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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!”

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?’

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.....

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.

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!

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!]

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!

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.

Does anyone else enjoy degradation as a bottom like I do? I enjoy being called names as I am cocksucking or being bred.

Are you serious? Or sarcasm?

Over the past 20 years as society at large has made a "thing" of the uncle bringing up controversial topics at Thanksgiving. The result of course is that we've stopped discussing things for fear of "upsetting" someone. That's a piss poor motivation to achieve understanding with each other and a sure fire way to never achieve understanding. While the principle we're trying to achieve socially seems pretty clear; we no longer state it with clarity; rather diffusing it (or perhaps news media infusing it with conclusions rather than facts. The delight in the Thanksgiving passionate conversations was that no one ran to a corner to hide. There was no violence. Simply passion at the facts. So I grew up and recall fondly the Thanksgiving "arguments" (really debate from two trained in debate) of my dad and his sister. @nanana you cast a rather broad net when you describe our less thoroughly informed brothers as revel. But of course, some of them actually do. For me the caution flag is raised whenever our reference is so broad as to encompass any large grouping; as if each individual within that group were Xerox copies of each other. We are more in agreement than not. So truly my only point to you is the reference "democrats" or "republicans". Now it is true that there is a rather large subset of "republicans" who have closed their eyes to facts. They have their adored leader who they appear to approach as if he is Jesus returned. The Republican Party is right now nothing like the Republican party of any elected Republican prior to 2017 and certainly prior to 2009. For most of us I think we are still grappling with what the Party values are. Certainly unclear as their leader seems to have a wandering focus. The diversity amongst Harris supporters now (irrespective of their native "party") is rather diverse. Until the main opposition party comes back to center (and judging from the VP debate combined with the bipartisan agreement in immigration, not yet ratified; I think that is achievable next term; DEPENDING largely on how we vote. The things we fear about the Democratic Party; that we will be paying for sex change operations of illegal immigrants is largely fear mongering. It is popular amongst the opposition to create fear. Just listen to their PAC advertising... FWIW on how I vote.... I vote for people, not parties. I'll vary on primaries depending on whose running in the other party. This year I pulled an R ticket to take one 45 vote away in the primary. It didn't make a difference; but any of the others as people in office I was

I hope you enjoy the raw head pushing its way inside you to the point all that warm jizz is inside you.

been jacking off a lot recently thinking about a cum hungry bottom that just loves lying there as i pump hiv inside his guts

I was 16, which is the age of consent in the UK. Driven by a lust for raw (considered a no-no back in the early 2000s) and potentially dangerous sex, I found an older poz guy from bugshare who willingly took my cherry. There was no PrEP or PEP back then, so I hoped that my first time would knock me up… it didn’t, but it did spur me on to chase with more vigour!

Not into loose holes. Need some resistance and friction. I like my holes tight and wrapped round my cock.

@wh0rehole - your responses here are a masterclass and I love it. EVERYTHING you have said is right - you may able to take a big plug during fuck sessions, but keeping one in takes practice. Plus the right lube (which you call out) because you don't wanna dry out. The only thing I'd add is that plugs have different bases, some more square, some more rectangular that fit between your cheeks. I think those are better because you're less likely to sit on it in a strange way. Also, if you try it for the first time, make sure you have an exit strategy - where you can go if you need to take it out and something extra on hand to change in to if things get funky. I'm trying my first buttplug with harness in a couple of days. Always been in control of it myself, we'll see how this goes! 🙂 But seriously dude, all your input here is really great for beginners and not so newbies alike! 🙂

Hello, new here but love the forum. I began sucking cock when I was in HS. I had been in a car accident that left my front teeth gone so I was always being called a cock sucker and I guess I took to it naturally. I so love taking a big cock and having no teeth up front made it easy for them. Later when I got my teeth finally fixed I had to learn to be more careful with them ;). But I already had the reputation by then. The first time I went down on my knees and a football dude stood in front of me and told me to take it down, I was hooked. I cannot explain the feeling, I just melted and at the same time was so excited my heart beat a million beats a minute! I just knew it was my place to be to give relief to men.

8" feeder here When I want my cock sucked, it's less about the feeling and more about degrading the cocksucker. With that in mind I don't like when they're too eager. I like to initiate by pushing you down and I prefer some slight resistance when I do. Start on the head and only begin going deep-throat when I make you do it. If I'm feeling like it I might fuck your face, watch your god-dammed teeth. I'll likely only fuck your face if I expect you'll have trouble taking it tho, so if you're too eager it's probably not going to happen. Don't touch your useless dick, preferably you should keep your clothes on. My favourite is when I can completely ignore the cocksucker and do something else like play video-games or even watch porn. That's not possible if you're trying to pull out all the tricks to get attention so if I'm doing something else when your blowing me then just keep my dick in your mouth and appreciate that privilege. reaching up and rubbing/worshipping my chest and torso is allowed and sometimes even enjoyed. I like having my balls licked while I jack myself and more than likely that's how you will eventually get my cum if you earn it. I'll either cum across your face or shove in your throat at the last moment, whichever one I think you expect least. Do not expect or ask for a kiss at any point, stay away from my face all together.

Ideally, both. Absolutely love the feeling of going balls deep and shooting my load. Usually I can stay hard, so I just keep fucking, which ends up coating their whole ass/hole anyways. Love the feeling of fucking into a hole filled with my first load before shooting another one deep inside.

"Nasty bug chasing pig!" He yelled at me, pulling out and slamming back in. I groaned in pleasure as he did it again and again. It was all I could do to hold my position and not let him push me away. "Thank you, Sir," I moaned back to him as he jack hammered my bloodied cunt. I picked his phone up again to look at the picture he'd took, before turning it around and taking another. This time I took a selfie, lifting it high and getting Sir's torso in the frame. I looked great, washed out and blue from the poppers and smeared with blood over my back. I could see red starting to spread up my cheeks and up Sir's crotch. My dick couldn't get any harder, even if I tried. Deciding to help, I dropped the phone and my face into the bed and reached both my hands back. I grabbed my wet cheeks and pulled them apart, helping Sir open my hole just a little further. "Fuck yeah, boy. Stretch that cunt," was all he said as he continued to fuck me hard. He spat and I heard it land, but I didn't feel it. I lay still for a short while, accepting the fuck he was giving my hole and moaning throughout. I realised I could lie there forever, enjoying his thick dick and knowing he was knocking me up. "Ride me, pig," he ordered and pulled out. He climbed on the bed, arranged pillows for himself and waited for me to get on top of him. His dick was still red and now so were his balls and up to his muscular V. His hard fucking must have spread it out. I wondered how my hole looked. I brought my hands up and saw my fingers covered in my own blood, too. As I moved on my knees to my top, I could help but grab my dick and give it a few pumps. I was so turned on and I was still a little shocked that I was enjoying such a rough fuck and bleeding on a poz cock. I lifted a leg over his waist, used his chest to steady myself and lined his dick up with my hole again. I sank slowly down to his balls, both of us moaning our delight. I shifted my legs up and my feet forward, ready to ride and noticed that I'd left red streaks where my fingers had dragged down his chest. Once again I started pumping my dick as I started riding his. I realised I'd made my own dick bloody and decided to go all in. I moved both my hands to my ass cheeks and purposefully swirled them around, covering them. I moved one back to my dick, painting my member and my balls red, while I used the other to trace his biohazard. Once I was satisfied, I did it again to both our nipples and then I put two handprints on his chest. "You're a nasty pig, boy. I can't believe you're smearing us both with your bloody cunt. Nasty little pig!" He was thrusting up into me, meeting my equally forceful ride. "Don't stop, boy! We look amazing right now!" "You turn me on so much, Sir. Thank you for this. Thank you for everything," I told him. I lavished praise on him, while we fucked. I told him how good his dick made me feel, how his body turned me on, how good looking he was. I met his thrusts with enthusiasm, trying to work him to orgasm. I realised he'd been rubbing his fingers at my hole whilst I'd been talking and then rubbing his hands up and over me. As I looked down at myself, I had red marks all over my chest. "Fuck, Sir. I'm red all over," I panted. "Yeah, boy. You look great," he said with a grin. "Will you cum in me?" I pleaded. "Of course, boy. Do you want my load right now? Wanna get your split hole pozzed?" "Yes, Sir! Please poz me! I'm ready, put your toxic load in me!" I begged. "I hope you are ready, pig. You're bleeding and I'm not on meds. You're sure to get it, boy. Are you sure you want it? Last chance," he said, speeding up his thrusts. Before I could reply to him, he had pulled me down to his chest and flipped me over without letting his dick slip out of me. I yelped a little before grabbing the backs of my knees and relaxing my hole again. From this angle he started hitting my prostate with his deep thrusting and I made a noise each time his dick brushed against it. "Don't stop, Sir. Don't stop," I pleaded. All I could do was watch as he pounded my cunt, making small drops of blood fly up, speckling us both with fresh droplets. "You're gonna get it, boy. You're gonna get pozzed. I'm gonna fucking poz you. I'm cumming," he roared. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and he finally stopped his motion, sliding balls deep and lying on top of me. I let go of my legs, clamped them to the sides of his torso and moved my arms to embrace him. I didn't ever want to move.

Part 5: The Difference Three Months Makes -Three Months Earlier- Wiping the sheet of sweat off his forehead, Dillan panted heavily as he took in his surroundings in the quickly dimming and heavily forested part of the park he was running in. What had started as a short run to burn off the nervous energy he was feeling had easily turned into an hour-long run. The stress of the midterms was brutal. Psychology had been surprisingly easy, as was Biology and surprisingly enough Calculus. However, it was the dreaded Organic Chemistry course everyone in his major feared that had his stomach in knots. Studying for hours upon hours somehow still hadn’t seemed to help. It also didn’t help the professor was known to be especially evil and put the most enigmatic and esoteric things in the test, to further break the souls of anyone who would dare try to take his precious course, or at least… that’s how Dillan felt. “At least the professor grades on a curve…” Dillan muttered to himself, huffing as he tried to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed how surprisingly empty the park was and noted how late it was already getting. Normally, this time of year the nights would still be rather cold and not great for cooling down after running, but as luck would have it, the weather had become an uncharacteristic heat wave. Slowly, Dillan began to slow his breathing, feeling the sweat drenching his body absorb into his shirt, causing the thin material to cling to his body as what felt like a river of sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. “God, it’s so damn muggy…” he sighed, looking around for a possible water fountain to grab a handful of water to splash on his face and cool down. Sadly, he saw nothing of the sort nearby, and only a small bathroom through the woods around the corner of the path. Groaning, he slowly stretched out his legs, feeling the slight ache of what would likely be massive cramps later in the night. “I knew I should have stretched more,” he sighed, before slowly walking down the path towards the brick building. Bending the curve, he took in the drab-looking structure as a nagging feeling settled into his mind. Something about the building had him trying to remember something he had heard once… be it in class or at lunch or the like. However, nothing could come to mind, just that he heard something about it. Walking in, he looked around the dimly lit tiled room. Several stalls with a few aging urinals were off to one side. Fresh paint covering over graffiti was sprayed on some of the doors, and two of the stall doors were closed. His footsteps echoed loudly in the sparse room, the sounds bouncing easily off the worn tiles. Walking over to one of the sinks, he turned on the cold faucet, and a slow steady stream of water poured out. Refreshingly cold water filled his now cupped hands and he splashed several handfuls on his face, and he let out a relieved sigh. That’s when the back of his right thigh cramped up. Fighting back a whine, he looked over to one of the free stalls, and limped his way in, taking a seat and closing the door. He began to massage the tense muscles, grinding his teeth as the pain spread and the muscles slowly began to relax under his manipulations. At first, he didn’t hear anything other than the occasional dripping from the faucet he had just used. That was until he heard shuffling in the stall next door, with the occasional thumping noise and what almost sounded like a muffled moan. Looking around, it was at that moment when he laid eyes on the crudely cut-out hole on either side of the walls of the cubicle that he realized what he was trying to remember about this particular bathroom. ——— It had been at lunch in the food hall, after a particularly stressful lecture when he was re-reading his notes while trying to eat a sandwich when he’d heard several of the popular guys joking around at the table across from him. “Fuck dude,” one of them, Eric if he remembered correctly, said, taking a huge puff on the very obviously banned vape he was holding, “That lecture was brutal as shit. Got me stressed the fuck out!” “Ha!” replied Chris. Of course, it’s Mr. Perfect the Football Captain and the Dipshit Brigade, Dillan thought to himself, barely looking as the head ringleader of the group exclaimed, ripping the vape out of his friend’s hand and taking a long hit on the device, exhaling out a huge cloud out. “Shit man,” Eric whined, grabbing the device back and slumping in his seat, “Not all of us can fly through that stuff like you and boy genius over there. Some of us are actually stressed!” “And some of us are trying to study and eat,” Dillan muttered, looking back down at his notes before taking a bite out of the dry and bland sandwich in his hand. Suddenly, Chris threw his arm around his friend and smiled mischievously at Dillan. “Hey, you just need quick stress relief,” Chris said grinning, “Just head down to the old bathroom in the forest part of the park. I hear there are some horny fags looking to suck a guy off if you get there at the right time.” Dillan sighed as he forced himself as he once again re-read the same section of his notes, trying to drown out the banter of the two, until Chris spoke again. “Fuck, you might even get lucky and get the ‘boy genius’ himself at one of those dirty gloryholes looking to help a guy out,” Chris laughed, shaking his friend’s shoulders. Sighing, Dillan got up, stuffing his books and notes into his bag and grabbing the half-eaten sandwich. Getting up, he shot the muscled jock a baleful look before tossing the sandwich in the trash and walking out. ——— Blushing hotly at the memory in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, Dillan continued to rub the muscles of his leg in silence, noting as the person next door began to let out an occasional moan in time with the now louder thumping of the bathroom stall wall. Slowly, he began to feel his cock harden slightly, imagining what was going on. Getting turned on by the sounds coming from the other stall, Dillan’s hand slowly drifted to his groin as he slowly rubbed himself through the thin material of the jogging shorts. “Fuck yeah man,” one of the men moaned softly, “Your dick feels so fucking good in my hole.” “Yeah, bro, even better than your mouth,” the other man said, as he seemed to pick up pace, “Love sticking my meat into a sloppy dump like yours. Gonna add my Grade-A cock snot to the mix.” “Yeah bud, breed me,” the first man groaned. Dillan, unable to hold back any longer, checked to make sure the door was locked to the stall, and pulled out his hard cock, slowly tugging on it as he listened to the sounds of the two men fucking and dirty talking. Suddenly, a finger shot out the glory hole, startling Dillan. At first, he didn’t know what to do, or say. Until the finger began to curl upwards in a come-to-me motion. Hesitating for a moment, Dillan thought about pulling up his pants. The finger pulled out and suddenly, a mouth was at the hole. The guy behind the wall ran his tongue along the edge and Dillan felt himself slowly making his way to the hole, lining his hard, throbbing prick to the hole. Hot wetness surrounded his swollen member as he let out a nearly inaudible groan. A mysterious hand grabbed his balls, pulling him tight against the wall as the unknown man worked his tongue around his cock expertly. Dillan had to grip the back stall behind him with one of his hands to brace himself as he felt the guy go to town on him, relishing the feeling of sheer pleasure on his cock. Two doors down, the man fucking the guy sucking him began pounding the wall hard in his fuck lust. “Shit, yeah, tighten up that fucking cumhole,” he groaned, the slams echoing loudly into the dimly lit bathroom, “Gonna shoot my load in you!” The mouth-sucking Dillan pulled away for a moment. “Give it to me man, fill my ass up,” the man sucking said, before diving back on Dillan’s cock with renewed fervor. The other man let out a loud groan as the slamming slowed to just the periodic thump as he shot over and over into the other man’s ass, as Dillan continued to get the best blowjob, if only one of the few, he had ever received. “Fuck… yeah,” the other man sighed, accompanied by the sound of some pulling up their pants and zipping up. Suddenly, the mouth left his cock again as the center man replied. “Same time tomorrow, stud?” he asked while shuffling sounds emitted from the other side of the wall. “Definitely,” the first guy said. Frustrated, Dillan began to pull his cock back as he assumed they were done, leaving him with a case of blue balls. He went to start pulling his pants up when the man next door put his cock through the wall. “Jaw’s a bit sore and needs a quick break,” he softly said out loud, wagging his cock in the air, “You want a go?” Dillan sat down on the stall, and grabbed the cock, looking at it for a moment. Longer than his for sure, but thinner and more veiny. Uncut where his was cut, the head glistened, with a bit of precum leaking out of the tip. Below it, two large, hen egg-sized balls hung loosely. Dillan barely thought about it before slowly sucking it into his mouth, relishing the taste. Slowly he began to let his face get fucked, using one of his hands to tug and squeeze on the massive set of balls in his hands, eliciting a groan and a hard thud against the wall. Occasionally he would work his tongue around, licking the other man’s piss-slit as the guy nearly pulled out of his mouth, hearing a sharp intake through teeth in satisfaction as he did so. Dillan lost track of time as he focused solely on the wet, hard prick in his mouth. Slowly his jaw began to start aching, unused to the actions it was doing. Softly, he tapped on the wall, pulling slightly away. Suddenly, the man pulled back and was gone, exiting through the stall door. Confused and dejected, Dillan frowned for a second as he sat there in silence. That is until he heard a knock on the stall door. Automatically, he reached forward and unlocked the door. Before him stood the man. Dillan guessed him to be in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair that had just begun greying on the sides, and a scruffy face with a well-formed mustache. Not overly muscular, but still an average build. Dillan internally likened him to the dad character from some animated movie he saw years ago, personified. Wearing a tank top and loosely holding a pair of khaki cargo shorts around his hips, his cock was standing at full attention, bouncing slightly in the warm, humid air. Dillan noticed a sleeve of tattoos going down one arm, “You’re a cute little fucker, ain't ya,” he said, making his way in and pushing the door softly closed behind him. Dillan gave a slightly confused half-smile in return, pleasantly surprised at the sudden intrusion. “Hard to get the right position with a wall in the way,” the man explained, before letting his pants drop and pulling Dillan’s head towards the glistening cock. As he wrapped his mouth around the man’s dick, he took note of the man’s tattoo just below his navel. It was a large black scorpion in a vaguely tribal design, with the stinger dripping bright red. Something about the tattoo struck Dillan as being odd, but unable to place it, he let the thought go and buried his nose in the man’s pubes. The man proceeded to fuck Dillan’s mouth again, taking deeper and deeper strokes down his throat, occasionally gagging him and only stopping to let him catch his breath before slamming back in. The man’s balls swung with each stroke, slapping his chin repeatedly with each slam down his throat. Drool began dripping off his chin, causing the man the smirk before pulling his throbbing dick out. Slapping it on the side of his face, he let out a slight laugh. “Fucking enjoying my dick, pig,” the man asked, almost making it sound more like a statement. Dillan, wordless and still trying to catch his breath and let his jaw relax from the brutal assault, could only nod in agreement. “Good. Time for you to bend over,” he replied, tugging on his spit-covered prick and gesturing for Dillan to turn around. Dillan complied and bent over the back of the toilet before thoughts of backing out began to fill his mind. But, it had been so long since he had been fucked. Months? Over a year? He was stressed and always felt so refreshed after, even though he’d had sex only a handful of times. The man was hot. Getting filled and shooting his load would be a great way to relax. But… was he really about to let this random stranger have his way? Neither of them had a condom as far as he could knew, and he was in a dingy bathroom where anyone could walk in. He was about to stand up and tell the guy he changed his mind when he felt the man begin to rim his exposed hole. Lust from the sensations he was getting from the man’s hot tongue wiped any further detracting thoughts away as he let out an involuntary moan. He stood there, bent over, relished the hot, wet firmness of the licking, and shivered occasionally as he felt the man’s scruffy facial hair brushed against the sensitive skin around his anus. “Oh, fuuuuuck, yeah, keep doing that,” he unintentionally moaned, words becoming harder to form as he felt the man began to replace his tongue with a rough finger, then two, stretching and spreading the tight circle of muscle. Dillan let out a sharp hiss and flinched as the man roughly shoved in a third finger, the nail catching on a part of the sensitive and thin skin. “Ow, your nails are kinda sharp,” he said, pulling away slightly. Stopping for a moment, the man pulled out a small brown bottle and a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Setting the pack on the back of the toilet, he opened the bottle and held it under Dillan’s nose. Dillan’s instantly recognized the bottle as being poppers. He had never tried them before but had secretly always wanted to try them. He silently nodded and began to sniff several times at the bottle. At first, he just smelled the odd scent of the poppers when suddenly, he felt the effects spread throughout his body. Flushed and relaxed, he instinctively pushed back on the man’s fingers. “Good boy,” the man growled, roughly shoving his fingers hard into the now loosening hole, “Gonna fuck you nice and hard. Wreck that tight hole and make you beg for it.” With the effects of the poppers flowing through his brain, Dillan barely found himself being able to form a thought. After a few moments, however, he finally could find the words to speak. “Do…. Do you have a condom?” “Nah, bud,” the man said, continuing to roughly shove his fingers in, still scraping the walls with his nails as he continued, “But I can pull out if you want. I’ll let you know when I’m close.” Dillan nodded, his mind still swimming in the popper-induced fog. Suddenly, the man pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling slightly empty at the loss. Just as suddenly, the man was pulling his ass upwards and the head of his cock was pressed against the opening. Groaning once again, he felt as the man slowly worked himself inside his ass, internally grateful for the slickness of the rimming and the now apparently copious amount of precum the man was leaking. After a few moments, he was fully inside, the man’s massive hairy balls resting against Dillan’s thighs. Reaching around Dillan, the man grabbed the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it before finally exhaling a huge cloud of smoke after holding in the smoke for a moment. “Want one?” The man asked, offering the pack to him. “I, uh…” Dillan replied, his mind scattered between the rush of poppers and the cock seated deep in his guts, “I’ve never smoked before.” “No worries,” he replied, “I can swap smoke with you if you want. Get you used to it. Feels amazing while fucking. Even more so with poppers.” Once more, Dillan only nodded his mind in a flurry of activity, overwhelmed with all the sensations and actions taking place. Satisfied with the answer, the man wrapped one of his arms around Dillan’s neck, and after taking another deep inhale, began pulling him back against him as his other hand pulled the burning cigarette out of his mouth. Turning Dillan’s face towards him, he locked lips with him, making out as he began to breathe out the smoke into Dillan. Breaking away, he smiled as Dillan blew out a huge cloud of his smoke. Slowly he began to rock in and out of the hole, picking up speed. Occasionally he would stop, feeding Dillan more smoke. “Fuck, you got an amazing ass,” the man growled, flicking away the now-spent cigarette butt before pulling another two out and lighting them. Taking one out, he placed it on Dillan’s lips. Dillan coughed hard, not used to the stronger smoke, nearly dropping it out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt the man holding the poppers under his nose again. “Take a few hits and then try again,” he said, slowly pistoning his cock in and out as he coached Dillan. Doing as he said, he took several deep sniffs off the brown bottle, waiting a few moments for the wave of heat and relaxation to hit him. Nodding at the man, the bottle was removed and Dillan again took a draw on the cigarette, surprised that he no longer felt a strong urge to cough. Fighting back only a slight cough, he exhaled, amazed at the large cloud coming out of him. “Fuck yeah, man,” the man growled, picking back up his pace, “Looks like we broke your smoke cherry. Suck down that smoke while I breed your college boy pussy. Gonna flood you with my potent baby batter. Paint the walls of your insides with my seed, fucker, and then work it in with my prick.” Dillan could only focus on the sensations of smoking, getting high on poppers, and feeling the man fuck him hard and deep. Only the thoughts of those things were running through his head. After just a short while, the man’s rhythm began to falter. “Love fucking tight holes like yours. Breaking them in and nutting deep inside. Damn… Gonna fucking shoot,” he said, slamming even harder in an uneven tempo, “Where do you want it?” “In… in…” Dillan breathlessly groaned as his ass received the brutal assault, “In me.” “Fuck yeah,” the man groaned and he began to jolt, the first volley of cum shooting out of his dick, “Take my dirty fucking nut. Gonna ruin your sexy little ass. Fuck! Take all my toxic load. I’m knocking your slutty ass up.” Dillan’s mind slowly worked over what the man said as he continued to jerk around with each shot of cum. It was at that moment he realized what the tattoo was, having read about it in some random forum on the internet. As the realization of what had just happened set in, the man slowly finished shooting inside him. “You… you’re poz,” Dillan huffed out, half in a question and half in a statement, “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Hey, bud,” the man said, holding Dillan in place as he slowly pulled out his spent cock, coated in a light sheen of cum, “I asked and you said to cum inside you. Not my fault you took a raw cock. Also, you never asked about my status. That’s on you.” Standing up for a moment, Dillan’s mind processed what had happened. The guy has a point, he thought to himself. I didn’t ask. I wanted him to fuck me. And… I enjoyed this. God… why did I enjoy this? “Dude,” the man said, taking a drag on his cigarette, “I seriously would have pulled out if you asked, but like I said, you wanted it. You saw my tatt and you're at a fucking gloryhole in the park.” Looking down, Dillan realized he was standing at full mast. “I’m… um…” Dillan said silently, grabbing the man’s arm, “Just surprised I guess. I’ve never done something like this before is all…” The man let out a small smile as he took another drag on the cigarette before letting out a slight laugh. “Looks like you’re a little bugchaser and you didn’t even know it,” the man said smiling, gesturing to Dillan’s still painfully hard dick. “A…. What?” Dillan asked, confused and unfamiliar with the term. “Look it up when you get home, bud,” he said, blowing the smoke in Dillan’s face. Grabbing his head, the man pulled him down to his now softening cock. “Clean me with that hot little mouth of yours. And if you give me a bit, we can go for round two.” Pulling the half-smoked cigarette out of the the other man’s hands, he then put both back in his mouth, as he watched Dillan put his cock into his mouth. Both stilled as the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed in the tiled room. The new stranger walked over to the stalls and opened the door to their stall. After a few moments, another man walked up to the open stall door, taking in the scene. Slightly overweight, he was wearing a wife beater and jeans, dark black hair threatening to escape from under his shirt. He began rubbing a noticeable-sized lump under the fabric. “He looking for another load?” The man outside the stall nodded slightly towards Dillan. “You want to get a few more loads in you before I add my second load to that sexy little cumdump of yours,” the man asked, looking down at Dillan as he pulled his cock out of his mouth. Slightly embarrassed, Dillan nodded. The first man sat on the toilet and drew hard on the two cigarettes in his mouth before pulling Dillan slightly up and swapping the smoke with him. “Hot little pig boy here is looking for some fun it seems,” the man said, grabbing the bottle of poppers and bending Dillan over, “Enjoy, fucker.” ——— -Present Day- It was three hours later, and with 5 loads in his ass from several other men who came in during his time in the restroom, Dillan slowly walked back to the dorms. The first guy, true to his word, had fucked him and left him with a second, equally large load in his ass. Between each guy, he’d fuck him lazily until another person came in, working each load deep in his intestines. His mind had been racing. After the high of sex and poppers wore off, he began to regret his actions. He pulled out his phone, setting up an appointment the next day at the campus health center to get on PEP, vowing to never be so stupid again. But, unknown to him at the time, the seed had been planted so to speak. It was a month after looking up the term the man had called him, ‘bugchaser’, that horniess got the better of him. His research led him to parts of the internet and porn he’d never imagined. Every night he found it harder to not come to bareback porn, shooting his largest loads to the ones with a poz guy or smoker in it. He had taken his PEP pills, and testing showed he was surprisingly clean of all infections. Lucky, it would seem. Two months after, he was back in the dingy bathroom, taking loads in his ass and mouth. He never saw the guy from the first time there again, secretly wishing he could have another round and finally scratch the itch their encounter had created in him. Yet still, nothing on his testing. Even though this time, he didn't take PrEP. Nor PEP. Something had changed in him. At first, he didn’t care if he caught something. Then, it became a fascination and longing. Reading about the fuck flu… knowing another man’s virus was changing him permanently. The dirtiness and [banned word] nature of everything intrigued him. Making him shoot his cum everywhere when he thought back to all the things the man in the bathroom had said to him while the fucked. And then, three months later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The strange desire he had developed now had him currently bent over, with a stranger shoving what he guessed to be frozen cum from strangers into his ass. Sharing a cigar with his former tormentor, and secret object of his desire and jealousy. Drinking the same man’s piss, in some strange turn of fate. In a sex club, on POZ night. It would be a horrific miracle if he didn't catch something tonight. Laughing to himself, he silently wondered what else this night would bring. Because, based on the past, it was amazing what a difference three months could make.

I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

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**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 17. At home, Tom immediately ran to his own room and closed the door behind him. Tom tore off his clothes except for his jockstraps. Tom dug out the condoms and untied them. Very quickly Tom had replaced the butt plug with condoms in his ass. All three condoms were hanging from Tom's asshole so that the open ends of the rubbers were inside Tom. Tom took a picture of his ass and sent it to Mark and Peter. It wasn't true that I would never have a condom in my ass again, wrote Tom as an accompaniment. Even now I have three that I found in the park toilet trash. One by one, Tom emptied the contents of the condoms into his ass, taking a new picture in between each one, which he sent to the men. GOOD JOB, replied Peter quickly. There was also encouraging feedback from Mark. Mark also wrote that he had guessed that the video trailer would activate the young cum pig again. At the exact same moment, the door to Tom's room opened and Tom's older brother, Dan, who was two years older, entered. Dan stared at Tom, who still had three empty condoms hanging from his ass. "WHAT THE HELL," yelled Dan. He had been home when Tom had rushed home in the middle of the day and had come to see if Tom was all right. "WHAT THE HELL. ARE YOU PICTURED HERE WITH YOUR OWN ASS AND ARE THOSE RUBBERS IN YOUR ASS" yelled Dan. Tom was very scared. Dan is not allowed to tell the parents what Tom has done. Dan calmed down a bit and came to sit next to Tom on the bed. Dan wanted Tom to tell him everything that was going on here. And Tom told. Tom told all about the previous weekend. He told about Mark, Peter, the sauna and the recent visit to the toilet. He told about the man who had thrown Tom's butt plug into the urinal. He told about how he had taken condoms out of the trash and emptied their contents into himself. Tom showed how his useless cock was crushed in a chastity cage. And that he had just sent Mark and Peter pictures of himself. He also told about the video he had received in the morning. Tom told absolutely everything. Even the fact that Peter and Mark's sauna is very popular among poz men. Dan was silent for a long time. After that, Dan asked to see the video. Tom opened the video on his cell phone and handed the phone to Dan. Dan watched the entire video and listened as Tom begged men he couldn't even see to inject their dirty sperm into Tom. Dan was silent again for a long time. Sometimes looked Tom in the eyes and sometimes the condoms still hanging from Tom's ass. Finally, Dan pulled the condoms from Tom's ass and grabbed the ass plug next to Tom. He shoved it up Tom's ass and said he was jealous of Tom. Dan was jealous of Tom's courage. Dan had never once had sex with any man, even though he had been dreaming about it for several years.

My first time with being begrading was years ago when a top pissed in my ass after he bred me. He started telling me what a nasty little fagot I was. I never knew being degraded could excite me that much. After that I was hooked on anything bare going in me

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?

PART TWELVE I woke up in a fair bit of pain, but was kinda surprised that it wasn't from my fucked arse. I was so desperate for a piss I dashed to the toilet, slipping the panties down and removing the tape quickly as possible as I sat down. It was such a relief as I didn't think I'd had a piss since I got made-up for the night and let out a relaxing groan as it all flowed out of me. I was still a little bit out of it so it wasn't until I ran my fingers through my hair, that I realised I still had the wig on. I put it carefully next to the bathroom sink and wiped the make-up off with the wipes I'd been provided. I'd just finished when I heard some rustling near my apartment door and quickly went to see what it was. There was a note under my door and opening it, I read "I've got a package of yours, come to Unit 4B to pick it up." It was only then I realised that it was 10:30, I'd slept in so late! In my haze last night, I'd already changed into a tshirt so I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and walked over to pick up my package. The door opened to the overly gay guy that I'd run into before, "Oh my god! I thought it'd be you, come in, come in." I was already nervous enough about what it might've been and who it got sent to, but even more now. "Sorry, I already opened it. I was expecting something from the same place & I opened it before I checked the name." Looking in the box, I was embarrassed to see the two dildos that I'd ordered while I was out of it a few days ago. "I'd ordered some stuff for myself, and when I opened it I knew it wasn't for me & that's when I checked who it was meant to go to." One of the dildos seemed fine, but the other was frankly ridiculous. "I could tell you were a size queen when you had that plug up your ass." Before I had the chance to say how much it was hurting because I was coming down after it was inserted he asked, "Could you show me how well you take them seeing I was nice enough to make sure you got them safely?" "I guess..." thinking to myself that 1. I'd never taken anything up my arse sober before and 2. At least if it was just this guy that knew I'd ordered them, I should be relatively safe. "Um.....how did you want me?" "Well, you can take those daggy clothes off for a start!" he smiled. I'd only just taken my tshirt off when he said "That chest of yours is beautiful." Shit, had I left the breastplate on? I was somewhat relieved to see looking down that it wasn't on, but that the pills I'd taken had caused my nipples to puff up a bit. That was the reason why the tshirt had been giving me such a strange feeling as I was walking, I had to admit that it felt good too. As I slid my shorts down, his eyes widened. Fuck, I had the panties still on! "You really are a fem little faggot, aren't you?" he laughed. I could tell his tone changed, he was still over the top, but was a lot more dominant which really turned me on. "I was doing a favour last night for someone..." I replied, as I quickly took them off. "I'll bet you were! Between your little tits, the panties and.....wow...that small cock of yours, anyone'd think you were going through some changes" I looked down at my cock, it was still much smaller than usual. I thought it was a result of the taping but maybe the pills had worked on that too? "Turn around for me so I can check out that beautiful arse of yours." I could hear him move closer as I turned around and it wasn't long before I felt his hot breath on my hole. "I was gonna rim your hole to get your arse ready but...is that cum in there?" "Yeah...I got fucked last night..." "Who by?" I couldn't help but blush, even though he couldn't see my face. "My uber driver" "Not only fem and a size queen, but a slut too!" and with that, I could feel the smaller dildo starting to open my arse up. "Oh fuuuuuck!" I groaned as he worked it in. "Yes dadd.." I let out, before trying to catch myself, I was having inadvertent flashbacks to my father and Addie's Dad. "Like daddies do you hon? You're in luck coz I LOOOOOOVE young fem boys like yourself.' He whispered as he stood now behind me, still pistoning the dildo in and out of my arse. With his other hand, he started rubbing my chest and the feeling was electric, I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. I leant my head back towards him, wanting his mouth on mine. I'd kissed Addie's Dad the night before but this was different, Addie's Dad was dominant too but I wanted to make out with this guy so bad because of what he was doing to me. I'd never felt this way without being fucked up before. "Does my new little playmate wanna get fucked?" He asked me. "Please...anything for you! I want your cum sooo much" I moaned in response. He turned me round, "I want you to show me how much you want it. If you're gonna be a good bottom for me, you'll be able to cum without even touching that little cock of yours." As if by instinct, I knew what to do and I sat in front of him, spread my legs & started working the dildo hard up my arse while working my nipples. The feeling was electric and my eyes focused on his cock as he stood in front of me & pulled his pants down. Here I was, sober & willingly putting on a dildo show for the faggiest guy in the apartment block. I was starting to realise that deep down I was a total bottom, but was I also sub, a faggot & fem too? Those concerns soon melted away as he moved over with the massive dildo and started rubbing that over one nipple while using his cock on the other. The thought of pleasuring three cocks was too much for me & I came harder than I ever have before, shooting all over my belly. He quickly moved on top of me and wanted me to eat his arse while her jerked off over me. By this stage I'd have done anything he wanted. His hole was clean so I dived in without thinking & started eating him & shortly after he came over my belly too. He pulled the dildo out of my arse, telling me that he'd seen my phone number on the delivery slip & would be keeping it for future use. I knew I should've been ashamed that I couldn't wait to see this guy again after all I'd thought of him in the past but I couldn't wait. He was giving me butterflies. "Now...you said you wanted my cum....I don't fuck on the first date but for all you've done now & what I want from you in the future, it'd be rude not to give it to you." And with that, he slammed the dildo that was coated with our cum up my arse. The only thing was, it wasn't the smaller dildo he jammed up me, but the gigantic one. I let out a howl as he did so, but my cry was muffled by his arse as he sat down on my face. "Mmmmm...that training worked wonders!" he laughed as he got off me. I groggily got to my feet, tears of pain in my eyes as he pulled me close. "Theeerrrrre you go......well done" he said soothingly. "Now as soon as you get back to your apartment, I want you to take a photo of you with that dildo up your arse, alright?" I nodded, and we kissed deeply, it felt so good. "I'll text you when you leave, OK my little slut?" Something in the way he said that made me so happy, and I nodded eagerly. "Now don't forget your other dildo darling!" I grabbed it & slipped it in my pocket and practically skipped back to my apartment in ecstasy, even though (or because of?) my hole being stretched further than it ever had before. END OF PART TWELVE

Hi guys, this part’s a bit of an epic but I hope you’ll like it! PART TWO I'd walked up the drive to my folks' place so many times before but I'd never felt like this walking towards. What was I gonna say to my Dad? Had he been fucking any other guys than Tyler? How long had it been going on? Was he taking precautions? I'd been turning all of these things over & over in my mind since Tyler's revelation. I had my heart in my mouth as I knocked on the door. "You're keen boy! It's open, just getting the final touches together." I heard the familiar voice from inside but what I saw inside the living room was nothing like what I usually saw when I entered my family home. A massive gay orgy was playing on our big screen TV where the must've been at least 10 guys going at it. There were a bunch of pouches, harnesses and other gstrings on the couch, 4 small brown bottles on the coffee table, a massive bottle of lube and at least half a dozen dildos & plugs of various sizes laid out on the couch as well. "So glad you finished early Tyler" I heard Dad's voice as he walked through the house, "I've been waiting to get into that arse all week and now it's mine for the whole weekend. I've bought something special for the weekend too <sniff> <sniff> Tell mewhat you think about this." My jaw dropped open as Dad entered the living room, wearing a full leather harness, holding one of the small bottles, quite obviously super high and also with his cock, fully erect right out in front of him. "Oh fuck......hey Tom....what are you doing here?" "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!?! Dad...what the fuck..." "Hehehe...well surprise!!!! I'd...uh...invited...one of your friends round for some fun this weekend..." "Yeah Dad, he told me. That's why I'm here, what the fuck are you doing?" "Well, it's been a long time since your mother & I..." "That's no excuse!" "I know, but you know full well that a man has needs and I met Tyler online and one thing led to another..." "Can't you just jerk off or something?" "But you also know full well, that it's not the same..." "Fuck Dad, I had no idea you were like this..." "Oh Tom...if you knew the half of it...anyway..sit down & let's talk" "How can I sit down & talk properly while that's on?" I said, gesturing to the TV. "Now hold on, you keep telling me how progressive you are now that you're at uni. Surely we can have a conversation while men are expressing their love for each other." I mean, he caught me out there. We talked about how Dad met Tyler on a website and had paid him for sex the first few times but then it started getting a bit more than business. As we talked, my eyes kept flicking to the screen whenever there was some louder than usual moaning. Pretty much every time, it was when a guy started getting fucked by someone. Whenever I did, I heard sniffing coming from Dad's side of the couch. "It doesn't hurt as much as you'd think" Dad said, admiring the screen. "YOU'VE BEEN FUCKED?!?!" Dad coming out of a sort to me was weird enough, I couldn't imagine him being fucked by a guy. "Of course I have! Tyler tops me sometimes but I enjoy it so much more when I'm topping...and so does he" "God, Addie used to tell me to fuck off if I went anywhere near her arse" "That's coz you didn't know how to do it right, tell you what. I'll show you, bend over the couch." "WHAT? NO!!!! I've got no interest in doing it, especially with my Dad!!!" "I won't do it...that's what all these are for...c'mon I've shown you how to do stuff before...." "But this isn't like riding a bike!!" "It's like riding something...haha....just try this one" He said pointing at a small buttplug. "I promise whatever happens, I won't say a word. Pull your shorts down and get on all fours for me." I'm not sure what possessed me but I thought I'd try it just this once. The guys on screen seemed to be loving it so much and my attitude had always been not to knock it until I'd tried it and I'd rationalised it by thinking it was at least being done by someone I trusted. "Can't believe I'm doing this...." I muttered to myself as I pointed my ass at my Dad. I heard him take two sniffs and mumble "beautiful" as he ran his hands down my cheeks. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin as he did it, he was obviously very skilled at this type of stuff. I heard the squelch of the lube bottle as he covered one of the plugs. "Now just relax for me boy..." he whispered quietly as I felt the cold metal against my hole. I was doing my best, but the situation was so insane he wasn't getting anywhere. I felt something pressed into my hand, it was the bottle he'd been sniffing from. "Take two deep sniffs of this in each nostril and hold your breath until I say stop" I did as he said, "Now stop....and let it all flow through you. Let go all of all your inhibitions" I'd never felt so good before in my life, made all of the weekend stuff I'd done with Tyler's stuff seem small in comparison. I was in so much of a world of pleasure that it was only until I heard Dad's voice that I was brought back to Earth. "There you go my boy....you took that like a champ" I felt Dad wiggle the head of the plug that was now deep in my arse. I didn’t feel any pain at all, in fact it felt so good. “Oh god Dad, that feels amazing!” I moaned. “See my boy, I told you!” He replied, laughing. “You ended up taking it so well, are you sure you haven’t done it before?” “No Dad, but fuck it feels so good” “There’s bigger ones here if you want to try…” I knew how weird the situation was, especially going through it all with my Dad but I wanted, needed more. “Please…one of the smaller dildos” I moaned. Dad pulled the plug out of me with a pop (“There goes your cherry” he laughed) and I let out a fart. He reassured me it happened all the time as he licked the plug clean. “Nothing like the taste of arse” he smiled at me before putting it down & grabbing the dildo. “Now you brace yourself & have a couple more sniffs as I push this in.” I took my sniffs & put my head on the couch as I felt him put one hand above my arse as he guided the dildo in. I could feel my mouth opening wider & wider as he pushed deeper. I was in absolute heaven moaning “yes” over & over again as Dad twisted the dildo round. “You’ve totally bottomed out on this dildo my lad!” Had I? I could barely believe it, but turned around and there it was…well it wasn’t. “You’ve got what we call in the trade a hungry arse & would make a lot of men very happy indeed” I could hardly believe it, but I knew I’d worked up an appetite because my next words to my Dad were “More….please more” “I’ve got some bigger stuff here mate, but I need to get you ready first OK?” “God…..please…I want it so much” and with that, the dildo was quickly pulled out of my arse and replaced my the breath of my Dad as he started to eat my arse out. It felt incredible and I could feel my arse opening, the more he ate me. He tapped on my hand, wanting more & I quickly handed the bottle to him. He took two massive hits & handed the bottle back saying “Now take as much as you can boy because I’ll give you the biggest here” I did as he said while he put his hand above my arse and began to guide the next one in. I was in so much pain but it felt absolutely incredible too. This one felt nowhere near as cold as the last two either. “God Dad I dunno…I don’t think I can…I want to but I don’t think…” “No…no…you’re doing great….just a little more…” Dad sounded way more flustered than he was with the other two. “I thought I could Dad but please… how far in is i…” I started to ask, turning around to see my Dad, one hand above my arse, the other hand on his cock as he was trying to push deeper inside me! END OF PART TWO

Part 3 if I haven’t told you yet my names James I’m 6’1 slim but toned I’m 28 been poz since high school. My younger brother just turned 18. I work part time as a hairdresser and light contracting work. After a few hrs at work i got a text from Derek “can we talk” “sure come by my salon” I replied he said he’ll be here in 30 minutes. As I quickly finished up applying my clients hair dye he arrived. I’ve asked him to come in from the back door and head into the basement. Gave my client a coffee and set there timer for 45min and went downstairs. He looked at me and asked “why” “because I just had to breed your ass I knew I was going to as soon as I seen it.” “Why” “because it looked amazing the way your shorts pressed against ass cheeks and then you pulled them down to show at asss when all I asked was for you to turn around” “and that was an invitation” he asked. “Yes and now you’re free to take any load you want” I noticed his hard dick pressing on his shorts I guess he didn’t have extra underwear. I quickly pulled in front of him and grabbed his cock. “ problem?” He stood quietly I pulled his shorts down and started to make my way down his cock smelled of piss and I began to suck with one hand on his hole. “Turn around” he obeyed and I began to eat his ass out got up and whispered “ you want this cock” no reply I stuck it in him and began to fuck him raw one hand on his shoulder pushing him deeper towards me the other hand around his nipples I was getting close so I began to fuck him harder with my hand around his mouth So he wouldn’t make too much noise “I’m going to cum do you want it” “yes” he yelled “ok here it cums take this poz load“ I flooded his hole deep within a sec I felt him cum as he squeezed his hole tight against mine cock felt him pulsing as he came all over the floor. “Don’t move I gotta piss” while still hard inside him I took a piss and he took every drop. As I finished my clients timer went off “Good boy now go home” part 4 for derricks revenge?

Part VI I was so ashamed of myself for what I had done yesterday, but in telling this guy about it now, with my head down, I could see his cock sticking part way out of his shorts and seemed to be getting longer. My mind just would not focus. They seemed to all be HIV + guys and here I was trying to tell him about my regrets. He seemed to understand. He told me not to worry about it, just let it go as something that had happened on the spur of the moment. What with the heat, the beer and his buddies kind of getting out of control and fucking right there on a blanket on the ground in front of me. He had just been damned horny and I was drunk. He seemed to have an answer to everything I talked about, but I still couldn't look up and look him in the eyes nor take my eyes off of his damn big cock. All at once he kind of scooted towards me and grabbed me in a big hug and told me it would be all right. Don't worry about it so much. It had been great fun for him and his buddies and he knew I had enjoyed it, more because I was drunk than anything else. Nothing more needed to be said. Holding me like he was though and sliding across the seat had slid his shorts up higher and I could feel that big cock against my leg and for some reason I seemed to calm down more. I just let him hold me. I was so tired from no sleep the night before that I kind of spaced out and found my head laying on his shoulder and was almost dozing off as he hugged me and then was rubbing my back a little. My eyes closed for a bit and then jerked open. Man I was tired. He held me a little tighter and just started telling me how great I had felt the day before. His voice was low and soothing and I found myself almost nodding off again on his shoulder. His hug had now progressed to rubbing my back with one hand and my chest with the other. The one on my chest going down onto my stomach too. No sleep always seemed to put me in lala land and I just kind of was floating along. His hand on my front seemed to be rubbing lower and lower till it definitely was hitting the top of my pants and then lower yet and I felt him rub my cock and balls for a second or two. He then removed his hand from me and took one of mine and led it to his cock and for some reason I took ahold of it and found myself slowly stroking it. I felt like I was in a dream or something as he kept up a soothing whispering talk into my ear. I couldn't seem to move away. As I was stroking his ever hardening cock his hand left mine and went to the front of my pants again and started to undo them. His other hand kept up its slow rub of my back as he did this and I felt helpless to move away and really couldn't seem to find the will to. His one hand dipped into my, now open pants, and pulled my cock out and was rubbing it starting to make me get harder and harder. My mind was telling me I needed to wake the hell up and get away but being so tired I couldn't seem to move away at all. I was so tired and must have nodded off again a little. As I came back around again, I noticed his hand that had been caressing my cock had opened up my shirt and was sliding it off of my shoulders and soon it was off and his bare chest was against mine as he leaned in to kiss me and I let him do it. His tongue went deep into my mouth and I found myself returning it. This must be a dream I thought. After a bit, he was pulling me into a standing position and then my pants were being lowered and he was laying me on top of the table. I just went with it and could not put up any resistance at all. Then I was laying flat on my back and he had moved down and removed my shoes, socks and then pulled my pants off, leaving me totally naked on the table. He moved back around to the side, slowly bringing one of his hands from my foot to my crotch and then dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He then climbed on the table with me, naked also. This must be a dream is all I could think and soon I will wake up. This is crazy, isn't it? He started to kiss me again, running his hand up and down my chest and then down to cup my cock and balls. I found myself holding onto his now hard cock and stroking it as this all was going on. His kisses then went down across my chin, my neck, to my chest and from one nipple to the other, nibbling on them each in turn. Then his head kept on going down and then I felt his mouth open and my cock being swallowed to the base in one gulp as my back arched up to meet this wild sensation. He then turned around and I found his cock right over my own mouth and then as I opened my mouth, it entered. I tried to suck like I thought he was doing but know it could not be as good as what he was doing to me since I had never done this before. Soon I felt him pulling my legs up higher and higher and then his mouth came off of my cock and licked down across my balls and then down more and was then licking my hole. I again found my back arching up to meet his tongue as it entered my hole. He fucked my hole mercilessly with his tongue driving me nuts. He was slobbering and licking and flicking around and into me and then I felt one of his fingers enter me. Soon another and then another was in me, driving me wilder with each. I couldn't seem to get enough. Then he stopped licking and keeping his fingers in me, turned around slowly and brought his head back up to mine and again started to kiss me. Between kisses he kept telling me, whispering, how great my hole felt and he just couldn't help it. He needed me and I couldn't stop. He asked, this time, if he could go ahead and I found myself saying yes. He then raised my legs up and crawled between them and I felt his cock replace his fingers and enter me. He eased it in slowly until I felt his balls against my ass again. Damn, this is crazy but feels so good is all I could think. He reached down and raised my legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, basically tipping me almost completely upside down and then slowly his cock slid back our of me till just the head was still in and then back in again and again. Then he told me he couldn't stand it as my hole was too tight and good and started to really ram his cock in and out of me hard and as deep as he could drive it. I found myself raising up to meet his in thrusts. He got wilder and wilder and the more he did the more I drove myself onto his cock. He drilled my hole for a good 15 minutes of this and then I all at once was aware that my own cock was harder than I could remember it ever being and it was starting to cum. My mouth had been hanging open, moaning and my cum was now pouring down my own throat. My spasms seemed to drive him wild and he told me he could feel my ass clenching with each spurt and it was time. I then could actually feel his cock start to spurt in me and he drove his cock as deep into me as he could, grinding it and trying to reach clear to my throat I think. Spurt after spurt from us both till we were drained and fell back onto the table in a heap. We laid like that for a while and then all at once, I was wide awake and and thinking what the hell am I doing? I had done it again. Let this man fuck my ass with his HIV again and this time I wasn't drunk. What a crazy thing.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 15 (The Week - Day 7) I woke up pooled in strangers' semen and clutching the masculine torso of The Beast. I stirred and fought the desire to reclaim my arm that had fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake The Beast and I also didn't want to stop holding him. This inner struggle was interrupted by The Beast giving a low guttural noise as he regained consciousness. "Morning, boy," he half said. "How's that cunt feel?" "Good, sir," I said. "Kinda' stretched and sloppy, but good." "Good to hear. Well, this week should do the job and make sure you're charged. You should take a shower and get dressed so that I can take you home." "But..." I started to speak, but stopped myself on the verge of tears. "Never mind." I got up and walked butt naked to the door, cum dripping from my puffy cunt, before I turned abruptly and shouted, "Why haven't you fucked me?" The Beast smirked and asked, "What?" "This entire time I was here. Why haven't you fucked me? You've fucked other boys. Lots of other boys. But you never fucked me once. Am I damaged goods now? I know I'm not a real man like some of the others, but do you not find me fuckable anymore?" The Beast chuckled and said, "All you had to do was ask." "Ask what?" "Ask me to fuck you," he clarified. "You think I'm going to come after you? I can get any piece of ass I want. But you clearly can't get your mind off this dick no matter how many cocks you get." "I don't understand..." I mumbled. "I would have fucked you every day you've been here if you showed me you wanted it," he glared at me. "So now prove it. Tell me." "Please fuck me," I started to approach the bed. I saw his cock jump under the sheet. "How bad do you want it?" he asked me. "It's all I've been thinking about since I got here. I got jealous every time you fucked someone else and every night I cried myself to sleep because you hadn't used me yet." Which each statement more pathetic than the last, I saw his cock begin to swell and emerge from the sheet loosely tossed over his muscular leg. "You think you deserve my cock?" he asked. "No," I began. "I don't deserve your perfect cock. But I need it. I need to be destroyed by you and used by you and to take in more of your toxic cum." "Get on the bed and suck my dick," he ordered. I jumped on the bed and started devouring his dick, slobbering all over it so that it would get fully erect. I coughed and gagged just like he taught me, thankful to finally taste him again. He scooped up some of the pooled jizz where I was sleeping and smeared it across my face and into my mouth. I moaned and lapped it up, swallowing the mixture of flavors from my ass. "Can I ride you until I cum, sir? Just like the last time?" I asked. "You little whore. You want to be limp and useless when I really trench you out, don't you?" I nodded eagerly. "Then climb on board, slut." I positioned my wet hole above his huge piece of manhood and slid down on it. I moaned loudly and began pounding myself out on his beefy stick. He groaned and said, "Fuck, you really have been stretched since the last time I was in there. You're a true cuntboy. No going back now. That hole can only take huge cock, you faggot." "Yes sir!!" I cried as I bounced up on down on him with a burning vengeance. I jerked my tiny dick ferociously. "You like that cock, bitch?" he slapped my pecs and smacked me across the face. "I love that cock. It's the best cock. My favorite of all of the cocks that have been inside of me!" "Then cum on it, you skanky fuck!" he ordered. Suddenly my asshole seized up in orgasm at the same time my small cock shot out a small puddle of cum. The sensation felt as if I should have ejaculated a ton, but only a small amount dotted The Beast's hairy stomach. Before I could even catch my breath, The Beast threw me on my back and started slamming into me. My sensitive cunt walls went crazy sending shock waves through my body. I screamed and moaned which only eggs him on to plunge into me deeper and harder. I wrapped my legs around him, inviting the pain. His low hanging balls smacking my ass so hard, I was sure I was going to be bruised. Without warning, he grabbed my right ankle and whipped me on to my left side, scissoring my legs, pushing even deeper. I threw my head back and howled, "Fuuuuucccckkk! Yes, you're the best! That's your cunt! Breed your cunt!" He took a hold of my ass cheek in his hand, painfully squeezing it as he sawed in and out of my pussy violently. Just as I felt his dick start to swell, he grabbed my small waist and flipped me onto my knees yelling, "Bark for it, bitch! Bark for my dick!" Without hesitating, I started to yip like a dog as he punch fucked my cunt from behind. The barks turned to yelps as he started to spank my ass, harder than he ever hit me before. It burned and stung, but I was immediately hard again, and an orgasm started in my cunt. He kept slapping my ass, sometimes with his palm, sometimes with the back of his hand, letting his finger nails make vicious contact as he swung down onto my buttocks. "You're a filthy cunt who fucked the grossest of lowlifes this week. You fucked a goddamn homeless guy and loved it! You fucked an entire bathhouse! You fucked perverts in a book store! You're a fucking piece of shit who doesn't deserve my cum!" "No, please, I need your cum! Please, make me pregnant! Put it in my fucking womb. Knock me up!" "You nasty bitch in heat!" he yelled, planting a fist in the small of my back and pushing his bloating cock all the way in my cunt. I felt his seed squirt into my insides and my hole started quivering and grasping his cock in orgasm. I loved him for how he mistreated me. I loved him for how he bred me without a care...or a name. I needed his control. As soon as his balls were drained into my guts, he brutally pulled out of me as he took a handful of my hair. I yelped like a girl as he pulled my hair to direct my mouth on his dripping cock. I immediately slurped and swallowed all of the sludge from last night and the fucking he just gave me. Again, without warning, he pushed my head to the mattress and pulled my leg to him so that my ass was up and in his face. He quickly pushed all 5 of his fingers into my gaping rectum. There was only a second of resistance before the heel of his hand popped through and his thick, muscled arm was sinking into my aching ass. I thrashed and groaned, trying to reach the drawer where I knew he kept the poppers. As I crawled away, he followed, keeping his armed planted almost up to his elbow up my cunt. I finally reached the drawer, retrieved the bottle and shook them before inhaling deeply about 6 times. My walls began to relax slightly and my head started spinning. The Beast opened me up until he was punch fucking my hole. Then he pushed all the way in and just started grabbing and exploring my deepest insides until I had an earth-shattering orgasm all over his arm. As I whimpered and shook, he slid his arm out of me and said, "Clean my arm, cunt." So I spent the next five minutes licking and sucking on The Beast's forearm and hand, tasting the deepest parts of my boycunt. "Is that what you needed?" he asked. "Fuck yes," I sighed, completely drained. "You gonna' flip out on me again if I tell you to shower and get ready to go home?" he poked fun at me. I laughed, "No, I'll be alright." "Then get your sloppy cunt out of my bed, wash your pussy, and get dressed. It's time for you to go back to your dad." As I got out of The Beast's car in front of my house, he caught my arm. I looked into his hard eyes and he said, "You were a good poz whore this week. My name is Joe." I smiled, "I'm--" "Still my fuck hole, pussy boy. I don't want your name. And even though you have mine, you still call me sir. Got it?" "Yes, sir," I nodded. "Call me when you get the fuck flu," he yelled as he drove off. I turned back to my house and noticed Jordan's car at the top of my driveway. As I got closer to my house, Jordan got out of the car. "Where you been all week?" he asked, unusually passive for Jordan. "I was...away...staying with a friend. My dad's out of town," I tried to explain without going into too much detail. "Oh yeah, gotcha'," he said and dug his hands into his pockets. "I was wondering. I stopped by a few times to get some cunt, and you weren't ever here." "Oh yeah, sorry about that." Jordan nudged his chin up, suddenly harsh, "Yeah, you should be. You're supposed to be a good cock whore." I knew my place. "Can I make it up to you?" "I guess," he said, walking toward my house a bit too eagerly. We got into my house and he pushed me to my knees. He fisted his cock and pulled it out of his jeans, shoving it into my waiting mouth hole. He began fucking my face, obviously pent up from not having me to abuse all week. Jordan's hips bucked and thrusted, pinning me against the foyer wall. I was trapped, choking and puking around his big cock as he violently used my skull as a pussy. He pulled his cock from my face, dripping with saliva and bile, pulled me up to my feet, turned me around and ripped my shorts down to my ankles. I arched my ass up and he slid right in to my fucked out pussy. Putting my hands out, I braced myself on the front door as Jordan battered into my cunt. "You stupid faggot, take my big dick. Fuck you feel good wrapped around my cock. If only the stupid bitches I fuck had hole like yours. Fuck!" My guts started clenching as he hit me hard and deep. I didn't know if I could handle another orgasm and I instinctively put my hand back as if to get Jordan to ease up. He grabbed my wrist and said, "No, you don't. Don't push me away. You can handle it." And holding onto my wrist, he held my hand against his hard abs, which made me start to ass cum. "Fuck yeah, bitch," he mocked. "You like the dick in you while you rub my abs? You like having a real man inside of you? Big thick tool to make your cunt cum?" "Yes, Jordan, fuck yes! My poor ass is so tired..." I whimpered as my body shook with the forced orgasm. "You're the one who chooses to be such a whore, faggot. Just 'cause you take all that dick doesn't mean I'm not going to get mine." And with that he launched into a renewed assault on my insides, stroking his thick cock into me at various, harsh angles. I screamed and clawed at the door until I felt him grunt and go rigid. My hands flew back to his thighs, tight and clenched, pulsing as his hips gyrated in tiny thrusts emphasizing each shot of cum that drenched my cunt walls. When he slid out of me, I fell to the floor exhausted. He put his dick away and walked out of the house, hitting me in the ass with the wooden door. I laid there and listened to him get in his car and drive off as his semen dripped out of my ass and onto the stone floor of the foyer. I dozed off and was awoken an hour later by an alert on my phone telling me that I had a new email on my gmail account. The one that my dad set up for me. More to cum...