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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be gone from my internet!

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

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

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

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

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

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.

I'd like to start a thread for sharing bareback videos filmed before PrEP was available (2013 and older). I find really arousing knowing are so horny they don't care about the risk of HIV and just want to enjoy the sex. Here are some examples of the videos I'm looking for: Bobby Garcia let one of his "straight" paid actor fuck him bareback in the height of the HIV epidemics (1990s): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/hott-marine-top-vs-bobby-garcia-xh480uI Slut is barebacked by two guys. By the quality of the video it must be before 2010: [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/meet-our-bitch-2300978. Anon Cumdump get bred by stranger from Craiglist (estimated to be ~2010): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/married-craigslist-walks-in-breeds-slut-hard-3440594 Black Bitch get bred by two strangers from Craiglist (estimated ~2010): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/2-white-top-breed-thick-black-ass-4696075 Famous Brittish cumdump taking loads in the Woods. I remember seeing many of his videos in the early 2010: [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/cumdump-bottom-taking-load-after-load-cruising-in-park/

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

Certainly shows a lack of imagination on their part right???

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

Excellent question, but they seem to think they can have really great sex without using a cock. I would classify themm as either asexual or functionally lesbian.

My first time was at 13 in a campground shower stall during the night where I got used by an old man with a beer can cock left gaping and dripping 2 of his loads

let it marinate

@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! 🙂

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.

Sucking multiple cocks is intoxicating. A few weeks ago it was my turn to suck off everyone in our group - 2 Daddies and 3 boys. I spent an hour on my knees sucking them until it was time to shoot. I like to swallow each load in quick succession so as soon as one cock shoots its load in my mouth it’s pulled out to be replaced by the next cock. I love how each of my Buddies use my mouth differently. Some shoot in my throat and some in my mouth. Some I can feel strong jets of sperm hitting my throat and some I feel filling my mouth with thick hot oozing seed. Fucking love it.

i feel that the shiny skin tight later serves to transform a person into a doll. It is stimulating both for the viewer and the wearer. Perhaps it serves to dehumanize the wearer so that it frees them from the normal "human" behavior and allows them to indulge in some fantasies that are more [banned word].

"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 6 Horse and M showered with me and then gave me a few very full and deep enemas. Between the discomfort and the embarrassment of that, I wasn't really sure what was in store for me. I ached from the bruises all over my body, but my hole didn't hurt, so at least that hadn't been abused....yet. After the shower and enemas, M put a mask or hood over my head. I didn't cover my entire head, just the upper half, but it wasn't like a sleep blindfold either. I was weird, to be honest. I felt soft leather and something very hard go around my neck. "This is your collar, boy." That was Horse. "I'm going to lock this with an allen key, and all you need to know is that no one is taking this off you." I shivered at the thought because if nothing else, I was definitely coming to understand that I would not be leaving this place. With the collar locked in place and sitting very heavy around my neck, I heard and felt something clipped to the front of the collar. The tug told me it was a leash and I started to blindly stumble after it. As M or Horse led me out of the bathroom, the other was close behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Prez said it before, but I'm telling you again, you don't have a safe word here." This was M in my ear. "You have one purpose here and that's the take or do anything one of us tell you. Prez's word is law, so what he says goes, no matter what. Then it's me and Horse - we're your handlers so our word is law. Then there's anyone else wearing our cut - their word is law. Now, here's what's important for you to know: you can't say no. So if a brother tells you to do something, and it goes against something Prez or Horse or me as told you, then you've got a choice. And it's the only choice you'll ever have in this place. You have to choose which one you obey. And that means you're also choosing which one punishes you. You feel me, pretty thing?" I was fucked. There was no way to wrap my head around this. I was shivering with nerves as we walked through a door. Immediately I could sense it was a wide open space, and it was filled with people. I got catcalls and whistles and heard names like "cum bucket" and "faggot hole" yelled out. Horse tugged on the leash again and I walked forward. Hands touched me, slapped my ass, and one reached out and slapped my balls so hard my knees buckled. Horse didn't stop and I jerked forward trying to stay on my feet while I struggled with that sharp pain that shot up my stomach. We stopped and I stepped right into Horse's back. M caught my shoulders and kept me standing. "Let's get you in place." Horse moved me in front of him and turned me to face him. "Step back 3 steps." I did as I was told. The noise was still going on around me but it was muted, felt like it was drifting off. Horse and M's hands were positioning my arms and legs and pushed me against something padded - I felt it along my back. Restraints were placed around my chest and waist. I felt padded...somethings...get strapped around my thighs. I had no idea what I was getting strapped into. It felt both like a chair and not a chair, since I had nothing to sit on. My arms were secured similarly. "I hope you like your new chair, faggot." This was the Prez in front of me. "We had this specially built, not necessarily for you really, but whoever was lucky enough to end up in our hands." I could hear the sneer in the way he said lucky. "Now, with you all strapped in, let me demonstrate a little here." And demonstrate he did. With some adjustments, I felt the entire contraption come off the wall and dangle me there. He pulled it more and I felt myself be floated out away from the wall. I was left hanging there, trussed up in a floating semi-chair. Prez made some more adjustments and pulled my thighs apart and up, basically leaving me like a suspending frog - with my cock and balls and hole completely exposed and absolutely no way to protect myself. With another adjustment, my knees were pulled up and I tipped back, almost into a sling position. Another adjustment and my arms were stretched out and locked out like on a cross. I hadn't seen this thing, but whatever it was was complicated as hell and my mind raced with how I'd look to anyone seeing me. "What do you think men? You like what I've bought us to play with?" Prez wasn't addressing me, that was for sure. And the sound of noise from the room definitely brought my mind back to the position I was in. The yells, whistles, and pounding on the tables were overwhelming. I was shaking with fear as much as the restrains would allow me. "Now, tonight is claiming. Everyone fucking one of you men need to breed this faggot. And yes, I know most of you aren't into men like that, but this doesn't fucking matter to me. What matters is your load ends up in his cunt. This is for us, to bond, and for this pretty slut to be marked by everyone of us. Now, let me tell you the rules." I was lost in fear. I had no idea how many people were in that room, but it wasn't just 4 or 5. There could've been 10 or 50, and I had no real idea. "Rule 1: you breed this cunt, at least once, and then you use the marker to put your initials across his chest. I WILL make sure in the morning that every one of you has marked him. Rule 2: No hitting or slapping. We already worked him over good on his first night as ours, and I'm not sending him to a hospital. You'll be able to do that once things have settled down. Rule 3: whatever you want to do with his cunt is fine by me. I don't care, and he ain't gonna tell you 'no'. The only caveat to that is, if you break him, tear him to the point of bleeding or whatnot, anyone that hasn't fucked him is going to be fucking the one who broke him. So, keep his hole able to accept all of us, or yours will. Now, any questions?" I was in full blown panic mode. "Please, no....don't...please, I don't want this, please no." Someone clamped their hand over my mouth and I tried to trash my head out from under it. I had two more hands come and pin my head. It was Horse who growled in my ear "shut the fuck up and accept this, or else, I'll take you out back now. And you don't want to go out back, trust me." I was crying and could feel the tears under the mask and starting to slide down my cheeks. "Fine, let's get him started.....gentleman, if you please, let's get him flying". I felt more people around me and then tight bands placed over my biceps. Horse again told me to "stay still", and I did as best I could. I felt the cool swipe of an alcohol pad in my elbows and then two pricks. A moment later, Horse let go of my head and M, I assumed, removed his hand from my mouth. Just then both bands released from my biceps and I was flooded with heat. The metallic chemical taste in my throat has me coughing up a storm and my body felt on fire. I felt a flush rush up my body and then back down to my cock and balls, and into my ass. I was shaking in this trussed up thing and I heard, vaguely through the ringing in my ears laughter from around the room. After a few minutes, I could catch my breath and when I settled, I felt and heard Horse back in front of me "open wide, cunt, you won't need your mouth tonight." With that he shoved in a plug into my mouth and secured it around my head. I hung there, body feeling like I had flames under my skin, my hole was clenching and unclenching like it was missing something. I felt someone in front of me, "Let's truss up this little faggot cock n balls. Won't be no need for these tonight." I felt a string or rope wrap around my tight balls. Whoever pulled them out away from my body and squeezed them painfully. I tried to escape - I moaned in pain around the gag in my mouth, but my brain couldn't process if this was pleasure or genuine pain. "Oh, hear that men....this fucker liked that!" He squeezed them harder again and pulled on them more. He released it. Then he squeezed again, "Let's count boys....1....2...." and then other voices joined in, with each new number, slowly counting up, he tightened the squeeze on my nuts. By 12, I was in so much pain I was wailing behind the gag. By 15, I couldn't even do that, and then he finally let go. I was breathing through my nose, and all the snot and tears like I'd run a marathon. And the laughter and catcalls floated around me. I felt my balls get finally wrapped up in the rope and it wrapped around my soft cock, and the wrap was tight and painful, but still a blessing from the ball crushing pain I'd endured just moments before. Someone was behind me and I felt a small hose slide inside my ass....I felt the wet gush of something and felt it pulse and soak my insides three or four times. I was still so sensitive I tried to wiggle my ass to get more sensation in my hole, but the bands and restraints wouldn't let me move...much. "Look at this...fucking faggot is so turned on he's trying to grind down on the lube gun!" A chorus of laughter went up. And then everyone stepped away. I hung there, body on fire with sensation - my hole was so desperate, my nuts were still on fire, cool air from the room was licking my skin. I could feel the lube running out of my ass. "Already puddling on the floor...imagine how much of that will be cum puddled under him come morning." This was the Prez....his voice was close, and somehow I could sense him walking around me. I was hoisted higher up and then tilted back a bit more. I felt a hot cock at my hole and while my brain wasn't wanting this, my hole was eager for it. I felt it almost "mouthing" at the cock just outside. I heard Prez, I assumed he was going first, messing around with the mechanisms above me and suddenly, I dropped. As I did, his cock bored inside my hole, feeling like it was on fire, and stopped suddenly, bouncing slightly with his cock still inside. I realized briefly that not only was I suspended, but it was on a fucking spring. Chuckling, the Prez gripped the straps across my check and pulled down, bringing me down until his cock was buried to his balls. My hole was on fire, not used to the sudden invasion, but the drugs in my system also made my hole crave more. I could feel the muscles rippling inside my ass as I bounced and slid off his cock and then was yanked back down again. Over and over....my mind drifted away...I could feel the intense pain/pleasure coming from my hole as I floated and bounced on the Prez's cock. I was brought back as I had a flush pass through me coming from my ass and felt myself clinching around him. I heard him chuckle "such a fucking hole, already had a cunt orgasm from his first fuck of the night. He's going to be so fucking ruined!" After a few more thrusts, he pulled me down, yelled and grunted and I could feel his cum filling and coating me. After a minute, he pulled out, and I felt fingers sliding inside me....then it was Horse's voice in my ear, "now let's really get you open". With that, he jerked up and pulled down and buried himself inside. I felt his cock immediately punch through my second hole and I yelped around the gag in my mouth. And he kept going. I don't know how big Horse is, but it didn't take long for my addled brain to realize he'd earned his name honestly. He set up a brutal pace and mixed things up...sometimes he went deep and then just let me up enough so he could just fuck my second hold...other times he's let me bounce up high enough that I'd almost slip off him and then he'd yank me back down filling me balls deep. I floated away again and eventually heard him growl and grunt and felt him blast his load inside me. While still inside me I felt him mark my chest. And then he slipped out. "Grab that and plug him up for a few." I didn't recognize the voice. But I could sense 2 people around me. As a large plug was shoved inside me, making me struggle to take it's widest point, someone called out "Hey Prez, can I work his nuts again?" I trembled realizing this was the man who'd worked them a bit earlier. "Yeah Cage, but remember the rule about breaking him." "No worries, Prez, me and Jeff gonna take real good care of him." The mechanism was locked again and I was shifted a bit more to be vertical. I could sense Cage and Jeff around me....and I heard the slide of chairs near, one in front and one in back. I felt Cage's hands running around my body over my bound cock and balls. Jeff's hands, I'm assuming were running under my thighs and over my ass, brushing against the plug in my ass. Cage wrapped his hands around my bound balls and gently squeezed. At the same time, Jeff nudged against the plug in my ass. Cage's hand tightened and as the pain increased, Jeff was tugging on the plug. Cage got tighter and tighter and then when I didn't think I could take anymore, Jeff pulled the plug entirely out of my ass. This was driving me crazy. I didn't know where the pain/pleasure was going to happen - my nuts or my hole. Jeff was sliding the plug inside me again, and Cage tightened on my balls. This time when the pain in my balls reached a peak, Jeff pushed the widest part back inside me. They repeated this over and over, I was crying again, sobbing behind the mask and through the gag. But Cage and Jeff kept working in tandem. After a few, Cage kept my balls in his hands and Jeff was fucking the plug fulling in and out of my hole; each time the plug went in, Cage gave a brief but intense squeeze. Every time my hole stretched around the fat part of the plug, my nuts shot pain up my spine. Not too long after, they stopped. Chairs were moved, I was repositioned and then one of them fucked into me, bouncing me up and down on their cock. Didn't take long until I felt another load inside me, and another mark on my chest. No sooner than he pulled out, another cock buried inside me. Hands grabbed my balls, and I knew this had to be Cage. He fucked me brutally, and squeezed and let off my nuts as if he didn't want me to have any idea of what was happening. I felt a new surge in my body again and then I flushed and I heard Cage cackle, "HAHAHA! I knew this was a fucking pain fag....he just has another orgasm on my cock with me crushing his nuts! Oh he's gonna be fun to have around!" With that, he let go of my balls, gripped my thighs and blew his own load inside me. Another load, another mark on my chest. Cage pulled around and someone else took his place. This went on a few more time, a few more loads, a few more marks. Some were short affairs - a few pumps and then a load and a mark. Others took their time. After a few, my hole was still on fire, but my body was wrecked. Horse was in my ear again "let's give you a little break, hmm." He stepped back and I felt another plug push inside me. It had to be bigger than the other, since it was a struggle to take, but I figured my hole was too loose for the other one again. With the plug seated, Horse removed the gag from my mouth and I felt a straw get inserted. I sucked and tastes the cool sweetness of orange juice. "We need to keep you hydrated and in place. Just drink what's here and then you can rest for a few." By the time, I finished the juice, I could taste a little something off about it, but I couldn't focus on it. My ass was still on fire and all I wanted to do was drift off. "Such a good little hole for me. You still have a long night ahead of you." And with that, I let myself float away and detach from the noise and men around me.

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.

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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.

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

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

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

I did not have to wait long until three men entered, and they started feeling me up and it was the first time any of them paid attention to my dick. I was ready to have someone suck me off but instead a cage was placed on my dick and my balls were tied off. What the fuck I thought and soon one of them was fucking me, he came quick and put a line on my ass but this time it was the other check of my ass. They all three breed me two on the left check and one drew on the right check. What I would find out later there was a minus on my left check and a plus sign on the right said. This went on for few more hour’s guys coming in and fucking me. Some would ungag me and let me suck them but most just bred me and left. Then the guy who had fucked me last week arrived. He got undressed fully and I could see his scorpion tat, that was what was covered. He must have just gotten it. He came over and ungagged me and fed me his huge cock and this time he was making me gag on it. He was rough and he make me puke a few times and then he went back and began to finger my hole. He spoke for the first time. Boy it looks like you will soon get a tat of your own, you have been busy tonight. I am going to get all the way inside you, you would not open for me last time, but I will re-arrange your intestine in order to make sure you get my load deep inside you. Fuck, I was so tied and sore and really did not wan him taking me like this, but I hoped once he was done, I could leave. He asked me if I wanted the gag. I said no, he replied then fucking don’t ask me to stop unless you want me to hit you in the head harder then last time, do you fucking understand boy. I sheepishly said yes, I understand. Right then I wanted to cry, scream and see if someone in the hall could hear me but I instead tried to relax my hole and then I heard the door and there was another guy who was going to do me. I suddenly had a blindfold slipped over my eyes and the guy said boy, you will need lots of poppers for this right. I have the ball gag right her incase you need it. He then started feeding me the poppers and rubbing my upper chest as that huge dick started to push inside me. The guys in front of me could see how uncomfortable I was, and he reminded me to not say a thing. He whispered, I have seen this man beat a bottom who would not listen so just relax and give him your hole boy. I began to make noise involuntary as he slides more and more inside me and then it began to really hurt. I said ouch and the guy slapped my head so hard I was dizzy. Tears started to run down my face and the guy put poppers back up and make me inhale and the guy fucking me pushed deeper in and finally he was balls deep inside me. It hurt bad, he stayed there and flexed his dick and the guy in front of me was coaching me through telling me to breath and to relax my hole. Three or four minutes later the guy behind me started to pull out and my breathing eased but then he slowly slides all the way back in and I could not help but make a high-pitched noise when he got close to bottoming out inside me and again the guy slapped my head and the guy in front of me said I told you boy. Tears welted up in my eyes again but after another ten minutes of slow fucking my hole gave way and he could really fuck me and another twenty minutes of drilling my ass and making me moan and even cum with my cock still in the cage he finally slides all the way in and unloaded inside me. There you go boy; you are a great little cum dump boy. He slides out and came around and fed me his cock. I could taste my ass, all the cum and some blood on his dick. I cleaned him while the other guy started to clean up my ass and when my rapist had dressed and left the nice guy told me he was going to unfasten me and that I should take a shower and go home but stay there just like you are till I leave. Heard the door and I took my blindfold off and went to the shower and looked in the mirror. Fuck does that mean what I think it means. All those lines on the minus side and only three on the neg side. Could that really mean what I think it means. I got on the shower and cleaned up and text the guy who set this up and asked him what it all meant, and he text back. Oh boy they reversed it. The side will all the line is ow many loads and the other side is how me were eaten out of you. Make sense. I liked his response but somehow it did not seem true. I felt like I should go to the doctor and get something. I know nurses can get PEP if they get exposed. I had to get home but wondered if I should stop and get something. I rushed back to my girl who was not texting and slide into bed with her and tried to sleep.

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...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 13 (The Week - Day 5) I craned my neck to look into the bathroom mirror and see my backside. The Sharpie had faded some, but I could still see the words CUM HOLE #2 on my smooth, tight ass cheeks and the 29 hash marks on the back of my shoulder. I had woken up and The Beast was already out of the house. Well, it WAS almost noon. I figured he went to the gym or to run errands or something. I took a long hot shower, spending extra time scrubbing at the Sharpie, getting most of it off. As I was drying off, I heard The Beast come through the front door, and I heard voices with him. I wrapped my towel around my waist and came into the living room. The Beast had his shirt off and there were two guys with him, each one sucking on a nipple and licking up into his armpit. They looked up as I entered the room. “Oh hi…” said the shorter one. Through his shorts you could see the thickness of his cock and the tight bubble butt that would soon be getting filled. He was covered in thick muscle and had dark eyes and hair. “Hey,” added the taller, leaner one. Although not as thick, his long cock had defied his underwear and I could see his head out of the left leg of his shorts. He wore a tank top and his arms (and I would assume the rest of his body) were covered with long, defined muscle. He had blonde hair and green eyes that exuded sex. “I’m Chris, this is my boy friend, Vince.” I began to introduce myself, “I’m—” “Just leaving,” The Beast cut me off. “Grab me some food and a coffee while you’re out. Take your time.” “He doesn’t want to join?” asked Vince. “Naw, he’s poz,” The Beast told them. Chris looked at me and sighed, “Oh, sorry. We only play with neg. You’re hot though.” I was slightly taken aback and that’s when I noticed The Beast’s old-fashioned jock strap with the really thick waistband peaking above his shorts covering his tattoo. He was planning on fucking with it on. I shrugged and headed into the next room, dressing quickly, grabbing the car keys, and heading out for a while. I went to the gym and worked out before grabbing the food and coffee. When I came back about an hour and a half later, they were still going at it in the living room. The couple was bent over side-by-side, using the back of the couch to brace themselves and kneeling on the cushions. They were both sweating profusely, passing poppers back and forth, and looking like they were trying to finish a triathlon. The Beast was behind them, jock strap clad, going back and forth between their holes. Now that they were naked, I could see just how hot both of their bodies were. Vince had really hairy legs and a nicely trimmed chest, but his ass was smooth except for a amazingly hairy crack. Chris was absolutely hairless. The Beast plunged into Chris who grunted and crunched his face. “Take that raw cock, you filthy cunt!” The Beast yelled at him. “You like that, bitch?” “Yes!” answered Chris through a groan. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” The Beast egged him on, slipping a couple of fingers into Vince causing the short stud to buck and moan. Chris remained silently, just whining on The Beast’s dick, hoping that would appease him. I knew better. “Answer me,” he pounded deeper into Chris. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” Chris and Vince looked at each other, both having their holes used in different ways. The Beast continued, “Okay, let me ask your boyfriend this…Has this bitch ever made this much noise or been this into getting fucked by you?” Vince looked upset, “No…” “Do you think he likes my cock better?” The Beast asked Vince. “Yes,” Vince replied with a crack in his voice. “Baby, no…” Chris said, wincing through a couple of violent thrusts from The Beast. “I love you.” “That wasn’t the fucking question, cunt.” The Beast interjected, “I didn’t ask if you loved me better. I asked whose cock was better? Now it’s your turn to say it out loud ‘cause your boyfriend already knows the answer. WHOSE COCK IS BETTER??” he demanded, really digging into Chris’ pusssy. This pushed Chris over the edge and he yelled out, “YOURS! Oh fuck, your cock is better than Vince’s!!” Satisfied, The Beast pulled his slimy cock out of Chris’ twat and pushed it into Vince’s waiting hole. Vince let out a few labored breaths still thinking about his boyfriend enjoying another man’s cock more. “How do you feel about that, faggot?” asked The Beast. “You okay knowing that your boyfriend likes my dick more? That when you fuck him, he might be fantasizing that it’s me again? That he’ll be craving more cock than you have to offer?” “No!” grunted Vince trying to process this and keep up with his fucking. “I hate it. I hate knowing that he’d rather get fucked by you.” “Tough shit, cumhole,” The Beast taunted and pulled out of Vince and back into Chris. Quickly, he plunged into one hole and then the other 5 or 6 times before he said to Vince, “I’m gonna’ cum in your boyfriend.” “No,” begged Vince, “I don’t even cum in him. You said you would pull out.” “I lied,” said The Beast. “Unless this bitch wants me to pull out,” he addressed Chris. “I’ll pull out if you want me to, but you have to say it. If you really don’t want to feel this cock that you love empty itself inside of you, you let me know.” I watched Chris struggle with his desires as Vince continued to beg, “Don’t do it. You always make me pull out. Don’t let him.” And then he turned on The Beast, “Pull out of him. He doesn’t want it.” “He has to tell me,” The Beast said. “You want me to pull out of your cunt? Or do you want it?” Chris was grunting and looking at Vince and then over his shoulder at The Beast plowing into him. He looked one more time to Vince, “I’m sorry, baby.” Vince started to cry as Chris began bucking back on The Beast, “I want it, yes! Fuck it into me! Give me your load! Use it up and seed me!” “Fuck yeah! You’re letting me use your ass like your boyfriend can’t! Gonna’ drop my load in you and send you home with him with my seed dripping out of your slutty cunt! FUUUUUUCCCKKK! TAKE YOUR BREEDING!” The Beast pounded and pounded as he came into the unknowing bottom. As Vince kept begging him to stop, which was futile now, Chris screamed and whined as his cock twitched and he shot all over the couch without touching himself. Before the cum was finished dripping from Chris’ dick, The Beast slipped out of his cum-soaked chute and grabbed Vince by the hair. With a yelp, The Beast pushed Vince’s face to Chris’ dripping cunt, “Clean up my mess, pussy boy.” Crying, Vince lapped up the poz semen being expelled by Chris’ ruined hole. Despite his humiliation, Chris was jerking his cock like mad and finally pulled back from Chris’ ass, his face covered in ass juice and cum, and blasted a load all over his own chest and face. The couple collapsed, breathless, and The Beast said, “I’m gonna’ get a shower. Show yourselves out, boys.” The couple looked a bit shocked as The Beast strode down the hallway and into the bathroom. I made my way to the kitchen and set The Beast’s food and coffee on the counter as the couple silently got dressed and left through the front door, avoiding eye contact with me. The Beast came into the kitchen, showered and dressed, looked at the cold coffee and food and said, “I’m hungrier than that now. You wanna’ go with me to get some food?” “Sure,” I smiled. Although he only allowed me a smoothie, we had another great conversation. We even talked about sexuality and coming out. Granted, he called me a “cumdump” and a “bottom bitch” a couple of times during that conversation, I had a really great time. When we got home, he told me we were going to do some lawn work before going out that night. There was something so sexy about working side by side him, shirts off, keeping up with his penchant for manual labor. Around 6 o’clock, he said, “Okay, you should go in and clean out and clean up. We should head out in about a half hour or forty-five minutes.” “Yes, sir,” I said as I finished what I was doing quickly, and padded towards the house. After douching my twat and putting on a jock strap and some shorts and t-shirt, we both got into his car and headed out into tonight’s adventure. It was a long drive, heading towards another neighboring city, but we headed to the outskirts. It wasn’t until we were driving slowly down a dirt road that I realized we were heading to the old penitentiary. It hadn’t been used since sometime in the 90s and although the fence we were passing through said NO TRESPASSING, the gate was wide open and the chain lay useless in the grass next to the road. There were several cars already in the parking lot. I noticed lights through some of the windows as we pulled in next to a nice looking sports car. “Come on,” The Beast growled as he got out of the car. I followed him to the entrance where there was a sandwich board with a logo on it depicting a jockstrap with a biohazard symbol on the crotch. The title head read TOXIC JOCK CLUB. What the fuck? The Beast pushed through the door and lead me down a tiled hallway, familiar with the layout. We reached another door and we went inside where there was a hot guy in his mid-30s with a crew cut. He wore a skin tight white T-shirt and a jockstrap with the biohazard symbol on the crotch. “Hey Brent,” The Beast greeted him. “Hey buddy,” Brent replied. “This the kid?” “This is him,” The Beast nodded. “And he’s still testing neg?” asked Brent. “As of last week, yeah,” confirmed The Beast. “Okay, cool.” Brent turned to me, “Okay, sign here, kid.” I looked to The Beast, who simply said, “Do it.” As I signed what I can only assume was a release, Brent passed The Beast an envelop, “Count it if you want, it’s all there.” “That’s not necessary,” The Beast said as he tucked the envelop in his jeans. Brent took the paper from me and said, “Follow me, boys.” He led us through a series of offices, clearly used by the staff to enter the inmate population. Before I knew it, we were walking through a tiled corridor that emptied into an extremely large group shower room. On one side of the shower room, there were a series of tables, each one with a hot guy sitting behind it dressed in the same skin-tight white t-shirt and biohazard jock. On the other side of the room, was a rubber fuck table amidst the drains and shower heads. There was a shower douche connected to one of the shower heads. Each table had a small placard hanging off the front. The placards read: INDIRECT DONORS $25 DIRECT DONORS $75 DOUCHE DONORS $35 BOTTOM DOUCHE DONORS $45 TOP DOUCHE DONORS $50 Each table had a small lock box on top and each of the hot jocks was counting their banks. It was too much to take in and decipher. And before I had a chance, Brent too me by the arm saying, “Come this way, let’s get your shit into a locker.” I stowed my clothes in a locker and was lead back to the rubber table in just my jock strap. I saw The Beast in the corner, chatting with one of the table jocks. He threw a wink in my direction, which for some reason settled my nerves slightly. Brent said, “Get up on the table. The members should be getting here soon.” I climbed up on the table and only had to wait about 5 minutes before other men started arriving. They were all built jocks, but the new arrivals didn’t wear the uniform. They wore just regular street clothes as they approached the different tables. I’m guessing the Jocks were explaining what each table and accompanying expense got them. Money was exchanged and the men were handed a key to a locker where they could put their clothes. As the men returned naked, each one ripped and muscular. This club was serious about it being jocks. They varied in ages, size, and hairiness, but they were all jocks, all athletic and muscular. I could barely keep up with what went on and the things that were done to me. Each man had a wrist band that coincided with the table labels. A tall stud with a distinctive baseball build took my ankles in his hands and held them up as he plunged his tongue into my cunt. I moaned and saw that his wristband said Direct Donor. I looked down my body at this gorgeous face buried in my pussy and saw the biohazard tattoo ripple on his huge pec. He was slobbering away at my hole as a tall lean black guy in his early 20s saddled up to my face and fed me his long 9 inches of uncut cock. Meanwhile, I saw a bunch of guys near by jerking off as they watched the activities. All of them had on wristbands that said Indirect Donor. In the other corner were two jocks, a bit on the twinkish side, standing and waiting. Both of them had on wristbands marked Bottom Douche. My brain was reeling enough, but then another Direct Donor – a hairy guy with a football build – shoved some poppers under my nose and I really began to fly. Just then the baseball stud pushed his dripping cock into my waiting hole. He had done a good job of warming me up and I sucked on his large dick with my cunt, moaning loudly. “Yeah, you need some dick, bitch?” he asked. All I could do is nod with the black cock in my mouth and moan. As the baseball stud fucked my cock socket, some of the Indirect Donors began shooting off, collecting their jizz in a sizeable plastic beaker. I couldn’t make sense of any of this. Where was I? What were these people doing? Just then some Top Douche guys approached the two twinks and began fucking them in the corner, the twinks moaning and whining about how much they wanted the tops’ loads. More Direct Donors arrived just as baseball stud dumped a huge load into my ass cunt groaning loudly and shouting, “Take that toxic cum, you neg whore!” I snorted and squeezed my ass, welcoming his poison. The black guy kept fucking my throat as another stud took the baseball stud’s place between my open legs. The new dick was thick and veiny and connected to a short, tight Italian stud that I would guess was a wrestler. His muscles were thick and compact, his arms sizeable and sporting a biohazard tattoo. He liked to punch fuck with his meaty cock and he got a big sound out of me every time his thick fucker stretched my cunt walls. I heard loud grunting from the corner and turned my head, dropping the black cock in my mouth, and saw one of the top’s ass convulse as he loaded up one of the twinks. Another Direct Donor took this opportunity to replace the black cock in my mouth with his own. A nice 8X6 owned by a lean, swimmer guy with a face like Channing Tatum started skull fucking my willing face, the biohazard tattoo on his pelvic bone slapping into my forehead. More of the Indirect Donors came into the beaker as Wrestling Stud pounded into me harder and harder, grunting and saying, “You like that thick cock, pussy boy?” “Yes, sir,” I garbled through the cock in my mouth. “You want my load in your cunt? Huh? You want my babies in your pussy? Here you go!!!” I felt his dick balloon and shoot thick HIV cum deep into my hole, making my insides spasm and shake with orgasm. He pulled his cock out and switched places with the Swimmer Stud saying, “Clean your filth off my cock, bitch.” I slobbered on his knob as Swimmer Stud slid his cock into my sloppy mancunt. As this happened, I noticed a few things. First, The Beast had Brent bent over in the far corner and was eating out his beautiful granite ass. My face flushed with jealousy. Also, the twink that had been cum in was heading to the shower douche and the Toxic Jock that was manning the doorway to the lockers grabbed some sort of funnel tube and headed toward me. The Swimmer Stud fucked me violently as the Toxic Jock approached saying, “Okay, free up his mouth.” The Wrestling Stud pulled his wet cock from me mouth and positioned my chin straight up in the air. The Toxic Jock placed the end of the tube in my mouth telling me, “Okay, get ready to swallow as much as you can. Do NOT take the tube out of your mouth, that’s what we paid your pimp for, got it?” I heard the shower and saw the twink shoving the shower douche up his ass, taking a gush of water into his asshole. I nodded slightly as not to disturb the tube. I looked up at this thick tube about 18” long. It looked like the tubing that you use in a hamster cage, but at the top was a large funnel. Swimming Stud kept fucking me as if he didn’t even notice all of the paraphernalia being applied to me right now. That’s when the twink came over, climbed up onto the table, and hovered his ass over the funnel. My eyes got big as the Toxic Jock said to the Swimmer Stud, “Just keep fucking him, keep fucking him.” The twink let loose with all of the water and cum that he had inside of himself, shooting it into the funnel. All of it flushed down into the tube and into my mouth. I struggled to swallow as fast as I could, tasting ass, semen, and water, but it was impossible and the water shot out all sides of my mouth like a geyser. I sputtered and coughed, laying there in a puddle of cummy ass douche, my hair soaked with it. This made Swimmer Stud start to shoot off in my cunt making me have my second orgasm. More men had arrived, and as the Black Stud stuck his dick in my cummy hole, two huge muscle jocks went over to the shower douche, wristbands simply labeled “Douche.” The Toxic Jock stayed with me, ready to position the funnel tube again as the first muscle jock stuck the shower douche up his ass. The Black stud started taunting me, “Look at you, drowning in ass pour, you filthy cunt. You like this, don’t you? Used by real men? Even the bottoms are using your mouth as a fucking toilet.” The first muscle jock came over and climbed up on top of the table. The Toxic Jock inserted the tube into my mouth and I held it in place as the muscle jock flushed out his bloated insides. I later found out, the Toxic Jock Club has a very strict rule for all those participating in the douche…they’re expected to be clean. No scat play in the Toxic Jock Club. The clear liquid expelling from his muscular ass rushed into my mouth and nose. I choked and gagged as I tried to swallow it all, once again failing as the excess volcanoed out the sides of my mouth all over the table and my head and chest. I couldn’t think of anything more degrading and I LOVED IT!! The place was hopping now! There were more Bottom Douches waiting in the corner to get creamed so they could douche and feed it to me through the funnel tube. There was a line waiting at the shower douche. I never went more than a minute without a new jock ass flushing my mouth with a gut full of water. All the while, I had a steady stream of thick, long cock plugging my cunt, filling my ass with toxic jizz and giving me internal orgasms. Not to mention, a crowd of onlookers constantly jerking off and adding to the plastic beaker of jizz. Apparently, each jock paid once for what he wanted to do but he could do it as many times as he wanted. If he wanted to switch activities, he had to pay again. As I was getting stretched by a thick 7 incher owned by a shredded Runner Stud, I heard the tables being taken down. The room was pretty crowded by now with all of the activities still so things certainly weren’t ending, but the Toxic Jocks joined the fun. Brent was first, douching and flooding my mouth with what I can only guess was The Beast’s cum mixed with water. The other Toxic Jocks took up the position of Direct Donors and took turns depositing their swimmers in my boy cunt. One more gorgeous than the other, muscles ripplings, each with a tattoo in some sexy place announcing their toxicity to whoever dare get them naked. Their large cocks ripped into my rectum, ravaging my already torn insides. So many internals, so much cum shot into my stomach via my cunt, so much slapping and smacking of my chest, stomach, and ass cheeks. And of course, during all of this, the funnel tube kept getting put into my mouth hole periodically and I was once again drowned with a douche being shot out of some guy’s ass hole. Once everyone was spent and satisfied with how they had abused my holes, the most handsome of all of the Toxic Jocks, Jake, went over to the crowd of Indirect Donors and asked, “Is everyone’s offering in?” They all murmured and nodded. He picked up the large beaker of sperm. This thing must have had almost a liter of poisonous semen in it. Jake brought it over to my body as Brent and another Toxic Jock each took an ankle and hoisted them back towards my shoulders, exposing my dripping cunt to the room. The keeper of the funnel tube removed the funnel from the mouth tube and lubed it up. Another Toxic Jock pressed the poppers to my nostrils, allowing me to inhale some extra big huffs, as the funnel was pushed into my gaping cunt. I strained my neck to watch Jake through my contorted legs. He tipped the beaker, pouring the collection of semen into the funnel in a steady stream. I tingled all over as I felt the slimy tub of man cream coat my insides, soothing sometimes, stinging other times. I moaned and whined watching and feeling all those different cumloads get poured directly into my cunt. The guys were cheering Jake on and making nasty comments about how trashy I was and all I was good for was bugging up. Finally, the beaker was empty and Jake handed the beaker off to the keeper of the funnel, who began scooping the cum clinging to the sides of the beaker into my mouth. Meanwhile, Jake removed the funnel carefully, quickly replacing it with a sizeable butt plug to keep all of that jizz inside of me. Fuck my abdomen felt bloated. I actually felt the cum sloshing around deep in my ass cunt. The jocks started to collect their clothes and leave. The Beast brought me my clothes, which I put on over the sweat and cum and spit and ass juice that covered me head to toe. As I dressed, Brent slipped The Beast his number and I felt that twist of jealousy in my stomach again. Jake, who seemed to be the head of the club, shook The Beast’s hand and commented, “This was a good one. Hotter than any of the others you’ve sold to us.” “Yeah, he’s a good piece of cunt, right?” agreed The Beast. They said their good byes and The Beast whistled at me like a dog. I ran over to him, following him out the door. We made it back to the car and I muscled through all of the feelings in my stomach and bowels as we drove home. I smiled the whole way despite any discomfort because that is still one of the hottest experiences of my life to date. The Beast looked over at me and asked, “You enjoy that?” “Yes, sir. It was tough and it was a lot, but I really enjoyed it. Thank you for letting them do that to me.” “You’re welcome, boy. You’re a good pussy boy.” “Thank you, sir.” Then he abruptly changed the subject to talk about whatever song was on the radio and whether I liked the singer. Then we talked about what other music we liked. And then we talked about concerts we had been to. And then we were pulling into his driveway. As we walked into the house, The Beast said, “You can sleep in the bed tonight but I don’t want you to shit any of that cum out. We’re going to take the plug out and you’re gonna’ have to feel it slip out of you gradually and wake up in a pool of stranger cum, got it?” “Yes, sir,” I complied. So I got to sleep in the master bedroom with The Beast again, feeling my bowels betray me and letting cum drip out of me like a nasty whore. Just like The Beast said, I woke up in a pool of semen, my ass and legs covered with drying seed. And that’s when it dawned on me. He still hadn’t fucked me. More to cum...