time. “So, where to?” “Oh, I live down over near The Square; you can just go out 35.” “Easy enough, darlin. Be there in 20 minutes or so, I guess”. I pulled started the truck and pulled out the parking lot. I drove down to 35 and made the left heading out to The Square. About halfway there, I looked over, and they were already asleep. Down for the count. I pulled into the nearest lot and turned around. Not heading in that direction anymore, and I turned my truck back to my place.

Love to eat ass... then pound the hole, shoot a load balls deep in it, and continue to rail that cummy hole raw... then he sucks me clean when I'm done

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 24. Tom and Dan went home on Sunday afternoon. On the bus ride, they had considered Mark and Peter's proposal to move in with them. The thought that they could even make money letting men fuck their ass made them giggle. From the bus, Tom texted David that they had both heard what David said yesterday in the sauna. David suggested that the boys could come through them on the way home so they could talk in peace. The rest of the family is visiting relatives and they don't come home until late. The brothers arrived at David's house directly from the bus terminal. David opened the door and was wearing only very tiny lycra sports shorts. The outline of David's big cock was clearly visible through the shorts. David led the boys to sit on the couch and offered them a drink. "It was a really exciting sight to see both of you there in the sauna with your asses on offer," stated David. "Is it so you don't refuse any load," asked David. The brothers nodded shyly. "Then you must be eating prep regularly," continued David. The brothers looked shyly at each other and Dan said that they are not medicated. "Holy shit, you've got to be really careful. That place is always full of all kinds of sick bastards. I'll never fuck holes in there that you can be sure don't carry diseases." "But how can you be sure of that," asked Tom. "Usually I only fuck young holes. For example, Dan was a virgin yesterday and you Tom was a week ago. It's pretty unlikely that your holes have had time to corrupt yet," said David. "But you fucked us both in the sauna and our asses were full of strangers' cum. We hadn't asked about anyone's status. And in fact we started day 8 with the cocks of an unmedicated poz man," said Tom, looking David hard in the eyes. "David, you better be careful yourself if you're so afraid of getting STDs," Dan continued. Tom stood up and took off his shorts in a one quick motion. He turned his backside towards David and pulled the plug out of his ass. "Are you still in the mood to fuck me? I still have sperm in my ass, the status of which you don't know," said Tom. Dan did the same as his brother. Soon both had climbed onto the couch and the brothers' asses were available to David. David couldn't help himself. He took both boys by the hand and led them to his son Luke's room. He told the boys to climb onto the bed on all fours. David lowered his tight shorts and thrust his cock in one powerful thrust into Tom's ass. David took turns fucking Tom and Dan and finally released his seed with a loud grunt into Dan's ass. After orgasm, David collapsed on top of Dan. David, Tom and Dan lay spent in Luke's bed. "Thank you David," said Tom. "If you want, we can organize an event in the sauna where you get rid of that fear. I've never felt such great freedom as I did on the first night lying blindfolded in a sling. I think you'd enjoy that feeling too," continued Tom.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 16. In the afternoon, Tom feels like he has a fever. He can't think about anything anymore but his need to have someone squirt sperm in his ass. Tom went to tell his boss that he wasn't feeling very well and he felt it would be best to go home earlier today. The supervisor agreed, because there is no way you should be at work when you are sick. "If you continue to feel bad tomorrow, you should stay home tomorrow as well," said the manager. Tom had heard jokes at school that nobody but pathetic fags used the toilet in the nearby park. Tom headed his bike straight to the park and without caring if anyone saw walked straight in to the park toilet. The toilet was empty and dirty. There were tags on the walls and it looked like no one had come to clean the toilet in many weeks. Tom was in the bathroom for at least half an hour until the sound of approaching footsteps was heard outside. A 40-year-old man wearing a neat suit entered the toilet. Tom immediately noticed to his disappointment that the man had a wedding ring on his finger. The man walked past Tom to the urinal, dug out his cock and started to pee. The man glanced over his shoulder at Tom leaning against the wall and asked if the boy had come here to pee or just to spend his time. Confused, Tom also walked to the urinal and started digging his penis out of his shorts until he realized that he couldn't show the man his chastity cage. But it was too late now and Tom tried to cover his own penis as best he could with his hand, so that the man couldn't see it. The man rubbed his own cock with his hand so that it clearly started to grow. Tom couldn't take his eyes off the man's growing cock. Finally, the man reached out and moved the protective hand away from Tom's penis. Well, well, what do we have here? You seem to be one of those guys who only wants to be on the receiving end. "Pull your shorts down so I can see what you have to offer," the man ordered. Tom obeyed and exposed his ass framed by jockstraps to the man. The man grabbed the butt plug in Tom's ass and pulled it out with one quick push. "Oh, I guess you really like to get cock inside you when you have such a big plug in your ass," said the man. The man threw Tom's plug at the bottom of the urinal and moved behind Tom. "You don't have any diseases," asked the man. Tom shook his head to which the man said good. Immediately Tom heard the man spit and rub his spit on his own cock. Right after that, Tom felt the man's unprotected cock in his hole and the man started fucking Tom violently. After only five minutes of fucking, Tom heard how the man's breathing quickened and felt how the thrusts became faster. The man squirted his sperm into Tom, lifted his pants and pulled up the zipper and left without a word. Tom picked up the butt plug from the bottom of the dirty urinal and shoved it back into his hole. Tom waited in the bathroom for another fifteen minutes, but no one came. Before leaving the bathroom, Tom washed his hands and at the same time noticed that there were used condoms in the trash can next to the sink. Tom picked three condoms out of the trash, each containing sperm. Tom stared at the condoms hungrily, saliva dripping from his mouth. Tom tied a knot at the end of each condom to prevent the sperm from leaking out. After that, Tom put the condoms in his pocket and started riding his bike towards home.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 11. Mark's words resonated in Tom's mind. "Everyone wants to empty their sacks on such an innocent boy". If he goes to a motel now, will he lose his chance to get a cock? Mark said that after he took Tom to the motel, he will go to the same Gay Sauna again today that they went to earlier. Mark said he wants to make sure there's even more action than during the day. “Is it so dangerous if he didn't go anywhere near GH? That nasty man is hardly even there anymore when he was already in the day and had his seed emptied," thought Tom. "Would it be possible if I came to the sauna with you for a while longer," Tom heard himself ask Mark. Crap, thought Tom. Mark immediately replied that it was fine. As soon as Tom wants to go to a motel, Mark promises to take him. Mark quickly put on the leather clothes he was wearing in the photo he had sent to Tom on Grinder. Tom thought Mark looked hotter than ever. It wasn't long before Tom and Mark were standing at Sauna's reception again. The clerk nodded with satisfaction and asked if Tom had been a nice boy? "If the ass plug is still in place, you both get in for free," said the clerk. Tom hummed sheepishly at the clerk who patted Tom's ass and said, well done. "Welcome in! A lot more people have come here today than a normal Saturday night. The men seem to be very excited," the clerk said and winked at Mark. When Tom and Mark entered the Sauna side, it was indeed very busy. On all the walls stood men alone or in groups. Some were wearing leather clothes similar to Mark's, some were completely naked, some were wearing leather vests and some were in jockstraps like Tom himself. Tom looked lustfully as there were all kinds of men. Different ages, different skin colors, fat or very thin, some had piercings on their penises and some had tattoos. Mark asked Tom if he wanted to go see what was going on at the Glory Hole wall again. Tom shuddered and said absolutely not. He doesn't want to get any more of anon cock inside him today. Mark stated that then a sling can be a good option, because on it Tom can always see who is pushing the cock in ass. Tom told Mark that sounds good. "Today I want to choose who gets to fuck me and if necessary the man has to use a condom," confirmed Tom. Mark helped Tom climb into the sling. Lifted Tom's long and muscular legs into the leg loops of the sling. Mark still secured Tom's legs and arms with leather belts because he didn't want Tom to fall off the swing. There Tom was lying in a leather sling in a very crowded gay sauna. Tom's just 18 year old desirable ass open and available. Mark pulled the butt plug out of Tom's ass and held it up high so all the men in the room could see it. Mark asked Tom if he wants to get a real thing in his ass again after a long time. Tom timidly replied that he would. Mark said he has to say out loud what he wants. Tom replied loudly that he wants Mark to fuck him. Mark placed his cock at Tom's entrance but told Tom again. You have to say out loud that what you want. "Do you want me to wrap my cock in a condom?" "NO," shouted Tom with all his might. "Put your raw cock deep in my ass. Please Mark, fuck me with your bare cock, Please," cried Tom. At the same time, Mark plunged his raw cock straight into Tom's ass, balls deep. There were loud whispers around Sling. "Greedy cumboy", "Yes breed him", "What a cock-hungry little whore", "sweet baby bugchaser"... All the men were clearly excited by what they saw. The men's hard cocks glistened in the dim light as Mark hammered the ass on offer in the sling.

Chapter 8 - Chris’ POV Javi and Tre were fucking the white cum whore at the same time. Both of their big dicks sawing in and out of his ass. They fucked hard and quick trying to be the group of guys to get the little whore to successfully cum hands free. As I watched the clock, I figured they wouldn’t quite make him cum. Kenny called time, and then it was Jay and Mike’s turn. Jay got on his back and picked Ty up off Javi’s dick and impaled him on his dick as Mike quickly got behind Ty and shoved his dick in. They started going at it. Ty’s head was moving more back and forth, but he was still passed out. Even with the bigger dicks, Ty didn’t wake up. I think he got too much G, but that was just going to make the rest of the night that much more fun. As the seconds raced on the clock, Jay was telling Mike to slam his dick in and out all the way and fuck the slut, but I think Mike’s slam and G were hitting him at the same time and making him space out. So, I doubted with his slow thrusts from behind that he would make the whore cum hands free. Just as I finished that thought in my head, Kenny called time. Kenny looked at me and motioned for me to look at his dick. He was screwing in a PA just like the one he let me borrow. Both of us, who had the biggest dicks, Kenny being 14.5” and mine being 13” now also had PA’s in our dicks with the ring having 6 spiked metal tips placed evenly around the ring to rip open a bitches insides. I just nodded and grinned knowing we were easily going to make this bitch cum hands free. I got on my back, and Kenny pulled the unconscious Ty off of Jay’s dick and quickly lowered Ty onto my dick with his back resting on my chest. I grabbed Ty’s legs and quickly pulled his knees up into a hold near my shoulders exposing Ty’s hole to Kenny. Looking at Kenny, I said, “Slam that spiked death stick up his ass, Kenny. Let’s show these other guys how you truly ruin a white cum slut’s hole.” “Fuck ya, bro!” Kenny shouted as he slammed all of his dick into Ty’s ass. I could feel the spikes on his PA dragging against my dick too. I would be surprised if my dick didn’t have some tears in it after this brutal fuck we were about to give the passed out white whore. Kenny pulled all the way out and slammed in again. I kept a hold of his knees and slowly thrust up into him and rocked my hips and made circles as I ground the spikes on my PA deep into the lining of his large intestines. Kenny continued to long stroke and slam his entire death stick in and out of the white boy hole. He was moaning and grunting at each thrust. About a minute in, his head started to roll from side to side. I wasn’t sure if it was from the rough thrusting or him waking up or just passed out pleasure, but about thirty seconds later his legs started to shake. I told Kenny he was close and shaking, so Kenny got even rougher. Not even two thrusts later, the white cum slut’s whole body started shaking and his dick shot out a huge load. The first spurt landed across my face and got in my left eye. But, I didn’t care. We had won and both continued to fuck the little whore. “We are going to finish in his ass. Then we’ll let you guys get back in your DP groups and load the whore up with more cum. Once he has another load from all of us, Kenny and I will start fisting the bitch.” I heard murmurs of agreement from the guys watching us. I looked back at Kenny, and his eyes were already glazing over. It was then that I realized the little white pussy was still squeezing and milking our dicks, and his cock was dribbling out a slow steady ooze of cum. I just moaned and couldn’t stop my nut from ripping out of my balls, speeding up my mandingo shaft, and exploding spurt after spurt of hot toxic seed deep into the white neg whore. As my cum lubed up his hole even more, Kenny roared his head back and started shooting his load too. We were both cumming at the same time deep inside this white neg cum slut as our spiked PA death sticks tore open his insides and made him bleed so our toxic seed could get deep in his bloodstream and make him a poz slut. Both of us slowly pulled our dicks out of the whore. Javi and Tre quickly grabbed him and double penetrated his ass again. They didn’t last long as they were getting worked up watching the rest of us fuck Ty senseless. Soon we heard Tre announce he was cumming quickly followed by Javi. They pulled out and Mike grabbed Ty and slammed him on his dick and told Jay to get him from behind. I think they lasted even less time than Javi and Tre. They almost grunted at the same time and started shaking as you could see their bodies convulsing as they shot their loads deep into the passed out white boi pussy. When they pulled out, I put Ty on his back and pushed his knees up to his shoulders exposing his gaped hole. It was very puffy, red, and a slow flow of pinkish cum was running down his taint towards the sheets on the bed below making a puddle. We all came in close to observe our work and look at the pretty white boi pussy that was virgin just a few hours earlier that now could not even close, gaped open from being slutted out by big ethnic dicks, and oozing nothing but toxic seed mixed with his neg blood. It was a sight to see and remember, so I grabbed my phone and started taking tons of photos to document the occasion. Kenny asked if I wanted to fist the bitch first, so of course I jumped at the opportunity. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I quickly sized up the other guys. I do believe that I had the biggest hands in the group, and I was getting the pleasure of being the first to fist the whore. Nothing like starting with the biggest in the group first so that the hole gets forced open and can then more easily take the smaller hands. I quickly inserted 3 fingers in the still gaped open hole and plugged him up. The cum stopped oozing but I could feel the wet insides. They were full of cum and his ass walls were not just wet with cum, they were coated all over. As I twisted my fingers around in his hole and felt the walls of his ass it felt like my fingers were being coated with viscous cum and not a single inch of my fingers were dry by the time I had twisted my fingers all the way around in a full circle. Not wanting to waste any time and fucking turned on by the amount of toxic seed coating not only my fingers but the entire anal cavity of the neg virgin white boi pussy, I pulled my fourth finger and my thumb together as I slowly pulled my three fingers out. With the tips of all of my fingers pressed together, I pushed them back into the hole meeting just a little bit of resistance. But, I didn’t let that stop me. I grabbed Ty’s hip with my other hand holding him in place as I pushed my fingers in more using them as a spike that got fatter towards my knuckles. Ty grunted and my hand felt even more resistance, but I was not going to let that stop me. I pulled back just a little and while holding firmly onto Ty’s hip, I pushed my fingers back in harder with a quick jab. Ty’s hole expanded and was stretched around 5 fingers resting at the ridge of my knuckles. I held his hip again and pulled back just a smidge and then pushed in hard again. My knuckles brushed against his puffy red swollen ass lips and quickly slid inside. I heard one of the guys watching mumble, “Fuck ya!” My fist was now completely in Ty’s hole and his hole was slowly spasming around my wrist. I slowly rotated my hand left and then right and then back again. I quickly noticed my hand was swimming in toxic seed. I quickly pulled my fingers out of the spike formation and made a fist. I started to pull my closed fist out of the white boi pussy from the inside making sure my fist was flexed and as fat as I could make it. I wanted to pull his rosebud out as I pulled my fist out from inside his hole. Despite all the fucking, stretching, double penetration, and gallons of toxic cum swimming in his hole ready to lubricate anything put inside, his hole still resisted me pulling out. So, I pushed back in a little more to where my wrist was once again surrounded by his puffy white boi pussy lips. I grabbed his hip, flexed my fist again to make it as big as possible and rock hard, and quickly yanked my arm back like I was pulling away from a hot stove. My fist quickly pulled free from his hole with an audible popping sound. Ty quickly opened his eyes and whimpered. I looked down and his hole was gaped open and leaking even more cum. I looked back up at Ty’s face. I could tell he was still partially conscious and the other part of his body wanting to ride the G wave back into sleep. I flexed my fist again, grabbed his hip, and punched my fist back into his hole. This time, Ty’s eyes got extremely bug-eyed, and he tried to lift his head off the bed and look down at his body. My fist had popped right back into his hole. But, the G was strong, and Ty couldn’t lift his head. So I decided to see just how strong the G’s hold was on him. I quickly pulled my fist out of his hole and then shoved it back in. Ty moaned and his eyes went wide again, but then his head just went limp and fell to the side of face. He had passed out again. Kenny came up beside me and said, “I thought he was going to wake up, but he passed out even with your punching his hole with your fist. I think I gave him too much G,” and he laughed. I laughed too and said, “Don’t worry, I know how to wake this bitch up.” “What are you going to do?” asked Javi. “Just watch. You’ll see,” I said. I pulled out and punched my fist into his hole rapidly ten more times. Ty still didn’t wake up. Javi just looked at me and said, “That did nothing. He’s still passed out.” “That wasn’t what I was talking about. I did that because I wanted to make sure that this hole was loosened up good and ready to be gaped open for a while. Now, I’m going to wake this bitch up.” Javi just puffed out a quick breath and looked at me like he didn’t believe me. I looked back at him, put on my most stern face, and said, “If you want me to gape your hole too with these fists, I will. Don’t test me.” “You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Tre quickly chimed in to defend his boyfriend. What he didn’t notice was Javi’s dick getting rock hard and spurting out a small amount of cum. I just chuckled and looked at Javi and winked. His dick twitched again. I looked back to his eyes which were glossed over thinking about my big mits fisting his hot Latino hole, and I said, “Tre you need to learn your boy here is a slut. Whether you want it to happen or not, he wants my fist in his hole.” Tre quickly looked over at Javi and noticed his state of full arousal, his glossed over eyes, and him staring deep into my eyes fixed on me. I looked at Ty, grabbed his hip, and then looked back at Javi making sure to maintain deep eye contact. “I will own your hole too. But for now, I want you to watch me wake this white boy slut out of his G hole. Watch and see what I do and think about how your hole is going to feel when I do the same to you.” Javi in an almost trance just nodded his head. “Javi, you need to watch my fist and stop staring at my face. I want you to see this and not miss a single movement.” Javi shook his head a little and moved his eyes from my eyes and focused on my wrist being surrounded by Ty’s puffy pussy lips. Tre was watching Javi, not quite sure what was going on. When I noticed Javi was intently watching Ty’s pussy lips slowly squeeze around my wrist, I said, “Here we go. This bitch is about to wake up.” I once again flexed my fist and made it rock hard. I quickly pulled it out of Ty’s ass. I pulled my arm back until my fist was right next to my rib cage to give my arm fist some thrusting power behind the push I was about to do. I quickly punched forward. My fist easily entered Ty’s hole, but my punch was still barely at its destination. I kept pushing forward until my fist came up against Ty’s inner hole. While it was not gaped open as much as his outer hole had been it also wasn’t closed completely. That helped my fist which was still balled up and flexed to be as hard as rock to continue deeper inside and put more pressure on his inner hole until it gave way. My fist was now completely in his large intestine. His outer hole was stretched and almost 3/4th’s of the way up my forearm to my elbow. Ty immediately opened his eyes and lifted his head as he gasped. I quickly opened my fist and made my fingers dance around touching all the parts of Ty’s large intestine that I could. Ty just moaned at the sensations. He looked at me and asked, “What’s going on? I feel funny.” I looked at Kenny and told him to grab his phone and start recording. I then looked at Jay and told him to do the same but to record Ty’s face. I then balled my hand up into a fist again, and quickly yanked my arm back. My fist pulled quickly through Ty’s inner hole and then his outer hole. He moaned, gasped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I looked at Javi and said, “Don’t underestimate my prowess again!” With that I pulled my arm back again to my rib cage, and slammed it back into Ty’s gaped pussy. Meeting virtually no resistance at his hole, my fist quickly made its way inside to his inner hole and met with some resistance before relinquishing and letting my fist once again plunder into his large intestine. This time I made sure his pussy lips were at my elbow. Ty’s eyes went wide, moaned, rolled his head back and forth, and then his cock started shooting cum all over his chest and up to his face. His inner and outer holes both spasming uncontrollably around my arm as his body had another anal induced orgasm. Ty slumped back to the bed and just convulsed as his body shook and spasmed and shot spurt after spurt of cum while he moaned and started to drool from his mouth. I looked back at Javi and noticed his eyes were glossed over imagining he was Ty at that very moment, getting fisted open by my big fist and having an anal orgasm making his big Latino dick shoot cum everywhere. Tre could see the look of desire in Javi’s eyes too and knew I was right. I would be fist fucking his boyfrined before the night was over. I opened my fist and again and let my fingers dance. Ty just moaned and said, “I’ve never felt so good before. Please don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop.” “I’m fisting your hole, you tweaked out white boi cum slut. My arm is elbow deep in your hole and right now my fingers are tickling your large intestines from the inside.” Ty just giggled. His head rolled from side to side. He finally looked up at me, slightly raised his head and said, “This feels amazing. I didn’t know I could be ticklish on the inside as well,” and he giggled again. I just wiggled my fingers more and told him that he was going to have all of our fists deep in his pussy before the night was over. He just moaned and mumbled, “Fuck ya!” Everyone including myself laughed at the look of total euphoria on the skinny white boy’s face. He was high as fuck and totally blissed out by having his hole abused. I was so glad I got to fist him first and make him cum again from my fist slamming through his holes. I looked at Kenny and said, “Your turn. You ready to feel this slut’s hole wrap around your fist?” Kenny nodded. I stopped tickling Ty’s insides, balled up my fist again, but this time I slowly pulled my arm out of Ty’s hole. First my fist pulled at his inner hole and pulled against it slowly until it gave up its hold on my wrist and let my knuckles scrap across the muscle and pull free. Ty gasped and moaned. I then slowly pulled it from his puffy outer hole. My entire arm was coated in pink tinged cum. I licked my forearm from my elbow up to my wrist and then opened my fist to reveal a pool of reddish tinged cum in my palm that I had scooped up in my fist deep inside his large intestine. I licked it up and licked up my middle finger and sucked it down. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, leaned over Ty and kissed him while pushing the bloody cum that I had collected from my arm in my mouth and pushed it into his mouth. We shared a sloppy cum filled kiss as he moaned and salivated at the taste of his blood and our toxic seed combined together in his ass now being tasted from every corner of his mouth. I pulled back from the kiss and presented him my hand. He didn’t even need to be told what to do. He started to lick each finger, then my palm, then the back of my hand, and then licked my arm all the way down to my elbow all around. He didn’t miss a drop. He savored every drop of toxic seed mixed with his blood as we all watched amazed and transfixed at the sight as this white cum slut submitting to his deepest desires. Kenny decided to break everyone out of the trance and slammed his fist into Ty’s hole. Ty screeched a little at the sudden intrusion in his hole and then slumped back down against the bed. “Oh yeah, Kenny. Use my hole. Get elbow deep like Chris did. I want to feel you tickle my insides too.” Ty just giggled and gasped as Kenny’s fist hit his inner hole and quickly pushed past. “Don’t worry, slut! I”m gonna use your hole. We all are. You just lay back and relax,” Kenny said. “Sounds good to me,” Ty said. “Hey, can one of you guys feed me your dick? I want to suck a cock while my insides are tickled too.” Not needing another invitation and moving quickly before anyone else could, Mike was by Ty’s face and slapped his dick across Ty’s lips, nose, and eyes. “Open up, bitch! Suck this big dick while that pussy gets fisted.” Ty opened his mouth and sound was coming out like he was about to say something, but Mike couldn’t resist. He slammed his dick forward and whatever Ty was going to say was muffled by Mike’s dick ramming against the back of his throat. He quickly gagged, and Mike pulled back a little. As soon as Ty was done gasping for air, Mike slammed his dick in even deeper this time forcing his way down Ty’s throat. With the sounds of Ty gagging, Mike moaning, and Kenny’s arm squelching in the cum in Ty’s hole as he punch fucked the white boi pussy over and over, I listed to the sounds of a negative white virgin boy turn into a poz cum slut for toxic big dicks that wanted nothing more than to destroy his hole. Everyone in the room watched or participated in some way as Ty slid into the world of poz depravity and relished every last second of it. ******************* Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out there. I hope you guys like it. Again feedback is always appreciated. Also suggestions for what happens next will be taken into consideration as well. Do you guys want to see Javi get fisted too?

He had me come over to his place every day for the next ten days, the last day I woke up in the morning with a fever and chills and I felt ill. He called off work and nursed me and fucked me a couple times as I lay there. It took about four days for me to feel better and one more he told me that he thought he loved me. I was surprised and I asked him why and he told me you always love your first I have been told. He kissed me again and then told me he was not available for a couple weeks, but he would be in touch. I left feeling a little rejected and I went off to work. My girl had kicked me out and I had to find an apartment, so I found one close to the park and moved in there after staying in a hotel for a week. I had visited the glory hole and feed my dick to guys and take cum in my ass and mouth, but I was missing Devon. Then I heard from him. Hey text like we just saw each other. Babe there is a young bottom I would like you to meet. He wants to suck your dick and to have you fuck him. I did not answer for some time but then I responded sure. He told me he would send the bottom to me, and I gave him my address and then he told me to cum in the boy. He needs your cum! I had not fucked a guy before, but I was suddenly horny to breed a young guy. I rushed to my apartment and right on time I heard a knock as 6 pm, The kid came in and he was cute, could not have been more than 22 blonde, blue eyes and skinny. I Leaned down and kissed him, and he kissed right back, and we made out for five minutes and then I started to undress him. He broke the kiss and asked if I was neg. I told him I was, well I was last time I checked, and he seemed relieved. I got him undressed and pushed him down to suck my dick and I leaned down and played with his hole. I needed to blow bad, and I got him on the bed and fucked him for ten minutes and shot a load in his hole. Then made him blow and he ended up with two more loads before the night was over. The kid loved my dick and came back the entire week and spent the night with me. He told me he loved me, but he had to go back to school. I guess he was in college. I told him to let me know when he got back, and we exchanged number. My top had lined up three more bottoms for me and I fucked them all. I was getting into topping these young guys and breeding them. I opened a text from my fist bottom and it ready. Dude I am poz, I have no idea who it happened, but I needed to let you know. I had been fucking a lot of boys and I text him back and told him it wasn’t me and he text back thanks sorry man. My old top friend had lined up twelve bottoms in all and the text kept coming in form them that they had pozzed up. I finally asked Devon about it. He told me to come over and I rushed over and there was a young dude there. He told me to use him, and I got in place and breed the boy as he sucked Devon and Devon shot on his face. Later that night Devon fucked and fisted me for hours and then told me he loved me as his boy. Then he said now you have all those bottoms as your boys. You got them all pregnant. I tried to understand, and he kissed me and told me he was Poz and he knocked me up weeks ago and now I had done the same thing. I was pissed he had done it to me, mortified that I have done it to them for a short time and then my dick was rock hard. Devon kissed and jacked my cock and told me he had another bottom for me tomorrow.

Part XI OMG I can't believe this yet. I was just going to stop and watch a few minutes. Then, almost out of nowhere my new biker bud was knocking on my car window and was completely naked. As I put the window down he leaned forward and I found myself sucking his cock into my mouth. Then after a few minutes he had pulled back and told me to get out of the car and when I did he told me to follow him but get naked and leave my clothes there and I did that, also. Then I followed him down towards the rest of the guys there. Why am I doing this? I can't seem to help myself. He leads me to the tent there and we go in. The next thing I know he has turned, grabbed me and planted his lips on mine in a very deep and passionate kiss and I find myself returning it and his tongue drives between my lips and deep into my mouth. By the time the kiss is done my own cock is hard as it can get and he has his hand on it and stroking it and I find I am doing the same to his without realizing I had started to. We kiss again, stroking each others cocks for a bit and then he gently pushes on me, without breaking our kisses and backs me up towards the table set up in there. I feel my legs bump the table and he gently keeps the pressure on me as I bend my knees and sit on it and then start to lay down. There is a cover on it and we do not break our kissing or stroking off as he slides me further up onto the table and I find myself being pushed down to lay on it as he moves to the side of it. He then breaks off our kiss and starts to kiss me down across my neck to my chest and then a stop to kiss and suck each nipple and then his kisses go further down across my stomach. As he gets to my cock he has climbed onto the table also and then as his mouth engulfs my cock I find myself taking his into my mouth also. We suck each other for a while and it feels so good. I don't think my cock has ever been this hard before. After a few minutes of this I feel him pull my legs up and spread them out as he lets go of my cock with his mouth and starts to kiss and suck my balls and then lower till he is rimming my hole. I feel his tongue going in and out of my ass, driving me wild, as he probes deeper and deeper and slathers his spit all over making me wet there. Then he pulls his cock from my mouth and turns around on the table. He moves between my legs and leans down and plants another kiss on me as he raises my legs up and over his shoulders. Then I feel him probe for a moment with his cock till he feels my hole and then with one smooth push, he enters me and doesn't stop till he is buried all the way in my ass completely. All I can do is moan around his tongue in my mouth, it feels so good. He then starts a slow out and back in slow and hard, thrusting as deep as he can get into my channel, pulling almost all the way out and then deep into me, over and over again.

Part VII I think I have gone crazy. Here I am laying beside a guy on a park bench filled with his poz cum, again, and supposed to be straight. All I can think of is wanting some more now. This can't be. I hear a voice and look up to find another of his buddies just coming in the tent. He is sayin how nice that looks and is dropping his shorts and soon in naked as well. He climbs on the table with us and my legs just kind of on their own go up and out. His hard cock centers on me and he drives it deep into my ass. I can only moan in pleasure. The first guy gets up and tells us he will be back and leaves. This new guy is pounding my hole hard and deep and all I can do is moan in my pleasure. He is hitting my prostate and driving me wild again. My mind is in a panic but my ass is loving this and I can't do anything but drive back onto his cock as he drills me good. I find myself begging for more and more and harder and faster. He complies and pile drives me with all his might. My ass is on fire. "Do me, do me, do me," is my chant. I hear some rustling and look around to find at least 5 or 6 other guys have come into the tent now. I hear myself telling them to line up, I want you all. OMG, what the hell am I saying? Soon this second guy grunts he is cumming and grinds his cock into me, then gets up and another guy takes his place. On and on they go, as one gets done another takes his place. I can't seem to stop or get enough. I want them all. "Fuck me," I tell them. They all keep dumping their loads into my willing ass and I am loving it. Finally, they seem to be done though. I look around and the first guy is back and sitting beside me and telling me it is ok now. Just to relax and and let it happen. He kisses me again and I fall to sleep in his arms as he climbs on the table with me.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 16 (Teachers’ Pet) The email read: Crossroad’s Motel. Tomorrow night 7pm. I’ll be home late. The Crossroad’s Motel was a sketchy hotel on the edge of town that charged in 3 hour time slots. I did my best to rest my aching ass for the next 36 hours, and then around 5pm the next day, I cleaned out my money-maker, threw on a jock, and headed for the hotel. I gave the clerk my name and she tossed me a key, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. It was 6:45 when I walked into the hotel room, I almost fell over from the shock. Standing and sitting around in various stages of nudity were 7 of my teachers from the past 12 years of my life. Before I had time to process this, I was being grabbed and the door was shut and locked behind me. I felt powerful hands rip my shirt down my back as another pair of hands roughly unbuttoned my fly and tore my fly to shreds. A mouth clamped over my mouth. It was Mr. Thomas, my third grade teacher. His tongue swirled in my mouth as I looked into his eyes and he placed my hand on one of his flabby tits, prompting me to play with his hairy nipple. He took me roughly by my face and turned my head to the left where a wad of spit splattered across my cheek. It dripped into my mouth as I recognized Mr. Jacobs, my middle school P.E. teacher wiping his mouth from the saliva he had just showered me with. In contrast to Mr. Thomas’ pot belly, saggy chest, and jowly face, Mr. Jacobs was still broad with muscle and chiseled abs heaving in and out as his handsome face sneered at me saying, “You were such a fucking tease in 8th grade, you little cunt. I’m so pissed that I wasn’t the first one in those holes when I know you wanted them back then.” I looked down to Mr. Jacobs’ 7.5 inch cock standing at attention, thick with veins. He jerked his meat a bit and slapped me in the face as I felt a tongue lunge into my ass. I instinctively bent over and was force fed a nice fat 7-incher that belonged to Mr. Holden, my high school Spanish teacher. He was tall and lean, in his 30s, and his precum poured into my mouth. One of my hands was placed on Mr. Thomas’ cock, which was enormous…much bigger than I had ever though this toad-ish man would be packing. It was fat and uncut, measuring in at probably 10 inches. Mr. Jacobs took the place of the tongue, spitting on my hole and his dick, and slid himself into my fuckhole. I squealed on the thick cock in my mouth as Mr. Jacobs started sawing into me. I could feel his juices dripping down my nut sack and onto my jeans, which were just barely half way down my thighs. The teacher that had been eating my ass came into view. It was Mr. Sawyer, my elementary school principal, stroking a nice 8 inch piece that he proceeded to push into my mouth next to Mr. Holden’s dick. I gagged and slurped on both cocks as I squeezed Mr. Jacobs’ cock with my pussy. “Suck those cocks, you piece of shit,” Mr. Holden snarled. “Fuck yeah, take all that dick,” Mr. Jacobs said and spit on my back. This provoked two or three of the other teachers to spit on my back and in my hair. Mr. Jacobs reached up and rubbed it into my skin and scalp. Abrubtly, Mr. Jacobs pulled out of me, and I was flipped onto my back on the bed. With my ripped jeans still tangled around my legs, Mr. Lyell – my pre-Calculus teacher – held my ankles while Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) pushed his supersized cock into me, his stomach flopping over my tiny dick. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) stuffed his dirty cock into my mouth saying, “Suck your ass off my dick, boy. It’s your juice, get it off my dick.” My eyes darted to the right to see Mr. Garth – my kindergarten teacher – and Mr. Middleman – my Sunday school teacher – watching me get reamed and jerking some pretty big cocks of their own. Mr. Garth was ancient with a distended belly, sunken cheeks, and a 8.5 inch uncut cock, leaking a string of precum through the foreskin. Mr. Middleman was a fit guy in his 50s, still wearing a wife beater T-shirt over his muscular chest and flat stomach, stroking a 7-inch beer can cock with some of the biggest low hangers I had ever seen. The huge dick inside of me trenched out my guts again and again making my boy cunt spasm and convulse in an orgasm. I felt my jeans pulled the rest of the way off of my legs by somebody leaving me only in my jock and one sock. “I heard you came just like a bitch,” Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) laughed at me. “Yes sir,” I garbled through Mr. Jacobs’ cock. “My turn,” Mr. Thomas said and I felt a wave of semen flood my insides. I moaned and came again, letting Mr. Jacobs’ cock flop out of my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Thomas trying to milk every drop of sperm from his expanding meat. His fat belly rolled and slapped over my tight body as he collapsed on top of me, spent. With a firm slap to my face, Mr. Thomas pulled out of me with a sticky plop. My gaping hole was filled by Mr. Garth immediately. He must have been 70, easily and as I felt his 8.5 inches hit my colon, he clamped his mouth over mine. “Who woulda’ thought when I was teaching you ABC’s that I’d be fucking your pretty pink hole raw one day?” he murmured in my ear. He began a series of strokes into my cunt where he pull all the way up and crawl quickly up to my face to shove it in my mouth and then go back to a full stroke into my hole. My insides were in constant shock with each sudden stab, and my mouth was flooded with varying strong tastes of ass juice and cum depending on how much got trapped under his foreskin with each thrust. Suddenly, on one of his thrusts, he stayed inside of me. He groaned and his hand grabbed my hair violently, pulling my head back. His mouth just over mine, he said, “Fuck, your little boy insides are making my old cock cum hard. Take my dirty seed, cunt boy. You deserve my old man spunk.” And with that he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deep. I felt his dentures move against my tongue and my ass came as he poured his poz spunk into my boyhole. “Let’s really stretch the slut,” Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) bellowed and he pulled me off of the enormous cock, flipped me over, and before I knew I was riding his 7.5 inches, the drastic curve up stabbing me right in my prostate. Without missing a beat, Mr. Sawyer (elementary principal) saddled up behind me and pushed his 8 inches in next to Mr. Jacobs. I howled and thrashed, only to be muted by Mr. Middleman (Sunday school teacher) taking me by the jaw and placing his beer can in my throat. As I was DP’d, Mr. Middleman brutally face fucked me, his huge balls slapping my chin noisily. They were so big that they would swing up and slap my cheeks sometimes. I drooled, coughed, and choked on his delicious cock, feeling his amazing balls gradually tighten. He just kept a hold of my hair, calmly talking to me, “That’s it, you fuck hole, take all that cock. You have to make up for the fact that you have a tiny dick instead of a pussy. You should have a pussy, that was just a mistake. You don’t need a dick, you need more holes. Open that throat, take my monster, make me cum. Come on, fuck toy, be a good cum bucket, be a good receptacle for semen, you little piece of bitch. Cunt out on those cocks.” I moaned and whimpered, my ass pulsing and cumming every few minutes. Mr. Middleman tapped Mr. Sawyer on the shoulder. Mr. Sawyer immediately understood and pulled out of me. Mr. Middleman jumped into his place and the beer can ripped my asshole as it pushed in next to Mr. Jacobs. I screamed out as Mr. Middleman pummeled my overstretched boy pussy like an animal with a need to breed. He reached around and pinched my nipples hard grunting, “You’re a fucking cunt, you’re such a fucking cunt, are you a fucking cunt?” “Yes,” I breathed out, in tears. “Are you a fucking cunt?!?!?” “Yes!” I cried. “ARE YOU A FUCKING CUNT???” “Yes, God, yes!!!” I pleaded. “ARE YOU?????” “I’M A FUCKING CUNT! I’M YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” I screamed almost ready to pass out from the violent fucking I was getting, my hole torn and stretched without regard. Mr. Middleman shook and grunted, pulling my head back by my hair and going back and forth between slapping my ass and slapping the side of my head as he shot forcefully into my guts. I yelped and cried as he used my hole as nothing more than a place to put his spunk. As his orgasm subsided, he continued to fuck into me until he went soft and my ass squeezed him out. He stood up and put his sloppy, but still fucking big, dick into my mouth which I greedily sapped for its ass and dick juice. I could feel Mr. Middleman’s jizz leaking out over Mr. Jacobs rock-hard cock as it continued to fuck into me with its steady rhythm. Mr. Jacobs powerful hands took me by the legs and spun me around face away from him. His curved dick hitting me in a new spot, me whimpering at the new angle. My legs were hoisted up and Mr. Lyell (pre-calculus) slid his long 9 inches into me, reaching past Mr. Jacobs and making me ass-cum immediately. I bucked and thrashed but Mr. Jacobs held me steady. As the two men fucked into my backside, Mr. Sawyer, put his cock into my mouth still slick with my cunt juice. I sucked Mr. Sawyer’s dick like a pacifier and tried to enjoy the fucking I was getting. I felt like my cunt was going to fall off, but I grunted and tried to be a good whore. Mr. Jacobs started egging Mr. Lyell on, “Yeah, feel those pink walls? I told you there’s nothing like a raw boy pussy. Come on, Mike, let’s cum together. Just think about this little bitch half your age taking your nut. Yeah, there’s nothing he wants more than your nut right now. Just think about the fact that you’re in him and own him right now, nothing between you, skin-to-skin. Your thick load is going to be with him forever, come on, cum with me.” “I’m close. I’m gonna’ blow, man!” Mr. Lyell spat into my face even though he was addressing Mr. Jacobs. “Let’s do it. Let’s knock this faggot up!” Mr. Jacobs yelled. I felt Mr. Jacobs swell first and I breathed in with a gasp, but immediately after, Mr. Lyell’s cock got much much thicker and I thought my stomach was going to burst. Both of them let loose, spurts of cum volleying in different rhythms from each cock, hitting my sensitive innards. I was wracked with pain and pleasure as these already-large cocks got even bigger, trying to impregnate me in what I knew was a futile effort but what felt like they had definitely found my womb and it was being fertilized. Both men’s muscled relaxed and their breathing got more steady and their cocks jerked and pulsed with tiny waves of left over need. Mr. Jacobs tapped my ass twice and I pulled myself off of his semi-erect cock. My hips were immediately grabbed and I was brought up onto all fours, Mr. Holden (Spanish teacher) pushing his fat 7-incher into my sloppy butt hole. Right away, he began taunting, “You a bitch? You a bitch?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Act like a bitch then. Bark for me. Bark like a bitch, bitch,” he jeered. I did as I was told and started to bark and yelp like a dog. All the teachers started to laugh at me so I stopped. “Don’t you stop, bitch,” Mr. Holden said, “You a bitch, you act like one. Bitches don’t care if they get laughed at, come on.” So I started barking again and fucking back onto his cock while the other teachers laughed at me and spit on me. Soon, Mr. Holden’s fucking got harder and harder. He grabbed my hips and plunged in as far as he could go. I winced but he yelled, “Bark, bitch, bark for me!” And I began barking like an over-excited Chihuahua as he emptied his balls deep in my bowels. He stayed there, his dick just shooting into the deepest parts of my ass, his hips married to my ass cheeks until he was totally done. Then he mutter, “You filthy cunt, barking like a dog. So fucking pathetic,” and pushed my ass off of his dick. I turned around to clean his cock off, but he held it out of my reach. “You want this, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I want to taste it,” I begged. “Then be a bitch and piss yourself right now.” “But sir…” I started. “Fuck you, bitch boy. You wanna’ eat your cunt and my cum off this cock, you piss yourself right now like a bitch,” Mr. Holden demanded. I looked into his eyes and knew I didn’t have long to decide so I laid back and focused on peeing. I felt the urine travel down my dick and I soaked my jock strap with it. It trickled down my balls and into my ass crack. The teachers all laughed and teased me, but Mr. Holden shoved his dirty dick into my mouth and I got what I wanted – to taste my ass and all those different loads on his dick. “Now make yourself cum,” he ordered. I moaned in question and looked up at him. “Take your tiny dick out of your jock and jerk it off with my dick in your mouth. You only have like 30 seconds or I take my dick back,” Mr. Holden instructed. I immediately took out my 4-incher and jerked it madly as I sucked the sludge off of Mr. Holden’s cock. The teachers were all laughing and commenting on how small I was, how much like a clit it was, how it was the same size in kindergarten or 3rd grade. I shot off my small load within a minute, which Mr. Sawyer scooped up, rubbed over his dick, and slid into my hole with me on my side still sucking Mr. Holden’s cock. Mr. Sawyer’s big 8 inches felt amazing right now and I cooed and mewed around Mr. Holden’s dick as Mr. Sawyer gave me a nice hard fucking. He played with my nips and fish-hooked my cheek as he enjoyed my cummy hole. Within 5 minutes, he was filling me with my 7th load of the night. I collapsed on the bed exhausted, but was soon scooped up by Mr. Jacobs, carried to the bathroom, and dropped in the tub. I started to get to my knees, but Mr. Holden said, “Just lie there, bitch, like the cunt slut you are.” So I laid in the tub. Mr. Jacobs added, “And keep your mouth open.” I opened my mouth just in time to feel the first stream of piss hit my face. I don’t know whose it was but pretty soon there were multiple streams of urine covering my body, flooding my mouth and nose, and drenching my hair. All 7 men emptied their bladders, pissing up and down my smooth hairless body and into my face and mouth. I sputtered a bit, but just enjoyed the warm nasty bath and drink I was receiving, reveling in what a whore I was. These men had enjoyed my body, degraded me, and gave me their seed. They planted their babies inside of me and now they were dismissing me by peeing on me. One by one, they finished and walked out of the bathroom or stayed to watch the others finish. Finally, the bathroom was empty and I had a small puddle of piss around my urine-soaked body. I heard the door open and close, open and close, open and close...until I knew that they had all left. Left with me drenched in their semen and piss. Fuck, why did I love this so much. Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 17 (All’s Well That Ends Well) About a week after the Teachers’ Gangbang, I got really sick. So sick. I knew what it was, I had been waiting long enough for it. On the 2nd day of feeling like shit, my father said, “Finally!” He abruptly said he was heading away for the weekend. I thought I was going to die, I was so sick and there was no one to take care of me. I didn’t know what to do so I texted The Beast: Hi Joe, it’s fuckhole. Please don’t get mad that I’m texting you, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I came down with the fuck flu and my dad left town for the weekend. I can’t even stand up to get any food or medicine. Even if you just got me something to help me sleep and some food that you left in my room, I would really appreciate. I’m so sorry to ask, but I didn’t know anyone else that would understand. In less than a minute, he texted back: Be there in 30 minutes, boy. I kind of floated in and out of sleep until I felt a strong hand on my forehead. My eyes half opened and I saw The Beast standing above me turning on a digital thermometer. He smiled, “If you didn’t look so pathetic, I’d put this someplace else.” I kind of grinned, but was too exhausted to laugh. He put the thermometer in my mouth. I floated out again, but was woken up by the beep of the thermometer. Joe looked at it and said, “Not too bad.” He gave me some medicine to alleviate some of the symptoms and made me some soup, which he fed me because I was too shaky not to spill it. After I finished the soup, I said weakly, “Thanks for coming over. I know you didn’t have to. I’m sure you have other things you could be doing on a Friday night. It’s early yet, you can still go have some fun.” The Beast gave a little laugh and said, “I’m not going anywhere, douche bag. This part sucks.” I looked up at this stunning man and said, “Thank…” but I fell asleep before I finished my appreciation. I woke up again to The Beast spooning me from behind. He was naked and erect. I started to stir a little but he simply said, “Shhhhhhh.” He pulled my underwear aside and nudged his lubed cock against my hole. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. I was so weak that my asshole gave no resistance as he pushed his thick tool into me. It stretched and hurt, but The Beast was gentle and only fucked to my second ring, but not past. With steady, slow strokes he massaged my insides with his hard cock. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, in a daze. With little more than a grunt and some easy moaning, Joe unloaded inside of me, fucked it a bit deeper into my cunt, and then said, “I’m gonna’ make you some more soup,” before pulling out of me and leaving the room. Joe took care of me all weekend, making me food, giving me medicine, and changing my sheets when I sweated them through. He would fuck me from time-to-time when he needed to cum, but always more gently than he ever fucked me before or would ever fuck me again. When I woke up Monday morning, he was gone. He had left a note though that said: No thanks necessary. You’ll be fine. No further contact is needed. Joe. I cried for about an hour. I was so thankful for what he had done for me, but the fact that he never wanted to hear from me again, tore me apart. My father got back later that day and started pimping me out to clients immediately. He showed me more and more disdain as time went on. About a month later, I officially tested positive, but my father made no move to start me on meds. Every time I asked, he would tell me to “shut the fuck up” and “you make more money this way.” He insisted that when it was really necessary, we would put me on meds, but until then my toxic cunt was worth more to him. One day, I checked my email account and it said: Kinky dentist wants to fuck in his office. 7pm today. 456 West Elm Street. Suite 506. I went there just like I would any other client. It was after hours and Dr. Hilton answered the door. He was a man in his 60s with a pointy chin and nose, bushy eyebrows, and a somewhat pinched face. He was taller than me and thicket than me, but not fat. Without saying a word, he brought me into his office. He turned me so I was facing away from him and undid my pants, dropping my pants and underwear to my knees. He bent me over and undid his fly. I felt his thick head at my hole. Gob after gob of spit fell from his mouth onto his cock and my ass. He rubbed it over his head and pushed into me. I grunted and tried to open my hole for him. He eased into me until he was totally inside. He was big, not the biggest, but big. His cock thickened at the base so every stroke stretched me at the end. Dr. Hilton fucked me harder and harder, me hanging on to the chair and trying to meet his thrusts. Finally, he grabbed one of my hips and one of my shoulders, and slammed into me 6 times, releasing a shot of cum with each final stab. He quickly pulled his cock from my ass, put it back in his pants and zipped up. I thought I was done, but he pulled my pants up and threw me in the chair. He tilted the chair back. I thought he was going to face fuck me from behind the chair which I thought would have been hot, but instead I felt restraints slap over my wrists. Well, my dad DID say that he was kinky. It took no more time than that thought for Dr. Hilton to slap a restraint around my ankles too. I looked at him with big saucer eyes, and he spoke for the first time, “Your father wants your teeth removed.” “What???” I squeaked. “He can get more money if your teeth are removable. So I’m doing him a favor. I got that freebie in exchange for removing all your teeth. So let’s get started. I have dinner plans at 9.” “Please, please, whatever he told you, I’m not game. I don’t want this,” I pleaded. “It’s not your choice. You’re his cunt to whore out. That’s clear from the websites.” Dr. Hilton said coldly. “This has got to be illegal!” I shouted. “So is accepting money for sex,” he responded. “This is so fucked up!” my eyes followed him around as he gathered his tools. “The teeth I’ll make you will be just as nice if not nicer, Matt. After you recover from the initial extractions, you really won’t mind. Just imagine, you can take out your false teeth and have nothing but soft pink gums to suck those big dicks with.” “I do just fine with the teeth. You should have let me blown you. You’d have seen. I never get complaints about teeth,” I made my case. “Sorry, kid, I promised your Dad. It’s not about whether or not you nick some dick with a tooth. It’s about the fact that guys get off on you being such a whore that your teeth have been removed so your mouth is nothing but a fuck hole. You get it. I don’t have to explain it to you.” “Please, please, please…I’m begging you,” I looked into his eyes as he came toward me with the gas mask. “It’s already done, son. Just try to relax.” Tears streamed down my face as the mask was clamped over my mouth and nose. I looked up into his steely green eyes, begging. “It’ll all be done before you know it. Let the gas do it’s job.” I whimpered, resigned to my fate when I heard a loud crack from the lobby. “What the—“ Dr. Hilton said, but before he could finish his thought, the office door flew open and there was The Beast. The gas was starting to make me fuzzy so I thought I was hallucinating. “Get the fuck off him!” Joe said. “Who the fuck are you?” Dr. Hilton asked. “If you don’t take that mask off him, I will beat you fucking senseless and then call the cops,” The Beast said. “It’s taking everything in my power to not punch you right in your ugly fucking face right now so fucking DO IT!!!” Scared, Dr. Hilton took the mask off my face. Joe pushed him into the tray of tools and unfastened the restraints. Too weak to walk, The Beast threw one of my arms around his shoulder and helped me out of the office. I started to regain some sense of reality as we passed the splintered lobby door and proceeded to the elevator. Well, it wasn’t until later that night that I found out my father had been bragging to Joe about what he was planning on doing. Joe kicked my father’s ass until my dad told him the address. Joe told him to never come near me again. That’s when he came to get me at the dentist. I asked him, “Why? Why did you do this? Why do you care? You said you never wanted me to contact you again. And I have NOTHING…no clothes, no money, nothing. Where am I going to go?” Joe rolled his eyes, “Here. You’re going to go here.” “I can’t get on my feet in a week or something, Joe. I’m fucked.” “Listen to me, boy. You’re going to stay here permanently.” I was so confused, “But you said—…” “You’re so stupid,” Joe said. “I told you to not contact me because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be. But I am.” I looked at him in disbelief, but then smiled broadly. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. You’re not my fucking wife and we’re not adopting some Asian baby or any shit like that. You’re still my fuck hole…and I will be pimping you out just like your Dad did…BUT I’ll never pull any of that shit like he did today, and we’re going to get you on meds, and you’re going to sleep in my bed. But you’re mine. I will fuck who I want whenever I want without any lip from you. And you fuck me and who I say you fuck, but no one else, got it?” “Absolutely,” I said, with a goofy grin. “Now climb on my dick,” he said pulling his cock through his fly. I stripped off my pants and underwear and wrapped my cum-filled cunt around his massive cock. I bounced up and down on him, milking him for all I was worth. He took me by either side of my head, pulled my face to his forcefully, and for the first time kissed me…and it was deep and passionate, and I came simultaneously from my cock and ass. My convulsing pussy pushed him over the edge and he bit my bottom lip, muttering, “Take my load, you fuck hole.” He shot streams of cum into me, fucking up into my bowels and kissing me, crushing my body to his. When he was done fucking his kids into my hole, he pulled off my mouth and said, “I love you, Matt.” I gulped and said, “I love you, too.” We lived like that for four years and it was amazing. He fucked whoever he wanted, and that was fine. I had no reason to be jealous. He loved me and I never questioned that. He showed it in so many ways. I got plenty of sex too. He was always fucking me and he was always pimping me out, which as much as I hate to admit it, I liked. More than liked, I lived for it. It didn’t matter how gross or disgusting the person was, I liked being used and knowing that someone was paying for my holes…and that I HAD to do what they wanted and take what they gave me because it was my job to be a whore. It’s what I was good for, what I was put on this Earth for. So many guys were so jealous of us. We would go out to bars and take home the hottest guys. Whoever we wanted. One time, we saw Kurt out. Remember Kurt? Well, he certainly had come into his own. Big old pig bottom, poz, biohazard tattoo on the small of his back prominently displayed as he walked through the bar shirtless with assless jeans on. He let anyone stick it in right in the middle of the bar. The Beast did, right against a go-go pole…and I was right there between Kurt’s legs to lick up the cum-sludge from his earlier conquests as well as suck out the Beast’s cream once Joe was done with Kurt’s hole. Joe and I could have lived like this forever. We hardly ever fought and when we did, we were more concerned with the fact that we had possibly hurt the other one’s feelings than we were about our own point of view. It was really special and sexy what we had. So you can imagine how devastated I was when Joe was killed in a car accident when I was 23. I thought my life was over. It was a rough year and I was very self-destructive. Drugs, going off my meds, taking risks. I eventually found my way back on track. I had a stupid job at some convenience store but at least I was back on my meds and not suicidal. Just think, I had planned on going to college at one point. Anyway, believe it or not, I was nursing a vodka tonic and some gay bar in the city when who should walk through the door? Jordan. Remember Jordan? We got to talking. He had had his own fucked up path. We both laughed about how “straight” he was in high school as he fucked my ass several times a week. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess you could say I’m still bisexual ‘cause I like pussy, but God, a lot of girls hate me. I’m not so good at not getting caught with my dick in a guy’s ass.” That sent me into hysterics. He told me that he was poz now and loved knocking up college boys. I told him about Joe and me, and the fact that I missed being pimped out and the situation I had with him. We talked until the bar closed and then went back to his place and fucked like animals. He gave me three loads that night and although he was still rough and treated me like a whore, he was a great kisser. We kept fucking for a few months and ended up falling into the same relationship that Joe and I had. Jordan would pimp me out and he would get to fuck whoever he wanted. We love each other and we’re good together. Granted, it’s not what Joe and I had, but it’s close and we make each other happy. And he still has that sadistic grin like the first time he made me ass-cum… …which brings us to where I started – Me waiting for my next “client” thinking about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy he’s sold my cunt to. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me, “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna’ be a doozy. Get some rest.” My ass is up in the air facing the door that I left unlocked. I hear the door open, someone enter the room, and the door lock behind him. I hear his clothes hit the floor as he positions himself behind me. He rubs his fat head against my drippy hole – Jordan pre-lubed me with a fuck and a load of cum before I headed out. The stranger moans as he pushes his thick veiny cock into my used cunt. Whoa, really thick. I feel his balls hit my taint and I guess that he’s about 7.5 inches, which is a nice length. I can fuck a cock that size forever without any problem, and it does nothing but feel good. This faceless cock starts fucking into me and I hear him moan, “Fuck, that’s good hole!” I freeze. I recognize that voice, where do I know that voice from? Do I dare look? I can’t help myself, I have to know. I look back over my shoulder and can’t believe who’s fucking into me. “Long time, no see, son,” my Dad says, and I start to ass-cum. THE END.