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Part 2 Mitch tried to relax and enjoy the first post-prison shower he had had in the past five years but struggled to shake the sight of the obvious tent in Daniel’s pants. Both guys had always dated women and although Mitch had fooled around with a couple guys in the pen, he considered himself straight and figured Daniel was too. So why was Daniel so fucking hard? It wasn’t long before Mitch realized thinking about Daniel’s boner was starting to give him one. He quickly turned the shower off, threw on the new clothes Daniel had bought for him and steeled himself to not think about Daniel’s cock anymore that night. “I’m going to go out there and hang with my BUDDY and maybe he will have arranged some pussy for me and that is what is happening”, he told himself and he left his room and went to find his friend. Mitch found Daniel laying on the couch, zoned out while scrolling on his phone and as he entered the room he cleared his throat to signal he was there. Without moving a muscle Daniel looked at up at his buddy and Mitch noticed the most devilish grin began to form across Daniel’s face. “Well goddamn bubba, you still clean up pretty fucking well, don’t you? Come here and make yourself comfortable and stop walking around like this isn’t also your place now. You’re nervous as hell in here and it’s killing the vibe dude”. Mitch was a little surprised at how frank Daniel was but once again found himself clearing his throat -a nervous tick of his since childhood – before responding “yeah, sorry man, this is just all a lot. Seeing you, being out, this fucking insane penthouse I’m in, dude even these clothes you got me – bro, it’s just a lot all at once”. Daniel nodded his head, clearly debating something in his head but as he rose from the couch it was clear whatever the debate was had been settled. “Mitch, I can only imagine. And so, you know what? We are about to get really fucking high. I am going to get you higher than you have ever fucking been. And we are going to have an incredible night, and all that other shit isn’t going to matter. Be right back, going to grab the favors”, Daniel said as he walked to his room. Mitch smiled thinking it was kind of cute how innocent his friend was. Laughing, Mitch yelled so Daniel could hear him “You call weed favors bro? Back in my party days you know that’s what we called meth, right?” Daniel turned the corner with a bubbler in one hand and torch in the other and as he approached his friend, he blew the biggest thickest cloud Mitch had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m familiar” he told Mitch as he got close and extended the bubbler and torch towards him. “Your turn bubba, time to cut loose”. Mitch stood frozen, blinking at his friend. After Mitch dropped out of college, he got heavy in the partying scene but hadn’t smoked in years and if someone had told him Daniel partied, that Daniel got spun, Mitch would have pissed himself laughing. “No fucking way you smoke this shit Dan. You know why I stopped partying and blowing clouds? No? Well, let me tell you, dude. Bro, I stopped because this shit turns me into a different guy. It turns me into an animal”. Daniel laughed and made a “grrrr” animal noise, but Mitch stopped him. “Bro, I’m serious. I become a fucking animal. You been partying for a while? Well then you must know what tina dick is….well, that’s not something I ever had to deal with. For me it is the opposite. I hit the shit and I’m hard as a fucking rock instantly. That shit is like smoking Viagra for me. And dude I get so horny that I have to fuck. Don’t get it twisted and hear me wrong Dan – don’t think I’m saying, ‘I want to fuck’. No bro. I have to.” Daniel rolled his eyes and shoved the bubbler into Mitch’s hands. “Cool bro. Hit this shit and stop being such a little girl, goddamn”. Mitch smiled at his friend thinking that the shit made him a bit of an animal as well. Mitch shrugged his shoulders and under his breathe mumbled “fuck it, let’s see what happens” and then heard the familiar click of the torch. As soon as he heard the click, he felt the tina. He hadn’t even hit the fucking thing yet but could already feel it. As Mitch took his first hit and felt the smoke enter his lungs, he felt alive again. He could feel his heart racing and his mind began to slow down. And his cock. Fuck, his cock was already getting hard. And he didn’t care. It felt too good to give a fuck. The boys passed the pipe back and forth, each getting hit getting them both high and higher, each puff more spun. Daniel and Mitch sat in the dimly lit room, the only sound being the stupid reality TV show on in the background. Daniel had always been meticulous about his appearance, but tonight, his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair slightly tousled—signs of a long day and an even longer night ahead. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now glazed over, reflecting the crystalline substance they’d just ingested. Mitch, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His muscular frame was tense, his jaw clenched as he rolled another tiny rock of meth between his fingers. The dim light caught the outline of his chiseled face, casting shadows that made his usual gentle giant appearance look a bit dangerous, a bit menacing. He glanced over at Daniel, noticing the way his friend’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for a small vial, he pulled from one of the coffee table drawers. “You ever hit poppers?”, Daniel asked his friend as he took off the vial’s cap, stuck the vial under his nose and took in one hell of a hit. “You good, man?” Mitch asked, his voice a low growl, almost predatory. Daniel nodded, though the movement was slow, heavy with the weight of the drugs coursing through his veins. “Yeah, man. Just… give me a minute, alright?” Mitch smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” The poppers hit Daniel hard, sending a dizzying wave through his body. He breathed deep, feeling the rush, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was enough to make him forget the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air like smoke. Mitch watched him, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood abruptly, towering over Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Mitch grabbed the front of Daniel’s shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. “What the fuck, Mitch?” Daniel spat, trying to shake off the disoriented feeling. But Mitch’s grip was iron, holding him in place. “You know what I want, Daniel,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “And I know you want it too. Admit it.” Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline mixing with the meth, making his head swim. He tried to pull away, but Mitch’s strength was overwhelming, his muscles rippling under his skin as he held Daniel firmly against him. “I… I don’t…” Daniel stammered, but the words died in his throat as Mitch’s lips crashed down on his own. The kiss was rough, bruising, and Daniel could feel himself swaying on his feet, the drug-induced haze clouding his judgment. Mitch pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. “I warned you dude. I have to fuck. I told you this would happen. And I know you do want it, don’t lie to yourself.” Before Daniel could respond, Mitch slammed him back into the wall, pinning him there with his body. The impact rattled Daniel’s bones, and he winced, the pain sharp and startling. Mitch was so much bigger, so much stronger, and Daniel found himself at a loss for how to escape this situation. “Let go of me,” Daniel demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to stay calm. Mitch chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear. “Not until you beg for it.” With that, Mitch’s hand slid down to the waistband of Daniel’s jeans, pulling them open with swift efficiency. Daniel gasped, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out, but the meth and the poppers were working against him, slowing his thoughts, dulling his senses. “Mitch, please…” Daniel pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. But Mitch wasn’t listening. In one fluid motion, Mitch shoved Daniel’s pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing him completely. Daniel shivered, mortified by the vulnerability, but Mitch’s grip stayed firm, keeping him in place. Somehow during the commotion Mitch had managed to lose his pants and when Daniel saw Mitch’s cock for the first time he was stunned. It was huge and it was hard as a fucking rock. “Look at you,” Mitch murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking perfect”, he growled while slowly stroking what Daniel imagined had to be at least 8.5 inches of cock with one of the biggest, fattest cockheads he had ever seen. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock pressing against his thigh, thick and hard, and the sight of it made his stomach twist in knots. He knew what was coming, and part of him wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drugs and the poppers had him spinning, leaving him weak and helpless. “Mitch, no… I can’t…” Daniel’s protest was half-hearted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, responding to the dominant presence of the man holding him captive. “You will take it, every goddamn inch,” Mitch said, his voice a low, guttural command. “And you’ll learn to enjoy it”, he growled as he wrapped his hand around Daniel’s quickly hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. “Well fuck bubba, looks like you’re already enjoying it” he taunted, and then smacked Daniel’s ass so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. With that, Mitch grabbed the bottle of poppers with one hand while keeping Daniel pinned against the wall with the other. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this dude. This is going to fucking hurt at first. You’re going to feel like I am literally splitting you in half bro. And I’m not going to be gentle. So here, you’re going to need these” he said as he handed Daniel the vial. “Please, don’t…” Daniel whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against Mitch’s hold. But it was no use. “Relax,” Mitch ordered, his voice calming, almost soothing. “Let me in” he said as he wrapped his muscled-up arms around Daniel and brought the tip of his cockhead up against Daniel’s hole. “Fuck Dan, so warm, so tight. Open up for me man. Make this easier on yourself and try and open that hole for me bro”. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock head throbbing against his hole and with each throb Daniel felt shivers throughout his body. Daniel shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No, Mitch, it’s too big…” But Mitch wasn’t listening. He had found Daniel’s lube and was greasing up his cock while keeping Daniel pinned against his will. Daniel felt Mitch’s hot breathe on his neck as Mitch whispered in his ear “You know I love you bro. And I’m going to prove it. Usually when I’m this fucking twisted and spun, I’d just shove my meat inside the closest hole. No prep work, nothing for the hole. But for you man, well, here” he whispered as he shoved two lube covered fingers inside his friend, a swift action that was met with a scream of desperation from Daniel. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk goddamn bro fuckkkkk that hurts! Fuck Mitch get your giant fucking fingers out of me that hurts like hell” Daniel screamed. With the palm of his hand Mitch shoved Daniel’s face against the wall and held it in place while he reached for the bag of crystals. Mitch opened the back to take out a shard and coated it in lube. Daniel watched from the corner of his eye as Mitch readied the crystal for his tight hole. “Here bro, this will help. It will burn like a mother fucker at first, but it will help. And bro, honestly, watching your struggle like this and scream like I’m killing you is so hot it’s making me leak. So, keep it up, you know well as I do nobody can hear you in the huge fucking apartment. Scream bro. Cry like a little bitch. Make this even hotter for me” Mitch said as he spread Daniel’s cheeks and began to rub some more lube on his friend’s hole. Knowing what was coming, Daniel quickly unscrewed the poppers and took the biggest hit he had ever taken. And just as the poppers began to hit, Mitch entered his friend once again, his two fingers slamming the shard of tina deep inside Daniel. Once again, the halls of Daniel’s apartment were filled with his desperate screams. “Told you hearing you yell like that was just getting me off more bro. Wasn’t lying dude” and with a swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside, forcing his cock for the first time into Daniel’s unwilling hole. Daniel screamed, the pain searing through him, white-hot and unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes as he writhed, trying to escape the relentless invasion. “Shh,” Mitch whispered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern. “Take it. You can take it.” Daniel sobbed, beating his fist against the wall, his body tense with the effort to endure the brutal stretching. But the drugs were doing their work, and slowly, his body began to yield, the incredible pressure easing just a fraction. “That’s it,” Mitch encouraged, sensing the change. “You’re taking it so well.” Daniel felt something strange happening inside him, a shift in his perception. The pain was still there, but it was becoming… tolerable somehow. And beneath the agony, something else stirred, something he didn’t want to acknowledge but knew was pleasure. “Fuck…” Daniel moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Oh God…” Mitch’s grip tightened, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper into Daniel. The sensation was overwhelming, and Daniel couldn’t help but arch his back, pushing himself further onto Mitch’s cock. “That’s my boy,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked as he reached around and grabbed Daniel’s cock, giving it the slow full strokes he knew would bring him the most pleasure. Daniel’s mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him. The poppers had done their job, opening him up, making him crave the intensity of Mitch’s thrusts. He could feel his cock hardening in Mitch’s hand, the drugs and the pain combining into a potent mix of arousal and pleasure. “Yes…” Daniel gasped, his voice trembling. “More… please…” Mitch’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “Beg for it, Daniel. Beg for my cock.” Daniel’s pride warred with his need, but the drugs won out. “Please, Mitch… fuck me harder…”, Daniel begged, almost screaming. Mitch didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Daniel’s hips, slamming into him with renewed vigor, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, until Daniel thought he might break. But he didn’t care. All he could think about was the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly, almost split open so brutally by best friend. “You sure you want it harder?” Mitch taunted, his voice a twisted kind of affection.” He started to slow his strokes inside Daniel, barely moving he taunted “I thought I was too big. Thought you couldn’t take it bro?” “Please” Daniel whispered. “Please don’t stop. Please breed me. I need your load”. Mitch slammed inside him and almost pulled out before slamming in again, making Daniel moan and scream simultaneously. “We didn’t discuss you taking me load dude. You have to earn this nut, it don’t come cheap. You think you can take it bro? So far, you’ve had 50% of what I can do to do. I was holding back so I wouldn’t break you. But I think you want it. I think you want me to break you dude. Am I right Dan? You want to earn my load?” Yes!” Daniel cried out, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Mitch! Breed me, rape my fucking hole!” Mitch grinned, his eyes dark and wild. “As you wish.” And with that, he plunged into Daniel with enough force to knock the wind out of him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the halls of Daniel’s apartment. Mitch’s relentless assault on Daniel’s body left him breathless, his mind a hazy blur of pleasure and pain. The drugs coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation, every thrust, every groan that escaped his lips. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the stretch of his hole, but it was all overshadowed by the raw, primal need to be taken, to be dominated completely. “More…” Daniel gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to Mitch. “I need more…” Mitch’s eyes glinted with something dark and predatory. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the plastic bag filled with white crystals. Without hesitation, and while still deep inside Daniel, he dumped a line on Daniel’s shoulder, snorting it up greedily. Daniel watched in a mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He needed it. He needed the high, the rush, the oblivion and pleasure that came with it. “Please…” Daniel whimpered, his face turning around to meet Mitch’s eye. “Give me a bump bro…” Mitch smirked, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Daniel’s spine. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he slowly slide in and out of his friend. “Beg for what you want, rich boy.” Daniel’s eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his current circumstances. “Please, Mitch… I need it… I need you… I need your cock…your load, I don’t just want…I need it” Mitch’s grin widened, and he grabbed Daniel by the hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. “That’s right,” he purred. “You need me. You need this.” He shoved the remaining crystal into Daniel’s hand, watching as he scrambled to get it into his nose, snorting it up with a desperate intensity. The drug hit Daniel like a tidal wave, washing over him in a surge of euphoria. His vision blurred, his senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every taste becoming amplified tenfold. He felt Mitch’s hands on his hips again again, rough and commanding, and steeled himself for the assault he knew was coming. Mitch began to pump into Daniel, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, each time making Daniel moan with a pleasure never felt before. Mitch continued to destroy his friend’s hole for hours. Both men drenched in sweat Mitch pulled out of Daniel completely. Daniel had never felt so empty, he hated existing without Mitch inside of him. “Lay on your back,” Mitch ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Daniel’s entire being. Daniel complied without hesitation, laying on the couch and spreading his legs wide, giving Mitch access to his hole knowing it was about to destroyed. Mitch got on his knees and in between Daniel’s legs, his heavy, musky scent filling Daniel’s nostrils, making his stomach flutter with anticipation. He could feel Mitch’s presence looming over him, a predator ready to strike. “So eager,” Mitch mused, his fingers trailing down Daniel’s stomach, sending shivers up his back and finally grabbing Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Mitch began to stroke his friend and immediately Daniel’s cock started to leak precum. “You really do love this cock opening you, don’t you?” Daniel nodded, unable to find the words to answer. All he could think about was the cock that was about to fill him, the domination that was about to consume him. He needed it. He craved it. “Tell me. Tell me you love this cock. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me for it”, he taunted. Daniel quickly sat up meeting Mitch’s face, his big blue eyes wider than ever staring directly into Mitch’s. Both men sat staring into each other, searching, longing, the only sound their long ragged breathes and their wild beating hearts. Daniel kissed Mitch, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him close so that their lips would meet, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands grabbing, caressing, holding each other’s faces. Daniel pulled away from the kiss, his hands still forcefully holding Mitch’s head and staring into his eyes once again as Daniel told his best friend “I understand what you said earlier about needing, not just wanting. You taught me that tonight, bro, what it means to need not just want. I need your load. I need you to empty it inside of me, open me up, put it so deep inside of me it becomes a part of me. Right now, and for the rest of my life I exist to take your load. Nothing else matters. I am begging you dude, please give it to me.” Mitch didn’t waste any time. His eyes wilder than anyone had ever seen them, he pushed Daniel back down on his back and grabbed the bottle of poppers from the coffee table. Mitch took a hit and handed them to Daniel. “Don’t stop hitting these until I tell you”, he told him. Daniel nodded and began to hit them. “Don’t stop”,” he told Daniel. “More, more, keep flying bro”. When he saw Daniel’s eyes began to flutter, he knew he was ready. Taking the bottle out of Daniel’s hand he grabbed Daniel’s legs and drew him close and with his hard cock once again pressed up against Daniel’s hole he slowly entered. The moan that escaped Daniel’s lips was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. Daniel was flying, higher than he had ever been and with the intense hit from the poppers and Mitch once again forcing his tight hole open, he felt an ecstasy that felt almost unhuman. Daniel started to stroke his cock in tune with Mitch’s pumps until Mitch slapped his hand away telling him “I didn’t say you could touch your cock. If it gets stroked, I stroke it, and you take it, that’s the deal” which only turned Daniel on more eliciting another wild moan. Mitch spit in his hand and grabbed Daniel’s cock, stroking his friend while he pummeled his hole. Mitch looked down and admired his friend’s body, soaking in how sexy Daniel really was. Mitch looked at Daniel’s face, twisted in a pleasure pain combination that he knew his cock was giving him and he asked “Dan, who owns you, bro, who owns this fuck hole I’m about breed?”. Daniel met eyes with his assaulter and responded, “You bud, always and forever you!”. Mitch grinned, “that’s fucking right, now get ready to be loaded up dude” and with that Mitch started a hard fast wild assault on his hole that literally left Daniel breathless. His screams and his moans became continuous, and he too felt himself close to the edge, about the explode as Mitch continued to stroke his cock. “Here it comes bro, all this nut is about to be deep inside you dude, and you fucking earned it, took my like a fucking champ and made me so fucking proud” Mitch said as he released a deep guttural moan and began to pump his load deep inside Daniel. Wild eyed and still flying Daniel screamed “Fuckkkk dude I can feel your cock exploding inside me! What the fuck bro I can feel it filling me up! Oh my fucking God never stop”. With an eerily similar guttural moan, a noise that only the most intense pleasure can create, Daniel began to cum, shooting his load so hard it took every bit of energy he had left to not pass out. After both men had finished Mitch leaned down to kiss Daniel, holding his face in his hands while resting his forehead against Daniel’s. “Well, I’d say that was some welcome home, huh bud”, Daniel joked. Mitch grinned, kissed his friend again and laid down next to him on the couch, his arms wrapped around Daniel and holding him tight. He sighed and whispered into Daniel’s ear “I wonder what comes next”. Neither man said another word, the only sound their exhausted breath and hard beating hearts, both falling into the deepest most right sleep either had ever had, in each other’s arm where both felt they were meant to be.

Just got home from Steam after a spectacular finish to the night. I was having a lot of fun as a top, but couldn't get anyone to fuck me. There was quite a bit of activity, so I wasn't having trouble getting hard. My 1st load went into a short guy around my age who was obviously already full of cum. My 2nd load went into an older guy who I often kneel on the fuck bench next to, who wasn't having any luck getting fucked either. About midnight I decided to find 1 more hole and head home. There were 2 guys kneeling on the big bench in the maze, the one not getting fucked was a really tall skinny think who welcomed me into his already cummy hole, so it didn't take long before I added mine to it. By that time the 2nd bottom had left so I decided to take his spot and try just a few more minutes to get some dick in my hole. I very quickly had a cubbish guy with a huge dick offer it to be sucked. Once I got him hard he asked me if I wanted it, so of course I said yes, and was treated to an extremely hard 10 minutes pounding until he bred me. He pulled out and offered me his cock to clean up, so I got to strip the last of his tasty command lick his sweaty balls clean while the skinny twink, who I'm pretty sure took to loads while the cub was fucking and breeding me took a turn in my now cummy hole. After a few minutes he pulled out and offered my now loose hole to a black guy who was almost as big as the cub. He pulled out and skinny twink popped back in and fucked me for a few minutes this time breeding and letting me suck his cock and balls clean afterward. So by deciding to stay just a few more minutes I got fucked by 3 guys and was loaded by at least 2 of them.

Had to add more. One looks sweaty while the other looks dry(ish) and inviting!

I don't like the feeling of having an empty hole, I feel weird NOT having loads in my hole! Specially love being gang fucked or collecting loads all day and keeping them in me with a plug I always carry with me to be on the safe side

About Mitch Mitch is the kind of guy you remember, the guy that leaves you curious, wanting to know more—whether it's for his chiseled physique or the air of mystery that follows him. At 30 years old, he's a ruggedly handsome guy with thick, slightly tousled brown hair that looks like he never tries too hard but always lands just right. His deep brown eyes hold a mixture of intensity and playfulness, like he's lived through some rough times but hasn't let them steal his spark. Since his recent time in prison, Mitch's body is a testament to his dedication—he's built like a Greek statue, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a chest that fills out every shirt he puts on. His core is carved, and let’s not forget his perfectly sculpted ass that always seems to draw attention when he walks away. His deep, resonant voice carries a smooth Southern twang that can make even the simplest "hello" sound like poetry. His crooked smile is both disarming and dangerous—a little mischievous, a little charming, and always captivating. Mitch is the type of guy who’s full of contradictions: tough yet magnetic, rough around the edges but impossible to resist. About Daniel Daniel is the kind of person who turns heads the moment he walks into a room, maybe because of his looks but more often because of the confidence that radiated off him. His light brown hair catches the light just right, but it's his big, striking blue eyes that truly captivate. They’re the kind of eyes that seem to hold the ocean within them, shimmering with depth and charm. People often can’t help but compliment them, whether it’s a passing stranger or someone he’s just met. Those compliments come so frequently that he’s grown used to them, responding with a modest smile or a witty remark that leaves people smiling back. Beyond his looks, Daniel's personality is magnetic and is largely responsible for his great success in life. He has a natural charisma that draws people to him, making them feel at ease in his presence. His sense of humor is sharp, often catching others off guard with a clever quip or a perfectly timed joke. Whether it's a small gathering or a crowded party, Daniel is always at the center of attention, the well-known life of the party, weaving stories and making people laugh with his quick wit. His laughter is contagious, and his energy lights up the room. He is the kind of guy you meet and think “yeah, bet that guy was prom king of his high school, Mr. popular for sure”. What sets Daniel apart is the balance between his charm and intelligence. He can effortlessly shift from cracking jokes to engaging in deep, meaningful conversations. He’s well-read and insightful, often surprising people with his knowledge. Yet, he never comes across as arrogant—his charm lies in how approachable he is. People are naturally drawn to him, not just because of his looks but because he has a way of making everyone around him feel valued and entertained. Daniel and Mitch, Part 1 Mitch leaned against the chain-link fence just outside the gates of the state prison, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air smelled of asphalt and freedom. He squinted at the approaching black truck kicking up dust along the gravel road, his lips curling into that crooked smile that hadn’t faded during his years behind bars. Behind the wheel of the truck was his former college roommate Daniel, the only person to have stuck by Mitch during his entire five year stint behind bars. Mitch and Daniel were an unlikely pair, Daniel from an upper-class well-connected family of media tycoons and Mitch – the son of a deadbeat used car salesman father and a mother who skipped town when Mitch was just a kid leaving him to grow up in abject poverty – Mitch was white trash raised by white trash and he knew it. Even though the two men came from different worlds Daniel never – not once – made Mitch feel like he were any lesser than; in fact, the only physical fight Daniel had ever been in was with one of his fraternity brothers who the two roommates had overheard saying some truly shitty things about Mitch, jokes made in the cruel deep cutting way that only an over privileged white frat boy could pull off. When Daniel saw how his fraternity brother’s words crushed his friend, he almost put that frat brother in the hospital. If it weren’t for Mitch pulling Daniel off the boy, he may have killed him. Mitch had never known loyalty like Daniel had shown him. As the truck approached Mitch thought out aloud to himself, “Fuck, he wasn’t bullshitting.” He actually came”. Daniel pulled up, parking the truck with a jolt. He stepped out, the sight of him almost surreal after all this time. Clean-cut as ever, dressed in jeans and a casual button-up, Daniel looked just as Mitch remembered—only a little older, a little sharper, healthy and clearly a guy with a well-used gym membership. Mitch couldn’t help but grin as he took him in, memories of their college days flooding back. “Damn, Mitch,” Daniel said, walking over with a lopsided smile. “Prison’s been good to you. You’re a brick wall now”, he said as he playfully punched Mitch in the shoulder. Mitch chuckled; his deep voice tinged with that Southern drawl Daniel loved to hear. “Yeah, well, not much else to do but lift weights and wait, huh?” Daniel stepped closer and pulled him into a hug, and for a moment, Mitch froze. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kept in touch—Daniel had been the only one who bothered writing letters, sending books, and even visiting when he could—but feeling him this close again stirred something deep inside Mitch, something he hadn’t let himself dwell on behind bars. He hugged Daniel back, his arms wrapped tightly around him in a way that felt both comforting and possessive. “Let’s get outta here,” Daniel said, pulling back with a grin that didn’t quite hide the emotion in big blue his eyes. “You’re riding shotgun.” The drive started out easy. Mitch told stories about the inside, glossing over the darker parts, while Daniel updated him on life outside. He had followed in his parents’ footsteps and gone into the media, surpassing even their success by first becoming a major advertising executive and now owning his own thriving agency. Mitch had followed a different path, one that landed him behind bars, but that was okay – he was here now, with Daniel. It was almost like old times, the banter flowing naturally, the silences comfortable. But as the miles passed, the tension between them shifted. It wasn’t just the catching up or the reminiscing—it was the way Daniel’s gaze lingered a little too long on Mitch’s arms when he thought Mitch wasn’t looking, or the way Mitch’s gruff voice softened every time he said Daniel’s name. When they reached Daniel’s place – one of the penthouses in the nicest building in downtown, Mitch shook his head remembering where he’d slept the night before and where he was today, thinking how quickly life can change. They parked in the garage and Mitch stepped out of the truck and stretched, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. Daniel cleared his throat and looked away, fumbling with his keys. “You sure I’m not crashin’ your space?” Mitch asked, following him inside. “Don’t be stupid,” Daniel said, tossing his keys on the counter. “You’re family, Mitch. Always have been.” Mitch choked up and looked away and a quiet fell between the two men. Always the life of the party, Daniel quickly broke the silence, wrapping his arm around Mitch and telling him “Now listen you jacked motherfucker, you have some relaxing to do before our welcome home night of debauchery begins. Your room is down the hall to the left – go shower off that prison stink and holler at me when you’re done.” Mitch had just picked up his bag and started to make his way down the hallway before he felt a sharp sting on his ass. Daniel had given his ass the slap of the century and as Mitch quickly spun around to face his friend, laughing at Daniel being goofy Daniel, he was surprised to see the wild look on Daniel’s face. Daniel smiled at Mitch, winked and started to walk away from Mitch towards the kitchen without saying a word. As Mitch picked up his bags and started to make his way to his room again, he couldn’t help thinking that interaction was strange, different. That look on Daniel’s face – he hadn’t seen that before. And was that a boner in Daniel’s pants he caught a glimpse of as he was walking away? Couldn’t be. But was it?

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I love ATM! I'm fine if the guy cums in my ass or in my mouth. Just so long as I have his sperm in me. That said, having him pull out of my ass and cum in my mouth is hot. Or simply cleaning his cock by sucking it after he cums in my asshole.

To the OP's question here; Should we be worried or do anything about this... I'll throw in my experience from having lived the gay revolution from 1969 to now. It makes no sense to fret about words. They are words and as we can easily observe, the definitions and intent of them morph. It isn't so much what anyone says to or about us. For openers, I submit it is better they be saying something than be silent. Wouldn't it be better to actually talk about it with the individual speaking and perhaps, discover what they actually mean than for us to assume we understand their intent by one word? I think in most domains this might be our modern social media problem; we have opinions before we have understanding.

This is a story inspired by a video post I recently watched (and spunked over bigtime!) ********************************************************************************************************************************* I recently changed the pizza place I use for takeaways, and to be honest I was glad I did, the first evening I ordered something I had a fucking stiffy in my pants after seeing the delivery boy, cute short ginger little muscled fucker with a wide smile and a peach of a bum in his shorts that I gazed at longingly as he walked away from my door. Though I could tell he was a little intimidated by a very large black man each time he turned up to deliver pizza he was friendly and chatty. In time he stayed to chat on the doorstop and I gathered that he was a bit dumb and as he giggled one evening, saying he could smell weed, I surmised he was a bit of a stoner. In addition, from the way he looked at me it gave me a hint that maybe fancied me a bit, but maybe a bit shy or intimidated to follow through. My time came late on a Friday night when I got in from work, showered, put on a robe and ordered a pizza. I was watching a bit of porn whilst smoking a joint and idly playing with my semi-hard cock when the buzzer rang. I was waiting at the door when the lad came up the stairs. He was definitely not himself, in fact he looked a bit teary. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that he had just been given a bollocking by his boss. "Awwww, fuck man, that's a bummer. He chew you out big time eh?" The lad sniffed, responding "Yeah, fucking bastard he...." Then he suddenly stopped talking, and just stared downwards. It was then I realised my robe had fallen open. I laughed, saying "Haven't you ever seen another man's cock before?" His face was almost as red as his hair and he mumbled "Of course," but I noticed that he licked his lips. "Hey, when you finish, why don't you come around we can have some beers and some weed." His eyes lit up as he asked "Really? You want me to come and hang out?" I smiled, answering "Sure, kiddo." When he turned up later that night I was ready. I was delighted to see that he even turned up with his own beer. A few beers and a few joints later I asked him why he was so shocked to see my dick earlier. He blushed furiously and stammered-out this answer: "I've never seen a black man's cock before." Naturally I laughed, asking "But you have seen a man's dick before, eh boy?" He nodded somewhat shyly so I pressed harder "Have you sucked one?" God, I almost burst when he nodded blushing bright red again, but picked-up on the thread, saying "Hey, nothing wrong with that boy." He visibly relaxed as if he had let out a big hidden secret. I smiled and pushed the line of question a bit further, asking "Been fucked?" He almost spat his beer out "No!" I laughed, commenting "Well, never say never." Then I pulled-out my meth pipe, lit it, and took a hit. All wide-eyed, he asked "Whats that?" I exhaled, smiling at him, answering "Primo shite, kiddo. Better than weed." He watched me take another hit, and screwing-up his courage, asked "Can I try it?" I casually smiled, and answered "Of course, my boy." I packed the pipe nice and heavy, and then walked over, sat down next to him, handed him the pipe, and as he looked a bit unsure, I told him what to do. He took to the pipe like a baby to its mothers tit, inhaling deeply and then laughing as the hit took hold. "Fuck, that's good." He started to sweat a bit so it was easy for me to get him to take-off his top. His body was even better than I'd anticipated - he was very pale shade of white, smooth-skinned, and very muscled. I re-packed the pipe and handed it to him. As he blew clouds I felt his big pecs and tweaked his nipples. His eyes now glazed over, I put one hand behind his head, pulled my robe open with the other, and felt no no resistance at all as I pushed his head down, his sweet boy mouth opening-up and finding my big hard cock. As he sucked my bulbous cock head I pulled the back of his shorts down and rubbed his muscled ass. Then, as he groaned in pleasure, I took a hit myself and then pulled him off my dick, went to the bathroom leaving him, and, as I was now in for a busy night, I popped a Viagra and slid a nice thick chrome cock ring around my meat. When I came out of the bathroom I was fucking blown away that he was kneeling on the bed taking another hit of Tina through the pipe. Noticing his eyes were completely glazed, I took the pipe off him and with no resistance from him I twisted him around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I gave his back a little shove and he went forward so his chest was on the bed and his arse was high in the air. I rubbed his white arse gently and he groaned as his boi hole puckered. I held him with one hand while I lined my cock up with his unlubed boi pussy, and pushed-in slowly, teasing his hole with my dickhead. His hole resisted at first but each time I applied pressure, the tip of my dick would spread his little white hole a little more. Then around the seventh thrust, his hole spread and my cock head popped inside. He made a little 'Uuuuhhhh' noise, so I rested for a moment enjoying the view of his little white hole obscenely stretched round my fat black dick. I rubbed my hand over his back soothing him as I pushed gently forcing his hole to accept more of my cock deeper into his ass. He moaned and groaned a bit but didn't resist as my cock penetrated deeper in to his inexperienced ed boi cunt. I stopped at the halfway point, rubbing his back telling him "Oh baby boy, you doing so good." He groaned again as I again applied pressure, pushing another couple of inches inside him. His hole felt so tight round my dick and I was delighted when I reached under him to find him playing with his little hard dick. As I started to fuck him gently I loved the way his hole stretched out with my pull out thrusts and him making 'Uh uh uh' noises as my dick slowly pushed in and out of his ass. "Little boy, you love that big black daddy cock, don't ya boy?" He gave a garbled "Mmmmmmm" again, but then it was not a rhetorical question on my part. I resisted the urge to really rough fuck him, as I wanted his introduction to anal sex to be mutually pleasurable, and besides, the night was young and there would be plenty of time to rape him later. I withdrew my dick from his hole, and he groaned, which prompted me to grin as I inspected his ass lips, finding his little ring was completely puffed-up. He moaned again as I slipped my cock head back in before his hole could close I murmured "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's not finished with your arse - not for a long time yet." He literally sighed as I penetrated deeply into him. His hole was learning fast and though the boy would definitely have a hurting boi pussy the next day, for the moment he was flying on the chems and loving his virgin hole reamed out by my big black dick. I started to fuck him a little harder with no complaints from him, just a lot of little yelps and groans of pleasure which the sensations in my dick mirrored, I shifted forward so I was now kneeling on the bed, with my dick buried to the hilt in his hole I reached forward and grabbed him by his ginger hair pulling him up so he had to use his hands to steady himself. "Look in the mirror boy" I snarled, his eyes focused on the mirrored wardrobe by the bed. He gasped as he saw the reflection of himself being fucked by a big black man old enough to be his grandfather. "Oh, god" he cried as I picked up the pace, plunging my dick into his now red swollen boi pussy. "That's right, little white boy. Watch yourself being corrupted." His groans grew louder but his eyes stayed glued to the action in the mirror. My balls started to tingle as I felt my spunk boiling in them, aching for release. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's going to breed you boi." My dick started to swell and though I held off as long as I could, I knew it would not be long, "Daddy's going to get you pregnant boy, pregnant with my poz babies." His eyes widened and he gurgled with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Soon my dick swelled more and then I blew volley after volley of my seed deep into his guts, and exactly at the same time he shot his load so hard that some of it actually hit the mirror.

I suppose one might say that, if one ignores the 34 felony convictions for fraud, the massive civil fraud judgments against him, the massive defamation judgments against him, his attempt to forcibly stay in office by having a mob intimidate Congress into not certifying the election results, the thousands of businesses he harmed with his "business" tactics of refusing to pay his bills until they settled for pennies on the dollar, the massive fraud that was Trump University, his milking the Secret Service budget to float his resorts and golf clubs, his well-documented giant tax fraud dating back to before his father's death.... need I go on? This isn't to defend the warmonger neocons, who were itching for a chance to make their mark in the Middle East and screwed the pooch (and destroyed a surplus that was building at the time). But I don't see anything particularly good that came out of the last Trump term and this one promises to be much worse. As for not rolling back civil rights for LGBT people, especially the trans community, that's already in the works. You can bet your bottom dollar that the moment his team takes power, they're going to change the US government position on all the trans laws that have been passed in red states in recent years, supporting the states that have done so. Given that it was his appointees on the Supreme Court who overturned Roe and Casey, the idea that they would "not roll back any civil rights" is laughable. They already have, they're publicly stated they plan to do more, and they've got a court system already stacked with Trumpanzee judges and a bunch of appellate vacancies to fill as soon as he gets in.

Love getting it that way. I hang on on a trail near my home and get a lot of guys that way. Know of couple places nearby I take them too. Suck them to get them hard then take their loads. Sometimes they take mine too. Just spit and stick.

About an hour ago ...bro, whose GF is outta town, called me and said he needed to be reminded what a dick feels like in his ass!

Hey Guys! Up for fun in Munich? 34, sporty, versatile - 20x6cm (fat 8 inches) here. Open for kinky fun, candy friendly 😉 Extremely open minded hehe Just text me or reply here. Available in German or English...

Same here, not only do I love the taste of his cum (plus those who bred me earlier) with the mixture of my ass juices but I also feel it is my both my duty to clean his cock in respect and honor of him breeding my hole, and also feel like it's an extra award for me aside his load.

wow. what a stud. that hole looks so well used

I had another good session at the sauna yesterday, with a good number of fucks and loads. A few times I stood in the watersports bit (a small former shower cubicle) to have a piss, rather than using the loo, hoping someone would walk past and join in. No such luck. No way did I expect my luck would change, in a very big way. I've had speculum fun in the past (I want to get back into it), where a guy opened me up and pissed into me, as well as some general piss fun, but never any piss fucking. My last fuck of the day was a guy who had used me a couple of times earlier. I was pretty much ready to leave, when I spotted him again. I made it clear I wanted another fuck and load for the road. A few minutes later, after playing with my hole a bit, in went his lovely big cock. After a while of fucking he said "there you go", but he stayed in me. I figured he was just making sure I had every last drop of his cum. Thinking back I did feel a bit of pressure inside (thinking it was his cock), then he told me to clench (which I did), as he pulled out. It was then he had pissed up inside me, which made my rock hard. I walked around the sauna a little bit, but then realised the mixture of piss and cum was running down me leg. I'd never been piss fucked before and, maybe because of that fact, it was a huge turn on!

Was lucky enough to be chosen as a Mare for HM in LA, on 11/28. Hooded and ass up, lost count of how many fucked me. Took some time off afterwards but looking now for the next!

Now your talking! Let me break your ass in back to good working order!😉

If you're bored I suspect that's a symptom of being intellectually challenged. In any event, no, I don't intend to "take this somewhere else".

After reading through this topic I have realized that the sex offender registry should be alot LOT longer.

Neg hole

I would wager that if a group of gay men & lesbians arrived in the ILLEGALLY OCCUPIED Palestinian lands & planned to build their own community, they would be DRIVEN OUT before they had laid a few bricks. Homosexuality maybe accepted now but, with any further move to extreme conservatism (zionism) this will change VERY QUICKLY.

Cruising the video booths at a sleazy ABS while on vacation. Popped my head in a booth and got invited in by a young guy. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him. After a couple of minutes, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He said he did, but would cum really fast - I told him I didn't care as I just wanted his load. I turned around, bent over and he went in - just spit and precum for lube. He only lasted a couple of minutes, but shot a huge load in me. Felt amazing. I'd been having a run of tops who couldn't keep it up, or if they could, couldn't cum. Felt good to finally feel a rock hard cock in me and a big load dripping out.

As a huge fan of outdoor sex, I cannot thank you enough for this! 💦💦💦

Sorry that it´s taking a little longer these days, but no worries, I´ll do some more chapters! 😜😈 Chapter 15 Before I could say anything, Jamal hit the pipe again and shotgunned me. His warm, wet lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, the smoke in my lungs and his hands one me… fuck, how many times I had thought about this during the last week, desperately wanting to jack off to the fantasy and then looking forward to today even more. When Jamal pulled away and told me to breathe out, I realized that I had been holding the smoke for quite a while and already felt its effect on my brain. The next two shotguns made the feelings awaken all over my body and when Jamal coached me through my next his alone, he made me hold it in with his hand over my face and I loved it. I was deep in his fangs again. And I was willing to go deeper still. When I exhaled, a large cloud surrounded us and Jamal told me, how hot it looked, seeing me like this. My skin was tingling already and I just nodded, before I threw myself at him, touching his muscular chest, sucking his nippels and one hand wandering down towards the obscene bulge in his shorts. Yes, he had me, but I was now a willing participant and I wanted to show some initiative. “Ohh fuck baby! Seems like cage and pipe wear away your defenses quite well, hm? Didn´t think you would be such an eager slut already, but I´m not complaining… Ouch!” he suddenly shouted, because I had bitten down a little on his nipple. He immediately grabbed me by my hair, lightly slapped me with his free hand and stared into my eyes. “I like a bitch that is eager and takes his role willingly. But you will never again do something you´re not sure I will like, or I will make you miserable during our sessions. Did you understand me?!” I was in shock and in a little pain and quickly nodded, realizing I had been carried a little away in my newfound enthusiasm and boldness. Well, so much about that… But I had little time to think, because Jamal quickly pulled down his trousers and pushed my head towards hic cock, against my quickly opening lips and halfway down my throat. I was gagging, surprised by his fast moves. “You will do as I want, Jake. And no complaining for a little roughness, when you just clearly overstepped your boundaries, okay? Otherwise Ill have to really punish you. And we wouldn´t want that… Or do we?” He added, pushing me down even further. I tried to answer, but I couldn´t, because he was already blocking my airway. So I tried to shake my head, but was barely able to, with his grip on me. “I asked you a question!” he said. I struggled a bit, but then let loose and concentrated on making his cock feel good. I had wanted to do this all week, after all. That’s when Jamal pulled me up again and I could finally say: “No, I will…” I gulped, taking another breath. “I will do as you say and don´t want to be punished. Please.” I meekly added. I wasn´t sure what punishment would involve, but probably pain. And I might not have the chance to play with his cock after this, enjoy this beautiful man´s body and… and that frightened me. “Please let me show you.” I stated, looking into his eyes. He started grinning again, laid back and I started my deed on his cock. Jamal let me deepthroat him for a while and really worship his cock and balls, all while I was on my knees. At some point, he stripped me down to my jock and started playing with my ass, fingering me with some lube. I loved this position, hearing the porn play behind me and servicing his beautiful cock. But then he pulled me up and positioned me on the sofa on my back, pishing my legs up over his shoulders in one motion. “Ehrm”, I started, unsure “I don´t know if I´m relaxed enough yet and…” “Shut up Jakey.” He answered. Not aggressively, just clear. “You have been waiting for this all week, haven´t you? Your hole wants this cock inside and it won´t resist much. You´re made to do this and you will. Don´t struggle, relax into it and you´ll be fine. You will let me bury my cock in you, just as last time. Understood?” I looked at him with big eyes, gulped and nodded. What could I say? No? Certainly not! For… many reasons. When he saw I agreed, he pushed the poppers from the table into my hands and told me to inhale four big breaths. While I did, he heated up the pipe again. When I exhaled my last breath, he shotgunned me and made out with me. It all his me like a truck. That first his of poppers is always strong. Four, along with him on top of me, kissing me and… The pressure on my hole build and I moaned into his mouth, but after a moment, my hole gave way and I felt him sink in several inches. Fuck! Really?! “See?” he said, ginning, while slowly pushing his dick just a little out and then in again. “I told you, that your hole waited for this!” My hole obviously had, as did my head. Fantasies flooded me, but my hole still somewhat spasmed around his cock, not used to this gigantic intrusion. But popper still filled my head and I didn´t even try to answer anything coherent, so I just gave in and tried to open up for him to penetrate me further. When I came out of my poppers high, I noticed that he could fuck me deeper already. And I realized, that there had been a strange, metallic sound a few seconds ago that I couldn´t place, but that made me alert somehow. When I started to look around, I heard a voice saying: “Ohh fuck yes! Looks like you got even further this time before I could make it!” and Taron walked out of the shadowy hallway into the room.

"Easy there, let me give you a hand," I heard G say from behind me. Two strong hands in my armpits slowly lifted me upright and just off the ground so my legs could reestablish my center of gravity. He gently set me down, my ass cheeks closing and the wetness between them hitting me as I stood there. It was beginning to get dark; my intended run having been interrupted by an amazing fuck in the middle of nature. Add that to the list of things Shawn and I had never done. We both pulled our clothes on and decided to head back down the trail. At the base of the hill I saw just a lone Jeep parked, and assumed it was G's. Correctly, it would seem, as he turned and looked that way. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways," he said. "I hope you frequent these woods often, I'd love a repeat encounter sometime if you're down." "Yeah, I've been running these trails a few weeks now. That just happened to be a new one for me," I replied. "New in a few ways, I would guess," he said with a chuckle. He extended his hand and we had that generic handshake as we turned and headed in our separate ways. He hopped in his Jeep, fired it up, and drove off slowly past me as I started the short jog back to my place. Unknown to us though, we hadn't been alone in that forest, and in the fast-growing dark shadows a pair of eyes watched as we said our goodbyes and departed. Obviously in need of some cleanup once I returned home, I stripped the minute I was back inside and headed for the shower. The warm water felt good cascading down my body, washing away the sweat and dirt, but unable to touch the large pair of loads deep inside my hole. I could feel the slickness inside me as I moved, my insides greased with his cum. I began stroking my now-fully swollen dick, while reaching around to finger my hole. Finding a good rhythm, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my cock being stroked and my ass being probed by my own finger. In no time, I was blasting a load on the shower wall. Coming down from my sexual high, I finished my shower and after toweling off threw on a simple t-shirt and pair of shorts--commando, of course. I sat down on the couch and fired up the TV. Truth be told, I couldn't remember what I watched if I tried. I was too busy replaying the events of the evening in my head, so much so I hopped on one of the apps to browse some pics, hoping to draw my mind back. I wasn't on 2 minutes before the app buzzed and I had been noticed... by a few guys. One, well, let's just say I now had a way to contact G. I chuckled as I saw he had found me on the app, so I favorited him in order to have a way to get in touch with him next time. Two were older gentlemen that just didn't move the needle for me, and a fourth was an older dude in his early 40s. He was pretty thin and lean, and a bit haggard-looking. I saw I had a message in that moment; it was from this thin dude. < Hey man, what's going on with you tonight? > >> Nothing much. Just hopped on, horned up as fuck. LOL << < Nice man, let's have some fun. I could use an ass to use. > Direct and to the point. And in my condition, probably the best approach to getting in my pants! I was in no position to think clearly. I saw he was only 2 miles away, and my sexual lust was in complete control. I sent him my location and my unit number. < Can be there in five minutes, assuming you're ready now. > >> Yeah, I'm definitely ready! Haha << Guess I was really doing this! Those five minutes had barely passed when a knock at my door had me opening it. He stood in front of me, pretty much looking like his pic, if not a bit thinner. Had I been more coherent I'd have noticed his eyes and cheeks were a bit sunken in, but I never focused in on his face. A thin and lean guy standing in front of me in my state had my dick swelling in my shorts, and my one-track mind could only focus on the sexual frenzy in which I currently existed. I invited him in, and as I turned from closing the door his head was there and I found myself in an aggressive tongue-powered kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hands were all over me. Being about three inches taller, he was perfectly positioned to touch me at all the right angles. And soon his hands were at the waste band of my shorts. His thumbs hooked inside and I felt my shorts drop around my ankles. As he came up for air, he glanced down and then back up. Our eyes locked and I thought I noticed the hint of a smirk. "You definitely seem ready," he whispered through his partial smile. And with that I headed to the bedroom with him right behind me. I tore off my t-shirt and laid down on the bed on my back. I looked him over as he stripped down himself. Definitely thin, the hint of some abs, some light, rough stubble on his face, shaggy brown hair that matched in color. And as his jeans dropped I saw a cock that appeared to be 6 inches soft, cut, and with a large mushroom head. Below his cock, a pair of very large balls hung down about 2 inches. I'm not kidding when I say they were the size of golf balls. I wondered if he was one of those guys who stretched or pumped. His thin and veiny legs climbed up on my bed, bringing the rest of him closer. He came up between my legs while using his own to force mine apart, spreading and beginning to lift my ass. He bent over me and resumed giving me forceful and sloppy mouth-to-mouth. My own uncut cock was rock hard on my own partial abs, leaking pretty significantly. I could feel his growing but was simply too caught up in the making out to care. His hands slid down to my legs and began to push them back, further lifting my ass up. I felt him stretch his groin back as the trail of precum he left drew a line straight down my stomach and crotch until his cock--now thick and hard--dropped down and lodged itself in my crack, right at my hole. He began pressing and making mini thrusts, and with all his precum and the two loads inside me, his helmet quickly found itself parting my ass lips. I pressed down just slightly, hoping to push some of that internal lube toward him, but with a slightly harder thrust it provided him the opening to pop his head in, and he slowly sank the entirety of what was a 9 1/2" cock into my ass. His lips broke away from mine. "You have an amazing ass," he whispered. "It just sucked my entire cock in, and feels incredibly wet inside. Have you been fucked already?" "Yeah," I admitted, hoping that wouldn't be a turnoff for him. "Had a little fun in the woods earlier." He slowly withdrew his cock, and I thought I had ruined the fuck with that admission. But just as his head was about to pop out, he thrust back in balls-deep, and began to work up a rhythm. His mushroom head found my prostate and began stimulating me more than I thought was possible in my state. Our lips re-engaged. He had a steady rhythm, his balls slapping my ass as he picked up the speed. I imagined all that cum in my ass was getting pretty churned up, though that head on his cock was more likely acting like a plunger, pushing G's loads deep inside before the suction of his withdraws pulled them back down. He kept this up for about 30 minutes before I felt him begin shaking and his breathing through out kiss became raspy. He never stopped fucking me though and as he settled down and we continued making out his thrusting continued. In my mind, I knew he had shot his wad, and I could tell I was quite full of cum as I could feel it moving around in my bowels, trapped and moved around by his swollen member. About 15 minutes after he first came, he came again--the tell-tale signs again giving him away. Still he remained hard and continued fucking. I could tell from the way his balls smacked my ass they had shrunk a bit from his two big loads. And I believed it, since my ass was beginning to feel like I had used an enema. He lasted another 20 minutes or so before pumping his third--and about the same-sized load--deep in my ass. He collapsed on me, his rock hard cock still plugging my hole, and oozing out the bit of cum still left to drain into my ass. After about 10 minutes I felt him begin to soften and his cock slowly withdrew until his head was just inside my opening. He reached back and gave his cock a slight tug but only to start its exit. He left the tip there still plugging my hole as it slowly closed. I felt a drip of cum from his cock hit my hole and begin slowly sliding down my ass crack. He broke our kiss and smiled at me. "That was awesome, thanks man. My balls were so full!" "I could tell," I replied. "Feels like you emptied your bladder up in there!" I chuckled as I finished that statement. "I pissed before I came over, otherwise I totally would have!" he laughed back. He rolled off me and slipped off the bed, walking back to his clothes. My legs stretched out on the bed, happy to extend themselves finally. He pulled on his jeans and his crew top and slipped into his shoes. "Hit me up if you're ever down to fuck again, I'd love to drop a few loads in that ass on the regular." I got up off the bed and walked him to the door. He left with another quick kiss, and I returned--still naked--to my seat on the couch and opened the app. I added him as another favorite, and with that I went back to my bed and collapsed into a deep sleep still rock-hard, with my stomach slick and my ass full.

Just had a nice 3some with a fuck bud and this Pakistani guy that has a huge thick dick. We started off by making out for about 10 minutes and a little sucking to continue. After about few minutes of that we were ready to spit roast me so I bent over my friends couch ass up. It took a little time to get his dick inside as he is as thick as a fist almost. Fortunately he had one of those dicks with a hard core and soft outer side so while it hurt to start pretty soon it felt amazing. He fucked me for a good 15 min until he couldn’t hold the cum in anymore and blasted a huge load inside my ass. My buddy then was enjoying the cum for lube doing full strokes for a while - it was real horny feeling the slop and listening to the sound of cum slapping and smelling it. He had a hard time not cumming as it was super horny so he came after about 10 minutes tops and shuddered as he shot another huge load inside me. Now I’m struggling a bit to keep it in and my ass crack is all covered and smelling of cum 💦🐷💦🐷

I always clean my top and have had very few reject my hungry mouth. It is my duty to clean my top's cock and balls and suck every last filament of cum out of their piss slit.

It was my first time going to this party. While it wasn't advertised as a bareback party, I assumed some of the guys would fuck raw. Arriving at the front door, my stomach lurched with anticipation as I rang the door bell, honestly not sure if I really wanted to go through with this, however at that second the door opened and a hot boy of 6' maybe 160 pounds was standing in the doorway, his hard cock stuffed into a pair of tight undies. "Hi, there," he said as he gave me a quick kiss. I responded by groping him. I get undressed in the main room, I feel all these eyes on my 28 year old, 5' 9" 160 pound body. My cock immediately sprang to attention. Grabbing my poppers, I stepped into the main room, my 6 1/2 inch CEO leading the way. It was somewhat dark, still I could hear moans and grunts, as well as the sounds of cocks being sucked down a throat or two, but it I didn't get the impression anyone was fucking. A bit disappointed I stood in the midst of the attendees, as I stroked myself, watching the show. Directly in front of me was a big daddy who was facing a kneeling boy who was busy sucking daddy's cock. Daddy looked over, took my cock into his paw, and stroked me. Moving a bit closer to Daddy, I was not unhappy when Daddy pulled his boy off his cock and shoves his mouth down on me. The cocksucker's mouth was hot, wet and warm and man, he was an expert at deep-throating! Taking a hit of poppers, I felt Daddy come up behind me as he slid his big rigid cock against my crack. At this point the cocksucker's efforts felt real good, especially since a cock was probing my crack. Taking another big hit off my poppers, I felt Daddy's cock head rubbing my hole, trying to punch through. Daddy spat on his cock and tried again as the cocksucker reached between my legs and guided Daddy's big cock to my hole. Daddy's cockhead felt extra slick, which made me wonder of the cocksucker had added some of his spit (or precum) to make Daddy's entrance less difficult. Again I hit my poppers, and as I did so, Daddy's cock slid into my hole. Fuck, it felt so good. Reaching back, I gave his cock a feel, confirming Daddy was fucking me bare. I could knew he was deep into my body. Part of me wanted to panic and I likely made some move to slid off of Daddy, but the cocksucker wedged me into position so I couldn't extract myself. Daddy meanwhile whispered "Man, your ass feels amazing. My cock loves you," as he also encouraged me to take a few more hits of poppers. At this point I was super hard from the guy sucking me and getting really wet and loose from the cock sliding up my ass. While I was somewhat conflicted, but pleasure won out as the Daddy fucking me was really hitting my prostate and I almost came down the throat of the guy blowing me. Nevertheless I managed to hold off until I heard Daddy moan. Quite involuntarily my hole tightened which caused Daddy to again moan as he pulled my body in tight as his cock throbbed in my ass. I (and my ass) felt warm and fulfilled. This was something I had never done, I had never had a raw cock up my hole, nor had I ever actually been loaded. Immediately I recognized what I had been missing all these years. No sooner had Daddy withdrawn when the guy who had been sucking my cock took Daddy's place, sliding in without missing a beat. I remember thinking 'For a cocksucker this guy sure knows how to top', and after scarcely six strokes I felt his load join the Daddy's load. Yeah, the cocksucker had shot a huge load up my ass, so much that when he withdrew his cock was covered in slime and cum and ass juices were oozing down my thigh. Shaken a bit, and definitely high from the poppers, I slowly walked out of the room looking to grab a quick smoke, even as I noticed the atmosphere of the party was picking up. Noticing there wasn't a condom in sight, I commented as much to the houseboy. Laughing, he explained "The regular party was earlier this evening. It turned into a raw party around 11:00." It occurred to me his explanation made some sense, as earlier in the evening no one had been fucking, whereas, as best I could figure, I had been fucked by Daddy precisely at 11:00. As I thought about the houseboy's explanation when I felt fingers exploring my hole. It was the houseboy, sporting a big grin as he felt the loads up my ass. His eight incher was brushing against my thigh as he whispered "Your ass is wet and hot. Let me add my load." At this point I figured I was in for a penny, so I might as well go in for a pound, so I gestured towards the party room and moved in that direction. The houseboy's finger slid out of my hole but he made a show of licking it. My cock got even harder. As I walked in the room the mood had changed and guys were fucking and sucking like no tomorrow. Hearing a groan, I turned my head to see a guy's ass tremble as he unloaded in a hot Latin guy. I also heard the top whisper "Enjoy that dirty load," as he withdrew, stepping aside as another man took his place. All I could think was "I'm glad that isn't me." My senses were brought back to reality when I felt the houseboy come up behind me as he slid the head of his cock into my hole. Sliding back, I relished the sensation of his large balls on my ass. At that point he proceeded to ram me. His balls slapped my ass and I couldn't hold back and rammed back on his cock and tighten my hole. I guess I liked the loads squirting around and knowing I was getting this guy off. I feel his cock get harder and he groaned as he filled me up with his load. As he pulled out he said "I forgot to mention. This is also a pozzing party." With that he slapped my ass and walked out. With this realization I freaked but was harder than ever. I look over and that Latin guy was getting creamed again. Once the guy finished I walked over, scooped some of the cum from my ass, lubed my cock and rammed it in the guy. His hole was sloppy and wet. I just went for it and kept fucking. It didn't take me long and I just let loose with a huge load. I pulled out and saw my cock was covered in cum. After cleaning up my cock I went to my hole. Worried, I saw it was leaking pink cum. While freaked, I quickly accepted the reality of what I wanted, indeed what I was meant for. Three months later I tested poz. Since then I have been going to this party every weekend.

Found this on telegram

i get so many great comments about my hole tatt - not a bio hazard one as you can see. i like to say that the sun does shine out of my hole

Here's another example of a biohazard tat centered on the asshole.

Here's another image of AJ Rider with his asshole tat that also shows the biohazard tattoo on his calf muscle.

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!

I say go for it man! It would look hot! I don't know the name of this bottom....but he has one fucking sexy hole! Tats can make almost anything look hotter!

Part Two The boy didn't move at first - he just stared at himself in the mirror as I pulled my dick out of his boi cunt. I loved the way his hole made and audible 'pop' when my big ol black daddy dick slipped out of his swollen little ring of an arse. I snapped my fingers, pointing at the floor by the bed with the order "Get on the floor, bitch." The dozzy boy was still seemingly entranced by his own reflection, so I gave him a super hard flick slap to his arse, (ask me, if you don't know what this is), which brought him round and another snap of my fingers had him on the floor by the bed. I sighed and idly played with my nipples as I leant back on the bed, I was very pleased with myself and the view I had. Here I was, a 60 year old big black brute, lazing on the bed with a little muscled teen ginger fucker sucking and slurping on my old man meat, cleaning my spunk and his ass juices off like a good boy should. That view was hot enough, but what made it super hot was the fact that in the mirrored doors of my wardrobe I could see the swollen pussy lips of his boy hole gently leaking my spunk as he sucked. I packed the pipe and took a nice draw on it, blowing the clouds down over my belly and onto his sweat dampened head. His eyes were bugging as he sucked looking up at me, so I asked "Baby boy want to blow some clouds?" He didn't drop my cock from his mouth, but his green eyes sparkled and he made a little nod as he continued to suck my limp dick. I rubbed my big hand through his damp hair as my dick started to come back to life, asking "You going to be a good boy for daddy, son?" His mouth moved up and down half of my cock as he nodded his eyes wide and hungry as I packed the glass pipe. It was an amusing sight the little lad on his knees blowing sweet big clouds whilst staring hungrily at my big black daddy meat. He went in to suck again, but I flicked his forehead saying "No, son, you gotta ask Daddy nice." His eyes gleamed and his forehead furrowed as he plead "Please, Daddy can I suck you?" I smirked and flicked his forehead again. "Wrong hole, son." The look in his eyes told me his brain was processing my words, and sure enough he asked "Will you fuck me again, Daddy?" I smirked as I picked up my phone and took a pic of him, "Maybe later, son, but for now you just keep doing what your doing." He carried on sucking as I sent the pic of him to my mates, after all a good boy needs to be shared eh? Us older blokes need a bit of chicken after all. Happily my mates were receptive to my invitation, and the ginger boi did not even notice another man in the room until he felt the man's tongue on his swollen ring. He dropped my dick out of his mouth and groaned. I smirked at him, advising "Just go with it, boy." A good man would have kept a slag like this to himself, but I am not a good or selfish man. As my mate slipped his cock up the boy's shitter, I grabbed the boy's hair, pulling his mouth back onto my dick, grunting as I did so, "Welcome to whoredom, little boy."

*True Story* It was the dead of winter in the Midwest of the United States. I’m talking constant gray skies, freezing temperatures, with virtually no end in sight. And, to make matters worse, I had just broken up with my ex of almost 5 years. Mind you, it was 5 years of some amazing sex. I’m talking about earth shattering, mind boggling, sex here. He was about 6 years younger than me with a lot of stamina for pounding and a lot more cum for giving (if you know what I mean). 😈 I’m a very stocky bottom, if you will. Ok, real stocky… We met on Growlr, to help give you a visual. Him 19 and me almost 25. The first time we met he drove several hours to stay the weekend with me, and virtually never left. That first weekend with him was only the 2nd time I’d ever been bred before, but the first time I had an anal orgasm. Let me rephrase that, MULTIPLE anal orgasms. Remember when I said earth shattering and mind boggling sex? This is exactly what I mean. Leading me to the point of no return… those anal orgasms made me utter words that I had never before said to another man; “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Eventually this boy moved in and we began building a life together. Working, eating, fucking, orgasms, sleeping, fucking, orgasms, repeat, repeat, repeat. But sadly, over time, we began to learn to despise each other and we each became bitter. Bitterness ensued due to stressful jobs, multiple moves, weight gain, coping with depression, and not being able to effectively work through our issues. Many many things went down between us over the course of 5 years that no amount of sex and anal orgasms could fix, sadly. So, we split. —————————————— Now, he’s moved out, living hours away again, and I’m free to fuck as I wish. But, interestingly enough I wasn’t sure where to even start. I was bigger than I was 5 years prior, living in a different town, and unsure of how well I’d be received by the local queer crowd. Well, like any newly gay and horny bottom would do, I downloaded some apps again and went on the prowl for something to fill the newfound void in my hole. 🤣 Let me tell you, there were some doozies! Guys that wanted to feed me more and watch me grow. Another wanted to publicly display me like a bearded lady at a carnival side show. But, then I found him. Let’s call him Stallion. The one who would open up my eyes, and hole, to a whole new world of sex. A world where my desires didn’t matter. My orgasms didn’t matter, especially my anal orgasms. For him, I was a sexual outlet - a release. An object if you will, that he could use to fulfill any of his sexual needs as they would arise. And let me tell you, he was real needy when it came to sex. He didn’t care what size I was, he didn’t care how big my cock was, and he sure as shit didn’t care about my desires. But, little did he realize, the more we chatted, the more he would fulfill desires I didn’t have a clue existed. We established a handful of ground rules before we even first met. 1) Not if, but when, we were to fuck he was in charge. He made the rules, and they could be altered as we went along. 2) I probably needed a safe word. So I had to come up with one. Even though I realized through all of this I’d never be allowed to use it. 3) If we fucked we were exclusive. Me to him and him to me. He would not, under any circumstances, use protection. All cum that he provided would enter into my body, none wasted. 4) No cum of mine, if any were to happen to be expelled, would enter his body. Remember, my desires and pleasure ultimately do not matter. 5) Since he was the dominant one we did outline a few limits for me; no scat, no piss, and no permanent modifications that weren’t pre-approved. Anything else was at his discretion, literally. All the ground work was set and we had planned a full weekend of fun for the next week!! —————————————— After work, on a cold and blustery Friday evening, I met him at a local sex shop. Mind you, I’ve seen his face, he’s seen mine, but nothing else. He knows I’m not well endowed, but I have disclosed that my balls are rather large. Again, he doesn’t care about my dick size… but, is excited to torture my nuts he says. He also knows I haven’t been fucked for about 3 months now. And he seems overly excited about that! He’s told me that he’s above average in both size and girth. And for a black man I feel like that could mean a whole slew of things, but I went with it. I hadn’t been with black guy and I wanted to sew some wild oats that I’d missed over the past five or so years. He’s in his mid to late forties, so about 10-15 years older than me, clean shaven face and head (man do I have a thing for baldies), and sporting glasses which make him look super sophisticated and educated. Bald, sophisticated and educated, I’d do whatever he wanted for sure! Before we met he had ordered me to complete two tasks. First was to ensure I was clean shaven. His exact orders were; “you’re to be hairless at all times in my presence from neck to nuts.” And do you all know how hard it is to shave like that; A) when you’re a bigger dude, and B) when you haven’t had a reason to shave like that for quite some time and it’s all a damn jungle?? Sheesh! Second was to ensure my hole was prepped and ready for anything me might throw at it on this Friday evening. Mind you, I was a bit nervous about this one because it had not only been quite some time since I had been fucked, but I also had a feeling he wasn’t going to take it easy on my hole, even on the first time around. Well, just because he didn’t necessarily have to. Don’t forget, my desires aren’t a priority. We meet at the sex shop and have introductions and make some small talk as he’s walking me through the store. I find out he’s looking to turn me into his personal cum dump. And let me tell you I almost creamed in my pants when he uttered those words, right then and there. He also stated that he would keep me plugged after he bred me. Finally, he said he had a couple other exciting things in store, mainly for my genitals. He stated very aggressively; “you better hope you listened and there isn’t any hair down there.” He grabbed my nuts through my pants and smirked at me as I almost collapsed on the sex shop floor from the agony running through my balls. ————————————— He picked out 2 very intimidating items to purchase, and when I asked if he planned on using them right away he said; “I haven’t decided yet, let’s see how tonight goes.” The first was a 5” tall, by 3” wide, bright red butt plug. I asked what that was for and he said; “Have you already forgotten about our deal? I cum, you retain it. I’m not going to make it easy on you and just let you swallow it. No boy, you’re going to have to work for it and we’re going to make sure your tight little pink hole absorbs all my black baby’s.” I say; “No sir, I hadn’t forgotten, but that plug looks really intimidating. I’m not questioning you or your ideas, I promise. I’m just going to be very tight in the beginning.” He says; “You’ll be opened up before you know it, promise.” As he grabs hold of what I can only assume to be a live python in his pants as he grabs my right ass cheek to give it a hard squeeze. ”Yeah, we need a larger plug to ensure neither it nor the cum slips out. This will do it”, Stallion says as he winks at me. 😉 The second item was a flat metal chastity cage with urethral plug. I’d always been interested in the idea of using a chastity cage, but never got the courage to ask the ex. He said; “This should do it too. I’m pretty good at determining ring size, and when I squeezed your nuts earlier I realized you weren’t kidding about their size. So, this larger ring and flat cage should keep your useless cock nicely tucked away for us both.” By this time I was sweating bullets, nervous as a whore in church. Thinking, what the fuck did I get myself in to? But, my “useless cock” as he called it, was profusely leaking pre-cum and ultimately deceiving me. He made his purchases and we left the sex shop, heading straight for my house. —————————————— Part 2 coming soon… 😈

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"Get in." I stared, frozen, at the twisted, sneering face of the man who just moments before had been my newfound friend and hiking partner. To my left stood the gaping maw of a rust- and moss-covered Chevy Suburban from the mid-1980s, its split tailgate opened to reveal a stained twin mattress nestled between the wheels. We were surrounded by forest with no one but the occasional squirrel or bird to witness what was happening. Seeing my hesitation, he repeated himself. "Get the fuck in. Now. Or you'll regret it." I took it as a threat, and I knew he had the power to make good on it. I'm a big guy, but at six-foot-eight and more than 370 pounds, Dan absolutely dwarfed me. Never mind the six other guys who had materialized, seemingly out of nowhere, as we approached the most secluded section of trail. Together, they had forced me into the brush. I estimated we had walked nearly two miles before entering this small clearing. How a Suburban came to be abandoned in such a remote spot, I cannot surmise. And even if I were so inclined, I had more important matters to occupy my thoughts. "Help him out, boys." Two of the men grabbed me from behind, each holding me by an arm as a third untied my hiking boots. I struggled, but he managed to get them both off my feet. He heaved them with all his might, each in a different direction, deep into the bushes. I felt the cold and wet seep through my heavy wool socks as my feet touched the ground. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Dan asked me, the sneer still on his face. He lifted his shirt and pulled down the front of his pants to reveal a biohazard tattoo on his abdomen, just above and to the left of his pubic area. I had met Dan on a website for guys who enjoyed bareback sex, where there was a subset of guys who were, or desired to become, HIV positive. Our conversation had quickly skewed to poz and bug-chasing talk, which has become an area of deeper and deeper interest for me over the past several years. Over the course of our conversation, we had discovered that we had other things in common, too, and eventually decided to meet and go for a hike to see if we might hit it off sexually. But he had not disclosed to me that he was positive - in fact, his online profile clearly said 'Negative, on PrEP' - so when we connected at the trailhead, I thought I was meeting a fellow chaser. The sight of the biohazard symbol both frightened and aroused me. As a bottom whose motto has been 'raw is law' for more than ten years (and whose online profiles all say 'Negative, on PrEP' even though I've never been on PrEP a day in my life), I was finally embracing the idea that it would eventually happen. I had always thought it would be on my terms - anonymously during one of my monthly cum dump sessions, for example - but it now appeared that it would happen on Dan's terms instead. The guys holding me were insanely strong, keeping me immobilized despite my constant attempts to free myself. After my boots were off, my pants were roughly torn from my legs, pulling off one of my socks as they came off. The guy undressing me threw them over his shoulder, into the wet grass. Then he reached for my underwear. "Well, what do we have here!" he exclaimed. "Seems someone is a little turned on!" I couldn't hide the fact that Dan's tattoo had awakened a primal urge within me. My cock had stiffened, standing at half-mast through my briefs. "Let him go," Dan instructed the two guys holding me. They relaxed their grips. "Take your underwear off," he said to me. I hesitated again. "Do it." Slowly, I peeled my briefs down my legs, finally kicking them off in the same direction as my pants. The mountain air was cold on my exposed skin, and I felt my hard-on begin to soften. "Now get in the truck. On the mattress, on your stomach." I looked around at the other guys, and saw that they were all undressing. "What is this, some sort of gang bang?" I finally found my voice and addressed Dan. "Something like that," he said with a grin. "You told me you're chasing the bug, well now the bug has caught you. Come on, get in. It's time for us to change your life." My heart was in my throat at the prospect of what was about to happen, but slowly I turned and climbed into the back of the Suburban. The mattress smelled old and musty, and I realized the spots all over it were cum stains. No telling how many other men left their negative lives behind in the back of that truck. I lay down on my stomach as instructed, crossing my hands beneath my cheek to keep my face off the nasty mattress. Immediately, I felt the truck squat on its suspension as one of the guys climbed in behind me. He roughly pushed my legs apart and then climbed on top of me. "We don't use lube, by the way," Dan called from outside. "But once you have a load or two inside you, no one's gonna need it anyway." I was grateful in that moment that I had been bottoming for as long as I had. My sphincter was naturally inclined to open for a hard cock, and I hadn't needed more than a little spit for years. The guy on my back spit on his hand, and his sleeve brushed my ass cheek as he wet his cock and lined it up with my hole. In a complete turnaround from just a few minutes before, I found myself breathless with anticipation. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and I opened easily as he pushed his way inside. "Holy fuck!" he yelled back to the others. "This is one fine ass. You guys are all gonna love it!" He was balls-deep, and just to show him what kind of a ride he was in for, I squeezed my sphincter around his shaft. "Ooo, you're gonna make me cum quick," he said. "I guess you want this dirty load, huh?" I gave in. I nodded and replied, "Yes." "Fuck yeah," he said, as squeezed my shoulders and began rocking his hips. His shaft slid in and out of me without effort, and within just a few minutes he was panting in my ear. "You want this poz load?" he asked gruffly. "Give it to me," I grunted in response. It was only after the words had left my mouth that I recognized a plaintive tone in my voice. I really wanted his toxic load. As I squeezed tightly around his cock and felt it spasming as he came inside me, I was already hungry for the next cock. At last, finished, he slid off me and climbed out of the truck. I felt the cold air on my ass again, but only for a moment. With a squeak of the old leaf springs, the next guy climbed in and on top of me to deposit his load. This cock was thicker than the first, and my hole felt full as he slid inside me to the hilt. He rocked his hips just as the first guy had, holding on to my shoulders as he worked his toxic load out of his balls. "If his didn't take, mine sure will," he grunted in my ear. "My viral load is over 750,000." "Fuuuuuuck," I moaned. "Give it to me, please!" "Here it comes," he growled, and once again I felt the telltale spasms that told me he was unloading. "Holy fuck!" he cried as he climbed off of me. "That is one amazing hole!" "My turn," I heard another voice say. In no time a third cock was inside me. This one wasn't as thick, but it was long and it hit my prostate just right. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my own cock as he thrust deep over and over until he, too, filled my guts. And so it went, with one guy replaced by the next until I had six loads of toxic cum mixing deep inside me. I no longer felt cold; the chill had been replaced by a warm glow of excitement at the prospect of finally converting. "Saved the best for last," Dan said with a chuckle from outside the truck. The suspension sagged as he climbed in and positioned himself on top of me. "I hope they got you stretched out for me," he said as he positioned his cock. He dropped his hips onto my ass, letting his weight drive his cock deep into my hole. He was huge! My sphincter burned as it was stretched well beyond its normal tolerance. My hands instinctively reached out, grabbing the edges of that filthy mattress as I grunted and breathed deeply, trying to ease the pain. And he wasn't just thick. He kept forcing his way inside me, to the point where I thought he would never stop. He pushed past my prostate and all the way to my second sphincter. Not satisfied with stopping there, he kept going, forcing that hole open, too. At last I felt his balls against mine. "Take a second to acclimate," he said. "You're in for a real fucking now." He remained still for a few moments, letting me adjust to his length and girth. Just as I began to relax, he slid his cock ever so slightly out of me, then back in, easing me into what was sure to be a pounding. And I was right. Each stroke was just a little longer than the last, until he had nearly completely withdrawn his cock before slamming it balls-deep once more. The pre-cum flowed freely from my cock, soaking the mattress beneath me as he drove that massive rod of meat into me over and over and over. "Holy fuck!" I heard one of the other guys exclaim from outside, "Look at the cum running out of him!" I could feel the other loads dripping down my balls and onto the mattress to mix with my pre-cum. "Get some pics, boys," he shouted. "I'm gonna want to remember this hole!" The pounding went on and on, much longer than any of the others had been. He seemed to be in no hurry to unload. I heard the clicks of cellphone cameras as Dan's friends took photos, evidence of my defilement. What they would do with them, I had no idea. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Dan growled in my ear. "Get ready, here comes my toxic load." "Oh, fuck!" The words sprang involuntarily from my mouth. "Poz me!" "Fuckin' right," he grunted. "Take it all." With that he drove his cock balls-deep once more and lay still. My sphincter was ruined, and I had no way of squeezing my hole around that massive slab of meat, but I could feel the telltale pulses of his urethra pumping that creamy toxic load deep into my guts. He let out a howl, deep loud and primal. "Yeah!" I heard several voices shout in unison. "I gotta say, guys, you were right," Dan said to them as he slowly slid his cock from my destroyed hole. "That was one for the books." I lay there in a fog, my face planted in that dirty, foul mattress, trying to recover my wits as well as my breath. After a few moments, I realized that I still had the edge of the mattress in a death grip. I relaxed my hand and slowly turned around. The clearing was empty. They were gone. The seven of them had used me and then disappeared. I had no idea where I was, nor did I know where my boots were! I carefully slid out of the Suburban, the cold, wet grass greeting my feet. I collected my sock, then my underwear and pants, gingerly sliding them on. My ass was still on fire, and as I pulled on my pants I felt cum dribble into my underwear. It took me nearly a half-hour to find my boots, and I knew that by the time I did Dan and his friends would be long gone. In looking for my boots, I had found a trampled spot of grass where they had exited the clearing - and presumably, where we had entered it. I stepped into the woods and followed what I hoped was the path we had taken from the trail. Thankfully, less than an hour later I was back on the trail and headed back to my car. My ass hurt with every step. As I stepped out into the parking area at the trailhead, I saw that Dan's car was gone. The light was fading - had I taken much longer to get out of there, I might have had to spend the night in the woods. I got into my car and a sharp pain hit me as my ass touched the seat. No matter. I was safe, and eager to get home. I spent much of the evening in a hot bath, soaking my poor wrecked asshole and trying to digest the events of the day. I felt oddly calm, given what Dan and his friends had done to me. The more I thought about it, the more I understood that Dan was, in his way, trying to give me what I had told him I wanted. Or rather, what I wanted. Logging onto the bareback site after toweling off, I found a message waiting for me from Dan. It included a very hot picture of his massive cock impaling my hole, a stream of creamy white cum trailing down my balls and onto the mattress. "No hard feelings, I hope," it began. "I've learned from experience that guys like you just need that last push into the life they dream about. My friends and I help make that happen. I wish you well. Now you can be happy. I'd love to hear when you find out your chasing days are over." Just over two weeks later, I fell ill with a nasty flu that passed in just a few days. I promptly made an appointment with my doctor. I see him tomorrow; within a week or so, I should know if I'm embarking on that new life. Wish me luck!

Me currently living in asia Not much of a chance to meet other race as i am not living in central city. So, one black guy texted me on grinder for hookup. He was not really in shape tho, but i was tired of being too demanding. When i saw him i was shocked as he had a thick dick as size of my wrist. Honestly you would hardly see that kind of girth in asia. The whole sex was awesome, i did 'shiofuki' all over his bed. I know it could be nasty be i can't help it, he just hit that stop. I told him to stop but he just fucked me while enjoying the scene. I was damn embarrassed, and tried to hide my face but he hold my both hand just so he can see me. After we were finished i could sense that my ass won't shut for days. While leaving i got his chat id and promised to meet him next week. I just can't wait man and i can't stop smiling ever since.

An announcement to my followers here: I'm joining my first literary contest as an author (no poz scene there) so my writing priorities are somewhere else now. But I'll try to get a "one-shot" holidays story shortly. Depending on how my schedule goes following 2 weeks.

Haha, thanks for the replies and no worries, there is more! 😜😈 Chapter 14 I barely remembered going home when I woke up. I was a mess. I had violently tried to jerk off when I was home, because I was so horny and couldn´t sleep yet. But the cage allowed for little touching of my dick and my hole was sore, so I didn´t want to pull out the plug. Well and I also didn’t want to lose any of that precious seed. So I watched some porn and touched myself all over before I finally fell asleep after two or three more hours. And here I was, realizing what I had done the day before. My eyes shot open and I groaned. “Fuck…” I muttered. The memories were hot and dizzying. Then, my hand shot to my dick and gripped the cage. What the…? Had I really let a guy I just met and didn´t know shit about lock my dick into a cage and send me home with his cum up my ass? And let his friend, who “randomly” walked in on us, do the same? I didn´t even know how to contact him! How the fuck would I get out of this?! I started panicking and took some deep and slow breaths. It´s gonna be alright, I told myself. I rolled out of bed and felt the soreness of my hole and the plug still inside. What hour was it? I must have slept for long, since the sun was already setting again. I looked at my phone to see the time and saw the messages that I had gotten. I quickly scrolled through it, unsure if I had missed anything important today. But then I saw a message from a number I didn´t have in my contacts. “Hope your hole gets ready for the next dosage until the weekend. Enjoy being a caged fag for BBC until then!” I stared at the message for a moment. Wow! Well, at least now I had his number. I wanted to type a quick response about giving me the key to the cage before I stopped myself and thought for a second. The weekend was four days away. Not too far. And… Maybe it would be hot to just try to wear the cage, knowing he had the key? Only one way to find out… I got through the week as a quivering mess. One part of me being VERY aware of the cage and afraid anybody would see it; the other part of me anxious for the weekend and getting to see Jamal again and fucking loving every second of him holding the key to my cock. He had just texted me back three times: Fithe first time saying he´d get back to me on Friday for details of our meeting and I should send him a picture of my locked cock to confirm. The second time a day later with a picture of his hard cock. The third time was plain as well and turned me on as much as the last: “I loved fucking you sweety! You´re so sexy with a cock in your mouth or ass!” I would have gotten hard on that message if I could have. Some day were more of a pain, but his messages and the memories of the last sex as well as my increasing horniness about the prospect of the next weekend kept me in check. I knew I should ask them about condoms and not do so much drugs the next time. The needle hadn´t really been administered with consent, but… Fuck, I didn´t know what to do! When Jamal messaged me Friday evening, I was so ready to get pounded into submission once more. I had already cleaned out and to be ready as soon as he got in touch. When he told me to come over to his place, I was out of the house within five minutes. When I reached his door, I was trying to be rational for a second, considering once again the implications of what had happened to me during the events. Made high, being bred and caged by I guy I barely knew, now at his doorstep again, eager like a puppy, awaiting his presence, body, smile, smell and cock. This was surreal! Shouldn´t I just run and…? That’s when the door opened, revealing Jamal´s grin and his muscular body, wearing nothing but short running shorts, outlining his powerful legs and big tool. I didn´t know where to look first. “I´ve been waiting here and hoping you´d be this fast! Come on in!” My thoughts vanished into thin air as soon as I saw him. He was looking so hot! “Ah, sure… cool! I´m happy to…” When the door had closed behind me, Jamal pinned me against the wall, ravaging my mouth. He drew back for a second, grinning at me again, letting his hands slide over my body. Once found my dick in its cage and one groped my ass. “Fuck Jakey, I´ve missed your sexy little body!” What had I been thinking about again? He kissed me again, then pushed me towards the living room with his hand still on my ass. The room was lit nicely with indirect light. Porn was already playing and below the moans I heard a steady rhythm of music playing. On the table lay a torch and a lighter, a small bottle with liquid, poppers and lube. Beside the sofa I saw a big bag with different items of gear or toys sticking out. I was pretty stunned as it looked like a porn set I had walked in on and wanted to formulate some concerns, when Jamal pushed me down to sit on the sofa by my shoulder and sitting down beside me. He casually reached for the pipe and the lighter and started heating the contents. He drew a deep breath and came towards me, put the pipe down and kissed me, exhaling his hit into me. When he ended the kiss after a while, I exhaled and felt my heartbeat go even faster. Jamal then put a hand on my shoulder, smiled and started to massage my neck. „Do you know why we are such a perfect match?“ I could just look at him questioningly. „I mean… aside from the obvious…?“ „Because you´re a little slut, yeah. And you´re also a curious, but shy slut. You need somebody to take care of you and to make you do all the things that you actually crave but are afraid of trying. Or that you think you shouldn´t try because bla bla bla…“ He trailed off and smiled at me. It was a half warm, half evil smile. „And you´re gonna do ALL of these things!“ I tensed. I wasn´t sure what ALL meant. „Oh shh, I know, I know. There are some things you really don´t want to do. And then there are things you would say you don´t wanne do, but that you actually want to happen anyway or made to do. We will do all of the latter. And you´ll have such a good time!“ He moved his hand to my cage and pressed it with his hand. „And you don´t even have to say anything. Well, and you have no say in that anyway. I have so much to force you with. But really, I don´t even need to, do I?“ He stared at me. Even though he was sitting next to me, it seemed like he was towering over me. „I…“ I cleared my throat. „I guess not.“ „Right answer baby.“ He put his hand up to my face and caressed my cheek. „We´re gonna have so fucking much fun this weekend!”

Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I love Damien Silver's dirty talk...

Sorry for the delay in posting this part, I posted it in the wrong section by mistake. ************************************************************************************ Johnson held the boy's legs back by gripping him behind his knees. The boy was making 'ooohh' and 'aahhhh' noises as Johnson screwed him like a pro. I leaned-in, and, grinning at the boy, gave him a nice wet sloppy kiss, simultaneously twisting one of his little nipples between my fingers. The boy returned my kiss eagerly and then gazed up at me adoringly as I slipped my cock into his eager little mouth. Anton grunted "Looks like the whore's in love." "Maybe, but in love with cock, more like it" I replied. "Fucking right" growled Johnson, his dick pummelling the boy's arse, "his pussy's massaging my dick really good" and then grabbing the boy's rock hard dick in his hand, Johnson ordered him "Cum for me, little boy, cum while I'm fucking you and Daddy will spunk in your pussy." The boy groaned and reached for his nips twisting them himself and groaning his eyes glazed but full of desire as he vocalised the pleasure his pussy was giving him. Johnson reared up spreading the boy's legs even wider and, remaining on his haunches, held the boy by his slim waist, using his strength to pull the boy hard down on his cock as he slammed his hips hard, screwing the boy with amazing strength and vigor for a man his age. The boy's body was being shaken like a rag doll and he was covered with sweat, but he carried on working his nips as Johnson fucked his hole and held onto his little white boy cock, the boy threw his head back and let out a high pitched 'eennnnnn!!' as his cock spurted his white teen boy cum over his abs "atta boy" Johnson grunted and fucked in harder literally roaring as his own cock fired his sperm deep inside the boy splattering his innards with another load of black daddy cum. Johnson lowered himself onto the boy kissing him as he ground his cock into the boys pussy as if to make sure his cum got in as deep as he could. When Johnson pulled out the boy just laid there on his back with his legs still spread his muscled chest heaving gently as he breathed, Johnson rubbed his jizz covered dick over the boys lips and face "looks like the boys partied out". The guys left and I went back into the bedroom, I put the boys pizza delivery baseball cap on his head sitting him up so he was leaning against the headboard, I got a piece of card and wrote on it 'for pizza call me' and the number of the pizza place he worked at, I then pushed his legs back and tied them in place so that his swollen boi pussy was on full show oozing spunk along with his little dick that I worked hard, a little slap brought him round enough to hold the card and smile for me as slid my cock into his cunt and took the picture that would definitely be getting his pizza boss a lot of business! I cleaned the tina boy up a bit and then let him sleep for a few hours before rousing him telling him it was probably time to go, he looked a bit disoriented at first and I went to pick up his clothes, when I came back into the bedroom he was on the bed with his legs pulled back staring at his swollen hole in the mirrored wardrobe doors, he looked at me "oh god what did you do to me?", I sat down on the bed next to him and putting my hand between his legs my finger lightly touching his ring smiled "just what you asked us to do son, fucked and spunked inside your bum", he glowed red and his eyes widened "us??!!", I pushed my finger into his wet sloppy pussy "yes 'us' boy, me and two buds of mine, you begged us to fuck and put our poz cum in you", he threw his head back shaking it but offered no resistance as I started to gently finger fuck his hole, "and you loved it son, you loved our big black daddy cocks in you little boi pussy corrupting it" he stifled a sob but he also groaned his nipples hardening on his chest, I lent down and started to chew lightly on one of them as I smiled watching his white boy cock stiffening between his legs, "that's right baby boy right now Daddys black poz babies are getting your slutty boi pussy pregnant". I could hear him sobbing quietly but again he did not move and his cock stayed hard between his legs, I continued chewing on his nipple mumouring what a good boy he was until I heard a little voice whisper "again to make sure please Daddy?", I looked at my grinning face and rock hard dick in the mirror "definitely son, that's a good fucking boy" The End

Well put. Case and point is a guy who started by taking neg loads, then two years ago at IML he started taking all loads, no questions asked. I was there at Steamworks when he started doing it. It was sorta a special moment. He wrote up his thoughts and I put them on my blog 'cause I thought it was important to document what goes through someone's head at that moment. I highly recommend reading what he wrote... http://www.rawtop.com/blog/2008-06/thoughts-of-a-neg-bareback-bottom-taking-all-loads He became poz a few months later. Now he's a proud cumhole who gets as many loads as he can. He's on here actually. He was at the last IML and posted here saying he was looking for loads. Not all bareback bottoms become cumdumps, but it does happen - even when you start out "Neg4Neg".