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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be gone from my internet!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It all started on my 18th birthday, I had just graduated a week prior and was planning on taking a gap year to save for college. My mother had died when I was twelve so I lived alone with my dad. When I came down my dad had made breakfast and was sitting at the dinner table in only a robe. I thought it was strange because my dad was almost always fully clothed, I hadn’t seen him without a shirt in years. His robe was rather loose and I could see his hairless but well muscled chest, and what looked to be nipple piercings. I could also see the edges of some tattoos but couldn’t really make them out. “There’s the birthday boy” he said getting up and hugging me “or should I say birthday adult” I was surprised when dad hugged me because he had shown me almost no physical affection ever. He just wasn’t that type of guy. “Here I am, thanks for making breakfast” I replied “You got any plans for today son” he asked, sitting back down. “I was gonna go get some food with my friends in a bit but nothing major” “Damn it’s your 18th birthday you should be out having fun, go party or hire a hooker or something” he said casually. This was getting really weird because I’d never heard my dad talk like this before. “ uh I’ll think about it I guess” I said “ I’ve gotta get going soon though so I’ll see you when I get back” “I’ll probably be out at work but before I leave I’ll try to find some old stuff your mom and I used to like when we were your age, I’m not sure where it is but I’ll probably find it by the time you get back” I got back a few hours later and went up to my room. When I got in I saw a box on my bed with a note on top. “Couldn’t find the stuff but I did find some of my old porn mags and thought you’d like them, the stuff from your mom is somewhere in the attic so feel free to look yourself” My straight laced quiet dad had given me his porn mags. What had happened to him, he was a totally different person than he was yesterday. As I opened the box it looked like normal porn from the 90s but it got weirder towards the bottom. Magazines of women being fisted or ones of girls fucking guys with dildos, at the bottom there was one that was all hairy men in leather gear. What the fuck, my dad had a collection of weird porn magazines and decided to give it to me. I was weirded out but also started to get a little hard. I took my pants off and began stroking my cock. I started looking at the magazines of girls getting fisted but eventually made my way to the leather men. I had never really thought of my sexuality but guessed I was bi. As I got close to cuming I noticed the final pages of the magazine were stuck together. As I pulled the apart some flaky dust fell out and I saw a picture of a big hairy man fucking a hairless one with the caption convert him. At that moment I came straight into the magazine. I looked at the dust and then realized it was my dads dried cum that was lying on my chest. I brushed it off as quickly as I could and stuffed the magazines back in the box. I soon heard my dad get home and him yell “ luke come down here!” “What’s up dad” I asked as I walked downstairs “I managed to get us a reservation at Mark’s steakhouse for your birthday dinner tonight we’re leaving in an hour” “Ok I’ll go get dressed” I replied going back to my room. An hour and a half later we arrived at the restaurant in dress clothes. As we walked in a giant man with a large spiked septum piercing and several tattoos visible at the edges of his shirt was walking out with a woman in a tiny dress who looked like she was tweaking out. “Matt how are you” he bellowed at my father as he went in for a hug. He squeezed my father’s ass hard and pulled my dad into him. “I’m better now sir” my dad responded as the man let go after a few seconds. “This here is my son Luke” he said pointing at me “Luke this is garret” “Hi there son” Garret said pulling me into a tight hug. “He’s one of the closest people I know and I think you’ll be getting better aquatinted with him soon” my father said “Well it’s good to see y’all but I have to run this slut is getting real horny” he said as the woman with him was practically humping his thigh “Nice to meet you” I mumbled in response as Garret left. “ hmm he’s got a needy one tonight” my dad said absent mindedly as we went to our table. We spent most of the dinner making pointless small talk until out of nowhere my dad said “so Luke how’d you like those porn magazines I left you, you know when I was your age I can’t even remember how many times I beat my dick to those” as casually as if he were asking about the weather “Uh they’re good I guess thanks” I replied awkwardly “ I’m glad to hear it you jerk off to them yet or do they not compare to your internet porn” he said chuckling to which I just shrugged “I’m just fucking with you I love me some good online porn too the magazines only show so much” dad said “Hmm” I responded shoving more food into my mouth Dinner continued on as normal as if he had not just asked what porn I liked. When we finally went home I went straight to my room hoping to avoid any more awkward conversations. A few hours later I went downstairs to get a snack when I heard noise coming from the movie room. I went to check it out and when I got to the ajar door I saw a girl getting fucked on the big screen. What shocked me more was that my father was not masturbating to it but rather riding a massive dildo with his phone in one hand and a brown bottle in the other. “ yeah she’s a total keeper but you should chill her on the chems she looks half dead, you gotta make sure she can still feel you monster cock sir” my dad said into the phone. That’s when I realized the girl getting fucked on the screen was th one garret took home from the restaurant and garret was the one fucking her. “If you’re done with her I’ll come over right now sir” my dad said, standing up off the dildo revealing a massive stretched hole.it looked as if his hole was tattooed along with a trampstamp I couldn’t make out. I ran back to my room and eventually went to sleep. I woke up at 5 am when dad was sneaking back into the house looking sweaty and unkept. That afternoon my father said to me “oh by the way son, garret will be joining us for dinner tonight” “Oh ok” I responded, unsure of what was going on. A few hours later garret arrived wearing a t shirt and jeans, confirming my theory he was covered in both hair and tattoos. He stood at about 6’5 dwarfing my 5’10 father and me, being 5’7 on a good day. The jeans he was wearing showed off a massive bulge that looked almost too big to be real. When garret arrived he gave my dad a long hug and me a shorter one. He went to the kitchen with my father to check on the food while he asked me to “go pour us some whiskey son, get a glass for yourself too” I was taken aback but my father simply nodded at me and went to the kitchen, being guided by garret as if he were deeply familiar with our home. I walked the drinks into the kitchen where I found Garret standing right up behind my father as they both gripped the counter. I sat down at the bar across from the counter and passed them the drinks. “Thanks son” garret said as my father simply grunted in response. “Don’t be rude Matt” Garret said pushing him forward a bit as my father let out a deep sigh. “Uh thank-uh you-o” my father struggled out. “Uh yeah of course” I replied as I decided whatever was going on in the kitchen was too weird and moved to the table. Garret came over a minute later and my father followed with the food. Garret mostly made small talk with my dad and me, until the topic of the steakhouse came up. “How’d you like Mark’s last night, son” Garret asked me “It was pretty good I’ve been there before but not much” I responded “That’s good me and the owner Clark go way back almost as far as me and your dad” “How long have you two known each other” I asked “About twelve years I’d say” Garret responded as my dad nodded. “Oh cool, so was that woman with you last night your girlfriend” I asked trying to see what my dad had been doing last night. “Oh Christi no she just some slut that I own, like your father” he responded casually “Huh” I asked unsure of what I just heard “Oh right your father still hasn’t told you, he’s my faggot slave, strip slut and show your son what you are” he said to my dad “Yes master” my dad said standing up. As he began taking his clothes off I realized not only did he have massive nipple ring, but he also had a tattoo on his shaved crotch that said “property of Master Garret” with a lock under it. Under the tattoo was another shock as I saw my father was wearing a chastity cage. “See he’s totally obedient, he even is totally fine with me making you into one of my slaves, in fact he loves the idea don’t you faggot” “Yes master please own my son and give him your toxic seed like you did to me and his mother” my dad said What the fuck did my mom have to do with this, she died in a car accident 6 years ago.

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

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

All my trips to "gay" towns like PS, PTown, Fire Island, etc have been a with bf --so I didn't have sex with anyone else in any of them. My international trips have also usually been with friends or family. Now that I'm single, I really want to go back to some of those locations and fuck fuck fuck. Ive always wanted to go to a gay resort and fuck constantly.

I'm a top dom, but lately in casual sex people don't like to be humiliated or insulted. Are you missing out on the fantasy of degrading a trashy bottom whore? Could it be that I'm not with the right people?

When I was with Greg, strangely enough, the question never came up. I think asking the question would have meant they would have had to acknowledge that we were a couple. That said, who was the man? We both were. Who was the top? We both were. Who was the bottom? We both were. It’s been to the point where I met people who were tops or bottoms exclusively. That’s cool, but I much prefer having a versatile guy.

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

I also don't want to be poz - that's why we are lucky to have options. I just love the feel of skin on skin, knowing how great it feels for a top to shoot a load deep into someone with nothing to stop his cum from filling the hole. I love to help a top man feel that power. It makes me feel great to do that for a man too.

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

versmetropig captures the spirit of the era perfectly. There were no cell phones or hookup apps, not even PCs, so hookups required more game. But it was not hard to score in the 70s. Especially in the cities. Simply walking down a sidewalk in the right neighborhood often lead to a hookup if you were looking. Walk past a guy and let your eyes linger on his crotch and he would often do the same. It was an exciting, free and easy, more innocent time to be alive. I rode Harleys back in those days and the "Tom of Finland" look, sans huge biceps and the gym body (although I did have a well muscled ass), came natural. The eighties, with the exception of the first couple of years, were hell. It is hard to explain how bad it was. People were dying, everyone was afraid, gays were ostracized. Having lived through those decades I really do think that the present is a golden age for gays, based on things like huge improvements in health care and general tolerance of gays and lesbians.

You took the words right out of my mouth! That is the hole I love!!

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

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

I found myself having some more time this weekend, so I decided to continue a bit more. Here is the next part: Part 5: Coming home Ethan decides to take Thomas and Johnny to his home as both boys live quite far by train. Upon reaching his apartment, Ethan shows off the impressive space: A large living area with plenty of comfortable seating and entertainment systems, an open-plan kitchen stocked with delicious foods and drinks, a modern bathroom suite featuring both traditional showers and bathtub as well as an attached sauna room perfect for indulging their darkest desires without leaving the comfort of home. But it is when they enter his "playroom" that truly sets their hearts racing with excitement, equipped with everything two submissive sluts like themselves could ever want or need: A vast collection of BDSM gear including whips, floggers, restraints, cock rings and nipple clamps hung neatly from pegboards adorning the walls; numerous sex toys displayed invitingly in glass cases along one side of the room; an expansive array of sex furniture ranging from a luxurious Saint Andrew's cross to various bondage frames perfect for keeping them spread wide open during long nights filled with debauchery and depravity. The main focus point of the room is a massive king-sized bed with ornate posts at each corner and covered in a silky latex sheet - ideal for tying up their victims while Ethan took his pleasure or using as a surface to tie them into various kinky positions. Overhead hangs an impressive collection of rope, leather and chain which can be used not only for bondage but also creating complex macrame designs to adorn the slaves further or simply adding an extra level of humiliation when incorporated into their BDSM sessions together as Ethan's pets. Finally, in one corner sits an intimidating looking device that looks like something out of a medieval dungeon - this is Ethan's favorite toy for punishing naughty slaves who dare defy him: The Judas Cradle, or an adapted version of it, which would ensure both boys learn their place quickly under his firm but loving guidance. Thomas tries to grasp how it works, when Ethan explains he can stretch their assholes out using the cradle, tying a boy up and using a complicated system of levers and pulleys, lowers them onto a dildo or other toy. Depending on the punishment this can go from pleasurable to very, very painful. With everything laid bare before them, Thomas couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe mixed with fear as he gazed upon this erotic temple dedicated to sin and pleasure at his master's command alone. But when those beautiful brown eyes meet Ethan's dark orbs filled with promises of pain, passion, and ultimate submission, Thomas finds himself unable to resist. He takes a tentative step forward before sinking down on one knee beside the bed in front of his new Lord and Master: "I belong to you now, Master Ethan." he whispers huskily as heat spreads through his body at the thought of finally finding someone strong enough to take complete control over his life - someone like himself who knows no limits when it comes to indulging their twisted desires. Johnny watches with a mixture of lust and dread as Ethan nods approvingly before ordering both boys to strip naked completely then proceeds to grab handfuls of each slave's hair forcing them down onto all fours presenting themselves for his inspection. Thomas's ass cheeks clench involuntarily in anticipation at what is yet come while Johnny's cock throbs painfully as Master Ethan begins running his hands over their bodies like fine works of art. As they are subjected to this intense display of power, Thomas feels a sense of peace washing over him knowing that he is no longer in control - but also realizing just how much he enjoys being pushed beyond his limits like this under such skilled hands which show no mercy nor remorse for the pleasure they extract from their helpless victims. Meanwhile, Johnny watches on transfixed by this mesmerizing display of dominance and submission knowing that he too will soon learn what it means be truly owned by a man like Ethan. After their inspection by Master Ethan, Thomas and Johnny are made to stand before him naked as they were born. With a look of absolute determination on his face, Ethan retrieves a small box from one corner of the room filled with chains and tools that look more at home in a hardware store than this den of iniquity. He moves swiftly yet methodically fastening heavy collars around each boy's necks before affixing matching sets of shackles to their wrists and ankles locking them onto the bodies permanently. These new adornments serve as both reminders and symbols of their enslavement; proof for all who lay eyes upon them that they are now fully owned by this powerful man who has claimed them both as his own personal playthings. With a satisfied grin, Ethan steps back admiring his handiwork for a moment before issuing forth commands which send chills down their spines at the thought of what lies ahead: "Now then...I want you both on all fours presenting your asses to me like the good little sluts you are," he says, his voice cold and emotionless as stone but still manages convey a sense of barely restrained lust beneath its surface. "Johnny, come here my pretty boy and let's see what we can do about getting that sweet tight hole of yours stretched nice and wide for me to fuck it good and proper." As Johnny moves forward obediently like a zombie under his master's spell, Ethan grabs hold of the back of Johnny's neck guiding him towards Thomas who has already assumed position as ordered. As their asses press against each other in this intimate embrace it's clear that both boys are aroused by this display of dominance. With one final push, Ethan shoves his massive cock head between Johnny's puckered anus, a first taste for the newcomer that instantly brings tears to his eyes at how big and thick it feels invading him so forcefully all at once. But instead of pulling back in pain as most would expect upon such violation, Johnny whimpers out soft moans begging Master Ethan not stop pounding away inside him, a fact helped by Ethan secretly applying some Tina to his cock head before pushing forward which ensures maximum pleasure while also causing confusion within Johnny's addled brain as he struggles against his own base desires for the attention and adoration showered upon him by this new Lord and Master. Thomas meanwhile watches on eagerly with lustful eyes, craving his own turn at being fucked senseless by their powerful master while also experiencing an intense sense of pride knowing full well that both he and Johnny will soon belong entirely to this man. Ethan takes full advantage of his power over Thomas and Johnny, thrusting in and out of Johnny's tight ass like a possessed man driven by lust alone while at the same time fondling Thomas' cock, rubbing it in circles until he is leaking precum all over his chest. When he feels that both boys are ready for their next round of debauchery, Ethan releases his cock from the wanting boy. Without pausing for even a moment to catch their breath, Ethan orders them both into position on their back. His plan is to tie each boy up spread eagled, laying next to one another like two cum-stained slabs of meat ready for his pleasure as he grabs hold of large syringes filled with a cocktail of drugs that will keep them both high and aroused until he decides enough is enough. As each needle pierces their flesh sending shudders of pleasure coursing through their veins, Ethan positions himself between the two bound boys taking turns fucking them mouth and ass while also forcing his cock down Johnny's throat until he can feel the boy gagging on it. He doesn't care though because for him this is about complete ownership; showing Johnny who holds power in this relationship while reminding Thomas exactly why he belongs to him alone. Ethan grabs another syringe filled with a powerful dose of drugs used to treat erectile dysfunction before squatting down between their legs aiming at Johnny's cock, which he knows has become hypersensitive thanks to all the abuse it's been taking over these past hours since Ethan claimed them as his own. With a quick thrust, he drives the needle deep into Johnny's engorged member causing him to scream in pain yet still unable to resist due to the mind-numbing effects of both the drugs already inside his system and mastery that Ethan wields over him so effortlessly at this point. Now, the only thing that is missing is getting high himself - watching over his two little playthings as they writhe beneath him helpless against their own base desires which he has twisted into something darker more sinister than either could have ever imagined possible when first joining his ranks just mere hours ago. With his heart racing from both anticipation and excitement, Ethan retrieves the final syringe from its place on a nearby table. He inspects it carefully making sure every detail is perfect before bringing it to bear upon himself as he positions the needle against his own flesh at his arm. Slowly but surely, he depresses the plunger releasing a potent mixture of chemicals into his veins that will enhance both sensation and pleasure while also numbing him slightly from pain allowing him to indulge in their perversions for longer periods without fatigue setting in. As he feels the warmth spreading throughout his body, Ethan's cock twitches, eagerly anticipating what is coming next - an intense session of fisting Thomas's asshole after first taking care to fill up Johnny. It's his way of reminding them both that even though they may think they can escape from this dark world, the truth remains: They belong to him now. Ethan moves behind Johnny whose eyes flutter shut unable to bear witness to what's about happen next, but still feels every touch nonetheless thanks in part to those wicked drugs coursing through their systems like electric current sparking new pathways of pleasure previously unimaginable. With a gentle yet firm grip, Ethan grabs hold of Johnny's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his tight rosy asshole still glistening wet with spilled cum and remnants of lube. The butt plug appears out of nowhere, its massive size dwarfing even Johnny's impressive proportions as it slides into his tight anus causing him to scream like a stuck pig but unable to stop himself from moaning, thanks again in part due those same drugs that are now beginning work their magic throughout their bodies, making them high on the pain just as much as the pelasure they were feeling earlier when chasing that first taste of release so desperately. As Johnny tries adjusting to this newfound intrusion, Ethan turns his attention towards Thomas who is lying there helplessly awaiting whatever torment Master Ethan has planned for him next. Without further ado, Ethan squirts a liberal amount of lube onto his large hands, preparing them for the task at hand while also giving Thomas time to adjust himself mentally and emotionally as he prepares to face what is undoubtedly going to be one of most intense ass-play experiences yet as their sadomasochistic journey together breaks past new barriers into depths. Thomas gulps down the lube that's been squirted into his hole, lubricating himself and making it easier for Master Ethan to take control. The anticipation of what is about to happen builds inside him like an avalanche gathering momentum, and his breath comes in quick little gasps as he tries his best to calm the racing thoughts that fill his head, knowing full well there's no escape from this sex dream turned reality now. Ethan positions himself behind Thomas and slowly but surely begins pushing one thick finger at a time into Thomas' ass, taking care not to rush things lest he damage something irreparable inside him. As each digit sinks deeper into Thomas' body, his hole stretches wider, opening itself up like petals of a flower under Master Ethan's gentle yet insistent touch. The sensation is unlike anything the boy has experienced before: part pleasure, part pain - all mixed together in a heady cocktail of debauchery that leaves him wanting more. Meanwhile down below where Johnny's ass was recently ravaged by Ethan's massive butt plug, he discovers its true purpose – as he feels intense vibration emanating from his bowels. At first, he thinks something has gone terribly wrong until he realizes what is actually happening: With every thrust or movement Ethan makes in Thomas's ass and every moan the boy exhales, the butt plug sends waves of pleasure coursing through Johnny's own body; amplifying and enhancing whatever sensations Master Ethan is creating within him. It's like being fucked from the inside out – a feeling that pushes the boy further into madness than even he thought possible. The sounds of pleasure fill the room as both boys moan and grunt with every move their master makes; their bodies betraying them as they succumb to this perverse fantasy world created just for them by none other than Master Ethan himself, who stands before them now – tall, proud and unapologetic about his desires or intentions for them in any way. His cock twitches with anticipation knowing full well that soon enough it will yet again claim both these delicious holes as its own; pounding them into submission under relentless force. His fingers buried deep inside Thomas' hole while simultaneously feeling the rhythmic pulsations from Johnny's ass brought on by the vibrating butt plug beneath him, Ethan decides that now is finally time for fisting – something he has been looking forward to ever since they first entered his chambers. With one last glance downward at both submissive boys beneath him quivering with desire and anticipation alike, he begins by pushing his knuckles into Thomas's now stretched-open ass hole, taking things slow at first to gauge the boy's response and make sure he doesn't cause any irreparable damage. As Thomas gasps and moans from both pleasure and pain, Ethan can feel his body trembling under his touch – a mix of excitement mixed with fear that sends shivers down Master Ethan's spine. With every thrust deeper into Thomas's body, the feeling intensifies: both for the slave as his senses are overloaded by this newfound intimacy, and for him who relishes in exerting power over another person through such extreme means of dominance. The sound of ripping flesh echoes through the room, drowned out only by moans of pleasure-pain emanating from both Thomas and Ethan as they reach heights of sexual intensity never experienced before. As Master Ethan's cock grows harder than it has ever been, he starts moving faster – pumping his fist in and out of Thomas with a furious pace that leaves neo-one guessing about his true intentions or desires in this moment. With each thrust forward, Ethan feels himself becoming more and more possessed by the power he holds over this beautiful creature before him; while simultaneously watching over Johnny's face down below as those powerful vibrations sent coursing through his own body transform the young man from one state of ecstasy to another at breakneck speed. Inside Thomas's ass, Ethan can feel his fingers sinking deeper into flesh that seems almost liquid now; the skin inside the boy's ass being the softest he's ever encountered yet still managing to provide enough resistance to make this entire act all that more thrilling for both participants involved. His hand is surrounded by heat, moisture and unbridled passion as each inch of his arm disappears into Thomas; pushing deeper than even he thought possible until finally there is nothing left of his hand on pulse. Just a massive fist buried deep inside another human being's body – a feat that would be considered [banned word] by most standards but under these circumstances serves only to heighten the experience, including Ethan himself who can feel his own orgasm building up within him. Thomas, on the other hand feels Ethan's fingers stretching him wide open; every inch of his ass being consumed by this immense presence that threatens to engulf him completely at any moment yet still managing to leave room for more – a sensation unlike anything he could have ever imagined before entering Master Ethan's world. The pain is unbearable at times, pushing Thomas right to the edge of his sanity but even then he can feel himself wanting more – needing more in order satisfy this insatiable hunger that seems to grow stronger with each passing second spent inside Ethan's chambers of depravity. Ethan starts punching harder now; taking what was once thought impossible to Thomas and turning it into reality right before their very eyes. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoes throughout the chamber along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from both boys below him whose bodies seem to be on fire with lust and desire for each other under Master Ethan's watchful gaze. Ethan continues punching at a faster and more brutal pace; his fist slamming into Thomas's now gapingly stretched-open ass with a sickening wet slapping sound that fills the chamber. The feeling of power coursing through him is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it only intensifies as he watches both boys writhe in agony beneath his touch yet still moaning and begging for more. Finally, Ethan feels himself start to slip out of Thomas's wrecked ass hole. As the last of his fist escapes its prison, Thomas's body goes limp with exhaustion and relief – every muscle tensed up from this non-stop assault on his senses. Looking down at the now gapingly open wreck that was once Thomas's ass, Ethan sees a pink cavernous hole staring back up at him; open and gapin, rimmed by swollen blood vessels and torn muscles stretched around it like rubber bands ready to snap at any moment. His cock throbs in response, aching for nothing more than plunging itself into this ravaged orifice and claiming it as his own in every conceivable way possible. Without hesitation, Ethan reaches down between Johnny's legs and frees the butt plug buried deep inside him – revealing yet another gaping hole that's been stretched open wide for Master Ethan's pleasure. With both holes now primed and waiting, he selects two of the largest toys from his collection; each designed specifically to test limits and push boundaries of human anatomy past anything the boys would have ever experienced. As he slides the first monstrous toy, a long but skinny tentacle dildo, into Johnny's ass – feeling it slide past layers of tissue that have been stretched so thin they barely offer any resistance – Ethan can almost taste blood mingling with precum on his tongue; a telltale sign that these holes are more than ready to take what he has in store for them without complaint or hesitation. And so, he begins: pumping the first toy into Johnny while simultaneously pushing the second one, a shorter and thicker cock-shaped dildo, deeper inside Thomas – intent on showing both of them who truly holds power over their bodies and souls. With them lodged firmly inside each boy's ass now, Ethan begins thrusting at a furious pace; grunting and moaning in tandem with his own movements as he watches two of the most perfect creations ever born being pounded into submission under relentless force of his insatiable lust. Ethan's cock throbs harder than it ever has before, leaking precum onto Thomas and Johnny below him; The urge to come growing stronger by the moment as he watches over these two beautiful submissive boys whose bodies have been transformed into nothing more than playthings meant solely for his amusement. And so, he removes Thomas's toy, lines up his cock at the entrance of this gaping hole before him and plunges himself deep inside with a single powerful thrust that sends tremors throughout not only Master Ethan but also the owner of the body being used as a vessel for his darkest desires. Of course, after all the abuse Thomas's hole is loose enough to easily accommodate such an invasion, not even providing enough resistance to make this act satisfying to Ethan's sensitive cock. As Master Ethan slides back out, he lubes up his hand and reaches for his cock once again – this time preparing himself for a dual-penetration unlike any other ever witnessed: he wants to jerk his own cock inside of Thomas's fleshy fuck canal. And so he does, pushing first one then two fingers deep into Thomas's ass as they start moving together in perfect sync with each other; sending waves of pleasure through both boys beneath him that only serve to intensify Master Ethan's own orgasm building up inside him with every passing moment. The master skillfully slides his fist back into the boy's hole, pushing further than ever before, stretching Thomas wider and wider with each thrust. With that it is time to line up his cock once again but this time there will be no gentle entry; Ethan plans on burying himself deep inside Thomas with both fist and cock simultaneously. For Thomas, this means his hole will soon be filled with two massive objects pushing against the walls of his insides: His ass now the ultimate plaything for Master Ethan's sadistic pleasure. Without further hesitation, Ethan positions himself at the head of Thomas's stretched-open ass; lubing up his cock with precum and lube before plunging both his fist and cock into the boy's hole in a single powerful thrust that pushes all boundaries of pleasure and pain even further than before. As he buries himself to the hilt inside Thomas, Ethan can feel every inch of his length disappearing into this gaping void; the heat and tightness surrounding him only adding fuel to the fire burning inside Master Ethan as he watches both boys beneath him quiver with desire and anticipation. Now fully embedded within Thomas's ass, Ethan begins moving – thrusting forward at a furious pace while simultaneously jerking his cock in time with his fist. His other hand reaches around to stroke Johnny's hard cock; teasing it mercilessly as he watches over him from the corner of his eye. As Ethan's orgasm builds inside, he feels himself grow larger and harder still – pushing against Thomas's now seemingly bottomless abyss with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from those beautiful mouths below: Two souls being molded into perfect creatures meant solely for Master Ethan's amusement. Finally, as the climax reaches its peak and begins to crest over them like a tidal wave, Ethan feels his entire body convulse – every muscle tightening in response as hot ropes of thick cum spill from his cock into Thomas's ass before being pulled back out again by the relentless rhythm of Master Ethan's thrusts. And with each stroke, another wave crashes onto their shores; marking them all as his forever and ever. The wave of climax washes over Master Ethan as his body convulses with each powerful thrust; the sounds of skin slapping against flesh and cries of pleasure-pain echoing throughout the room like some perverse symphony only heard by those who dare to venture into these darkest corners of human nature. As he finishes emptying himself inside Thomas, Master Ethan feels the urge to humilate the boy, reminding him of his place and role in this twisted tale. With a smirk, he leans down and whispers into Thomas's ear, "You know, Thomas, I can barely feel your insides anymore when I fuck you. It's almost as if your ass wasn't designed for a cock, but more as a canal to fist and pump." His words carry weight that sends shivers down the boy's spine; both from embarrassment and excitement at being so deeply marked by Master Ethan. He slowly slides out, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake. Thomas is gaping, his insides clearly visible and the cum Ethan deposited slowly dripping out. Ethan grabs the vibrating plug that used to be stuffed into Johnny, and puts an end to that, stuffing the boy’s hole. Next, it's time for some special attention for Johnny as well: With one hand still firmly wrapped around his cock – now hard as a rock thanks to all the teasing earlier – Ethan pulls back, lining up Johnny's hole with his still engorged member. But instead of simply entering him, Master Ethan decides on adding another level of humiliation before allowing himself this release. Grabbing a handful of Thomas's ass juice from the mess surrounding them on the floor, he forces it into Johnny's ass – making sure that every last drop seeps inside his hole as he grinds against him, pushing and pulling while forcing Johnny to accept this filthy offering from Master Ethan's own hand. With a final push forward, Ethan slides himself deep into Johnny; moaning loudly as he feels their bodies intertwine in yet another act of submission and dominance. And as he begins moving within Johnny, Master Ethan feels himself getting closer and closer to release just minutes after emptying himself inside Thomas. But before that can happen, he pulls back once again, ready to deliver another round of humiliation meant specifically for Thomas's loose hole and shattered pride beneath him. "You see, Thomas, my cum is still pouring out of you while your asshole clamps down on that huge plug," Master Ethan shouts maliciously, "and that is why I kept your friend around: not only for his pretty face and mouth, but also for that amazing ass of his; tight enough to hold my load yet loose enough when I need it." With that final word of humiliation, Master Ethan lets go, unleashing a torrent of cum inside Johnny as their bodies finally give way under pressure building up inside both boys for far too long. As exhaustion finally washes over Ethan, he clarifies "Your hole is meant for stretching, a loose pussy incapable of pleasing my desire to fuck." He then moves towards Thomas who looks completely drained and used as Master Ethan pulls out his still-hard cock from Johnny's ass. With one last glance at both boys beneath him – now soiled with his own seed and the evidence of their submission - Ethan stands up, signaling the end of this particular scene in his ongoing saga of depravity and degradation. The boys look at each other, still affixed to Master Ethan's bed. Their eyes say more than a thousand words: They are happier than they have ever been before. They are both now marked for life as property; serving different uses but always under the same command – to be used however Master Ethan sees fit without hesitation or complaint. And while this may sound like hell on Earth, for them there is no other way they'd rather live their lives than by submitting completely into Ethan's twisted fantasies of control and domination. For in those darkest corners where most fear to tread, lies the ultimate liberation that comes from knowing one's true purpose and embracing it without reservation.

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

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

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

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**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 18. In the evening, Tom sent Mark and Peter a detailed account of what had happened with Dan. Tom told them how Dan had been hoping to work up the courage to try sex with a man and get his own cherry popped. Mark and Peter were immediately ready to help Dan. Mark and Peter suggested that Tom could ask if Dan would like to come and visit them the following weekend with Tom. Tom immediately marched into Dan's room to tell him about Mark and Peter's proposal. Dan was clearly excited by the proposal, but suspected that it might not work out anyway. Dan has a soccer game on Friday, so maybe it's too difficult. Tom asked what was so difficult about that. They can go to Mark and Peter after the game on Saturday. Dan was delighted by this and asked if Tom could ask if it was possible. Mark and Peter immediately responded that it is a perfect fit. Mark asked at the same time that it would be nice if Tom could send Dan's picture to them. Tom snapped a picture of Dan and posted it on Whatsapp. Both men immediately reacted to the photo with a flame and asked for a full-body nude photo. After a little conversation, Dan took off his clothes and Tom sent the picture. --> Flames. Picture from behind? --> Flames. The picture of Dan on all fours on the bed? --> Flames. The picture of Dan on all fours on the bed with his ass up and his head down? --> Lots of splashing drops. "Dan's football boy body is like a fairy tale. Lean and muscular at the same time. Tight six pack, narrow waist, thick thighs and super muscular buttocks. If Dan doesn't know, men will love him," wrote Peter to Tom. Dan blushed as Tom showed him the message. Tom snapped a picture of Dan still with his ass up, head down and looking shyly back at the camera. Holy shit, perfect marketing photo, said Mark and Peter in unison when Tom's latest picture arrived on Whatsapp. Innocent looking. A football player. Virgin. And most importantly CUM HUNGRY. "We'll definitely beat last Saturday's sales record easily," praised Peter to Mark. Mark and Peter now had three days to finish everything. Marketing must start immediately. Mark designed the ad text: "When one hole isn't enough - Double Hole Saturday. Last week's star Tom brings his virgin big brother Dan. 18 and 20 year old cum hungry holes are just waiting for you. Save the contents of your bags until next Saturday. REAL NO LOADS REFUSED BROTHERS!" Mark built a slide show of both Tom and Dan's innocent faces, Tom taking a biohazard cock blindfolded in a sling, and a seductive image of Dan with his ass up. Together, Mark and Peter decided that there is such a big event coming up that it is worth expanding the marketing area to nearby towns as well. It may very well be that the faces and asses of this innocent duo will make men come from a long way to the fuck party.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 17. At home, Tom immediately ran to his own room and closed the door behind him. Tom tore off his clothes except for his jockstraps. Tom dug out the condoms and untied them. Very quickly Tom had replaced the butt plug with condoms in his ass. All three condoms were hanging from Tom's asshole so that the open ends of the rubbers were inside Tom. Tom took a picture of his ass and sent it to Mark and Peter. It wasn't true that I would never have a condom in my ass again, wrote Tom as an accompaniment. Even now I have three that I found in the park toilet trash. One by one, Tom emptied the contents of the condoms into his ass, taking a new picture in between each one, which he sent to the men. GOOD JOB, replied Peter quickly. There was also encouraging feedback from Mark. Mark also wrote that he had guessed that the video trailer would activate the young cum pig again. At the exact same moment, the door to Tom's room opened and Tom's older brother, Dan, who was two years older, entered. Dan stared at Tom, who still had three empty condoms hanging from his ass. "WHAT THE HELL," yelled Dan. He had been home when Tom had rushed home in the middle of the day and had come to see if Tom was all right. "WHAT THE HELL. ARE YOU PICTURED HERE WITH YOUR OWN ASS AND ARE THOSE RUBBERS IN YOUR ASS" yelled Dan. Tom was very scared. Dan is not allowed to tell the parents what Tom has done. Dan calmed down a bit and came to sit next to Tom on the bed. Dan wanted Tom to tell him everything that was going on here. And Tom told. Tom told all about the previous weekend. He told about Mark, Peter, the sauna and the recent visit to the toilet. He told about the man who had thrown Tom's butt plug into the urinal. He told about how he had taken condoms out of the trash and emptied their contents into himself. Tom showed how his useless cock was crushed in a chastity cage. And that he had just sent Mark and Peter pictures of himself. He also told about the video he had received in the morning. Tom told absolutely everything. Even the fact that Peter and Mark's sauna is very popular among poz men. Dan was silent for a long time. After that, Dan asked to see the video. Tom opened the video on his cell phone and handed the phone to Dan. Dan watched the entire video and listened as Tom begged men he couldn't even see to inject their dirty sperm into Tom. Dan was silent again for a long time. Sometimes looked Tom in the eyes and sometimes the condoms still hanging from Tom's ass. Finally, Dan pulled the condoms from Tom's ass and grabbed the ass plug next to Tom. He shoved it up Tom's ass and said he was jealous of Tom. Dan was jealous of Tom's courage. Dan had never once had sex with any man, even though he had been dreaming about it for several years.

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

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 15. On Sunday evening, Tom returned home to his parents. Before leaving, Mark and Peter had both fucked Tom and seeded Tom's ass. Peter had changed Tom's butt plug to a much larger one. Peter noted that Tom's hole had already loosened enough that the average plug would no longer hold the sperm well enough inside Tom. The whole bus ride home, Tom thought about what had happened over the weekend. The whole way Tom rocked himself against the seat of the bus and felt how the ass plug rubbed Tom's prostate wonderfully. At home, mother had cooked dinner and the whole family, mother, father and big brother Dan, were eating at the dining table. The parents wanted to hear how Tom's weekend went and if Tom had a good time. Tom invented all the lies that he and his friend had done during the weekend and assured that the weekend was very successful. After finally getting to his own room, Tom got to play with the new butt plug that Peter gave him. Tom pulled it out and pushed it back countless times until finally he fell asleep. The week started quite normally. On Monday morning, Tom left for his summer job at a sporting goods store in a nearby shopping center and returned home in the evening. Again, before falling asleep, Tom played with his plug again. On Wednesday morning at the breakfast table, Tom's phone beeped. Mark had sent him a Whatsapp message with the text: Now the movie trailer is finally ready and a link to a page where Tom himself has previously gone to watch gay sex videos. Tom's head went blank for a moment, until he remembered the Saturday night videographers. Hell, thought Tom. He had forgotten the whole thing and the video taken on Saturday had apparently been put online, concluded Tom. Tom ate really quickly and told his parents and Dan that there was a message from work that he should get there as soon as possible. Tom pedaled his bike to work as fast as he could and almost ran to the basement of the sports store where there were changing rooms, showers and toilets. Tom went straight into one of the booths and locked the door. Hands shaking, he opened a link in a Whatsapp message that led to a video: TRAILER: TOXIC INNOCENCE. The video was about 5 minutes long with a lot of quick cuts. At the beginning, pictures of a smiling and innocent Tom were shown, as well as clips of Grinder messages between Tom and Mark. Tom reminded many times that all sex must be absolutely safe. After that, the situation suddenly changes when the video shows the events in Tom's motel room, where it is clearly seen how Tom himself tears the rubber from Mark's cock and places cock on Tom's unprotected hole. On the beach, it is shown how Tom goes to the bathroom with unknown men with big dicks. Every viewer knows what it's about. It is also shown how Tom rides Mark's unprotected cock on the beach and how the men gathered around jerk off in heat and encourage the little slut to take the sperm inside him. In the end, blindfolded Tom is shown begging unknown men to empty their bags into Tom's hole. At the end of the video, it is said that the full-length film TOXIC INNOCENCE will be released soon. Tom is shocked at how Mark and Peter posted the video without Tom getting approval first. At the same time, however, Tom had to admit to himself that the video was starting to tickle his ass again. Just an ass plug is no longer enough, Tom needs to get cum in his ass again.

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

Chapter 7 - Kenny’s POV Damn! I had just shot my third load of the night into the hottest little white pussy boy I had ever fucked. He was a virgin until earlier tonight, and he took my 14.5” and thick as a beer can big black dick like a champ. I even got to use my new PA that was meant to tear up neg pussy boy insides so that my highly viral load could get deep inside and infect them with my strains of HIV. My latest visit to the doc at the county health department had gone well, at least in my eyes. He’d been trying to get me on meds for years, but I told him I couldn’t afford them. For some reason, I didn’t qualify for the free program either. Maybe it was because even though I’m pretty poor on paper, I still make too much to qualify. I know for real I make good money though because I sell lots of good drugs on the side and have quite the long list of clients always hitting me up from premo shit. Either way, the doc was telling me that my viral load count was getting dangerously high, and if I kept down this path by my next visit I’d most likely have full blown AIDS. My viral load count was 2.5 million and my CD4 was at 103. He told me if my CD4 got below 100, then that’s considered full blown AIDS. While he was concerned, my dick chubbed up at the thought of having a truly huge death stick ready to convert any neg bottom who needed to be owned by a BBC. That’s when I went to my tattoo and piercing guy and asked him what he could do to help me out. He showed me the new PA that had 6 very sharp pointed spikes that went all around the circle of the PA and were meant for nothing more than to rip and tear open the insides of whatever hole was being fucked. I chubbed up again. I laughed an evil laugh and told him to ring it up while he just smirked at me and said that he feels for any hole that gets used by me with that on. “Even if you weren’t hung like a motha fucka, Kenny, that thing would do damage. As huge as you are and how rough you fuck, you’re liable to send some bitch to the hospital needing stitches in his ass,” he said. “Does that mean you’re volunteering?” I asked. “Hell no! Once with you was enough. My hole still trembles thinking about how hard you used me that time when I couldn’t pay up for my stash.” “It’s all good. I mean I enjoyed your ass, but I know you prefer to top, so it’s not as much fun if you’re not truly into it. I like to make guys scream, moan, bleed, but I also want them to be into it too. I mean rape can be hot too in the right situation, but I much prefer a partner who begs and wants this snake versus one who complains or whines about it,” I said. “By the way, if you get any other piercings like this that are twisted, let me know.” “You got it, man. Hey, if you really want to do more damage, we can always do a Jacob’s Ladder piercing on you. As big as you are, we could probably get 10 bars down the length of your dick.” “Let me think about it. I know it’s hot but with as much travel as I do, that’s a lot of piercings to take in and out every time I have to go through the metal detectors at the airport,” I said. I then paid for the piercing, dropped my pants and put it in while my bud just laughed. I told him I needed to see how it felt and was on my way out the store. Armed with a lethal PA and deadly toxic seed, I sought out the first bottom I could find. Of course he couldn’t take it, so I was frustrated. Then I was out of commission for two weeks trying to pass another damn kidney stone, so when Tre hit me up and told me that he had a hot young white boy pussy that was almost virgin, I was hoping I’d get to finally unleash the beast and release two weeks worth of built up toxic seed. Fuck, he was so worth it. I got him high as fuck and tore his ass up with my deadly spiked PA. Tre’s boyfriend Javi saw how much damage I was doing to the white pussy boy and demanded for me to wreck his insides as well. Even though I’m pretty sure that I converted both Tre and Javi, I had caught a new strain of HIV since we had last played, so I was sure I could get Javi sick again with my new strain if I fucked him hard enough. I hadn’t got to tell Tre of Javi the latest news from my doc, but I would later once things calmed down. I know I had turned them into kinky stealth fuckers like me after I had stealthed them both, so it was hot watching them spread my strain and hear their stories of their conquests. But, I needed to get back to the present. Tyler wanted more cock, and my evil brain knew who just to invite over. “So Ty, you want more big dick huh? You think you can take more? I mean I know some pretty big guys,” I asked. “Do you really, Kenny? I mean like are they as big as you? Or bigger?” Ty asked. I laughed out loud. “You horny little pussy boy. You want a dick even bigger than mine? Do you think you could take it?” Ty just giggled like a little school girl. So, I asked him what was funny. “If you get me high enough, I could probably take a dick a little bigger than yours. I don’t know. My insides feel totally opened and wet. But my hole just keeps wanting more dick. I think the slam really made my hole hungry. Does it do that?” “Yes, it does, especially for white boy cum sluts like yourself. I do have a buddy that’s bigger than me, but I don’t know if he’s gonna be free. I can text him and see. But, I do know some buds that are probably chillin right now that would be down to breed your white ass with their big dicks. Do you want me to text them too?” “Really? Tre, Javi, is it ok if we invite them over? I mean this is your place. I don’t want to seem rude by trying to invite more guys over without your permission,” Ty asked. “Sure, I’m down. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get another load out of Tre of Kenny for at least another hour while they recharge, but I’m ready to breed you while we wait for others to arrive,” replied Javi. “Sweet! OK, Kenny. Text all of your buds and see if they want to breed me. By the way, how big is the guy that’s bigger than you?” “I’m not going to tell you, slut. You only get to find that out in person,” I told Ty. I picked up my phone and texted my bud that was bigger than me and three other buds and told them what was going down. One hit me back right away asking for pics of the little white boy pussy. “Ty, get on your back and pull your legs back to your shoulders. I need to take a pic of that hungry white boy pussy for my buds.” Ty didn’t question my command at all and did exactly as he was told. I wondered if he wasn’t so high would he still obey as quickly. I decided to file that in the back of my mind for later confirmation. I took pics of his whole body, his face, his cute little nipples, his little dick, and his gaping hole that was red, torn, and still dripping reddish tinted cum. I texted those to my bud. He quickly asked for the address. So I sent it to him. He said he’d be on the way and was bringing his bro with him. I texted back that it was cool, the more the merrier. I told Ty that one of my buds was interested and he got all smiley and happy. Javi then said, “Well since you’re presenting that pretty pussy like that, I might as well fuck it.” Javi mounted Ty and started fucking him. Tre got up and told me to follow him to the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom, Tre was like that was the hottest fuck he ever had. And he was thinking about getting a PA like mine. I told him I could hook him up with my guy if he was serious. Then he asked, “So, you think we got him knocked up?” I just laughed and told him about my recent visit with the doc, my numbers, and my new strain. “Fuck, so you probably just gave it to the kid and recharged Javi too!” “That was the plan, bro. My dick was hungry after going two weeks with no sex.” My phone buzzed and another of the guys hit me up. I quickly sent him the details and he replied back he was down. So, I gave him the address and he said he’d be there in 15 minutes. The first bud texted me that he had stopped for gas and would be there in about 10 minutes. I told Tre that they were coming. “You think that bitch and take some more big dicks?” “Yeah, and who do you know that’s bigger than you, bro? You know I rarely bottom, but for a big dick like yours, I like the challenge,” Tre said. I laughed, and told him the same thing I told Tyler. You’ll have to see it in person. He just laughed and agreed. I told him if he hits me back up we’ll see what happens. “You ready to go back in there and get him slammed again. Do you think another .7 or is that too much?” Tre just shrugged his shoulders and asked if I wanted him passed out again. I thought about it and the guys that were coming. “Well two of the guys that are coming are poz also. One has a biohazard tattoo on his back. Do you think the kid will figure it out if he sees that?” Tre just shook his head and said that he thought the kid was pretty naive, so probably not. “What about the third guy? Is he poz?” asked Tre. “I don’t know dude. Never met him before. But if he’s been playing with my bud raw, then there’s a good chance he is.” “Damn, we need to get the details. I don’t want no one freaking out and calling the cops on us,” Tre said. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Let me text my bud and find out.” As I texted my bud to ask the status of the guy he was bringing with him, Tre said he was going to go check and make sure Xavier was still snoring soundly and then go back to watch Javi breed Ty. He told me to text him to come back to the bathroom if we needed to talk more about the guys who are coming. Right then, my phone buzzed. Bro #1: Bro, he’s chill. My bud is poz too. He’s Blatino and got a 11.5” dick that’s pretty thick. Me: That’s what’s up. Any tattoos or things that identify him as poz? Bro #1: He’s got a biohazard tattoo like me. But his is on his left pec. Me: OK, the white bitch was a virgin until earlier tonight. He’s high as fuck but doesn’t seem to know about poz tattoos. I think. Who knows? We’ll just play it by ear. But tell your bud that this is a stealthing operation. Bro #1: Dude my dick just jumped. Hell yeah we’ll knock this bitch up for sure. My bud here just converted two weeks ago so his numbers are high. Me: Not as high as mine. 2.5 million viral load count. Bro #1: Fuck dude, he’s poz then. Me: Ya especially after I tore him up with my new PA. I then sent a bud a pic of my dick with the new PA in it. He was impressed and said they were both ready to breed. I was about to go join the others when my phone buzzed again. Bro #2: Yo bro, we gettin high? I haven’t nut in over a week. You know if I’m high I can shoot several loads. Me: Ya fo sure. I’ll get you slammed when you get here. Oh and we are stealthing the btm, so keep the poz talk on the DL. Bro #2: Fuck ya bro! I’m ready. See you soon. I joined the others back in the bedroom. Javi now had Ty on all fours and was fucking him hard while Tre had gotten in front of Ty and was letting him suck his dick. Tre was not fully hard yet, but I could see his dick coming back to life. I grabbed the cup of water that had since gone cold and told Tre I was going to get more hot water to get the slams ready. Ty pulled off of Tre’s dick and looked at me. “Can I get another slam too? Oh and some more G? I like that stuff!” said Ty. “Sure, baby boy. I want you to get high and enjoy all the big dicks in your ass. By morning, your hole ain’t gonna even know how to close.” I laughed and left the room. As I was leaving, I heard Ty mumble something about he didn’t want his hole to stop being fucked. Damn, he was a natural white pussy boy if I had ever met one. From virgin to BBC whore in less than 4 hours. I went to the bathroom and got more hot water. When I got back to the room, Tre already had the four points we used earlier opened and was filling them with T. “Who’s is who’s?” I asked. He looked at me and whispered if it mattered. I just kinda laughed and said no. I also pulled out three more points. “How much are you putting in each?” “.5 for me, you, and Javi. .8 for Ty. How much do you want for your buds that are coming?” asked Tre. I told him to do .5 for them as well. “You want to really get this party flowing, huh?” I just nodded. “I’ve never done more than .4 before but I figure a little extra boost will help me get rock hard again and let my poor nuts build up some more special seed,” Tre whispered. I don’t really know why we were whispering to each other. With all the grunts and groans coming from the bed, I doubt Ty could even hear us much less focus on what we were talking about. “OK, it seems like you know what you’re doing. I’m going to go get another Gatorade from the fridge and get the G ready.” As I was in the kitchen, my phone buzzed and my bro texted that he was here. I told him the apartment number and to come up. As I let him in, my bro with the bud texted that he was here too. So I gave him the apartment number. Soon all four of us were standing in the kitchen, and I gave them each the details of the situation. “OK, the white bitch cum slut was virgin until tonight. He’s high as fuck. We are all about to slam and take some G. I got slams with .5 ready for each of you.” The guy that was new to me just bugged out his eyes, so I stopped. “Is that going to be ok?” He said yeah he’d just never done more than .25 before. “That’s cool man, if you want less we can do that.” He just shook his head and said he was down to try a big slam, so I continued. “He is negative or was until we started fucking him. He can take dick like a champ and loves it rough. The harder and rougher you get, the better. Breed him and rough him up and let's make sure this bitch converts tonight.” They all agreed, so we headed to the bedroom. I led them back to the bedroom. As we walked in, Tre welcomed the guys and introduced himself, Javi, and Ty. He then said you guys obviously know Kenny, and asked them to introduce themselves. My first bro who came with the new bud said, “I’m Jay, and this is Mike,” pointing to his new bud. My second bud piped up and said, “I’m Chris. Let’s get this party going.” Ty watched the guys with hunger as they all stripped down to everything but their underwear. His eyes were glued to their packages and I seriously thought he was going to start drooling. Right about that time, Javi screamed he was going to bust, and he started pile driving into Ty. Ty looked back at Javi and said, “Yes, Javi! Give me your special seed. I need more cum deep in my white boy pussy from your big Latino dick.” Jay and Mike both just watched and smiled. Chris went to where Tre was and asked if he needed any help. He said no but looked at me and said the rigs were ready and asked me who was going first. “I think Ty should get his slam first so that he’s ready as soon as these guys get theirs.” I looked over at Ty, and he just looked back and gave me a big smile and thumbs up. I went over to Ty and told him to open up. I gave him 4 shots of G. I whispered to him that the extra one was so that he would be really horny and ready for all of us. He just smiled. I then grabbed his arm and told Tre to hand me the rig for Ty. Ty, already knowing what to expect, straightened out his arm to me and smiled. I found his vein quickly and told him to get ready. He nodded as I pulled back and got a register of blood. I then slowly depressed the plunger and pulled the needle out. He raised his arm over his head and immediately started to cough. I looked up and saw a little trickle of blood start to roll down his arm, and I just licked it up. Ty was too far gone in feeling the rush to notice. But, I distinctly heard Chris behind me say that was hot as fuck. I then went to my bros that just arrived, Jay and Chris, and gave each 2 shots of G and slammed them. Mike was next and said he’d never had G. I told him he’d love it. After he got 2 shots, he said it tasted awful. As Chris passed him the Gatorade, I told him to chase it and then take another sip and swish it around in his mouth to get rid of the taste. I then got Mike’s arm ready, found his vein, pulled back to get a register of blood, and then pushed the plunger into him. He raised his arm and started coughing like Ty. I looked at him and cocked my head, “You sure you done this before?” He was coughing still and looking at me trying to say something. After a few more coughs, he looked up and said, “Ya bro, but it’s been over a year, and I only did it once.” I looked at Jay and raised my eyebrows. “Don’t sweat it, Kenny. He’ll be fine. He wanted to do this. Plus, his dick is bigger than mine, so I know he’ll do some damage to the kid.” “Alright, but he’s your responsibility.” I looked back at Mike and asked, “You ok, bro?” He just had a stupid grin on his face and was massaging his dick through his underwear. He looked at me and told me he was cool and ready to fuck. Ty heard that and he got on all fours and presented his ass to the guys on my side of the room. As he did that a little fart came out of him and a huge glob of reddish cum pushed out of his ass and quickly dropped down to his balls and then fell to the bed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so crude,” Ty said worriedly. Tre, Javi, and I all chuckled. Mike, now fully hard, looked at the hole, the cum, and decided he’d had enough. He got up, pulled off his boxer briefs and walked over to Ty as Ty went bug eyed looking at the big dick pointing at him as it came near. When he got to Ty, he asked him if he was ready for more. Ty just nodded quickly as Mike slammed his entire dick in with one big shove. “Fuck, yes! This bitch is super wet and open but somehow still tight,” Mike exclaimed as he pulled out and slammed in again. He did that about 5 more times when he noticed the room was quiet and looked back at the rest of us. “Oh shit, man! I’m sorry. Did I go out of turn? Or were we supposed to wait?” “No, don’t stop!” Ty whined. “Kenny, please don’t make him stop. I’ll do anything you guys want, just keep fucking me. My pussy needs dick now. Fuck me harder, Mike. Please!” Mike stayed still waiting on our response. Meanwhile, Ty started fucking himself on Mike’s dick. “Mike, come on. Fuck me please. Damn, this is a big dick. I think you’re bigger than Tre.” I laughed. “Mike, shut that bitch up and fuck him. You heard him. He needs dick. Give him your big dick and fill his white boy pussy up with your special seed.” Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Ty’s hips and started pounding into him hard and fast. Ty just started moaning like the whore he was. Tre came up to me and told me he and Javi were ready for their G and slam. So I gave Tre and Javi their doses. Right as Javi was getting his plunger pushed in, Mike started grunting. “Take that big Blatino dick you white whore! You want this nut? I’m about to bust a big load deep in your pussy. Get ready!” Mike shouted. He then started shaking and pounding erratically as he started cumming in Ty who just moaned. When Mike was done, he slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Ty. He was breathing heavily as Ty turned around and started licking his still hard dick clean. He jumped at Ty’s tongue, but then said, “Fucking white boy cum slut. Clean that big Blatino dick off. Who’s next?” Mike asked as he looked at the rest of us. Jay got up, already fully naked and went to the bed and mounted Ty as he was still licking Mike’s dick clean. He just groaned and started pounding. From previous experience, I knew Jay wasn’t very vocal, just a lot of grunting. So, that’s what he did, grunted and pounded away at the sloppy wet white boy pussy. After licking up every drop of cum and blood that was coating Mike’s dick, Ty held it up straight from his body and said, “Damn, you are bigger than Tre.” Mike just laughed and said he was 11.5” of Grade A quality Blatino dick. Meanwhile, Jay was getting close and then started cumming in Ty. Ty just moaned and begged for his cum. He reached back and grabbed Jay’s ass cheeks to pull him into his ass deeper while still begging him for his cum. Chris had moved next to me right as I was about to push the plunger down on my rig to get my slam going again. “That’s one hot white boy. I can’t wait to give him my load, Kenny. I want to knock him up so bad. Do you still have a PA?” I looked at Chris and nodded. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I lost mine at the last party I was at. I took it off to clean it off because one of the bottoms hadn’t cleaned out properly and forgot where I laid it down. It was the next day when I realized it was not in my dick anymore. Do you think I can borrow yours? I want to do some damage to his insides,” Chris said. I just smiled at Chris and grabbed my green bag. “Oh, I got something special then.” I pulled out the spiked PA, and Chris’s eyes just bugged out and an evil grin spread across his face. “Fuck ya, bro! Where did you get that? I need one just like it.” I told him I’d hook him up later, but for now, he needed to put it on because Jay was almost done. Jay meanwhile was still grunting and thrusting into Ty while Ty was just moaning and begging for every last drop of cum. Chris quickly put the PA in and moved his hips back and forth so his big dick slapped against his thighs. That sound caught Ty’s attention, and he looked up to see what was making that sound. Ty saw Chris’s dick swinging back and forth and could probably see that there was a PA in it, but Chris was moving it too fast for him to see just what it looked like. Ty just started licking his lips and looked up at Chris and asked, “How do you want me? I’m ready to please you sir!” I laughed and whispered in Chris’s ear what to do. “Tell him you want him on his back. That way he can see the PA before you shove it in. And make sure you shove it in balls deep the first thrust. Trust me he can take it. If he gives you any grief about the PA, just tell him that he either gets fucked with it, or he doesn’t get your dick at all. Trust me, he’ll take the dick.” Chris just grinned. Looking back at the bed, Ty was cleaning off Jay’s dick. Chris walked up to the bed and told Ty, “When you’ve cleaned off his big dick, I want you on your back with you holding your knees to your shoulders with your head on the pillows. That way the guys over there can see our profiles as I tear your ass up with this 13” mandingo dick.” Ty just moaned and got into position quickly. Chris mounted the bed and approached Ty and his openly presented hole while stroking his big dick. Ty, who couldn’t help himself, looked down to see what was about to enter his white boy pussy. He noticed the PA right away and the size of Chris’s dick. “Whoa, Chris. What is that thing? It looks scary.” Chris looked at Ty and said, “It’s called a Prince Albert or PA. It’s a piercing that goes through someone’s dick head. It’s usually curved like a circle and makes fucking feel so much better. Trust me, all the bottoms love it.” Ty just looked at him and shrugged. “OK,” Ty said and then looked at me. “Kenny, I’m not feeling the G yet. Can I get some more?” I just chuckled. I knew he was probably already sweating some of the G out by the sheen of sweat that was covering his entire body, but I went over to him with the Gatorade and the vile of G. Chris just sat back on his haunches and grinned. I gave Ty 3 more shots of G which he quickly rinsed out with the Gatorade. “No more than 10 minutes, and you’ll be feeling that,” I told him. I knew it was also a little early for the G to kick in. Between Mike and Jay, both only fucked Ty for like 5 minutes a piece or less so the first round of G hadn’t really kicked in yet. “What are you waiting for, Chris? Ty told you to fuck him with the PA. Let him see how it feels. If he really likes it, I can put mine and fuck him with mine too.” “You have one too?” Ty asked. “Sure do, buddy! Mine is like the one Chris has, but I have two others that you can look at and see if you want me to try a different kind on you too. But make sure you make Chris happy and get his nut. Go ahead, Chris. Breed that hot white boy pussy.” Chris, no longer ready to wait, positioned his dick head at Ty’s hole that was still open and leaking pinkish cum. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, white boy. I own the boys I fuck and destroy their pussies with my big mandigo dick. You ready for it?” “Give it to me, please! Chris, fuck me hard with that big black dick!” “No, this is a mandingo dick, bitch. Do you know the difference?” asked Chris. “A mandingo dick is larger than 12”. Mine is 13”, so respect the difference. It’s not just a black dick. It’s a black mandingo dick.” Ty giggled and said, “Chris, please give me your black mandingo dick. I want you to make my pussy yours and fill it up with your nut.” Chris just grinned sadistically and looked at me then back at Ty. “Be careful what you wish for white boy cum slut!” Chris then slammed his entire dick into Ty’s hole with one hard, ravage thrust. Ty howled out as the six spikes on the PA ripped into the walls of his hole, then his rectum, then his inner hole, and then into the walls of his large intestine. Chris quickly put one hand over Ty’s mouth and the other around his neck. “Don’t scream that loud anymore. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’re going to love every minute of it.” Chris pulled all the way out causing Ty to scream into his hand. “What did I say, bitch?” Ty just started crying and Chris said, “Don’t scream again. You can moan like the whore you are, but if you scream I won’t fuck you anymore.” I could tell by the look in Ty’s eyes that he was torn about getting fucked or having to endure the pain. Right about then his eyes glazed over. I whispered in Chris’s ear that the G was kicking in and to go ahead and rip the bitch up. Chris slammed his entire dick back into Ty. What started as a scream erupted from Ty but quickly turned into a moan. So Chris did it again and again, only getting moans from Ty. Chris felt Ty’s ass involuntarily gripping his dick as he was slamming into him. So he started to move his hips around and grind his dick deep inside of Ty. The spikes started grabbing and ripping into the walls of Ty’s large intestine. Ty’s eyes went wide, and he started to lean up, but then his tongue came out of his mouth and he collapsed on the bed. “Shit, he passed out again,” Tre said. “Good, now I’ll really fuck this bitch up,” Chris exclaimed. And that’s what he did. His hips went into overdrive. He fucked, slammed in and out, ground his dick in circles. He pulled his dick out and it was covered in blood and cum. By this time, everyone was gathered around watching and getting even more turned on. Javi said, “Chris, just push in and out quickly on his hole. Make it rip open more and bleed. Tear that shit up!” Chris moaned, loving the idea, did just that. Javi then said, “OK, now go in deep and do the same thing to his inner hole!” Sounds of agreement and encouragement came from all of us as Chris tore up Ty’s inner hole. He pulled out to show us his dick even more streaked with red. This time it was Tre’s turn to make a suggestion, “Now pull go inch by inch into his ass and rotate your hips around. Make sure those spikes are hitting his ass walls and tearing into them. We want to make sure that all of our loads have a chance to knock this bitch up and make him the poz cum dump we know he’s destined to be.” Chris just gave a sinister laugh. “You guys are just as fucked up and freaky as I am. I love it. He’s passed out and we are ripping this white boy up from the inside out so we can make him a toxic poz cum dump. This is my kinda party.” Chris did as he was told until Tre told him to do the same thing to his large intestine past his inner hole. Chris plunged in deeper and continued to do circles with his dick to make sure the spikes tore up the white boy good. Chris pulled all the way back out. This time his dick was almost completely coated in blood and the cum that oozed out of Ty’s hole was redder than it had been all night. “Fuck ya! Look at that. I’m about to nut.” We encouraged Chris to fuck him hard and that’s what he did. He started long dicking Ty again, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in. After about 10 thrusts like that, Chris grunted and started shaking. Balls deep in Ty, he unloaded his pent up nut that he had been storing for over a week. Chris finally drained, pulled out of Ty as cum just poured out of the gaped open hole. Even though the cum had gotten a little less red from all the nut that Chris had shot inside him, it was still pretty dark. Ty was still passed out. I looked around me, and there wasn’t a single guy that wasn’t hard as a rock and all were stroking their dicks. “OK, guys! I say while he’s passed out, we DP this bitch as much as we can to really rip his hole open wide. Tre and Javi, do you want to go first? I mean it is your place and all.” Tre just high fived Javi. Javi got on the bed on his back while the guys picked Ty up and folded him in half and lowered him onto Javi’s dick. A small moan escaped Ty’s mouth as the guys laid him flat on Javi’s chest. Tre got behind them and slammed his entire cock up in Ty’s ass at once. Ty moaned a little louder. “Fuck, Tre! This bitch is getting hard again. Keep fucking him rough and maybe we can make him cum hands free again,” Javi said. “I’ve got a better idea. We each pair off: Javi and Tre, Jay and Mike, and me and Chris. We each get three minutes to DP the bitch. Whichever pair can make him cum hands free gets to be the first to fist his hole after we’ve all nut in him again.” “No fair!” Jay shouted. “You and Chris have the biggest dicks!” “I know! That’s why we are going to win. But why are you complaining, we can all fist him! It’s just the winners get to go first,” I said. Jay shrugged and agreed. “OK, Javi and Tre. Your time starts now!” ******************** I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Who do you want to win? Should the biggest dicks win or is Ty too close to the edge already? Does Ty wake up to being DP or being fisted? Let me know your thoughts. Any feedback is always appreciated.

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