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I've wanted to tell this story for a while now. It happened in the mid 90s, and no one has ever known about it, apart from the other person involved, and I honestly think he would be happy to share it now too. I had known Jamie for a few years, he was a friend of one of my closest friends and I had met him at various social events although I didn't know him particularly well. In the mid 90s, just before he turned 30, Jamie became ill and was diagnosed with an AIDs related condition. Over the next few months, Jamie lost quite a bit of weight - but otherwise his body did not change much. Internally, it was a different matter and he was taken to hospital suffering from severe pneumonia. He was not expected to survive, but he did, although the doctors said he would be unlikely to survive another serious illness. Jamie had no partner and his family didn't want to know him, so my friend Paul decided to take him in and a group of us decided to look after Jamie between us and make sure he had everything he needed. I quite often sat with Jamie when Paul was at work at the weekends and we enjoyed each other's company. Over the next couple of months we got to know each other quite well. Paul was working on Christmas Day that year and I said I would be happy to sit with Jamie. I arrived in the early afternoon and we talked for a while. Then I helped Jamie take a shower and stood with him while he took a nice long piss in the toilet. Soon he was sitting comfortably up in bed in clean T-Shirt and underpants. I made us a drink and we talked for a while longer. After a while, the talk turned to sex, and Jamie told me how much he missed it. We began to talk about sex and Jamie confessed that he had always liked sex without a condom. "Do you want to know a secret?" I said Jamie nodded and I leant forward "So do I!" Jamie looked surprised. "You like sex without a condom?" he said and I nodded. "Fuck!" said Jamie Neither of us said anything for a moment and then I asked him "Are you hard?" Jamie nodded, "Yeah," he said "Are you?" I nodded too and stood up. Jamie looked at my cock sticking up in my trousers and then looked at me. I nodded and he reached up and began to rub my hard cock through my trousers. I pulled back the cover and saw Jamie's cock was hard in his pants. We stroked each other for a while and then I pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, and took it in my hands. I began to wank him gently. "Oh fuck!" he moaned "That's so good!" I wanked him for a while and then I pulled my jeans and pants down to my knees. "Why don't you suck my cock?" I whispered I moved closer to the bed and pushed my cock towards Jamie's mouth. He licked the tip and then took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me really well and this, together with the knowledge of what we were doing brought me very close and I knew that if I let him suck me for much longer I was going to cum in his mouth. I pulled my cock out of Jamie's mouth and took hold of his cock again. He had been wanking as he sucked me and his cock was super hard. I wanked him for while and then rubbed his balls. He lifted his legs and soon my finger found his arsehole. He moaned softly as my finger pushed into his arse and I began to finger his hole. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Oh fuck, I wish you could fuck me right now!" "Maybe I could," I said, but Jamie shook his head. "No," he said, "You can't fuck me." I wasn't sure what he meant. "Could you take it?" I asked, and Jamie nodded "Oh yes," he said with a grin, "I could take it - but it's way too much of a risk for you." "Let me worry about that," I said, and motioned to him to kneel up on the bed. I wasn't sure he was going to do it at first, but after a moment's hesitation, Jamie moved round and knelt up on the bed, presenting his naked arse to me. I pulled his cheeks apart and gently fingered his hole and then I pushed my tongue right up him. Jamie moaned as I licked his hole and after a while he said "You have to fuck me now!" He opened a drawer and passed me a small tube of lube. A few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock into his arsehole. He groaned and told me not to stop but just to take it slowly. I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then gave him a moment to get used to my cock. Jamie sighed, "Fuck me!" he said Jamie's hole was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I started off slowly, pulling my cock all the way back and then pushing it back up him slowly, and then I began to fuck him a bit harder. I could tell that Jamie was enjoying the fuck every bit as I was. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!". I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard. We were both totally into the fuck now and after a while I told him I was going to cum in him. "Oh fuck, yes, yes!" he moaned as I began to shoot my load right into his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop as I shot more and more cum right up him. When I had finally finished cumming in him, I pulled out and he laid back on the bed. His cock was hard and he took hold of it and began to wank himself. I moved his hand away and, bending forward, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He moaned as I sucked him and I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth. I stopped sucking for a moment. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him. "No way," he said "I can't do that!" I put my finger over his lips. "Do you want to fuck me?" I said again. After a moment of silence, Jamie nodded and I grinned at him. I'm not quite sure exactly what was going through my mind as I bent over the bed and pushed my arse out. I felt Jamie move in behind me and then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my now lubed arsehole and then I felt him push his cock right up me and begin to fuck. I knew what I was doing was madness, but I couldn't help myself - in that moment I wanted nothing more than for Jamie to fuck me and then cum right up me. Until a year or so before this, I had always been careful to practise safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and even reaching behind me every now and then to make sure that the guy fucking me still had his condom on - and now I was taking the biggest risk of all. I also wondered what my friends would say if they knew what I was doing. I knew they viewed me as someone who was very measured and made wise decisions both at work and in my personal life and as far as I knew, they all practised safe sex too. And now, here I was, bent over the bed, being fucked without a condom by a guy who had AIDS - I can't tell you how turned on I was! Jamie was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. I was urging him on now, telling him to fuck me harder and moaning "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A few minutes later, Jamie cried out "Oh fuck!" and I felt his whole body shudder as he thrust hard up my arse and I knew he was cumming deep inside me. I was playing with myself as Jamie fucked me and the moment I felt his cum spurting into my unprotected arse, I shot another load of cum out in front of me, When he pulled out of me, I took Jamie's cock into my mouth and sucked him for a few minutes and soon he was back in bed. He was tired now and needing a rest. When Paul came home from work a couple of hours later, Jamie was sleeping, with his arms folded and a contented smile on his face. When Jamie woke up a couple of hours later, we had all had a meal together and then spent a very enjoyable evening. All the time, I could feel Jamie's load up my arse and I could tell he had shot a really big one up me. The next time I sat with Jamie was one of the last. He told me then how much he had enjoyed what we did and said I would never know how much it meant to him to feel so horny again and to feel wanted and loved. As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about what we had done and I knew it would not be long before I was taking more risks. Of course I knew there might well be consequences from what we had done on that Christmas afternoon - but I decided to cross that bridge if and when I came to it.

Two bottoms can keep each other much happier than two tops can

Chapter 16 I was panicking for a second, just like the last time he had walked in on us. But I quickly calmed down, because… well. Last time had tuned out amazing and this guy was just so fucking hot! Not to mention that Jamal´s body and cock had me completely unable to move away with my legs over his shoulders, even if I had tried. So after a few seconds pause, I relaxed and threw him what I hoped was a sexy grin, saying “You like to walk in on us, hm? Bet you had planned this again, right?” Looking to Jamal, who had stopped his fucking for a second. Before they could answer, I told them: ”So then, come here! Don´t just look, I want to feel you…” That’s where my newfound courage wavered, but I was pretty proud of myself nonetheless. Taron whistled. “Wow, you are… a lot more slutty than last time already! I wonder if the smoke and cock in your ass have anything to do with that?” he mocked me, then laughed, as Jamal resumed his fucking with a hard strike, making me gasp. Taron quickly shed the little clothing he still wore and came over in just a pair of white socks, which contrasted beautifully with his dark legs. I didn´t know where to look first: His defined chest, sexy smile or his rising cock! In the end, when he came closer, he made sure his cock won out by bringing it to ma face. I quickly gave it a lick and he laughed. “Such an eager slut! We´re gonna have you turned in no time!” He then bent down, gave me a sloppy kiss and grinned at me again like a child with his favorite toy, before making sure my mouth was as full of his cock as possible. The next few hours were a flurry of being mouth- and assfucked in all positions I had known so far and some more. The guys made sure that my ass was never empty of cock for more than a quick break of smoking up. And even then I was usually on my knees, one of their cocks in my hand, the other in my mouth. I was so glad about all of this! I didn’t bring up the topic of condoms again, since I figured it was too late for that now anyway and I was pretty sure they would´t use condoms today anymore whatever I said. “He has that thinking face again.” Taron said, looking down on me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I realized I had stopped working their cocks. “What did you think about Jakey?” “Well, this is all so crazy, really! Last week I couldn´t have imagined any of this! Not drugs, not bare, not multiple people. And I just thought I don´t know if that´s…” I stopped there, not wanting to kill the mood. Jamal looked at me with his signature sly grin. “And you don´t know if that´s a good tun of events? A good personal growth for you? A good path to continue down, as a locked slut for bare cock?” I meekly nodded. “Well, we can´t know for certain. But there are some pretty good indicators. For example, look up at us. How do you feel, Jakey? Honestly. Feel into yourself… You feel good, don´t you`? You have been thinking about this all week, wanted this to happen. And now you´re here, on your knees, servicing us…” I did as he told and… I couldn´t deny it. I felt alive, exhilarated even. Because of the drugs, for sure. But also because I was living my wildest fantasy right now! “You have fantasized about going bare, right? Taking multiple cocks at once? Being a slut for dominant fuckers?” I definitely couldn’t deny that. Bareback porn was all I had been watching. Always telling me it was great for porn, but being safe was more important. And that I couldn´t do, what was portrayed in some of the scenes. And… “Look at me, Jake!” Jamal ordered. I did. He held the pipe in his hands, heating it. “Tell me you don´t want to take a hit of this right now, if that´s what you feel. Otherwise, go for it…” I looked at the pipe for a second, the white smoke slowly starting to rise from the hole at the top. Jamal held the mouthpiece towards me and I put my lips on it, sucking in the smoke once more. Holding it inside, let it into my body, free my brain. Then letting it out slowly and looking back at Jamal. “Such a good boy Jake!” he said, caressing my head after giving the pipe to Taron. “Now slowly jerk our dicks again. Really feel them in your hands and look at them…” he continued, his words hanging in the air like a spell that I instantly followed, realizing I hadn´t even let go of their dicks while we had been talking. I stroked their hard, yet soft skin slowly up and down. I could feel their heat, their blood pumping. I felt like I could really feel their manliness through their beautiful cocks. Their veins, their glistening tips, their soft, dark skin gliding through my hands… “And now tell me what you want Jake. Follow your instinct, your nature. Speak your mind freely and don´t let us or anybody else hold you back. What do you truly want to do now? Think about things that your parents or your teachers told you? Ask questions like a little boy and be an uncertain and insecure child, debating pros and cons with us right now? Or…” he put a finger below my chin, making me look up at his body and face “…do you want to enjoy the here and now? Be the sexy little slut you showed us glimpses of already? Live like you have never done before, but always wished you could?” He took his hand away, letting ma gaze drop down to their erect towers of manliness again, feeling them in my hands and enjoying the view my position gave me. “Tell us now, baby! And act on it…” he let that linger for a moment, breaking my trance. “I…” I gulped, before continuing with a more steady voice. “I really want to enjoy this with you! And so much more! Please, let me be yours and use me!” I pleaded, looking up at them, before giving way to my most urgent instinct right now, which was devouring Jamals cock, pressing it down my throat, massaging it with my tongue and pressing my nose into his pubic hair while furiously jacking off Taron´s cock, before doing the same to him, before looking up at them again from being impaled onto Taron´s tower of manliness. They grinned approvingly, Taron, chuckling and pressing me down into him even more, while Jamal took my hand away from his cock and stood up. “I´m glad you´re so honest with us, Jakey! Now, let me give you a reward for that…”

Caught an active location tip on Sniffies to Google "Charles River Park 1" in Boston to be routed to a tiny parking lot adjacent to the Charles River near Harvard. It was a chilly night, but not freezing. I parked and noticed a few men in their cars, each one keeping an eye 👀 on the parking lot. There was a guy walking around, scanning the area, and it was clear what everyone was there for. A few cars left, and as the initial excitement died down, I exited my truck, threw on my jacket, and walked along the river path towards the boat house. The full moon, 🌕 shrouded in a hazy cloud cover, illuminated the path just enough. I spotted a man in a secluded part of the path and approached him. He was sitting on a tree stump, his giant, erect nipples exposed, and his mouth open. I teased his nipples, and he stood up, and we began a passionate embrace. Soon, three other men joined us, jerking off and sucking each other just a few feet away. The cold air made it a bit challenging to maintain an erection, but it added an exciting edge to the experience. We played with each other, showing off for the others. I knelt down and deep-throated his thick, white cock, swallowing his entire load. 💦👄💦 He sat back down on the stump and began sucking me off. One of the other three men left, leaving two behind. They approached us and started stroking me while I was being sucked off. I let my older, handsome daddy suck the other guy's cock while I made out with one of them, and we took turns tasting each other's dicks. I let one of the newcomers swallow my pent-up TWO-WEEK load. All in all, I spent about an hour there, with at least 40 uninterrupted minutes of pleasure between 6 and 7 PM. I'll definitely have to check this spot out again soon. 😉

Generally, I have found slings to be incredibly comfortable, and in most instances you can adjust the height so that the top has direct aim at your hole. I had a friend who gave me just the leather portion of the sling, I guess you would call that the seat. It was really comfortable. We didn't have the remaining pieces so we went to Hope Depot, got the remaining parts, and attached it to the ceiling in his hallway, which lead from the living room back to his bedroom. There were four of us, two of those guys who I had never met before. The one total top was very hot, never would have thought he was gay. He asked if I wanted to be the first to try it out and he would fuck me. I happily agreed. Now, he's big, he's really going to town on my ass. Then suddenly, the metal rods we used to attach the sling (or rather the seat) to the sealing suddenly came off. He had to catch me underneath, with his dick STILL in MY HOLE, and lower me gently on the hardwood floor, where he finished fucking me till he shot his load. Now, I am not sure if I was embarrassed, or afraid that I would break some bones in my back or crack my dumb ass head, but he continued on, and did a great job. When he finally shot his load, the other two guys were laughing their heads off, as I laid there on the hardwood floor, with my ankles now wrapped around his shoulders. That 'drop ceiling" did me in", and for the rest of the weekend, we had to maneuver around the sling, now on the floor, to get to the bathroom and bedroom. The guy was not pissed off, he was big enough and strong enough to hold me and still manage to keep his dick inside me. Funny follow up, the guy who "gave me" the sling had gone to Federal prison. That same weekend, his MOTHER called me and said ">>>>>>, do you have >>>>>'s sling? I was polite and respectful and said he owed me money and he would not be getting the sling back once he served his four years. It was very funny, talking to some kindly woman about her son's sling. I did not tell her it came out the drop ceiling with some guys's dick up my ass. I love slings and to this day, I fondly recall the day one became dislodged with a random dudes dick up my ass. Fun times!

Chapter 3: The message was clear: "Ready for round two, slut?" His fingers danced over the screen, typing out a swift response. "Always," he replied, a smug grin tugging at his lips. The memory of their last encounter still fresh in his mind, a thrill shot through him at the thought of pushing even further. The weeks of anticipation had only stoked the flames of his desire. Every time he saw a public restroom, every time he felt his asshole clench involuntarily at the thought of being filled and used, he knew he had to have more. The Snapchats had been a tease, a series of fleeting images that only served to fuel his craving for the painful pleasure that awaited him. He knew that this time would be different, that the anonymity of the public bathroom was a mere precursor to the depravity that awaited him in the privacy of his home. A week off work, the house to himself and fiancé working in the office. The day arrived with a sense of urgency, the minutes ticking by with painful slowness as he counted down to their rendezvous. His stomach fluttered with excitement and nerves as aussieanon pulled into the driveway, parking up. —— I opened the door revealing an apartment filled of photos of the fucktoy’s fiancé with their family. Inside, my new found fuck toy was waiting; blindfolded… took him long enough to get this place free. Blindfolded, like I asked him. Perfect. I announced by present through the door, “you ready”. I could smell the leather and musk the stupid slut had been sniffing beforehand. I walked in, he was taking a hit hit that filled fucktoy’s nostrils as I pushed him onto the bed, I pulled out my phone; the sound of a camera shutter clicking in the background. He didn’t know what was coming next, the sharp slap of my hand across his face without ceremony, the promise of his limits being stretched to their breaking point. The anticipation was a sweet torment, a symphony of lust and fear playing out in his mind. The bed dipped as Aussieanon's straddled fucktoy’s waist, the heat from his body a perfect balance with the head rush from the poppers. He felt the man's coarse fingers prodding at his slicked-up asshole, testing his readiness. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, slut?" the top growled, his voice thick with desire. Fucktoy nodded, his throat dry, unable to form words. The jock was removed with a pop, as he braced himself for the inevitable. The thought of the man's cock pushing inside was overwhelming, the pain quickly giving way to a deep, intense pleasure that made his toes curl. But that wasn’t going to happen just yet. Aussieanon flipped him round, lie on your back with your head at the edge of the bed, I’m going to use your throat and get you open. His cock slapped out, fucktoy couldn’t see a thing other than the shadow and cock suddenly slapped across his face. “Open”.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

My partner was on a business trip for a couple of days and was supposed to return on Monday, he left with the keys to my locked cock so I was left to find the loads I need to keep my holes full of cum over the weekend. I somehow organized the college student, the builder and one of his coworkers that already use me regularly to come over Friday afternoon for a night of fun, just a small gathering of hung men that can come many times in my hole 💦 They all arrived at the same time and I was already waiting for them naked, only wearing the cage on my cock, so they stripped too and we were having some drinks outside on the day bed, I was in the middle of the pile of naked bodies, we were all making out and hands were everywhere, focusing on my hole till the college student started lifting my legs and dove right in with his tongue, eating my hole like a pro, making me moan as his long tongue penetrated my hole, that was the trigger for builder and his friend and they presented me with their own cocks to suck. Bingo! soon after the friend started fucking my mouth and throat hard, as the builder switched with the college dude and started playing with my hole, teasing it with his cock head on my slick hole, till in one swift motion he was balls deep, I was groaning and my eyes were already tearing up from the throat fucking. If I didn't have my throat filled with a thick cock they could definitely see me smile lol after a few minutes of getting fucked hard the growling became louder and we realized that we were in my back yard and the neighbors could soon start hearing the action (definitely not the first time and we don't really give a fuck lol) but we decided to to move the action inside and I guided them down to the play area so we can let loose and not have any restriction. I was soon place on the fuckbench, with my hands and legs locked in the positions and I was spitroasted by the builder and the student in my mouth and his friend in my hole. i could barely fit the student in my mouth as he is so damn thick and soon he switched places and took his place behind me, teasing my hole with his enormous cockhead, and as I was cleaning the friends cock from my ass juices deep in my throat the student started pushing in, slowly and deliberately, making me groan from getting my hole so stretched around his cock till he was balls deep. he gave my a couple of seconds to adjust my insides before the pounding began. I was locked tight in place as he pummeled my hole hard, I'm sure he was putting on a show for the other men as he kept saying "you like mt big cock don't you slut? You love being my pussy boy", music to my ears! 20 minutes on non stop drilling till I was rewarded with the first load in my hole as they were cheering him on! He kept pumping till his cock softened up a bit and as he pulled out, the builder shoved all the way in in one swift move, my hole was so slick and open already he slipped in easily. then the routine began, one was fucking my hole as I was servicing the other two with my mouth, cleaning their cock and tasting they cum and my ass juices and repeat. After they all dumped their 9th load in me and the student began pounding me again for his 4th load I heard a familiar voice from the entrance, I looked up and I saw my partner. returned home earlier wanted to surprise me, watching me take one more cock adding to the 14 loads I already had in (I took a few loads earlier to prepare and stretch my hole haha) All he said was "sweet! I guess you are ready for all the boys I invited later to use you as a treat for not being here these few day" Since my guests already have met my partner and we all played together at some combination they quickly asked if they can hang in for the bigger event! From that moment on I had taken more than 50 loads, my hole was filled non stop by at lease one cock for a couple of hours I was also double penetrated by all men at least once, as my mouth was also used to get the men back hard, clean their cocks after they just dumped a load on me or drink their piss when they needed. I was there to served as they pleased. At some point I was laid back in the sling and someone started fisting me, he just slid right in after my hole was overflowing with cum and ruined by all the cock I took in me (some were pretty huge haha) I was so happy, fulfilling my duty, being used by all the men that my loving partner invited to use me and ruin my hole. Then they started leaving after dumping one final load till it was just my partner and the student and I was just leaving on the mattress, exhausted, covered by sweat and cum and piss, my hole was both buzzing and numb from the non-stop intense fucking I just got for nearly 9 hours. They both picked me up and was taken to the near bathroom, after I emptied my hole from all the loads directly onto my partners face as he was eating my used hole, I was placed in the large bathtub we have in the playroom shower room, that they filled with hot water and we shared a very intimate hot bath to relax my body and hole. After that the 3 of us went upstairs to the bedroom, I was laid on the bed and both men spooned me, keeping me warm and relaxed as I drifted to sleep, feeling my hole getting fucked by both of them during that time as they woke up hard. woke up all fresh and energized with my hole still leaking cum from all the men that used me and the loads my partner and the student dumped in me during my sleep! as I went downstairs I smelled that wonderful smell of pancakes and fresh coffee, watching my partner and the student cooking naked and as they saw me they started clapping their hands in my honor for being such a good cumdump (my partners words haha) I just kissed my partner and told him that I love him so fucking much for making me feeling so special by being used for both our pleasure and the student joined us for a quick 3way kiss before we sat down to have our breakfast and have a lazy start of the day. 🐷

LOVE it! Asses up side by side. Hoping for 2 tops 1 in each and trading off! If only 1 we'd tell him to nut in ass he liked best. The "loser" gets to clean tops cock and if he rises again gets to breed the other!

What a beautiful Christmas story. You gave Jamie a wonderful gift and hopefully he gave you one as well.

Totally agree. Why I bought one.

I have been poz, high toxic and not on meds for many years. I would love to feel Jamie's AIDS ☣ strains in me 😉 I want it deep inside me 🤪

I’m a vers bottom. Yes I love cock in my ass but one of my favorite scenes is to play with other bottoms Kissing, sucking, fingering—sometimes fisting-together can be so amazing. Admittedly, after a few hours of that, we’re both desperate for hard cock so we’ll call someone over. But the time with the other bottom is often the most passionate moments. Do you bottoms like playing with other bottoms?

PART 2 He pulled out of my ass, and I watched him get dressed again. Then my eye fell on his hip, where there was a tattoo of a scorpion. 'What a nice tattoo,' I said, 'I'm a scorpion too! November 17 is my birthday' The man let out a laugh and looked at me 'If you want a present you'll have to wait a little longer.... Maybe you'll get the same tattoo from me then.' I looked at him unsure of what he meant, but he didn't seem to care. The man bent down again and gave a kiss. 'Send a message if you want another load'. And before I knew it, the man was gone again. Naked I lay there, with my ass full of seed and a small cock that was still hard. ----------------------------- 'What have I done?' I think... I just let a random man, that I don't know, cum in my ass... Was this the right thing to do, I wonder...? Like, I didn't even check to ask him if he was tested recently.. It's not like I want to get a STD or something, you know? Ugh - why was I so irresponsible? Why did I act on my desires to please a man and just stop thinking about my own safety and health? It felt really nice though, I must admit. And it was really liberating to know that a man, and a super hot one, wanted to have sex with me - a disabled guy with a body that's non-conforming to Western beauty standards. It has been ages since I felt like someone wanted me, was lusting after me, wasn't taken aback by me, and most of all: could get an incredible hard-on and fuck me until he shot multiple of ropes of cum. Before I know it, I'm caressing my body, touching and twisting my nipple a bit, and putting a finger inside my ass. I feel my hole is gaping a little bit, at least, that's what I think is the case as I can easily fit two fingers inside myself. I feel my entire finger getting wet and slimy because of the cum, take it out again, and put it in my mouth.. Slowly I clean my finger and savour the taste of my hole mixed with the seed of this unknown dude... I felt my little dick twitch and saw a stroke of precum seep out. Quickly I scooped up the precum and put it in my mouth. Fuck, I felt so horny! I knew my horniness hadn't subdued: I was still as insatiable as I was before I got fucked which meant only one thing: I wanted another round of being impaled by a cock. I do have to ask the next one to use a condom, though.. Although it feels better without, I think I have to be responsible and careful, you know? As I open the apps again I'm scrolling through the list of possible candidates, clicking on some of the profiles to gain some attention. In the meantime I also send the anonymous guy who just left me full of his cum a message: 'Hi there - thank you for the good fuck. I really enjoyed it and would love to meet another time. Lmk when you'd like to cum by ;)' I hadn't even sent it, or I saw a writing indication pop up. Wow, he's quick - I thought. 'I let you know when I'm in the neighborhood and in need of a cunt like yours'. Surprised by his language I notice I'm incredibly turned on by it. Fuck, it's so degrading. And still I find it hot? What's wrong with me? Beep! Yay, a message! Quickly I open the app and read the following message: 'You're close and I need to quickly dump a load. Send ur address and I'll come over.' Without really thinking, or looking at the profile of who sent this message, I share my address. What did I just do??? Why am I acting this irrational and led by my horniness? This is such weird behaviour for me - normally I'm very cautionary and acting in a calculated manner. I guess I really have to be more alert from now on, okay? I promise myself to do so. I look at the clock and see 10 minutes have passed. The next guy could be here any second, I think. Is everything ready? I place a stack of condoms next to my bed, and already open one. Hopefully this is a clear sign to use one. I hear the door open and position myself in a comfortable way: on my back, legs in the air - presenting my ass to the door. When the man walks in, the first thing he'll see is my aching boy hole. Lifting my head I can see a silhouette enter the doorway to my bedroom. The figure is promising: broad shoulders, arms with clearly defined muscles, short hair and apparently loosely fitting sweatpants. When he comes closer, I get a full picture of the unknown man. I see a beautiful guy, probably of Mediterranean or Arab descent, with olive skin, hairy arms and piercing brown hazel eyes. Immediately I'm struck by the overpowering power he conducts himself with. This is clearly a guy that gets his way, I think. Fuck! I really need to be aware, and stay alert to be sure he puts on a condom I think. Moving closer, he pulls his tshirt over his head. A furry, unshaven body is unveiled to me - just how I like my men, to be honest. How can I be this lucky? I haven't gotten fucked in ages, especially by men I think are hot.. And to be fucked by two on one day... I feel so lucky, like I've won the lottery. The guy touches his lower abdomen while his hand goes down his treasure trail and pulls his sweatpants a bit lower to let his enormous cock out. With a lot of force it bounces upwards. I think his cock is around 20cm, really thick girth and with clearly visible throbbing veins. Mesmerized by his cock I feel my throat getting dry; a bit frightened by his demeanor and powerful looking third leg. I know I won't stand a chance if anything goes wrong. But obviously I don't think about my worries - I'm fully in trance looking at him. I want him in me, and offer myself to him. I make a moan and bite my tongue while looking at him, my eyes oscillating between his eyes, and gorgeous cock. He moves closer and suddenly drops on his knees. I feel his warm breath touching the part between my balsack and my hole. Then I gasp and let my head fall down while making a loud moan. He starts rimming! I feel his wet tongue going up, down, inwards and outwards. Fuck, this is so hot! I shudder and whimper.. Oohh, yess, aaaah! I move my hand towards my little dick and want to jerk a little bit, but the guy doesn't let me. He pushes my hand away and keeps it away. With all the power I have within me, I try to loosen my hand - but he is too strong. He doesn't even seem to notice I was doing my best to free myself. Suddenly the rimming stops and he stands up, puts his cockhead against my hole and wants to push in. Hold on! The condoms. 'Stop!' I say. 'There's a condom I want you to use'. I quickly turn my head towards the pile of condoms. 'I already opened one for you to use.' I hear him sigh a little, but he still puts one on. Happy and relieved I pull my legs closer to my body. Clearly this was a sign I was ready to be fucked. He puts his cockhead against my ass and then, with one move he fully impales me. 'Fuck!' I scream 'Ouch, be careful!' But it feels like the air in the room has changed, or his demeanor at least. Just before, when he was rimming I felt it was passionate. Now, he was clearly overpowering me, showing me his pleasure was more important than mine. As he was fucking me, I'm a bit uncomfortable by the roughness of it but after a while it feels better. I start to moan more and loader, moving my body in the opposite directions of his motion. Everytime his cock almost fully leaves my hole, before roughly going back into me to the total length. When his cock is in me I can feel his pubic hair tickle me. I look at his eyes and am taken aback by the strong gaze. Enchanted in this stare he moves his head closer and starts kissing me. Of course he continues to fuck me. As he let go of the kiss, he bites my lip. He moves his head next to mine and whispers: 'How does it feel to be fucked, little slut?' 'I thought condoms can feel good but it’s never felt like this before' I say between my moans. It's really difficult to focus on saying full sentences while your body is being split into two. 'Yeah? You like it??' 'Feels fucking amazing!' 'Wanna know why?' I nodded and whimper 'yes' 'I broke the condom, you stupid slut' My eyes widened: 'What? The condom fucking broke? What? Stop....!' I knew I didn't sound convincing - I knew it felt different.. I just expected it to be the fit of the condom and way of fucking... not that it would have been his raw dick.. But fuck!! It felt so fucking amazing! 'That’s your, agh, your..' I moan, while being moved up and down his cock 'your.. raw dick?' I ask 'Yes. You thought I wouldn't notice the cum that was inside of you already?' The guy said with a devious smile, with his face just inches away from my face. Fuck! How stupid of me! Of course he would notice.. 'Say you want me to stop, and I'll pull out,' he said while continuing fucking me. 'But we both know you want my cum in you.' I tried to nod from left to right, trying to motion no with my head. My brain wanted something else though: 'Yes, give me your cum...!' Something inside me broke... Even if I beforehand wanted this fuck to be safe, the guy knew I was a slut. A sucker to be fucked bareback. A cumdump. 'Say what you want, slut!' He continued to bareback me wearing the broken condom. As I made absolutely no effort to stop him, I just gave in. I also knew that I wasn't the one with power: the dominant top was ruling over me, making me his serving cunt. And even if I didn't want to continue, I knew I physically wouldn't be able to stop him. But that didn't matter. I wanted a second load added to my ass. I lifted my hands and put them around this guy's neck, pulled myself upwards so I came into a sitting position, and used gravity to slide onto his cock. While doing so, he lifted me up, fucking me while he was standing. 'I want your cum in me! Give it to me!' I whispered and softly bit his ear.

I'm lucky to have 3 regular fuckbuds. All are mostly bottoms which works because I'm a top. One guy is a married total bottom who cheats on his husband. Our sex is very passionate with great kissing and , mutual oral. I love eating his hairy hole and I love filling him and sending him home to his unsuspecting husband with my load. My other fuckbud is an Asian guy who is a much younger poz slut. He's very verbal and sometimes comes over loaded with some other guys cum. My third one is a young black guy. He's very cute with a boyish face and body but a man's dick and hairy hole. He's mostly bottom but I love taking his BBC. He's neg but is turned on with taking poz nut. I like my regulars as we always have great sex, no commitments and yet no anxiety either.

Ooh, means u were slut from the day one? Multiple loads on first day 😜

Been a little slower lately, but with the end of the year approaching, it's gotta get to work. Skipped out early from some holiday parties this weekend to get to Steamworks. YTD: 608 🍆/532 💦

chemsweat also tastes better when I lick it off you

Speaking here as a party top: if I'm really into the guy and I'm super hard then I grab the chains of the sling, thrust my pelvis out, aim my dick and swing that pig bottom right onto my cock as hard as possible. Then I swing him all the way back off my cock, at least a foot away from the raw tip, using gravity to swing his hole back onto my cock. Then we start to gain momentum and slam fuck harder and harder. All the way in, all the way out. There is no greater feeling than having the full body weight of a 200+ pound pig bottom crashing onto my rock hard party cock over and over again like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. I admit it's hard to maintain for long because there's the danger of my cock missing the target and snapping in half LOL

its sad that he passed away soon after, but you have the memories (& maybe something else) for the rest of your lives. I was too scared to approach the first guy (whom I knew, was poz). Well, I was only 19, in my second year of university and hadn't come out yet. I'd found a room off campus, in a shared house in Brighton. A housemate mentioned he was gay and I summoned up the courage to admit that so was I. What followed was a two week period, during which I was taken to many of the gay bars and clubs in the town. One sticks in my mind, not only as it was my first time in a gay bar, but also because of one of the men behind the bar. Malcolm was a mature, friendly guy with a moustache (giving him that 'Tom of Finland' look, which appealed to me immensely. He was tall and slim, very friendly, but without that creepy, 'dirty old bloke' mannerism. The bar became my regular for a while and I grew increasingly attracted to Malcolm. I learnt that he was HIV, but that didn't worry me. He was still a nice guy whom I fantasised over. Trouble was, I never got up the courage to say anything to him. I so wanted to be fucked by him. Soon after I'd finished my degree and moved away, I learnt that Malcolm had passed away. Now, the bar is no longer even a gay venue. Life is full of regrets. RIP Malcolm (Aquarium Inn - Steine St - Brighton)

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My favorite part of slingbreeding is that the scene is unmistakable, bluntly sexual, and not one shred of pretending to be anything else. I have a sling set-up in one room of my house, and built a slingstand of 4x4s' in the back yard (and yes, certain neighbors can see it). Obviously, I don't keep a Leather sling outside all the time*, but the stand (w/chains) is always there. There's another in the slingroom, chains attached to eyebolts in the ceiling beams. Slings are infinitely adjustable, they are a blunt statement to any first-timer, and for a more - well - "conservative" household, they can be quickly put away, leaving only the eyebolts in the ceiling visible. The impression a sling makes when some bottom turns up is clear, unmistakable, blunt and to the point. It simply hollers "queer sex is good, it's what we need, and what you're gonna get" *for half the year, the Florida sunshine can ruin almost anything if left out for too long.

would love to meet a Jamie here, and since my birthday is close to Christmas...receive a combination birthday/Christmas gift I would cherish forever.

My preference is to meet up with anyone that would like to ejaculate inside me. A repeat visitor is a big compliment!

Sometimes we all just need to let our guard down and do what feels good at the time. What you did for Jamie was awesome. I'm sure you felt good about it after you done it. It showed how much you cared about him. Good for you.

Ok so the other day I was on sniffies and I had some crazy dude message me out of no where and threaten me and so I politely blocked him and the next day an anonymous profile messages me saying the same thing so I block and I delete my pictures and adjust my profile and I add an old picture of my cock with a quarter on it and I had two guys hit me up that I had chatted with in the past and one is in one town and about 30 miles away is the next guy well I just so happened to have work in both those town so I start chatting them up and I tell the second guy that I have another friend that wants to fuck my ass on the same day and he replies “great, bring your used juicy as over afterwards I love to fuck a used hole” so I’m like jackpot. So I hit up the first guy to see if he will be around during the day and he is so it’s a go. So I do my work and I swing by his place and he answers the door and he is about 5’9” 185 and a beautiful 7.5 cut BBC fully erect and he invites me in. I remember from chatting with him in the past and that he is no bs no chit chat just fuck. So I say where do you want me and he says “I want you to ride me on the couch” so he sits down and I peal off my pants and stand on either side of his legs and I lower my freshly cleaned ass and he grabs some lube and coats his cock and gets another splash and rubs it on my ass and slides a finger in and I lower my eager ass down slowly. Now it’s been a few weeks since I’ve had my hole worked over so it’s taking me a while to open up and I can tell he is getting pissed so he offers me some poppers and I’ve never really messed with that before but I figured what the heck so I grab the bottle and hole one nostril closed and breath in a super deep breath and I hold it and then I feel it rush over me and I feel his hands pull my hips down and his cock slides right in and he starts fucking me like a wild man and he’s saying stuff like “you came here for my nut, and I’m gonna give it to you” and I’m in heaven I’m just trying to hold on to the back of the couch and he is jack hammering from under and then he just stops and wraps his arms around me and picks me up and turns around and sets me down on the couch and pushes my knees up to my ears and says “open up baby” and he slams 5-6 times hard and then he lets his nut loose. He holds it there for a few seconds and I feel his cock throb a couple more times and he pulls out. I grab my pants and underwear and start putting them on and he says “ you can go clean up in the bathroom if you want” and I say naw I’m good I’ve got another buddy that wants to fuck my used hole here in a few minutes and he says “damn I knew you was a freak” and he laughs and I Finnish getting dressed and he says “hit me up any time, you got a nice ass and I’d like to get into that on the regular” and I say hell yeah and I leave and head to the next town. While I’m driving I can feel his load coming out and my ass checks are all sticky and my ass is throbbing. So I shoot the next guy a message and he says just in time he just went to lunch and he shoots me the address and then asks if I have a used hole for him and I reply back “yep fresh load inside” and he reply’s back “just the way I like it slut” so I pull up and knock on his door and he answers and pulls me inside and hastily takes me back to his bedroom and he is pulling at my pants and I ask him how do you want me and he says on your knees on my bed. So I get on my knees and offer up my ass for inspection and I can see him rubbing his nipple with one hand and spreading my cheeks with the other and he says “oh damn he did a number on your ass” and I say oh yeah and he says “yeah but not like what I’m about to do” he then grabs this leather strap thing and puts it over my mouth and buckles it behind my head and then he grabs my hands and ties them with some rope behind my back and I see him jacking his nice 8.5” cock and he says “yeah I’m gonna make you my bitch now and he spits on my hole and starts working his cock in. I have never been bound and gagged before and I must say it was quite an experience having someone completely control the situation he fucked me how he wanted and didn’t give two shits wether I was enjoying it or not, I was just there to take his cock and completely surrender my hole for use. Idk how long he long stroke fucked me like that but my second hole was taking a beating and I was just laying there taking it and he was talking dirty but I don’t even recall what he was saying till he came and he just grunted really hard and said “take my seed you little slut, take all of it” it was kind of a blur but when he untied my hands I got up and he load is running down my legs I looked at the bed and saw I had cum hands free. He was probably hitting my prostate just right and my jut just ooozed out. Anyway I go to the bathroom and I clean up and there was some blood which always freaks me out but my ass has never been so sore even after the dp I had. I’m going on 4 days now and my ass is still sore. Once it heals up I might try to do that double load fuck again.

for various reasons i hadn't been fooling around for a couple of months. perhaps i got rusty? 😜 out of town for thanksgiving i decided to do door unlocked waiting. i'd done similar at home or at a hook up's but never in a hotel before. no sooner had the headless anon torso w the big dick dmed "almost there" i suddenly began to panic. alone in a strange town? what was i thinking? it wasnt even a hotel but a small B&B so the other guests were like roommates, able to hear. if he tried to rob or beat me, would i call for their help? i needed a plan just in case my luck was up. best case scenario, he was legit but would the str8 couple from the midwest still look me in the eye at breakfast tomorrow? face down ass up in the dark, i heard the front door open, the footsteps on the creaky old steps, the ridiculous haunted house like squeal of my room's door and then the presence behind me, the sound of belt being unbuckled, pants being unzipped.. this was it, the moment it went in one direction or the other i felt the hand squeeze an ass cheek, then come down w a hard smack. the plop as a hefty schlong landed atop my crack. the deep "just so you know what you gonna be gettin" followed by a few more dick slaps on ass. i could hear lube being applied and then the fat head pressing against my hole. i'd like to say i winced in pain when he entered, but who am i fooling. the whole thing just slipped right in as i savored the raw dick of a complete stranger, no questions asked, bare up my ass. fucking is one of the few tasks i've been able to get close to mindfulness on. just relishing the in n out sensations not letting my mind rush ahead or away. no sounds but the increasingly ragged breath of us both. just as things got heated, he spoke for the 2nd and last time "you want this load? tell me you want this load! get ready! ah ah ah" then the beginning but in rewind: the plop of a fat cock dropping out of a stretched hole, the zipping up, the belt buckled, the squeaky door, the receding steps, the closing of the front door and then just me.. alone, in the dark, ass up, full of an unseen stranger's cum.

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

Hot tales of pozzing and conversion from the days before meds and before PrEP. Thanks to Steve Chased for posting this at Telegram. Enjoy, and let us know your favorites. Bareback Bible - May 2003.pdf

So I 44m he is a 20yo South American boy who I have dating for about a month now after chatting online for a year. Over the past year he has told me how he loves seeing my slam videos online and how sexy I was. I asked him a few times if he partied like that , his response was a stern “NO” but he didn’t mind that I did. In my head I thought to myself “. If I can get him to hang just one night , I will get him slamming and loving it . So finally after a year of begging to go on a date he finally messaged me and asked me on a date. We made plans for that Friday for me to come to his place and we order in and watch a movie and just chill. Friday finally came and as I was packing a bag a of course packed all my pointing supplies , hehe, in hopes I would get to convert him . When I got to his place I was so nervous I could barely even speak especially since he came to the door wearing just a jockstrap. I was in awww as a gazed over his young furry (in all the right places ) muscular frat type body and huge package . His reply was “I knew you had a jockstrap fetish so I wore this for you “. He then made me strip down to my jockstrap then brought me in to his living room, while he went to the kitchen to grab drinks . I sat on the couch waiting for him to come back with our drinks. He sits next to me and we immediately start talking about Tina , mainly him asking tons of questions and me answering til about the 10th one and was like “how about I just show you “. He got really shy and quick change the topic “so tell me about your ex’s” he said , I told him how my past bf’s we were in open relationships, we loved having our cake and eating it to . (Him being so young ,20 , of course didn’t understand that saying). So I just continued explaining my history. I especially loved hearing about their hookups , turned me on knowing they were out slamming with other guys and getting fucked by the entire city . My friends would text me pics of my bf getting fucked by them or getting fucked at the party they were both at . He stated he has never been in an open relationship, but it sounds fun and is very interested. Earlier in the evening I asked him if he wanted to slam , he says to me , he definitely wants to try tina just not tonight as he is fumbling with his jockstrap,trying to hide a massive boner . (The kid is 5”10 170lbs with a 10x8 massive uncut cock ). Ha by the looks of it something wants it now. He tells me that on Saturday mornings he takes care of his 80yo uncle , his uncle counts on him so much . I was like well that’s just an amazing act of goodness(definitely scored some points there ), It was getting late so I decided to call it night just go home then and try another time. But then as we were hugging he made the first move by sucking on my neck and before u knew I had him bent over the back of the sofa and was eating his hot 24yo hairy ass and him begging for my Cock. We fucked for a couple hours til we both shot our loads all over each other just as his roomate was coming in the front door. Which was fucking so hot! We ended up falling asleep naked on his deep oversized couch. I wake next morning to his roomate on the other end of the couch jerking his 20 something huge cock , (kids these days all have monster dicks). So of course I crawl over between his legs and just start deep throating the fuck out of this kids Dick , He cums in a matter of seconds , shoots ropes upon ropes of cum down my throat , so much that I couldn’t even swallow anymore , and as I pull away from his cock it’s still shooting all over the couch between his legs and i swear it kept using cum for 15 min . It was the hottest thing ever . He says “you should see this cum shot when he fucks my boys ass”. He finally wakes up an hour later , and the three of us fucked before I had to leave for work at 11. As I was leaving I told the boy that I get off at 7 so let’s hangout again. He said of course but had a shitty grin on his face as I walked away. I didn’t think much of him since he said he was going to help be helping his uncle til around 5pm when I hadn’t heard from him all afternoon even after texting him a couple times. 7pm rolls around and I am heading home , I decide to call him to see if we are still on for tonight, he answers but his voice sounds really different, now it’s a change of voice pitch that I am very familiar with since I am a slammer and I could here porn playing in the background. I was like hey what’s going on where are u ? He replied “I did it babe , Please don’t be mad “ Did what I replied “I slammed babe , “. I was instantly rock hard and told him “ fuck no I am not mad, it’s fuckn hot babe , and so hot that ur fucking honest “. He tells me that he was so turned on by our conversation last night that he met up with a 78yo muscle daddy that begged him to let him slam him for the first time. My boy told the man that he has a Bf ( which I thought was so fuckn hot ). And that the guy didn’t care and told my boy that I could join later . My boy knowing that it turns me on hearing my bf hooking up he ran with it. When I called they were getting ready to slam for third time , i asked for them to wait and the old man said no but he can watch via FaceTime . So I immediately FaceTime call my boy , only to see him naked hard as a rock in a sling and twacked the fuck out and here comes this hot old guy with a huge thick cock and syringe with a hefty amount of fluid in it. When I asked the size , the daddy replies .8 . I was like fuckkkkkk that’s so hot. I watched him stick the needle in my boys arm and then just rams the plunger down pushing all that meth it into my boys body.. My boy jolts up starts coughing and talking tweaker talk as his blasts off to another dimension, he’s coughing he’s thrashing around telling the daddy to fuck him , fist him , use him repeatedly over and over again and telling me to get over there now so I can fuck him up more. I got home ,stripped out of my clothes , and was sitting naked on the couch watching this video old man use and abuse my boy when my roommate walks out of his room into mine with needles in hand, hands me one and we slam up. I show him my boy in action, he says let go fuck him up with that guy . It was so hot hearing my friend wanting to do that with my bf . So we got dressed and went over to the guys house. A different guy answered the door and let us in , he was naked and rock hard and sweating profusely, he guided us back to the man cave where I met the old man and find my boy in a sling with three daddies around him. I went over and kissed him as well as praising him for doing this today . He smiled at me and begged me to slam him , I turned around and the old man had the slams already for me. They again were .8 and it was less than two hours since he last was slammed, I was hesitant at first til the old man ordered me to slam my boy again . So I did , and watched him go into total whore pig ecstasy. I fuckn loved it , watching him get plowed while I laid on the bed so the old man could slam me up and have his way me. Omg that .8 was amazing. We fucked and slammed two more times til morning everyone had left and the old man was past out on the couch . So we laid there in the old man’s bed tweaking out like crazy , he still rock hard with cum oozing out of his hole. I kept eating from my fingers . He kept telling me how this was the best night of his life and can’t wait to do it again. I was like fuck yeah we definitely will my little Chem whore. Stay horned for part 2

I'm also vers bottom. When I first moved out in my late 20's as an adult with a full time job, I lived as an apartment-mate with my then coworker and his BF at the time. My coworker was the bottom and very soon I was involved in their sex life. The BF who is top rather enjoy having 2 bottoms servicing him and he absolutely loved watching me and his bf make out and dildo each other. We loved snowballing his load while he showered and fed us with his hot piss in the bathtub .

I never never ever never have bottom-shamed. When I’m in the mood to Top, I always appreciate the service they offer. Or the services they offer a group. I have the utmost respect for a bottom. And likewise, when I’m on the bottom, I know that I’m putting out the best that I can.

Really enjoy being humiliated, love that feeling of being used for someone’s selfish pleasure.

This year has been a rollercoaster! First year being locked. First time to hit the thousand loads! Before, as an unlocked cock sucker, I swallowed about 250 loads a year. I'm locked for more than a year now. The priorities in my life have shifted completely throughout this year. I thought I was a slut before I locked myself up but now I'm completely focussed on cock. Together with hypo, I had no idea the cage would change my whole life. I had to reinvent myself. It took me almost a month to feel completely at ease, publicly sucking cock at the rest areas. By now it feels perfectly normal and right. My daily routine changed completely. First I only went to the rest area after work but soon I started going there before and after work. It doubled my daily cum intake! Have learned a lot about myself in this year and it turned out I'm very suitable to have this role in society. My throat became a public cum drain. After this first year, the men know where to find me and how to contact me when they need service. I expect to swallow even more sperm loads next year. Buckle up! 😉

I’m an absolute sling whore. Both as a top and bottom. A guy in a sling offers me my part of his body, his ass. I’m addicted to Ass. I can sit on a stool and eat him for hours or stand up and pound him for as long as he can take it. I don’t even mind other guys coming in and taking over for a while. But, oh my fuck, I also love riding in a sling. My chaps and big heavy boots, legs held up by the cuffs, and men coming by to take a ride in my ass.

I love getting fucked in the sling at the Bathhouse I go to. The sling room is right next to the dark room. I have been in the darkroom and getting a guy interested in fucking me when I've asked him if he wants to move to the sling room. Most do and then it so good to get fucked good and the guy cums deep in my ass. Most of the times guy fuck bare in the sling. Had a guy come up to fuck me when I was in the sling . He had a condom in his hand. Started to put it on. I told him I'd rather he do it bare. He said he had not tested in a while. I said that's okay. Do me bare. He said are you sure I said yes. He threw the condom in the trash can. Said okay and then pushed his bare dick in me. Didn't pull out til after he did cum in my willing ass.

I just bred 4 different cumdumps today all had at least 5 loads in them it was heaven

I have a FWB I get with every so often. This time after going out he decided to spend the night. We fell asleep naked early in the am I felt him kissing my neck . He whispered he had a raging morning wood. as he was kissing my neck I felt him playing with my hole. He slowly entered me till he was balls deep. He picked up the pace till I felt him stiffen up. He whispered here is my morning load. He came buckets I got up to get some coffee I could feel his cum dripping down my leg coffee and cum great way to start the day

And if you get bored, there was always the Red Barn on the opposite side of the highway slightly closer to the traffic circle. Been years since I was there, but both were definitely fun.

As the professor's grip grew even tighter, Trevor's eyes watered, his throat stretching around the thick shaft. He gagged once, twice, but never ceased his efforts, determined to please his new master. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the library, Professor Harris came, his hot cum filling Trevor's mouth and spilling down his throat. The young man swallowed greedily, the taste of his submission mingling with the bitter tang of the poppers still lingering in the air. The professor pulled out, panting heavily, and looked down at the kneeling figure before him. "Good boy," he murmured, his hand coming down to pet Trevor's head. "Very good boy." The jock felt a warmth spread through his chest, a strange sense of pride at the praise. He had never felt more alive than in this moment of complete and utter surrender. Professor Harris stepped back and buckled his pants, the leather of his belt creaking as he tightened it around his waist. "Now," he said, his voice still thick with desire, "it's time for the real lesson." Trevor's eyes widened as the professor pulled out a leather sling, attaching it to the sturdy wooden chair. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what was about to happen. He had read about this in the books he had hidden under his bed, but the reality was so much more intense than his wildest fantasies. The professor's gaze never left him as he climbed into the sling, his legs spread wide and his ass in the air. The leather was cold and unforgiving against his skin as he settled into the device, the dildo still lodged firmly inside him. The professor stepped behind him, his hands caressing the cheeks of his ass before spreading them wide. Trevor gasped as the man's thick, gloved fingers probed his hole, pushing against the leather plug and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He had never felt so exposed, so utterly vulnerable, and the thought sent his arousal skyrocketing. Professor Harris leaned in, his beard brushing against Trevor's back as he began to kiss and lick the young man's spine, working his way down to the small of his back. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending goosebumps racing across his muscles. The jock's body responded to every touch, his muscles rippling and flexing under the professor's skilled hands. "You're going to be my little show pony," the professor murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to take everything I give you and you're going to love it." With that, Professor Harris stepped back and picked up the riding crop from his desk. Trevor felt the leather caress his skin, tracing a line from his shoulder down to his ass. The anticipation was unbearable, his cock pulsing with need. The crop swung through the air and bit into his flesh, the sharp sting sending him spiraling into a world of pain and pleasure. He cried out, his body jerking against the restraints. The professor's strokes grew harder and more frequent, turning his ass a bright shade of red. Each hit was a symphony of agony and ecstasy, pushing him closer to the edge of oblivion. Trevor's eyes watered and his vision swam, the room around him a haze of leather and desire. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by his own submission. The crop was suddenly replaced with something wet and warm, the professor's tongue tracing the welts and valleys of his abused flesh. Trevor moaned, his body betraying his desperate need for the man's touch. Professor Harris's beard scraped against his skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his tongue. The jock's hole clenched around the plug, desperate for the real thing, for the professor to claim him completely. The professor chuckled darkly, pulling back. "You're begging for it, aren't you?" he whispered. Trevor could only whimper in response, his body shaking with the effort to hold back his orgasm. The professor stepped aside, and for a moment, Trevor felt the loss of his touch. But then, the sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing filled the room, and he knew what was coming next. The head of Professor Harris' cock nudged against his tight hole, and Trevor gasped as the man began to push inside. He was so much bigger than the toys he had used in his secret sessions, the stretch was almost unbearable. The professor was merciless, pushing deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. Trevor's muscles quivered around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. The man leaned in, his bearded cheek against Trevor's, his breath hot against his ear. "This is where you belong," he whispered, his voice a mix of possession and affection. "Now, let's see how much of a slut you really are." Trevor felt the professor's hand on his chest, pushing him down until his abs were flush with the chair's leather. The poppers had done their work, and his body was a live wire of sensation. He couldn't tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began, his mind a swirl of need and desire. Professor Harris began to fuck him with a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against the leather of the sling. Trevor's moans grew louder, filling the room as he was used in ways he had only ever dreamed of. The professor's hand found his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The young jock's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm built within him. He could feel the cum churning in his balls, desperate to be released. The room was a blur of red light and leather, the smells of sweat and oil making him dizzy with lust. Professor Harris leaned down, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of Trevor's shoulder as he fucked him harder. The pain was a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure, each bite and thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Trevor's body was no longer his own, a mere vessel for the professor's desires. He was a muscle bitch, a whore for his master's pleasure. The professor's strokes grew more frenzied, his grip on Trevor's cock tightening. The young man could feel himself losing control, the dam threatening to break as the orgasm crested. "Come for me," Professor Harris growled, his voice thick with lust. "Come all over this chair." Trevor's body responded to the command, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto the leather. His body convulsed in pleasure, his muscles straining against the restraints as he screamed out his release. The professor didn't stop, his cock pumping in and out of the jock's ass with a fervor that seemed to match his own. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, a testament to their primal dance of power and submission. Trevor could feel the professor's balls slapping against his own, the man's grunts and groans growing louder. The pressure built until it was too much, and the professor roared his own release, filling Trevor with his hot seed. The young man's body went slack, his muscles no longer able to hold the tension. Professor Harris pulled out, his cock glistening with the combined juices of their lust. He leaned down and kissed Trevor's forehead, a gentle gesture that seemed out of place in the scene of depravity they had just played out. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction. "I knew you had it in you." Trevor panted, his body still trembling from the intense climax. The leather sling was sticky with sweat and cum, and his muscles felt like they had been wrung out. But as the professor began to unbuckle the straps holding him in place, he felt a strange sense of disappointment. He didn't want it to end. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with his true nature. As the sling was removed and his ankles freed, Trevor stood on shaky legs, his eyes never leaving the older man's face. Professor Harris offered him a handkerchief to wipe his face, a gesture that seemed almost tender in the aftermath of their encounter. "Thank you, sir," he murmured, his voice hoarse from his screams. The professor stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Trevor's chin. "You don't need to thank me," he said, his eyes searching the jock's. "This is what you need. What you crave." He leaned in for a kiss, one that was surprisingly gentle, his beard tickling the young man's face. Trevor melted into it, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. As the kiss broke, Professor Harris's gaze dropped to the floor, where a river of cum had pooled, a testament to their passion. He knelt down, his fingers sliding through the sticky mess, and brought them up to Trevor's still-spasming hole. The young athlete's eyes went wide as the professor began to probe his ass, the remnants of their encounter coating his digits. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to sear into his soul. The professor pushed two fingers inside, stretching him wider, and Trevor gasped, his legs threatening to buckle. "You're going to wear a plug for the rest of the night," he said, his voice a low growl. "A reminder of who you belong to now." He pulled his fingers out, the sound of them leaving Trevor's body echoing through the room. The jock felt empty without the intrusion, his body craving more. Professor Harris stood and walked to his desk, rummaging through the drawer. He pulled out a large, shiny plug with a leather tail attached. Trevor watched, his cock twitching in anticipation, as the man coated it in lube. He returned to his side, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to be my little pet," he said, his voice filled with a dark, possessive need. "You'll come to my office every night, and we'll play." The professor bent down and pushed the plug into Trevor's still-loose hole, the young man's body eagerly accepting the intrusion. He moaned as the leather tail brushed against his sensitive skin, a constant reminder of his new role. The professor fastened the plug in place, the leather collar around Trevor's neck serving as a leash. "Now, get dressed," he said, his voice still gentle despite the authority in his words. "We don't want anyone to suspect." Trevor complied, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. As he pulled on his clothes, the plug shifted inside him, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He felt changed, like he was wearing a second skin that was both restrictive and liberating. The jock looked at himself in the mirror, his face flushed and his body marked by the professor's attentions. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he knew that he would come back for more. Leaving the library, the night air hit him like a slap in the face, cold and biting. Trevor's cock was still hard, his desire unquenched. His legs carried him on autopilot, his mind reeling from the intensity of his first real encounter. He didn't know what had come over him, but the need to be used and degraded was stronger than ever. The streets were empty, the only sounds the distant honk of a car and the rustle of the wind. Before he knew it, he was in the heart of the city's seedy gay district. The neon lights of the clubs and bars cast garish shadows on the pavement, and the air was thick with the scent of lust and desperation. He felt drawn to the places where his fantasies lived, his feet leading him down an unfamiliar alleyway. At the end of the alley was a nondescript door with a flickering sign that read "Steam Works." Without a second thought, Trevor pushed open the door and stepped inside. The heat and the steam enveloped him immediately, the darkness pierced only by the red glow of the neon lights. He was in a gay sauna, a place he had only ever read about in his secret fantasies. The air was thick with the scent of musk and sweat, the distant sounds of moans and slaps echoing off the tiled walls. A group of bears, their furry chests and bellies on full display, beckoned him closer, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that matched his own. He was still high from the poppers, his body craving more, and the promise of meth whispered sweet nothings in his ear. They offered him a pipe, and he took it, eager to feel the rush that would surely push him even further into his newfound world of submission. The smoke burned his lungs, and the room spun around him as the drug took hold. The bears led him to a back room, the walls lined with slings and benches, each occupied by men lost in their own debauchery. They didn't speak, just pointed to an empty sling hanging from the ceiling, a silent command that Trevor obeyed without question. He climbed in, his muscles stretching and flexing as the leather cuffs were secured around his wrists and ankles, leaving him completely exposed and at their mercy. The bears and daddies gathered around, their eyes glinting with lust and greed. They began to touch him, their hands rough and calloused against his smooth skin. One of them pulled out a bottle of oil, the scent of it thick and cloying as they began to rub it into his muscles. His cock grew harder, the leather plug in his ass serving as a constant reminder of his professor's claim. They laughed, their teeth gleaming in the dim light as they watched him squirm and moan. "Look at the little slut," one of them said, a twink with a mischievous smile and a glint of malice in his eyes. "Already begging for it." Trevor felt a hand on his chest, the coldness of the metal pipe pressing against his skin as the first hit of meth was injected into him. The rush was immediate, a blast of white-hot need that shot through his body and left him trembling in the sling. The room grew louder, the sounds of men fucking and grunting around him amplified. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he was barely aware of the poppers being shoved under his nose. The musky scent filled his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, feeling his body respond with a shiver of pleasure. The bears and daddies grew more aggressive, their hands roaming over his oiled muscles with an insatiable hunger. He could feel the weight of their stares, their eyes devouring him as if he were a piece of meat to be claimed. And yet, it was the twinks, with their slender bodies and sharp features, who were the most terrifying. They were like sharks, sensing the vulnerability in his muscular frame and moving in for the kill. Their fingers pinched and prodded, leaving him feeling like a slab of meat on display. He was in a daze, the meth and poppers swirling in his system, leaving him unable to resist the relentless onslaught of sensations. His moans grew louder as they played with his nipples, twisting and tugging that which now felt like live wires to his brain. He flexed his biceps, trying to assert some semblance of control, but all it did was make the men laugh and bark orders at him. "Look at the pretty boy," one bear chuckled, his thick fingers digging into Trevor's armpit before bringing it to his nose and deeply inhaling the man stink, eliciting a gasp of pain from Trevor that only fueled his arousal. "Show us how strong you are, flex for us." Trevor did as he was told, his muscles bulging and shivering under the weight of his own desperation. He threw his head back, his chest heaving as he sucked in the acrid meth smoke of the sauna. The twinks giggled and pointed, their delicate hands reaching out to stroke his bulging biceps and rock-hard abs. He could feel their excitement, their hunger for his submission, and it only made him want more. The bears took turns pushing him to the brink, each one taking his place in the sling and pumping his massive cock into Trevor's tight, used hole. They whispered sweet nothings in his ear, calling him their little muscle slut, their property to use and abuse as they saw fit. And as each one came, filling him with their hot, sticky cum, he could feel himself slipping further into the role he had always craved. The daddies were next, their experience and authority evident in every touch. They knew just how to play his body, stroking his muscles in a way that made him beg for more. Their cocks were thick and unyielding, stretching him to his limits as they claimed him as their own. Trevor's moans grew louder, his body writhing in the sling, as they pounded into him, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body. The twinks circled around, their lithe bodies and sharp features a stark contrast to the hulking men that surrounded him. They watched with hungry eyes, waiting for their turn to taste the muscular jock that had been brought to heel. Trevor's heart raced as one of them stepped forward, his hand wrapping around the base of the daddy's cock, stroking it as it slid in and out of the jock's ass. The twink leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the mix of sweat and cum that coated the shaft. Another twink approached, his hand reaching for the leather tail attached to the plug in Trevor's ass. He gave it a gentle tug, the jock's body jerking in response. The man attached to the cock buried in Trevor's ass growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The twink giggled, his grip tightening, the leather tail cutting into Trevor's skin as he yanked it back and forth in time with the fucking. The room was a whirlwind of hands and mouths, each one claiming a piece of him, marking him as their property. The twinks took their turns, their slender cocks sliding into his ass with an ease that belied their size. They were like serpents, twisting and turning, their movements precise and calculated. They whispered sweet nothings in his ear, their breath hot and ragged as they fucked him, their hands never still as they played with his muscles and nipples. He could feel their excitement, their need to conquer the untouchable Ivy League athlete, and it only made him wetter, his body begging for more. And as they fucked him, they buried their faces in his sweaty, musky armpits, inhaling his manly scent like a fine perfume. Their tongues danced over the sensitive flesh, their teeth nipping at the soft skin. Trevor's body arched in response, his muscles quivering with the mix of pleasure and pain. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with his desires. His cries grew louder, his voice hoarse from the abuse it had taken, as they continued to drill into him without mercy. But the night was far from over. As he started to look tired, the twinks noticed and whispered something to the bears and daddies. One of the men pulled out a small vial filled with a clear liquid, and before Trevor could protest, the needle pierced his skin, sending a second wave of meth coursing through his veins. The world grew brighter, the sounds more intense, and his body felt as though it was on fire. The ringing in his ears grew louder, and he could feel his heart racing in his chest, his pulse pounding in time with the relentless rhythm of the fucking. He was lost in a sea of sensation, his body sweating like a pig on top of the oil, making his already slick muscles even more enticing to the men surrounding him. His moans grew louder, his cries for mercy now a symphony of pleasure as the fourth wave of fuckers approached. They were different from the others, their skin dark as midnight, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that seemed almost feral. Trans black hookers and druggies with tattoos snaking up their arms and thick, muscular thighs, they approached him like predators stalking their prey. The ringing in his ears grew louder, the sounds of the sauna fading away into a cacophony of white noise. His body was on fire, every inch of him hyper-sensitive and begging for more. As they reached him, their hands were like brands, searing his flesh with their touch. He could feel their hardness pressing against him, their big dicks thick and insistent, demanding entry into his now well-used body.

Chapter 2 Growing Up at Sea When George was thirteen years old, Edward made a long-planned change to the company’s overall business operations. He commissioned one of the leading builders in Kingston to construct a new addition to his little fleet. This order brought about the launching of the Ernestine V, the vessel which became his new flagship. The name was an obvious choice, since the older and slower Ernestine IV had met a sad end on an uncharted coral reef – a common hazard. The new build was the fastest and best-armed ship in the family’s history – a basic necessity for the latest trade opportunity which he intended to pursue. Edward Treston himself captained the new vessel for her first two working voyages. George was on board and learning every step of the way. There was a lot to learn. Each stage of the ten-month voyage had its own distinctive cargoes with special rules for care and handling. The outbound leg from Kingston saw the Ernestine V loaded with casks of sugar, molasses, and rum, and with expensive spices from Grenada and St. Vincent. As well, there was a lively trade in coffee from Colombia and silver from Bolivia. These last two products were supposed to be royal monopolies of His Most Catholic Majesty, the King of Spain, but somehow a certain amount always managed to vanish from the official caravans and the fleets of the Spanish treasure galleons, only to reappear later in the cargo holds of the Ernestine V. Some of these expensive and highly profitable cargoes were landed in North American ports such as Charleston or Boston, but the bulk of the cargo always continued on across the Atlantic. By tradition, the Ernestine V docked in the company’s birthplace port of Bristol, offloading and selling the luxury goods for generous profits. A portion of those profits went to purchase various kinds of trade goods which would be of value at the next port of call. Business concluded, the ship was reprovisioned and then set sail for West Africa. In one of the river estuaries of the Gulf of Guinea, along the so-called Gold Coast or Ivory Coast, the ship would anchor, and Edward would set up negotiations, doling out the various items purchased in England in exchange for hundreds of bewildered young men and women linked together by chains and ankle irons. Once these were herded aboard and arranged, lying on their sides in tightly-packed rows in the empty open spaces of the slave deck, the ship sailed again, bound for San Juan or Santo Domingo, the sites of the two most profitable slave markets in the company’s home region. The human cargo was offloaded and auctioned in the markets at an enormous profit, and the Ernestine V then made a brief passage to Kingston to purchase more of the assorted luxury products which commanded such generous prices in England. Throughout this multi-leg itinerary, the Ernestine V’s crew had numerous opportunities to display their prowess with loading, aiming, and firing the vessel’s numerous guns. Some of the firing was done purely for target practice, but each leg of the trip brought the possibility of armed encounters with pirates, enemy warships, or jealous rival slavers. This last group quickly learned to cut the Ernestine V a wide berth and detour around her at a safe distance. Edward Treston had equipped his pride and joy with the latest and most accurate cannons for long range work, making her as dangerous as a porcupine would be if it actually could, as rumour had it, throw or shoot its quills at an enemy. After spending nearly two years commanding those two shakedown voyages, Edward turned over command of the Ernestine V to one of his senior captains. A certain cold-blooded disregard for others being a useful accessory for a slave trader, his long-time associate, Captain Worrickton, fitted the role to a “T”. Edward Treston used this interval of time ashore to school his son in the business side of another new venture in the company’s affairs. Edward then took up the position of captain of his other new ship, the Carmelita, a ship designed from the outset with a shallow draught which enabled her to venture close inshore in the coastal waters of the Spanish Main for the dangerous work of acquiring contraband coffee, gemstones, and silver, among other things. Voyages on the Carmelita were a useful way to introduce George to the fine arts of bribery, smuggling, spying, and double-crossing, all essential knowledge as applied to this kind of clandestine and risky activity. This training led George to grow much more adventurous, entering his teen years with a decided taste for risky business and a devil-may-care attitude towards personal risks and the legal powers that be. The work was risky, without a doubt. His Most Catholic Majesty’s naval ships were perfectly capable of blowing the Carmelita out of the water if the Treston ship were caught at its work, and they would not hesitate to do so – in theory, at least. But Captain Edward knew the best points of sailing of all the Spanish ships in the Caribbean, certainly far better than their captains knew or understood the capabilities of the Treston ships. He also commanded superior intelligence networks of the sort best developed by distributing ample quantities of Spanish gold dollars – always under the table, naturally. Evading the clumsy vessels and lackadaisical crews of His Most Catholic Majesty’s navy was simplicity itself compared to passing out bribes which were substantial and desirable enough to keep the trade channels open. It was on the Carmelita that young George first encountered in person the third and by far the most significant influence in his life. Kiru had begun life in West Africa, before being scooped up by one of the frequent raids which kept the visiting slave ships well-supplied with cargo. He had been purchased to serve as one of the family slaves. Kiru had been taught to read and to write by an English missionary in his home community on the Gold Coast, and he’d developed a most unusual taste compared to many of the slaves – he was a voracious reader of books. Not just poetry, either – his favourite reading included books of scientific information and history from all parts of the world, areas which had been recognized and studied by English authors, and he soon surpassed almost all of his shipmates in literacy and in knowledge of all kinds. George’s father, who used everyone’s skills whenever he could, was mightily impressed by Kiru’s appetite for knowledge, and his cultivated speech which sounded almost as if he had been educated in England. He decided to teach Kiru some basic business concepts, and the results were rewarding indeed. Recognizing Kiru’s physical strength and agility, his sharp mind, his impressive knowledge base, and his undoubted shrewd grasp of the business, Edward liberated him from slavery and hired him as an apprentice seaman on the Eugenia. Within two years, Kiru had developed such a grasp of the techniques of sailing, and of leadership responsibility, that Captain Treston had promoted him to second mate. It was only one of many things George’s father did that would have raised eyebrows – and hackles – in the family’s old home in England. Kiru’s status raised enough hackles as it was, even in free and easy Kingston. When the Ernestine V was introduced into service, Kiru had balked at the invitation of transferring to her to serve as first mate alongside Captain Treston. Versatile he might be, but Kiru bluntly refused to play any role at all in the slave trade. He exchanged some harsh words with Edward on the subject, and he threw down the gauntlet by telling his boss to go ahead and fire him if that’s what he wanted. That was not what Edward Treston wanted at all, and Kiru knew it perfectly well. At last, Edward saw that in this one area he was not going to get his way, and he didn’t want to lose one of the best men in his entire company. His solution was to take the Eugenia’s first mate into the Ernestine V, leaving Kiru on the Eugenia as first mate until his other new ship, the Carmelita, should be ready, two years later. George first sailed on the Carmelita at the age of fifteen, and he simply couldn’t take his eyes off Kiru. Right away, the second-in-command role was something no other English ship’s captain had ever dreamed of handing over to an African. Then there was Kiru’s coal-black skin, which gave him a huge advantage over most of the crew in coping with the blazing Caribbean sunshine. Equally eye-catching to George, though, was Kiru’s massive muscular body, large dangling manhood, and big round balls, which were all on display whenever they anchored. When the ship was in port and all the loading or unloading was done for the day, custom decreed that everyone would get some downtime to leap into the ocean and wash themselves clean. This was where George really couldn’t keep his eyes off Kiru. That sexual part of his education began two weeks into the voyage, on the night that ship was on passage from Port of Spain in Trinidad to Roatan Island in Honduras. Young George wandered down past the hatch that led down to the cargo hold and heard men’s voices grunting and groaning. He’d learned enough long since to understand that sailors on long sea voyages didn’t confine their leisure activity to dice or cards, nor to the women they could get their hands on in Kingston or at other ports of call. When he sneaked quietly down the ladder into the hold and looked around, George soon realized that the hot scene of his dreams was on the agenda this night. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could make out the pale white form of Samuel, the ship’s boatswain. He was bent face-down over a bale of dyed cloth from Trinidad, and Kiru was working hard, buried deep inside Samuel’s white-cheeked ass. George could feel his own cock getting hard, could feel it beginning to leak. But he didn’t move, hanging there by one hand and one foot on the ladder, staring incredulously as Samuel took the full length of that swollen, rigid tool over and over, the pumping motions getting faster and faster. His eyes opened wider and wider still as he watched Samuel’s ass getting stretched into a bigger gape with each stroke. Samuel was experienced in taking cock in his hole, but that massive black third arm was opening him up farther than even the blacksmith or the cooper in Kingston had ever managed, and the head was striking sparks out of him as it penetrated deep inside his channel with each powerful thrust. As the action got faster and faster, Samuel twisted and squirmed with great energy, as if he were trying to escape from Kiru’s onslaught, except that he was making certain that he got as much of the huge black stud’s fucker inside his body as possible. Now Kiru was grinding out words in his deep, rich bass voice. “Get ready, Samuel. I’m going to spend in you – fill you up with my man’s seed.” Samuel cried out, “Yes! Now!!!” Then he shuddered, his contracting loins spewing multiple squirts of his own sperm onto the bale of cloth as Kiru roared and erupted deep inside his body. The noise, and the explosions, went on and on. George wasn’t even conscious that he had let go of the ladder with his right hand and grasped his own manhood through his breeches. He snapped back to reality to find the cloth under his hand sopping wet, and to feel the hot sperm running down his legs. As Kiru slowed to a halt, George turned and fled. Kiru smiled to himself. He had seen the son of the boss staring at them from the ladder and drew a likely conclusion. In truth, Kiru was only confirming what he had already suspected. George staggered back to his hammock in a daze. He’d jerked off many times, watching the men of the crew getting it on, but he’d never been so swept up in the erotic fire of lust as he had on this night. His cock refused to go down. All he could think about was Kiru’s massive erection, as he imagined it sliding up inside his body. He kept handling his own dick until he had exploded twice more. Then, finally, he managed to calm down enough to clean himself off and fall asleep. Was it just a coincidence that Kiru came to find George the next day? “Your father, the captain, spoke to me, told me to teach you all I know – about the sea and ships. We’re going to start now.” So Kiru said, but George hoped that there was a double meaning in the words. Just the sound of Kiru’s dark, deep voice made the hair on George’s head quiver. Captain Edward had trained his son by a mixture of books and lectures. Kiru used more of a hands-on method, taking George all around the ship with him and showing him how different parts of the standing and running rigging did their jobs, how the various fittings along the decks and bulwarks allowed them to be rove or hauled, and demonstrating how the positions of the sails affected the ship’s behaviour, depending on the direction and speed of the wind. The times when Kiru wrapped his enormous arms around George’s much more slender body to show him exactly how and when to pull on a rope or adjust the wheel – well, those lessons set George quivering even more than the man’s voice. When they weren’t involved in the mechanics of working a ship under sail, Kiru told George endless stories about all the various ports of call to which he had sailed, and even harked back to his own younger days in Africa. As he talked, George realized more and more just why his father had freed and promoted Kiru, over the objections of his numerous peers in the shipping world. Kiru was plainly a master of his work, an expert of the kind that every ship needed ready at hand, not least because of the small size of the ship’s crew. It was an old chestnut for merchant sailors to cut off any complaints from the men of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy with the undeniable fact that the merchant ship had to make do with five men where the man o’war did the same job with fifty. Just how it was possible to navigate and manage a ship this size with a tiny crew, and how to get the best work out of the crew at all times, those were Kiru’s specialties. Kiru was also a different kind of man from Captain Edward in one very significant way. Where the captain snapped, snarled, barked, and fired insults at his men, Kiru was far more apt to urge, to invite, to treat the men as men and not as animated sail-pulling machines. This, even more than his skin colour, made him stand out like a sore thumb when they were in company with other ships. The captains based in Jamaica, to a man, believed that the harsh old school was the only way to run a ship. Kiru baffled them by getting results as good as, or better than, any of them without resorting to their old hard-edged style of command. His leadership quality often led to the Carmelita making all sail, weighing the anchor, and getting under way while others were still getting the crew into position for those manoeuvres. Young George was quick to notice the difference in those results, and to notice the difference in the mood and attitude of the crew when Kiru was leading them, versus when his father was in command. One day, he asked Kiru. “Sir, why do you not shout at the sailors as the captain does?” That was another thing that would have ground a great many gizzards, both ashore and afloat – the spectacle of the son of a white man addressing a black-skinned African man as “sir”. The thing was, Kiru was far more than just a black man, whether you looked at his undoubted breadth of knowledge, his skill at handling ships, or at one of his other and even more striking attributes. Addressing him as “Sir” came naturally to George, without even thinking about it, as he was still a very junior member of the crew and Kiru was second in command. George’s question hung in the air for a moment as Kiru turned and looked directly at him, his face solemn and serious to a greater degree than George could ever remember seeing. “It’s like this, George. When you’re chained to the slave deck for weeks, given nothing to eat, poked and prodded by strangers’ hands in the market, sold and bought like a bolt of cloth, seen how many get broken by the humiliation… let’s just say that it teaches you a thing or two. I treat the crew the way I wish someone had treated me. I got lucky – your father picked me out and gave me a life of my own. I hope to be the luck in a similar way for some of our sailors. Can’t be that if I harass and beat them the way I was beaten.” The more George thought about it, the more he sensed that Kiru was onto something, a secret that almost nobody in either the merchant fleets or the Navy would ever be able to see. He guessed, and as it turned out, guessed rightly that it wouldn’t be long before Kiru was given command of a ship of his own. It happened sooner even than George expected. His father decided to take some time to oversee the British arm of his operations and handed off management of the company’s work in Kingston to his business partner, Silas Braydon. More to the point, he passed on the command of the Carmelita to Kiru, who thus became the undoubted first African man ever to captain a British-designed and built sailing ship. If Kiru’s role as first mate had rubbed the rigid-minded members of the Kingston old guard the wrong way, seeing him standing proudly in the august place of Captain came near to causing them to burst into flames. When Edward asked George what he would like to do next, George shyly replied that he was happy to stay on board the Carmelita and continue learning the trade under Kiru’s direction. Edward’s face displayed an enigmatic smile upon hearing those words. He was no fool and had already guessed what it was that his son really wanted to learn from the fleet’s newest captain. Ever since that night when he had watched Kiru plowing deep into Samuel’s ass, George had been a silent eyewitness to a number of other encounters of a similar kind. Of course, whoever was Kiru’s target of the moment was of less interest to him; it was watching Kiru’s impressive physique at work that caught and held his eye. During his first voyage under Kiru’s command, George passed his sixteenth birthday – an event celebrated with great energy by the entire crew as the Carmelita lay at anchor in Port of Spain. Everyone knew or guessed by this time what it was that George wanted most of all, and they all guessed that he was going to get his wish that night. Later on, Kiru went off to do his final rounds of the day, seeing that all the remainder of the crew were settled in the foc’s’le, with only the two men of the anchor watch on deck. When the captain returned to his cabin, he was a little surprised to find George standing right outside the cabin door. “You looking for something, young George?” George did his best to give a lascivious smile as he groped the front of his breeches. Kiru smiled in return, and his smile was the real deal – horny as a young boy himself and hot as the fires of hell. He pressed his hand against the front of his own breeches, and the size of the lump made it plain that he had a serious lust for the young man. He opened the door, drew George in after him, then closed and bolted the door behind them. Gesturing to the open skylight next to them, he then pressed his finger to his lips and George nodded, quivering with excitement. He found it hard to contain his excitement as they undressed, seeing Kiru’s bulging muscles and swelling cock closer at hand than he’d ever seen them before. George gulped as Kiru reached out, took him by the hand, and placed George’s fingers right onto the massive black shaft of his tool. George knew what it was that Kiru wanted. He’d seen the captain getting that kind of help from others. George dropped, a little clumsily, onto his knees, and began to lick at the enormous head. Kiru showed him how to peel back the skin and release the tender head into the open air. As soon as George wrapped his lips around that head, Kiru shook in excitement from head to foot. He than placed his hands onto the back of George’s head, and steered him along the shaft, down to the base, and then back up to work on the head some more. Kiru needed to demonstrate the next part himself. He pulled away from George and lifted the young novice to his feet. Then Kiru knelt down and began to suck George’s cock, taking the lad’s head and shaft right into his mouth and sliding down until most of it was in his mouth and in his throat. He breathed loudly through his nose, showing George how to avoid choking. After a minute of this treatment, Kiru sensed that George was about to erupt, and he didn’t want that to happen – not yet. He wanted to feel George cumming when he was buried to the hilt inside that tender, virginal asshole. He murmured in George’s ear, “Now, you show me.” George again went to his knees and proved that in this, as in so much of seamanship, he was a quick learner. Wanting it so badly was a big part of it. George quickly mastered the trick of dropping his jaw and letting the manmeat slide through and into his throat as he breathed deeply through his nose. Kiru grasped the back of the boy’s head and began gently face-fucking him, his thick knob straining the back of the boy’s throat as he pumped it deeper and deeper at each stroke. He was getting his first taste of precum as he sucked, the juice mixing with his saliva into a heady cocktail in his mouth. George’s jaw was aching by this time, but he badly wanted to suck Kiru to completion, to feel the mighty bolts of man juice streaming out into his mouth and down his throat. But there was something else that he wanted even more. He pulled off of Kiru’s massive cock and stood up, still caressing it firmly as he turned around and rubbed his pert buttocks against the oozing head. Kiru leaned down and asked him, “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “You know it’s going to hurt. You ought to start with someone smaller.” “I’m sure. I want you to be my first.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that, Kiru bent George over the cot and took a washcloth, soaking it with water from the pitcher, then washing down and wiping the boy’s ass. Once he’d cleaned George’s crack, he bent forwards and began to lick and tongue the mounds, then dug down in between them to find the tight hole and go to work on it. George moaned fiercely, but Kiru grabbed another cloth and reached up to shove it into his mouth then returned to his task. As he ate the boy’s hole with increasing energy, he quickly had George squirming in excitement, rising onto his toes in the desire to push more of himself back into Kiru’s aggressive tongue. Then Kiru introduced a finger into the action, keeping up his licking and kissing and sucking as he wormed the finger into George’s hole up to the second joint. By this time, George was breaking a sweat from the fury of his reactions to the treatment that Kiru’s tongue and finger were giving him. He had imagined the feeling of a thick slab of cock wrenching his hole open, but he’d never expected such overwhelming waves of ecstasy crashing through his entire body. We was so consumed in his lust that he didn’t even notice when Kiru began working some kind of lotion into his quivering hole. But then George felt the blunt head of his captain’s thick black cock pushing against his tight opening, and he instinctively seized up. Kiru wrapped his arms around George’s shaking body and placed his mouth right against George’s ear. “Breathe, George. Deep breaths. And relax. Just let your muscles go slack. Push out – and then relax. And keep breathing, deep.” He kept murmuring the words quietly, soothingly, a mantra of calm and release in the young man’s ear. And George heard him, took it in, gradually managed to relax his muscles, let his hole open, let the enormous intruder force an entry. All at once, the entire head was lodged firmly inside his sphincter. George wanted to cry out the pain, but the cloth was still there in his mouth, silencing his voice. He kept breathing, deep, harsh breaths, sucking air out of the sky, struggling to keep control of his body as the thick, black shaft forced its hard path inside his body. George wanted to scream from the pain, but even more he wanted to yell aloud to Kiru to push the rest of it into him. The want soon won the battle. Once he was over the shock of the initial entry, George managed to relax somehow, he couldn’t say how, and the huge plunderer slowly slid deeper and deeper inside him. It took another fifteen minutes of slow, cautious, movement, but finally the moment came. Kiru had managed to sink his entire massive tool into George’s virgin hole, the rim clenched around the very root, the huge shaft feeling to George like someone had inserted a new bone into him. It hurt him, it hurt like hell, but George didn’t complain or cry out. This was what he had wanted, all that he had wanted. This was the greatest dream of his young life, to have the entire manhood of this massive hunk of masculine power embedded deep inside his body. And he wanted more. Kiru could never remember afterwards how he had managed to hang on as long as he did. As it was, it seemed a miracle that he actually managed to delay his orgasm for three minutes after his hips had landed firmly against George’s sweet young ass. All he managed to do was to start moving slowly, drawing his giant rod a bit out, and then sliding back in, while George kept on moaning and hissing in total sexual abandon. But then time ran out. George lost control, and his harshly-stretched asshole struggled to contract as he exploded, spraying his cum across everything in reach as he experienced the wildest orgasm of his life. Those sudden, violent contractions did it for Kiru as well, and before he could even think of what to do, his cock was convulsing and pumping his seed deep inside the young ass of his junior crew member. In time, George’s ass forced the intruder out. The two of them lay, side by side, gasping for air after the strenuous climax of their mating. Kiru pulled the cloth out of George’s mouth and used it to mop up the stream of cum pouring slowly out of that no-longer-tight ass, as the hole refused to close up from the beating it had taken. Then he planted his bulging arms around George’s slender body and drew the boy into an embrace. Their mouths joined together as George, having just lost his virginity to the captain’s rock-solid tool, now experienced his first ever man-to-man kiss. And time stood still. “Happy Birthday, young George.” Kiru’s voice held a warmth which George had never heard before. His answer was equally warm, an incongruous contrast to the formulaic words: “Thank you, sir.” Within another week or so, George had abandoned his hammock in the tween decks and moved into the captain’s cabin. There was nothing really startling about this to the rest of the crew. The relationship between Kiru and George would have been impossible on a naval ship, but in this setting there was no particular negative vibe towards a senior officer sharing his quarters with a crew member. The attitude among merchant seamen at this distance from their homeland, in this as in so many matters, was tolerant, with a strong feeling of live and let live. Over the next two years, George’s training in seamanship moved forward at a great pace. So did his training in the fine arts and skills of man-to-man sex. Kiru was an incredible teacher in both of those subjects. George, for his part, thoroughly understood how fortunate he was to have such an amazing teacher. During these key years, Kiru had taught George just about everything there was to know during their nightly shared sessions in the captain’s cabin. George had experienced every position imaginable, learning about the hundred and one ways he could arouse his partner with fingers and tongue. Nor did Kiru do all the heavy lifting by any means. As a big, muscular man with a thick, long cock and heavy balls, it was normal that other men expected Kiru to take charge all the time, but the truth was that he enjoyed being on the receiving end too. As with taking Kiru’s cock inside his own ass, George had quickly begun to master the techniques of how to make Kiru feel good while enjoying the experience of fucking the captain’s ass in return. In time, his favourite position was to fuck Kiru in missionary, lying right down between the man’s massive muscular thighs and stroking and kissing Kiru as he drove his arrow-straight tool deep into the captain’s strong hole. Although Kiru worked George to the bone on deck and in the rigging during the daylight hours just as much as he did with all the rest of the crew, George held no resentment for that. After all, Kiru was just as unsparing with himself as he was with his sailors. Not for him the life of idle luxury, sitting on the quarterdeck and fanning himself with a palm leaf while the crew drove themselves into exhaustion. Some captains were known to behave that way, but Kiru was never one of them. He was a born leader, and he led from the front, rather than driving his men from behind. It was this leadership quality more than anything which had led George’s father to single him out and train him for an officer role. Now, Kiru was doing the same with George. He hadn’t even needed the explanation that Edward had given him to know that George was being prepared to take over the leadership of the company in his turn. At the moment, Kiru was George’s superior officer, but he knew full well that a day would come when he would be taking orders from George. That prospect didn’t bother him at all. What did begin to trouble Kiru was the realization that he was developing serious feelings of affection towards his employer’s son. It was hardly surprising. In a life stripped of all opportunities for family affection, George had become an emotional anchor for Kiru, a person who gave him positive support and a safe shelter from the cross-currents of life. In truth, Kiru had never been given the chance to develop any kind of positive relationship with another human being after he’d been brutally torn away from his home and his mother when he was still only ten years old, give or take a bit (he didn’t actually know for certain how old he was nor which day of the year was his birthday). Lying in bed, nestling up against George’s ass with his cock buried inside, or simply falling asleep with his arms wrapped around his younger lover – all of this was a heady emotional tonic for the former slave. It was a heady emotional tonic for George as well. His own life had been bleak since the tragic death of his mother, given the austere, even cold, emotional climate of his relationship with his father. George felt the affection flowing out to him from Kiru, and he returned it in full measure. By the time he had reached his eighteenth birthday, George had come to regard Kiru as his full partner, his husband, his lover – call it what you like. Perhaps, then, it was unsurprising that George’s eighteenth birthday should have ended the way it did. Since the rest of the crew really liked George, they went all out to throw a special party on the big day “to welcome the newest man joining the crew of the Carmelita!” There were little presents, most of them handmade knickknacks and such, and the cook even baked a cake generously flavoured with Barbados rum. The rum flowed freely that night, too, but George didn’t make a fool of himself. He’d long since found that he didn’t care all that much for the taste of liquor, and he’d learned how to sip slowly and cautiously while others guzzled heartily. As for Kiru, he knew perfectly well that danger could appear at any moment in any of a hundred unexpected ways. He, too, drank slowly and with caution, determined that no harm would come to his ship because of his carelessness. The party was a huge success all around, and George floated to bed on a cloud of personal exhilaration. And that was when he received the best gift of all. Kiru had fucked him very slowly and gently, remaining face to face with George in missionary throughout the entire act. Despite his size, and his muscular build, he could be very gentle when required and he was gentle now. He remained joined with George, mouth to mouth, hands to body, and cock to hole, through a solid hour of sexual ecstasy during which George came three times while Kiru pumped two big loads of his hot African sperm into George’s body. As they lay quietly, stroking each other in the afterglow of that intense peak experience, it was Kiru who said the magic words: “George, I love you.” And George, despite his youth, wasn’t the least bit surprised to hear that. This was the way it was, the way it had to be. It was the most natural thing in the world that Kiru should have said those words, and it was the most natural thing, too, that George’s next words, in return, would be, “I love you, Kiru.” Kiru would feel remorse later, knowing better than his younger lover that life would tear them apart from each other soon enough. George still lacked the maturity to know that there was, in the end, no such thing as a happy ending. Death lay in wait around many unexpected and dangerous corners in their adventurous world. In the emotional high of the moment, though, Kiru hadn’t been able to restrain himself from reaching out to grasp the happiness that was there for him to take, freely offered. Nor had he been able to resist the glowing happiness in George’s face when he had said the magic words back to Kiru in reply. And perhaps, he thought, George did understand, in his own way, that this happiness which they shared was for now – but not for all time.

part 3 When we got into Tom's car I started looking through all the apps and websites in search of any activity for us to start with. I looked on sniffies and saw there were quite a few groups around town advertising for some group fun and a few check-ins at the porn shops in town too. I told Tom about what I found and he said we would check them out but first he wanted to take me to meet a special friend first. My curiosity peaked at this and he wouldn't tell me he just kept saying it was going to be a surprise so I relented and just kept searching for more and more hookup opportunities. We kept driving for a little longer and we pulled up to a very nice modest house making me wonder again what we were doing. Tom parked in the driveway and proceeded to get out and I followed suit. We got to the door and Tom rang the doorbell and we waited. We didn't have to wait long and when the door opened up I was shocked to see a very beefy strong man answer the door completely naked and hard. He was an older man probably in his forties with tattoos covering every inch of his 7ft body, his rippling muscles accented his full tan and piercings in every part that a man would find super sexy. His 12 inch thick cock was pierced with a very large prince albert and there was a jacob's ladder leading down to a nice set of big balls. The curve in his shaft made the jacob's ladder look even more impressive and I had to rip my eyes away when Tom shook me to get my attention. I blushed as I looked up at this man and he smiled and asked me if I liked what I saw and I blushed a bit and told him he looked so sexy. He again smiled at me and winked making me blush more and he grabbed Tom by the waist and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss and ushered us both in. Once inside Tom and this man started to make out again and he proceeded to strip Tom right there in the doorway. Once Tom was naked we walked over to me and started to do the same to me and the feeling of his mouth on mine made me shake some with how soft his lips felt. When I was naked he stepped away again and Tom finally told me who he was and what we were planning on doing here. "Kyle I'm sure you can tell that Rob here and I know each other fairly well and I have kept him up to date on what you and I have been up to as well as your status now and we agreed that you needed more from the source that gave me the gift." I looked at him in shock switching again to look at Rob imagining in my head of Tom being fucked by this titan of a man and I almost lost it right there and we hadn't even done anything yet. I stood speechless for a moment more and then Tom told me more of what would be happening. "Rob here agreed to start our day with a group breeding session here at his house and you and I both are going to be the bottoms for over 50 poz guys so they can add their bugs to us to bring to college and pass along and afterwards we are going to let Rob here tattoo and pierce us both since he is a highly successful tattoo artist and piercer." Hearing this made my dick jump since I had never bottomed for so many guys before and it excited me to no end. I jumped into Rob's arms and started to make out with him like crazy and I felt his cock at its full hardness already start to poke and probe at my hole. Rob kept thrusting up and down, never missing a beat as he continued to shove his pierced tongue down my throat. Rob set me down and said he wanted to make sure the full party was here before he started to fuck. He took both of our hands and led us down into his basement. We started to hear the thumping of music as we descended down the stairs and we were met with applause after Rob opened the door and all in attendance saw us walking through the door. It took us a moment to adjust to the dimness of the room and when our eyes adjusted we looked and saw a full on sex area with so many naked and hard men ready to fuck. Everything you can imagine was in this basement from slings, fuck benches, st andrew's crosses and so many other things for fucking and we were going to be doing everything here. Rob turned the music down so he could address the crowd. "Alright you dirty fuckers here we go we have Tom and Kyle both here now and like I told you before these sexy young men want everything you can think of done to them and make sure that you all give them a load in their holes so they can make sure to spread it around with them when they both make it to college." After you shoot your first load in these boys you are free to use them again or to use anyone at the party but only after you shoot your first load in them so they get the full potency. "So without further interruption let's get this party going." The large crowd cheered as Rob turned the music back up and we were swarmed by the biggest fuck party I could ever imagine. We were both led to the sling area and lifted into them by many hands and strapped in. A screen was wheeled over to me and to Tom and I could see two cameras attached to the screen and the screen was split into two sides. I could see myself and I could see Tom on the other side so I knew they rolled over one where he was to. Rob walked up to me and told me he set this up so it could be streamed live for any dirty horny fucker who wanted to see this party and so I could see everyone fucking Tom as well. I thanked him for all of this and he gave me that amazing smile again and walked to the end of the sling telling me since Tom was his already POZ son from the start it was only fair for him to be the first one to add his strain in from the father source. I was salivating as I saw that Rob had changed the ring in his PA to one that had a rather large ball at the entrance of his piss slit and I looked at him and said for him to bring it on and make me his POZ son too. Rob lubed his cock up and lined the tip of it right at the entrance of my hole and I whimpered with excitement as a bottle of poppers was brought to my nose and I inhaled deeply a few times in each nostril and I was so warm and floating on the high. Rob told me to look up at the screen and I could see that Tom was about to start getting worked over too and he was looking right at the camera so he was eye with me and he told me he loved me and to have fun. I said it right back to him and right after the word fun was uttered Rob took that as his cue and slammed every inch of his thick ramrod into my suspended hole. As stretched as I was from all of the training I was able to skip the sensations of pain all together and I felt nothing but total bliss as this titan fucked me hard. The crowd of men all applauded seeing me take his schlong like a champion and kept cheering more and more to ampt up the both of us. While Rob was plowing my innards I looked and saw that Tom was receiving the same treatment on his end and I loved seeing him be a champ with getting fucked as much as I was too. More poppers were offered me to and I made sure I got a nice big dose making me flying on air again. Feeling Rob's large cock rubbing onto my prostate was getting me ready to blow my own load and I shouted that and he told me he was close too which made the crowd applauded and then someone grabbed a tube which looked like a penis pump and grabbed my cock quickly and inserted it into this tube. Once it was inserted the one who put it on showed me the end of the hose that attached to the tube and I saw a very large electronic butt plug. He rushed over behind Rob and inserted the plug into Rob and Rob saw my confusion and he told me he didn't want any of my load to go to waste so when any of these guys fuck me and make me cum they get my strain while I get theres. This made me smile and I could feel the suction and the pumping start from the tube. Rob fucked me harder and harder and In one final slam I could feel his cock swell and pain my insides with all the hot POZ cum that made my brother and essentially me become POZ. I was in pure ecstasy and my ass clamped down hard on his cock and I started to shoot what had to be the biggest load of my young life. I watched as best as I could so I could see my cum be sucked through the tube and be deposited into Rob's ass and I knew it was a success when Rob told me that the butt plug expanded and shot my load in him. I was breathing heavy and I looked back at the screen and saw my brother doing the same and I knew he got his first load of the day too. He saw me looking into the camera and we smiled at each other and shouted at the same time. WHO'S NEXT?

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When I was 26. I was at a bathhouse and this daddy type was about to have a piss in the bathrooms and I just stopped to look. He walked to me and started pissing all over my body. Instincts took over and I found myself on my knees as he pissed all over my face.

There needs to be a warning on stories that have gone un-continued for, say, 6+ months. It is so disappointing to get into a really hot storyline that just drops off.

There used to be two bathhouses in the place I live. One was known for the older crowd (and still exists), the other was visited by younger guys (but burned down). I usually went to the sauna were there were a lot of daddies, but I wanted to see what the other bathhouse was like too. I went to the bathhouse after work and arrived pretty late. There were a lot of twenty- thirtysomethings there. Really not my type. I did see one older guy with white hair and potbelly. He was cruising on the second floor. I first tried the facilities, the pool (always feels nice to swom naked) the steamcabin where there wasn't a lot of action unlike the other bathhouse and the whirlpool. In the whirlpool this 35 year old guy kept brushing up my leg. He obvioulsy liked me. I wasn't too sure about him. I let the guy fondle me a bit, and he kept asking me things like if I go to this place a lot. After the bubbles went away in the whirlpool I went upstairs, hoping to lose the guy. I saw the older guy groping some dudes, but they all kept rejecting him. I almost felt sorry for him. When I walked by he grabbed my crotch too. I stood still and let him feel me up a bit. "Let's go into a private room" he whispered in my ear. I obliged and walked into a cabin. The man looked happy and why shouldn't he. He finally found a young boy that wants to be intimate with him. "You look gorgeous, what's your name?" he asked. I told him my name and then he asked me age. At the time I was 24. Being the shy guy I didn't ask his name (wasn't interested in it anyway) or his age. Most men lie about it anyway, they always say there are younger, not realizing I get turned on more by old fuckers than young ones. If he told me he was 40 I would've been dissapointed while would he have said he was 60 I'd be superhorny (exaggerated example of course). When he knew my age he began grinning even more.He looked like he hit jackpot. Of course he also asked what I liked and wanted to do. I choke on this question. I would love to say I want to suck his old cock and get my ass rimmed so he can root my young ass better. But I'm too shy to say stuff like that. So I didn't say anything at all, I just mumbled a bit. When he asked a second time I softly said "everything I guess". The old man looked at me with a smile "you're so pretty" he said. Yeah that's another thing I don't like, guys who act like they are in love with you. I'm not looking for a lover, I'm looking for anonymous sex. "You're a bit shy aren't you?" I nodded. "I won't do anything you don't want to do" he assured me "I don't have a lot of sex these days" he admitted "I hope I can please you". He began sucking my pencil dick and after a while he asked if I wanted to suck his cock. Of course I wanted to do that and put my lips on his hard cock. It didn't take long before he began encouraging me, moaning that I did a good job, how this wasn't my first blowjob and that he enjoyed it because he did't have a mouth on his cock for so long. It almost made me feel special, sucking on a cock long abandoned by others. "Stand up" he told me. When I stood up he looked at me again, admiring my body once more "turn around and show me your cute ass". As soon as my back was turned to him he grabbed my ass. Squeezing my not so full asscheeks. He took a step forward so our bodies were pressed against each other and he was humping my ass. "You have such a great body, I want to enjoy it but also make it feel good for you. Please go on all fours so I can lick your ass." Oh yes, I definitly would like that. When I was on hands an knees I pushed my ass up in the air, give him nice acces to my boicunt. "What a nice pussy" he said when I showed him my hole, and then he stuck his tongue there. His stubble felt great on my ass. I began to ponder how naughty it was, being naked in a booth with cumstains on the wall, having a guy who is older than my father licking my ass. And boy did he lick. He slobbered all over my ass. He was like a starving animal feasting on my asshole. Suddenly he stopped, placed his dick against my hole and pushed right in. It hurt and I groaned. "Relax, relax, just wait and it will feel nice" he assured me. At one hand I did like it his cock was already buried in my ass (saves the hassle of doing it slowly which I find less comfortable), however I wasn't too pleased he didn't use a condom. "We should do it safe" I whimpered. He looked at me with a friendly smile "Oh you're so sweet" he said "I know we should do it safe but I don't have any condoms. I haven't fucked a boy like you for quite some time, please let me fuck you". I looked at him. I always figured only those dominating bald leather gays were the ones to look out for. Not this old guy who probably hasn't fucked someone (without paying) for quite some time. Besides I didn't bring any condoms myself and his cock began feeling nice in my hole. When he noticed I didn't try to argue he began fucking me. "I want to fuck you so bad" he said "I haven't cum in some days and I want you to have it". My cock became rockhard when he said that. It's so horny when someone wants to breed you. Being barebacked I decided to lose my shame and encouraged him "Yes fuck me daddy" I blurted out. He enjoyed that "yes son tell me how much you like it" he said moaning. "Fuck my pussy with your old cock, make me pregnant" I said without shame while vigoursly jerking my own cock That really did it for him, he gave one big thrust so his fuckmeat was as deep as possible in my bowels. Then he unloaded. My first breeding. I felt his tick slimy cum in my ass. At that point I shot my own load on my towel. As soon as I came I wanted his cock out of my ass. I stood up, so his cock slipped out of my ass. I wanted to check my ass with my fingers, it felt really slippery and wanted to make sure I wasn't bleeding or something, but the man grabbed my hand. He asked me to stay, but I thanked him for the session and quickly left the booth. When I walked downstairs I felt the cum trickling down my leg. It was the most intense and most intimate fuck I ever had and I didn't even know who that guy was. I bumped into the whirlpool dude. "So there you are" he said. I wasn't in the mood for him. He looked at the old man who walked behind me. He grabbed my arm and said into my ear "Whatever you do don't go with that guy. He's known as an unhealty man, rumors are he´s poz. He's always harassing guys with lies and wanting unprotected sex. I hate to see you fall into his hands". I turned white and my heart began to beat faster. I excused myself to go into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and began pushing his cum out of my ass. When I looked in the bowl I saw a pinkish mixture of body fluids. Fuck.

Tommy The Tease Tommy was as cute as a button, literally the face of an angel with pure blond curls, short at 5’4 and slim but with a rounded sticky out bottom that women would pay a plastic surgeon thousands to have one just like it. Tommy loved his arse, he loves wearing tight briefs and thongs, taking selfies of himself all sissy like and posting them on the net, he loved the attention from men all over the world who would pay him complements and send him sexy arse accentuating underwear to a post office box for him to wear and pose in, of course a lot of the underwear was backless and Tommy revelled in showing off his pretty pink pucker for all to see. Tommy also had an insatiable boy pussy, from his mid-teens he had been sticking candles, vegetables and eventually dildos up his boy hole, he loved the feeling of something in his butt, of course he got fucked by men, in fact being fucked was his ‘most favourite thing ever’, but the one thing he always insisted on when being fucked was a condom. Carlos Morino was a half Jamaican half Spanish man in his 40’s, bulky built like a shit brick house, not very good looking thanks to severe acne scars and the permanent scow on his face, if you had seen him in the street you would have crossed the road to avoid him. Carlos was also a big fan of Tommy’s Tumblr account, he’d sit and slowly stroke his fat nine inch cock looking at the pictures of Tommy in his underwear, of his lovely round arse and of his boi pussy with or without various objects shoved up it. It was in the lead up to Christmas that Carlos was out shopping, his mood as normal pretty bad though mellowed thanks to the weed he had smoked before he came out, he was in the local supermarket and bending down to pick up some vodka when he heard a giggle, turning his head he saw a woman walking down the aisle away from him but what really caught his eye was the boy walking alongside her, his face froze, his mind raced, those blond curls and that massive bottom encased in tight jeans, it was his favourite internet boy, he was sure, gathering himself he immediately followed, at the till it was confirmed when he watched the cute boys animated face excitedly talking to his mother, yes it was indeed Tommy, cute little sissy Tommy. Of course Tommy had noticed the big man following him, and like the little tease he was he made sure he showed off his pert rounded butt, but Tommy being the boy he was actually thought he was doing nothing wrong and as he and his mother left the store he threw a smile over his shoulder at the man thinking that was it, but that was not it, little did he know that the dark BMW behind his mother’s car on the ride home was Carlos intent on tracking his prey, he had plans for Tommy the Tease. A parcel later of stills from Tommy’s Tumblr account to the boys account had the kid worried, the message in the parcel was simple “come here on Friday or your mother gets these”, Tommy was torn, his mother was ultra-religious, she’d go mad, he knew that, so on Friday night he found himself at the address accepting a drink laced with ‘G’ from the big man and then smoked a joint, and then when the big man was sure the kid was stoned enough the fun began, for Carlos at least. “Shut up” Carlos grunted as his big bare cock lined up at the high helpless teens tight pussy, Tommy’s hands tied at the wrist rested begin Carlos’s broad neck, pressed against the wall the poor teen could hardly struggle against the big man’s body, his legs high and spread over Carlos’s strong arms, he pleaded “No No not bare!!!” as he felt the tip of the man’s cock probe at his vulnerable boy pussy, he cried out “NO!!!” as Carlos’s big cock head pushed and entered his slick stretched cunt thanks to the dildoing he’d endured just beforehand. Sliding in Carlos luxuriated in the velvet softness of the kids insides as his cock slid deeper into the boys rectum stretching the sphincter wide “shut up whore, I am going to work this ass, this is what I am meant for, the breed whores like you”, despite the boys dire situation he could not help moan in pleasure as the biggest cock he had ever seen in the flesh delved deeper in his boi cunt, his little boy cock was hard pressed against Carlo’s gut, the big man pushed harder pushing his dick further into the kid, his cock travelling deeper into uncharted territory of teen Tommy’s pussy, despite semi enjoying the man’s cock Tommy still pleaded “please not bare please no!!”, Carlos spat in the boy’s face, slapping the kids arse cheeks with his hands “you do not get it whore your my BITCH now and breed my bitches raw!!!” A big shove and a scream from Tommy as his innards were defied to the limit Carlos’s wiry thick pubes were resting against the boy’s taint, grinning Carlos grunted to a wail from Tommy “now the fucking can begin!!”. Carlos loved to fuck, in fact he called his hips and strong legs ‘the power fucking machine’, his cock travelled in and out, Tommy was whimpering and moaning, never had he been fucked like this, his fear was overtaken as he achieved his first ever anal orgasm which Carlos loved feeling round his dick as he carried on pummelling the kids cunt, despite the pleasure he was feeling Tommy was still begging whimpering “please don’t cum in me, please”, which just resulted in Carlos sneering “do you think you can protect yourself against me, you whore” Carlo’s thrusts became more insistent, his breathing heavier and his grunting louder signalling to Tommy that the man was close, desperate one last time he cried “don’t cum in me pleaaaseee!!!!” at the same moment as Carlos’s cock engorged even more as a week load of man spunk fired deep into the kid’s pussy, Tommy squealed out of anguish but also uncontrolled excitement as he felt the man’s sperm fill his pussy firing his own sperm onto Carlo’s gut. Carlos rested for a moment feeling his cock deflate slightly, his cock fell from the boy’s hole and he laughed as he felt the copious amount of cum and ass juices flood out of the boy’s cunt pouring over his cock onto the floor, he spat onto the boy’s face “yeah caramba!!” before leaning in and kissing a stunned Tommy the tease deep and hard. Carlos sat on his sofa, his legs spread wide as he smoked a big Cuban cigar as he watched newly named ‘Tommy the whore’ in sissy hold up stockings lick the spilt spunk of his hardwood floors before he crawled over the floor and licked Carlo’s increasingly semi to hard spunk and boi pussy coated cock clean, Carlos snapped his fingers “get on it boy and milk my spunk into your cunt, you belong to me now” As Tommy lowered his self onto Carlos’s big cock, he moaned with excitement “yes daddy I am your whore”, the big man chucked “yes you are” Needless to say, ‘Tommy the Tease’s’ Tumblr page changed from that day forth, men across the globe wanked themselves silly watching Tommy get fucked by the big man and his friends, and of course Carlos was happy as bitcoins rolled into his account.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Part 2 I picked up my boy and bent him over the chair. "Stick out your ass baby," I instructed him, and he arched his back showing me his sweet little pink cherry. There are few things I like more than the first taste of a virgins hole, and this one looked luscious. I kneeled down and lightly kissed his pink pucker and he slightly moaned. I licked around the outside a bit before I planted my lips against the sweet, sweet hole. Damn he tasted good. So fresh. So sweet. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, tasting my fresh new victim before his hole would become a gaping, sloppy gash. I ate that boypussy for a good 20 minutes while my baby boy moaned like a little whore. I finally pulled myself off of it and pulled out a little baggie. This baggie and some nice size rocks and I pulled one out and placed it on his opening with the tip of my finger. Slowly I pushed it into him and he hissed a little as it started to burn. I just slid my finger in deep, and worked that rock around into his tender membranes, rubbing it hard while he continued to moan. I turned him around and sat back on the chair, pulling him into my lap. He went crazy kissing me, trying to devour my tongue. I started pinching his nipples which only made him crazier. I knew I had me a true slut. I stood up and gathered up his clothes. "We're going to change booths," I told him. He looked a little confused, but was already too high to disagree. I stuck a finger up his ass and guided him out into the hallway toward my favourite booth, one that had glory holes in both sides. It was time to put my bitch to work. We passed several men in the hallway, some who knew me and knew what I was up too. They leared at the naked boy attached to my finger, knowing what was in store for him. I closed the door in the new booth and pushed my boy down to his knees. Almost instantly a cock poked through a hole, hard and dripping. "Suck that cock baby boy," I told him. "I want to watch you suck it." I held the poppers under his nose as he took several long drags, fueling his lust further. He crawled to the cock and started sucking it. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that was ok. I let him take his time, and he was doing ok. Soon the cock started to shoot, and I pulled my boy off after the first couple squirts in his mouth so the rest could go on his face and hair. My boy was going to be a dirty bitch and I wanted him to start looking like it. Another cock appeared on the other side and my boy didn't have to be told what to do. He dove on that cock as I held more poppers under his nose, reving him up more. This time I held his head and pushed it back and forth on the cock, forcing it down his throat, stretching him open. When the cock started cumming I pushed his face right against the wall so it was shooting down his throat. Then I pulled him off and coated his face with the rest. He was starting to look like a real cumslut. More poppers and a third cock to suck, and I started fingering his hole. Quickly I had two, then three fingers sliding in and out as the third cock erupted in his mouth. Without being told he pulled off and milked the rest of the load all over his face. Damn he was easy, and I knew he was ready for the next step. The next cock that came through he started sucking it. After he got it nice and wet I pulled him off and turned him around. More poppers and I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as I pushed him down on the cock. "Sit on it baby boy," I breathed in his ear. "Relax and let it in you." The kid was so high it took no effort before he had the cock all the way in his pussy. I just held him against the wall as the cock drilled in and out of his hole. He moaned and grunted while he took his first fuck. "Good boy. Now you're learning what your pussy is. You're gonna make Jesse real happy!" He just continued to moan as the cock pumped his ass full of cum for the first time in his young life. Without even pulling away from the hole in the wall, a new cock quickly pushed into my boy, fucking him and getting his hole wetter and looser, and depositing another load in his guts. I opened the door of the booth and saw a buddy out side. I handed him the bottle of poppers and told him to keep an eye on my bitch for a few. "Make sure his holes are getting used! I'll be back very shortly" I grabbed the kids clothes except for his underwear and left the arcade. I tossed his clothes into my car, taking his wallet out of his jeans. I could sell his clothes easy for a few bucks. The Jordans should bring a little more. Then I grabbed his keys and went to the Escalade. I looked in his wallet, $300 bucks in cash, not bad. Stupid kid didn't even know enough to not bring money to a bookstore. A couple credit cards too. Wouldn't take me long to run them up. Daddy would just think they were stolen anyway. I looked around the Escalade for anything else, but found nothing. I looked at the kids ID. Blake Darby. He lived in the Heights. I knew it. Big houses up there. Blakey boy was in for a wild couple of weeks! I returned to the arcade, and slipped into an adjoining booth. I wanted to watch my new slut in action secretly. My buddy just stood there as Blake rode another anonymous cock through the hole. He looked blitz and he just pushed his ass back onto the partition, taking it as deep as he could. My buddy knelt in front of him and fed him his cock. Blake sucked it like a pro already. I watched my boy get spit roasted through the hole as both cocks filled him with more cum. I decided we had spent enough time in the bookstore and it was time for the next phase. I entered the booth and looked at my new slut. Cum dripped off his face and leaked out his no longer virgin hole. I just grabbed his shorts and told him to put them on, we're leaving. He didn't even hesitate or ask where the rest of his clothes were. He pulled on his shorts and I stuck my hand down the back, sticking two fingers in his dripping cunt. I guided him out into the hallway and out of the bookstore to his vehicle. I tossed him in the passenger side and off we went to Daddy's house in the Heights.