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When I was 21 I had never kissed a girl and it frustrated the hell out of me. I wasn't very masculine, very small for my age, no muscles and a very high voice. It wasn't unusual for people to think I was 16. I was jerking off three times a day and at least twice as often in the weekend, which I always spent alone. I don't know when my gay fantasies came, I always blame a certain picture in a porn magazine of a woman looking in the camera while she's sucking an uncut veiny dick. After a while I wasn't aroused because it was a picture of a blowjob, I became aroused about thinking to be in the woman's position, to suck that beautiful cock. Being a loner I often went to the movie theater on my own. On one occasion my seat was between a girl who was there with her boyfriend and an older plump man. When the move played I kept brushing against the old man's arm because we both wanted to use the same armrest. The first time it happened it was a quick sorry, but after the third time we looked at each other and smiled, because it was a funny situation. After a while I felt the old man's foot against my foot. When the old man noticed I didn't move my foot he kept rubbing against my foot. Was this guy playing footsies with me? And why didn't it bother me? I placed my arm on the armrest i shared with my gray neighbor again and he placed his arm besides mine. With his pinky he touched my hand. The old guy was really flirting with me! My heart pounded in my chest. When I mustered the courage too look at him, he looked at me too, smiled and he lewdly licked his lips. I didn't dare too look in his direction again, but I didn't remove my arm from the rest either. When the movie was finished I didn't know what to do. I stood up to leave and had to pass the old man. When I passed him he grabbed my crotch. I decided to hang around the movie theater a bit, pretending to play with my phone. The old man walked towards me. We were complete opposites, I was young, small and thin and he was old, over 50, balding and chubby. "Hi" he said with a big smile. "Hi" I softy said back. "My name is Hans." The old man said "I'm Bart." "Want to come with me Bart? I live nearby." I nodded and nervously followed the guy to his car which he unlocked for me. As I got into the car Hans asked "Do you often go home with men or is this your first time?" "It's my first time" I confessed. "All the better" Hans said with a smirk. "Do you pick up guys often?" I asked him. "Yeah I actually do" he replied with a smile "You'll see." When we got to his house I was all nerves. Hans grabbed my hand and let me upstairs, towards his bedroom. There was a huge bed in the room but the most notable thing was a bulletin board with dozens of polaroid pictures on it. When I took a better look at the photos I noticed they were all of young guys sucking on a fat dick. Moreover, all the boys were photographed from above and they were all in a kneeling position, but some were still wearing clothes, others were nude, and a few seemed to be tied by the wrists. Some pictured had a little green sticker on them and some of them a red one, but it wasn't clear to me what the stickers meant. The photographer and owner of the impressive cock had to be Hans. I looked at all the photographs and concluded I didn't know any of the boys even though they were about the same age as was I. "Looks hot doesn't it" Hans said when he saw I was gawking at his pictures. "I love it when young boys like yourself suck on my cock." I turned around and saw Hans with his dick hanging out of the fly of his pants. The old man's cock was already hard and pointed towards me. Hans took a step towards me, and with his big hands grabbed my head and pressed his mouth against mine. I wasn't in to kissing men, but Hans forced his tongue in my mouth. When he noticed I didn't reciprocate he pushed my head down towards his dick. From this angle his dick looked even bigger. I saw the veins on his foreskin, and his mushroom head was shimmering. I gave the head a kiss and licked on the shaft, exploring his meat with my mouth. When I finally took his prick in my mouth Hans was taking of his shirt. I started bobbing up and down, giving my first blowjob to a guy older than my father. When I looked up, I saw Hans with a camera in his hands. "Smile" he said and took a picture of me with his dick in my mouth. Another picture for on the board. Hans withdrew his cock from my mouth "Take of your clothes Bart." I complied, feeling the cold when I was naked. Hans was naked too and motioned me to lay down on bed. I crawled on his bed I asked "How do you want me?" "Just lay on your back and enjoy." Hans positioned himself between my legs and pushed my legs towards my chest. He grabbed some lube and smeared it against my ass. I saw him coating his fuckmeat with the lube as well. "Should't we do it safe?" I asked. Hans looked at me, "Why do you have something?" "No" I answered. "Well then I'm not worried" and he pushed his cock in my ass. I was surprised how easy his dick slid in my bowels, although it did feel weird when his whole cock was completely buried in my ass. It was like he was jabbing my belly or something. "How does it feel?" Hans asked. I smiled "It's ok." "Just ok?" he asked almost disappointed. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest so my ass was hovering above the sheets. "How about this then?" and Hans picked up the pace. Now this was fucking. I was getting fucked. Assfucked. Assfucked by a man I didn't know at all. My own little prick got hard and I started moaning. "Yeah this is what you want eh boy, getting fucked in your ass. I knew it when I first saw you. I knew you were a slut. A worthless bitch that needs to be fucked in her cunt. Look at you, with your legs in the air like a cheap whore getting banged by old men. Say 'thanks' bitch, say 'thanks'." "Thanks" I mumbled. "Thanks who bitch?" Hans snapped at me. "Thanks sir". "Yeah you should be thankful, ungrateful fuck. I'm a nice guy who likes to give gifts. You want my gift?" I didn't know what he meant then, I assumed he was referring to his cum. "Beg for it bitch, beg for it". "Cum, cum" was all I could say and not even loudly. Hans gave one final thrust and unloaded in my ass. "You're getting bugged now boy!" I always imagined you'd feel the spurts of cum in your bowels, but I didn't notice anything. Hans kept his dick in my ass, letting it go limp. "That was nice Bart, you are a great lay." When Hans withdrew his cock from my ass I had the feeling it was a gaping hole. It felt sore and stung. "Get dressed, I'm taking you home" he said harshly. I wanted to check my rectum or at least go to the toilet to shit out the cum, but Hans didn't let me. He threw me my clothing. He clearly wasn't the nice guy who picked me up at the movie. The car ride towards my house was silent. When I got out I wanted to say something, but Hans slammed the door and drove off. I watched the car disappear and was ashamed of how I was treated. I had let a stranger who had casual sex all the time fuck my ass bareback. How stupid could I be? At least he was negative I thought, before I realized he never actually said he didn't have anything. He just asked me if I was disease free. I assumed he would be too, why ask otherwise? A few months later I had a heavy bout of flu and was never going to be healthy again. Somewhere a young guy was now looking at a bulletin board filled with pictures, having no idea what that green sticker on my photo means.

Liam was 21, had dark tanned skin, curly black hair and a lean, atheletic body. He was masculine and in the closet. Even though he was gay, he still fucked girls to prove himself to his friends, something I found pathetic. Him fucking me was pleasurable, but he always insisted on a condom despite the fact we were both neg. It irritated me: we were both clean, so why wouldn't he dump his load in me? Liam had told me previously that an HIV scare when he was younger turned him away from any unprotected sex, so it was a condom or nothing. I could accept this for a while, but as time went on he started to take me for granted, expecting me to make all the effort to get his plastic-covered dick inside me. But he was hotter than fire and had an amazing physique, so I put up with his bullshit for a year. One night I was desperately horny to top someone, so I invited him over as he had always told me he was vers. But when it came to fuck, he refused to bottom, let alone take my load. "I bottom for masc men only, fag," he told me. I decided that it was time for him to overcome his fear of HIV. I formed a plan. That week I created a Grindr profile on my phone and my tablet. On the tablet I found a picture of the only type he bottomed for: A tall, muscular, masc man. I used that picture to set up the fake profile of a man who I named 'Jim' I used a fake location app to move 'Jim' to Liam's area, and immediately began chatting him up. Soon Liam was begging to bottom for the imaginary 'Jim', but as expected he stated that he only did protected sex. "Don't worry," I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "I'm neg, and I ALWAYS use a condom." I spent days teasing him, leading him on, making him hungry to feel 'Jim's' cock deep in his ass. Then I moved to the next part of the plan. "I want to use u at night in a park." I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "To go there, find u on ur hands and knees with ur ass in the air ready to b fuckd. SAFE only tho!" I smirked. Liam took the bait, agreeing to be fucked, provided Jim wasn't rough because, in Liam's words: "I don't btm much." Now the first stage of my plan was in motion, I moved to the second stage. On the phone I created a fake profile with a picture of Liam. Then I searched my city for any poz man I could find, pretending to be Liam, explaining that I wanted unmedicated poz loads only. I found some poz profiles, and explained using Liam's fake profile: "I have a fantasy. I want to be raped in a park by a poz guy. I'll wait with my ass up in the air, and I want to be held down and have my hole raped with NO LUBE or spit. I want it rough, raw, bloody. I want a poz load in my torn up ass. I want to have any screams, tears or begging to be ignored, I want the real experience. I want me and my ass to be abused and used with no mercy. If I try and move I want to be held down. No safe words, no games. Pure charged poz loads in my ruined hole." I got more responses than I could've hoped for. Soon I set up a time and place, continuing to flirt with Liam using the 'Jim' profile so he would become hornier and more open to suggestion. Then the final part of the plan came about. The night of the event had arrived. I messaged Liam using the 'Jim' profile.. "I was thinking how hot it will b if ur blindfolded when I start fucking u. It will b so hot. I'll take the blindfold off at the end so we cum together " As I expected, Liam was hesitant, but I eventually I convinced him to do it for just the first minute of the fuck. Liam told me his hands were shaking. I told him I was excited to meet him and have some safe fun. Liam arrived at the huge park and walked to the very back where he would be furthest from the road... and anyone helping him. He got on his hands and knees like I had ordered him earlier, and he pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his ass to the night air. He pulled out a piece of fabric and bound it over his eyes. He waited. Around the corner were 9 highly-charged, poz men who had arrived earlier in anticipation. I'd told them through my fake Liam profile to look out for other poz men who might want in on the action, and they'd noticed each other and gathered as a group to give a young, toned masc jock the gift he had been begging for for weeks. As per my request, they had phones ready to film every painful, dirty detail. Liam messaged 'Jim' that he was ready and putting his blindfold on. He reminded me "Safe Sex Only", and promised he'd leave if I tried anything. I relayed the first part of the message to the waiting men, and like wolves they silently approached the naive young man, unknowing that they were all being used to rape an innocent, unsuspecting neg boy. As the rape began, I blocked Liam on 'Jim's' profile and then deleted it. The next day I asked the men to send me their videos and pics of the night. They all mentioned how hot it was that Liam struggled and cried so much, thinking it was mainly an a roleplay act. The videos showed Liam being set upon by the group and held straight down on the dirt by the men as one by one they shoved raw, dry poz dicks in his tight, hairy hole. He had screamed. He had begged. His hole tore and bled. Toxic loads became the lube of each successive stranger until they had all fucked him more than twice and cum leaked out of his red orifice and dribbled down his bruised flesh onto the ground. After a while, Liam had stopped struggling and instead lay on the dirt crying, poz loads swirling around inside his bloodied, torn guts. Each man dressed and walked off from the crime scene. I saved the videos on my computer and still watch them regularly. The image of Liam being raped again and again for more than an hour makes me instantly hard to this day. I deleted all the Grindr profiles I had used in the crime and went back to my own personal profile where I had favourited Liam and where we usually arranged hookups. His profile was offline for more than 3 days before he finally came back online. I waited another few days so it wasn't suspicious then messaged him. "I'm so horny, I've missed you, sexy!" "Hey... I dont kno." He replied. "Im... not sure I can do sex anymore." He paused for a long time before adding "I want to see u. Im going through a lot right now and Im an emotional wreck. I dropped out of uni bcuz some shit happened that im still getting over. You're a really nice guy [NAME REDACTED]. Plz see me tonight?" I smiled. "I'm kinda busy. Next week?" "OK, I'd like that." Liam replied. "Thanks for messaging me. I rly need someone to talk to." A week later I asked if he wanted to see me. "Im not feeling well today." He responded after a delay. "I think Im coming down with the Flu."

This past Saturday, my Laguna Beach Bro and I went to Club San Diego! It was our first time to fuck in public space and his turn to fuck my ass! You know since we met on Christmas after that, I'd been breeding his ass but, he told me before we went that he wanted to fuck me and he wanted people to watch my ass get bred hard. So we drove down to San Diego and got a room, even though, we didn't need it, as we played everywhere. Fucking got high on poppers and maximum impact( we were drunk too as we had drinking beer all day) he proceeded to put his big fat baby arm dick up my butt! It was past midnight and crowded so yeah we had an audience. As I was laying down on my stomach and spinning from the impact , he was fucking me hard. I hadn't really payed attention to the movement behind me until I started feeling the piston fucking resume and started moaning and telling my bro to fuck harder! I felt someone lean over and whisper in my ear...it was my bro saying it wasn't him! He told me to relax and just let it happen. As he held my head on his leg and jerked off , he managed the guys fucking me AND wouldn't let me look back at them! I'm really not sure how many I took but, my ass was sore and leaking! He finally finished off up my gut using guy's cum for lube...about sunrise he let me shower after playing and fisting my cummy butt. As I was showering I had several guys of all types come by and tell me they would have never thought they would have been able to fuck my ass and how they appreciated it! My bro told me as we drove back to Laguna that he really was thankful for me trusting him and making alot of guys very happy...he then told me he never chose any of the guys..he let any and all that wanted to fuck me at it! He just made sure I was safe. All he would tell me about the guys is only a few would have been my true type..a navy type guy and a hot coach type guy and the rest ran from all sizes and types from a tweaker, to average , and older guys..ugly and beautiful..your typical bathhouse gambit of men...it was a free for all frenzy...I still have instant hard on thinking about it! And Bro loved it!

It's hard to believe that Brad and I were ever friends. From the moment we started living together, he became the biggest ass I ever knew. I can deal with a messy roommate or someone that's maybe loud but doesn't realize it. Everything Brad did, though, was annoying. And he never seemed to miss an opportunity to put me down. When Brad read my Adam4Adam profile, he immediately charged into my room, acting all pius. "Anything goes?!" he asked with disdain. First of all, I happen to know that Brad barebacked. We had a couple of ex-hookups in common. Secondly, why the hell did it matter to Brad? We were just roommates; and we weren't each other's type. I replied "Hey, I'm being honest. I don't hook up often, but when I do, I don't like condoms. I'm being straight up about it." Apparently, Brad thought I was implying that he hooked up often; and he got upset. Well, it was true. Brad had somebody new over two or three times a week. So, I tried to brush off the conversation. But, his attitude was really starting to annoy me. And for the third time, he insisted that I pay a higher share of the electric bill because he felt I ran the air conditioning more than him. WTF?! I had the perfect idea to get back at him. I was somewhat familiar with bug chasers and the like. And I have to admit, the idea intrigured me a bit - even though I was too terrified to ever try it myself. It took a bit of planning - but if it worked, it would be a great way to get back at Brad for being such a pompous asshole. It only took a few minutes for me to create a fake profile on A4A. I used a screename that was certain to catch a poz guy's eye: chasemenow. It didn't take too long for one of the horny guys in San Diego to respond to that profile. Ah .. just what I was looking for. A handsome hung poz guy, Miguel, messaged me. Let's put this plan into motion now. I explained to Miguel that I was a chaser and wanted to get stealthed, but that I was very shy. I told him to change his status to neg and to message me on my other screenname (which was actually my roommate's a4a name.) It took some explaining- but I eventually convinced Miguel that I was a chaser that wanted a surprise stealthing. And that it would be hot if he pretended to be neg; and then revealed he had HIV as he came inside me. I told him that he needed to pretend to be neg in case 'my boyfriend' (which Brad didn't actually have) ever read the messages. Would Brad take the bait? Two days later, Brad couldn't wait to tell that he had a hot guy coming over to see him. vBrad asked me to answer the door if Brad was in the shower. Actually, I think he just wanted to rub it in that he was hooking up again. The shower was probably just an excuse for me to see his new trick. When Miguel arrived, Brad was in the bathroom and showering, not surprisingly. I introduced myself to Miguel; and told him Brad was in the shower. I offered him a drink while he waited. "You're really cute," Miguel told me "Do you and your roommate play together?" "No," I explained to him, "we aren't each other's type." I suppose Miguel could tell I liked him since I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his shorts. "Why don't you get me ready while I wait for him to finish showering?" Miguel suggested. I have to say that I love it when a hung guy is assertive like that. Miguel quickly pulled down his shorts and revealed his large semi-hard cock. Maybe it was because he was so hot - or maybe it was because I wanted to get back at Brad, I don't know why, but I instantly dropped to my knees and started sucking on him. I had completely forgotten he was poz, too for the time being. I was too distracted by his massive dick. I wasn't just sucking his dick. I was devouring it - trying to suck him dry before the shower stopped. It was probably a good thing that the shower stopped after a few minutes. Otherwise, I would have ended up with a poz load in my mouth. Miguel put his monster cock away and Brad made his way out into the dining room area. I had wondered if we seemed awkward to Brad. But, Brad was so arrogant, I don't think he even assumed I could have been slobbering on the cock that he was about to get. Brad guided Miguel into his bedroom, almost acting like royalty. What an ass. Miguel gave me a little wink as he followed Brad into his room. Oh .. that was a perfect indication of what was to come. I guess I knew Brad's routine at this point. He'd put on a movie .. ask his new date to "cuddle." And a few minutes into the movie, I'd hear his bed rocking. I think Brad always wanted me to hear he was getting fucked. I found it hard to believe that anyone could make that much noise every time he hooked up. Not surprisingly, I heard the squeaking and rocking of his bed. I never especially cared about his hookups before; but I desperately wanted to be a fly on the wall on this time. I ended up kneeling down with an ear to the bottom of the door, listening in for any clues as to what was unfolding. "Oh, God that feels so good," Brad said with perverse delight. I had never been more turned on. Brad was getting fucked by a poz guy and he didn't even know it. Fuck yeah! "Take that dick," Miguel answered back. Miguel must have been pounding hard, because I heard a lot of slapping noises. More moans, gasps and slapping noises followed. A random "yeah, fuck my ass!" escaped Brad's lips. "You like this big raw dick up your ass huh?" Miguel queried. I was relieved. I had worried for a bit that Brad might make Miguel put on a rubber. Brad only moaned in response to the question. Their pace seemed to be picking up. I was only just starting to realize that I had pulled my shorts down and I was jacking off as I kept my ear to the bottom of the door. "You ready for my poz cum?!" Miguel blurted out. "Huh?!?" I heard Brad respond confused. "I'm stealthing your ass, bitch!" Miguel clarified. Brad's only response was a steady yell that quavered probably because of deep thrusts attacking his hole now. "I'm about to shoot my HIV up your ass bitch!" Miguel insisted. I was about to unload too as I jacked my rockhard dick. Brad's yell was muffled. It sounded like maybe Miguel shoved his mouth into the pillow. Then, Miguel belted out a low pitched moan and one final warning, "you're getting pozzed!" It sounded like a wrestling match was unfolding. I suppose Brad was resisting somehow. He was a petite guy though. I couldn't imagine him getting the upper-hand here. Miguel seemed to be winning in this contest though because the last thing I heard him say was "take it bitch" followed by several loud slapping noises. He must have been pounding him ruthless. Hell yeah! My own dick exploded jizz like never before. I was probably blowing my load just as Brad was taking a poz load. It felt AMAZING!!! Just after I came, I darted into my bedroom as quickly as possible and into my bathroom. I didn't want to hear how things were going to go after that. LOL. That was a few weeks ago. Brad never talked about it. I gotta say .. he seems much less cocky now though. :-)

(This is actually a true story. It was 1983, and I was an introverted, sky, skinny kid from the East End of Louisville, the 'burbs back then. I was deeply closeted and naive, and ready to be taken advantage of. This incident began a 10 month journey into sex and hard drugs that ended with me, a gay kid from the burbs, learning how to take cock, deep throat and yes, fuck pussy to the point where I got a black junkie pregnant. It was the best summer of my life, and brought me a wonderful daughter that I never thou a guy like me could ever have.) --------------------------------------------- I was barely nineteen and had been fucked only once, by a white guy who was 30. I met him in at Blue Movies in downtown Louisville, and we went back to his place, smoked a J and he topped me. He was so small i didn't even know he had cum until he went soft. So this is what I had fantasized about ever since I saw Freddie Mercury eating grapes on the back cover of the first Queen album? It wasn't anything like I had read in "First Hand" or "Inches," my favorite wack-mags. I was sorely disappointed and wondered if I was straight after all. A few weeks later I was back in the bookstore looking to do it again, and hopefully have a better experience. I had tried dating girls over the past few weeks, which made my dad very,very happy. He loaned me his sports car, gave me a wad of cash and beamed as I drove off, conflicted. A few dates, and I could not bring myself to even kiss one of them. Was I just shy, or really a fag? I didn't know. But I knew I was horny and that is what took me to the bookstore that night. In the arcade section, I saw a big black daddy, maybe 6-2 and in good shape. He must have been pushing fifty, and I was instantly attracted to this dangerous-looking giant man. I grew up in a typical upper-middle class family, went to St. X high school, and hid the fact that I was a fag from everyone except the guys who sucked me off at the bookstores. Looking back, i know my parents knew. But what made them think that talking about how "sick" it was to be gay would somehow turn me straight, instead of just make me feel unworthy and unloved and alone? He was standing outside a booth rubbing his cock through his checked polyester pants. I could just stare. He kept rubbing, and I could see his cock grow even bigger. I was mesmerized and walked toward him. I planned to go into the booth, leave the door unlocked, and wait for him to come in. Then I was going to suck my first dick. I had it all panned, but as I went to open the door, he grabbed my hand and looked down at me and said, "You think you can handle this, boy?" I said,"I don't know. I've only been fucked once." His eyes bugged a little and he said, "I live down the street, let's go." I followed him outside and walked about 12 blocks without either of us saying a word. I was getting scared. "I thought you said you lived down the street." He stopped and put his hand on my ass. "We're walking down the street, aint we?" He said, rubbing my ass and turning me on. Here I was a skinny 19 year old white kid from a good home, getting felt up at 10PM on a public street in downtown Louisville. He nodded toward the projects. "Just over there," he said. I followed him to the entrance to his place, and walked up three steps to his front door. He opened the door and we went inside. He closed the door and locked it. Now I was really scared, and my dick shrunk quickly. I looked around. The inside was one room, with a small kitchen, and a door to what was probably a bathroom. I looked at everything, planning a way to escape. It was remarkably clean, and empty except for a tv, a mattress, a lamp, and some boxes in the corner. At this point, i was scared shitless and started to try to talk my way out of it. He came over and grabbed my ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, baby. And you're going to love this. Get them clothes off." He released my ass and I just stood there, panicked. He walked a few steps, stopped, and with his back to me, slowly, sexily, pulled his t-shirt over his head. Oh. My. God. The sexiest, darkest back I had ever seen. My cock started hardening again. He twirled his t-shirt slowly, almost like a stripper and turned around and revealed a nice, but not chiseled chest, with a few tattoos and long, dark nipples. I stared at those long nipples, and as I was standing there in a daze, he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and they dropped to the floor. No underwear, just a huge cock, hanging there half hard. He turned back toward the boxes again, but stopped and turned to look at me, and as he was staring at me, his cock started getting harder and harder until it was huge and standing straight out, "See how hard you got me?" He said. "So are you gonna get naked now?" It wasn't a question. I pulled my Polo t-shirt off and kicked off my topsiders. He smiled, turned and started rummaging through a shoebox. I took off the rest of my clothes and stood there, cock hard as a rock. He turned around and had a syringe, a little foil, a lighter, a spoon, and a little baggie. "You're gonna love this shit," he said. I had only smoked weed, and just that one time. But my dick was thinking for me, and I stood there and held out my arm as he tied a shoelace around my arm. He said, "Sit down or you are gonna fall down." I sat on the mattress and he busied himself with his spoon. He after a few minutes, he put the syringe into the spoon and pulled the plunger. There was a cloudy liquid in the chamber. I held out my arm, and watched him inject me. I felt a little woozy at first, but when he took the shoelace off, the entire room suddenly started spinning and I felt the most beautiful, peaceful feeling was over me. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I swore that I could feel my soul moving around inside my body. I even felt the space between my ribs, felt them expand and contract as I breathed. "Wow," was all I could say. "wow." "You gonna learn to love my speedballs, boy, and come back for them all the time." "Whaaa," I slurred. Why can't I talk, I thought. "Yeah," he said as he moved even closer to me. "You're fucked now." I felt him pushing me backwards on the bed and pulling my legs apart. I had no muscle control. i felt completely asleep - heavy muscles, no feeling at all, anywhere, but also feeling everything at a deeper level than ever before. I saw his cock pointing at my hole, and I just moaned,"Fuuuuuck meeeee" as his face inched closer and closer to mine until it completely filled my entire line of vision.....

Yes. Many years ago I ran into him at a bathhouse. He was with his BF at the time who was a really cool guy who got off watching Dawson have sex with strangers. So Dawson and I flew into the stratosphere and spent a couple hours fucking each other. I remember eating his ass before fucked him and he was already pretty cummy. It waw real.y hot.

I worked my way out from underneath the large, black man, as the girl came over and shook him roughly. He barely stirred in his sleep. "He gonna be out for a while. You must have done it up big," she said matter of factly. I, meanwhile, was turning a new shade of crimson, and was picking mu my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I could. "I need to go," was all I could think to say. She just shrugged and said, "If you say so," she walked out the door, and I followed a few seonds later. I looked around, but she had literally disappeared - there was no one out, only cars driving down Fourth. I hightailed it back to 4th and main - a long trek. Had I really followed him all that distance? I breathed a sigh o f relief when Imsaw my car. I unlocked it, started up, and sped back toward the 'burbs. As I walked in, my dad was just leaving for work. He gave me a wink on his way out, and put his hands up to his chest to mimick a set of large breasts. I smiled weakly and ran up to my room. In the shower, I started feeling funny - a little dizy, a little sick to my stomach. I shook it off when I realized that his two huge loads were involuntarily seeping out of my hole. I felt like a slut, and loved it! I knew right then, without a doubt, that I loved sex with me. I was, as my dad would say with derision so often, a "fag." But at that moment, with cum dripping onto the shower floor, I could care less.. I got a man of with my hole - no, my pussy, as he callled it. I have a pussy, and it makes huge black men cum. I got hard, jacked off, and sat on my bed, thinking about where I could get more guys to fuck me. *** *** *** Fast-forward three days and 11 hours. I am back in the bookstore with my ass pressed up against a hole in the wall. An unknown dick is pumping in an out of my wet hole, sloshing around a load from the last cock. The bookstore is a can't-miss hookup. I have been fucked four times, and each one was as diferent as the last. But none were as good as my black daddy. I had not sen him since that morning I ran out of his place, buttoning my pants on the way out the door. The man on the other side of the wall groaned and shot his load. I milked his cock with my hole, and he eventually slid out and left the booth. I buttoned up,my Brittanica jeans and peeked out the door for a glimpse of my latest fuck a short, dumpy white guy, middle aged, was waddling out of the peeps. He left a nice load in me. Too bad for his wife, i got it instead. And then, just like last time, there he was. Standing outside of a booth, rubbing his crotch and staring right through me. I felt cold inside, then my ass twitched and my dick started to inflate again. He ran a hand all the way down the length of his cock, bulging through that same pair of checked pants. It was onscenely huge. Had i really taken that whole thing. "Hey, bboy," he said. "You back again?" I walked over to him, my pussy went with fresh cum. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you laying on top of my." "You got a fine pussy. Suck the cum right out of a man's dick." Despite the roughness and crudity, I was proud, and more than a little turned on. " I can do it again," I said. He turned and walked into the movie theater. I knew what that meant by nnow,, so I followed close behind. Once we got inside, i dropped to my kneews. In seconds, his cock was down my throat. "Damn, baby," he said. "You got a pussy in your yeah, eat dat dick."mouth, too!" I just grunted as Ii kept working his dick. Within a few minutes, I felt a new set of hands on my head, and heard another voice, thick with ghetto accent, whisper, "Yeah, boy, eat dat dick." I obliged - all the way down,and ran my tongue over his heavy balls. He moaned. "Damn!" Said the new guy. "I want some of that!" "Five bucks," said my man. What?! I was being sold? Instead of shock or shame, I felt hugely flattered. "Fuck dat," said the new guy as he backed off. My man responded, "That's another five." The new guy stopped in his tracks. He moved closer, looking me over as I kept throating that giant cock. "Yeah, but not here." "Let's go," my man said as he pulled his dick from my throat. "Come on, girl," he said. I followed. What else could I do? I knew I wanted those cocks to fuck me. In the back of my mind, I was also hoping that he'd have more of whatever was in that needle.

His face was looming closer and closer as I felt his enormous piece of meat nudging at my hole. It might have been whatever was in that syringe, or it might have been how hot I was for this huge, dangerous man, but all I could see were his two eyes almost floating above me, giant black pools of liquid that seemed to have no bottom. "Yeah, you're fucked now," I heard from a distance. It echoed a few times in my head. I felt myself rolling a bit, kind of like when you're on a raft out in the ocean. Suddenly a little nauseous, I closed my eyes to try to gather myself, but that just increased all of the sensations I was feeling, both good and not-so-good. I had that delicious free floating feeling, while at the same time I also felt like I was about to vomit. I felt my eyes rolling as I tried to get a grip when suddenly I felt my hole expand involuntarily. He felt it too, and he shoved a few inches of his meat inside me. I was surprised that there was no pain - I guess the speedball was taking care of that. Instinctively, I lifted my legs, wrapped them as far around him as they would go, and then dug in. I literally fucked my ass onto the rest of his cock, swallowing it all with my ass in one swift motion. Again, no pain at all, just sensation of skin-on-skin, of his cock sliding deeper into me. I could feel every vein, every crease of my ass, bump and nuance of his cock as I quickly slid down on it all the way to the root. In my high, I could actually visualize what it looked like as the head of his cock split me open and buried deeper in me than anyone, or anything, had ever been. As I hit the base with my ass, those floating eyes looked surprised for a second, then rolled up into his head as he let out a long moan. "Yessssssss, baby, that's it. Take that cock all the way. Show me how bad you want it. You a natural baby. We gonna turn you out good." I tried to ask him what that meant but I was still unable to manage anything other than a garble of sounds. "You feeling it, aren't you?" he said. Again, it was not a question. "Yeah, I got you. You gonna get used to this real quick, and so am I." With that, he started to withdraw his cock - a process that seemed to last for fifteen minutes, though in real-time it might have must been two or three seconds. He then spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and then slowly slide back into me. This time, it seemed smoother, no veins or bumps. He repeated that process five or six times - I lost count in the growing euphoria - and on each downstroke, I would shiver as his cock bumped into and ran along my prostrate. Then he got to work. All at once, he pulled out completely, and then shoved the entire length back into me. This time, I felt it. Not enough heroin on the planet could have dulled that pain. My legs shot out straight, every muscle straining, but I was only able to yelp weakly. My ability to speak was still caught in the swirling vortex of the drugs, and I could see the words I wanted to say swirling around over my head. I tried to grab them, but they stayed out of reach. Then, most blinding pain as he yanked it out and whipped it back in with even greater force. On the third stroke, pulled out, grabbed a handful of Crisco ("When did he get that?" I weakly thought, "And why didn't I see it swirling around up there with all my words?") and rubbed it all over his cock, then shoved it back in again. This time, other than he stabbing sensation of his length, there was no pain - only intense pleasure as he massaged my prostrate on his trip to my center. He held his cock in me and leaned down again, my legs once again instinctively wrapping around him. His mouth leaned down to mine, and I felt his warm lips touch mine. His breath was surprisingly sweet, and the feel of his tongue as it entered my mouth was velvety smooth. I sucked on his tongue like it was a cock, and he fucked my mouth with it. It was then that I noticed that his hips were moving again, now in perfect rhythm with the tongue that was moving in and out of my mouth. That amazing floating feeling of perfection had returned, and I finally started enjoying that rolling sensation. I was able to envision every cell of my body, each and every one being filled on an assembly line with exquisite pleasure - the sensation of being fucked properly for the first time - and then returned to my body with a tingle of joy. My hips started moving to meet his thrusts. I wanted - no, needed - that cock in me as deep as it would go. On each downstroke, I wiggled my ass to try to get a few extra centimeters in me, and then as he withdrew, I concentrated on relaxing every muscle in my ass to make for a smooth, easy withdrawal. Then he would press back in again, and the friction from his invading cock became the center of the universe until he hit bottom. Then my wiggle and his gasp. Faster and faster it went, his tempo increasing, and my hips bouncing up off the bed to rise up and meet him. He was pounding me now, but I was pounding him back - my heels digging into him every bit as much as his cock was digging into me. All I could focus on was the need to feel him inside me, as deep as possible. I felt him biting into my shoulder, then licking my neck, then his tongue all over my ear, then gripping my head and holding it while he shoved his tongue in my mouth - all during the time that we were fucking each other, hard. I needed him deeper, and deeper, and never felt so full and fulfilled as when he hit bottom. On each downstroke, that instinctive wiggle I gave caused him to shudder just a little. He was fucking harder and harder, and I was taking every thrust like a cheap bathhouse whore. Then he buried his face in my neck, sped up even more, started moaning, "Oooh, baby, ooooh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....." Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew what that meant. His hips kept moving faster and faster, sending me into the stratosphere, and then he gave one last thrust inward and held it. At that second, I finally managed to lock my ankles together and wiggled the last inch of his cock into me even further, and that did it. He let out a long groan, and I could feel his cock jetting his cum into me, spurt after heavy spurt. He kept moaning, "Yeah....yeah...." with each spurt, his baritone voice low and tickling every inch of me. It seemed to go on for hours, but I know it could not have been that long. Still, I counted at least fourteen pumps from his balls into my guts before he finally let out a long breath. He laid on top of me for an unnaturally long period of time. He was absently licking my neck or rubbing my sides, and then the most amazing thing happened - I felt his hips move again, felt his cock withdraw, and then felt him slowly spear back into me. He had not gone soft and fallen out of me like I expected. Instead, he was embarking on a second fuck, just minutes after filling me with his seed. I let out a long moan, and involuntarily burst loose with my own orgasm on his third stroke. I shook against him as he held his cock deep inside me, moving it back and forth only by a few inches, "Yeah, baby. Cum on my dick. That's it. Show me how much you love it. Keep cumming! Yeah! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" Every time he said it, I would cry out and another volley of cum would rise out of the depth of my soul, shoot through my balls at lightning speed, and get ejected from the tip of my cock, bathing us both in buckets of my cum. I never came so much or so hard in my life, my head uncontrollably moving back and forth and the most animalistic noises coming from my throat. Was I really making those sounds? We fucked our way to another climax for each of us, this one for me being far less intense but still incredible. As the last bit of my cum splattered onto his chest, he move down again, those huge black eyes once again filling my vision, and he rubbed our bodies together, using my cum as a lubricant. He gave me a tender kiss or two, and then just laid on top of me. My legs finally unhooked from around him, fell to our sides, and we both drifted off to sleep. I have no idea how long we slept, but we were both awakened by a bright bolt of light coming from the outside door as it burst open. I heard a young, female voice saying "Daddy, Momma sent me over to get my....." I craned my head to see a coltish girl, maybe my age or younger, standing in the front doorway. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she stopped mid-sentence. The man on top of me was still snoring heavily as I tried to get out from underneath him, panicked and no longer able to breathe because of his heavy weight on top of me. But I couldn't get him off me and he was not waking up nearly quickly enough!

Sexual gathering for hairy and perverted guys into tongue-snogs tonguing every hole, sniffing and licking hairy pits, nipple play (licking, sucking, pinching, pulling, nibbling, biting, twisting and chewing), licking bellies and belly buttons, belly to belly hugs, blowjobs, sniffing, licking and sucking on hairy bollocks, fingering, sniffing and rimming arsehole, farting, fucking, pissing, piss-fucking, groupsex.

Looking to potentially hook up with some Wisconsin cock.

As I have said many times, my hole isn’t a P or C. I am not a woman. And, besides, those words are degrading in any case whether male or female. Also, I will “not” allow anyone to call me the F. Word either. If you think I’m a prude, go right ahead.

I think the derogatory possibility is more in the way the (potentially) degrading statement is made. For instance: Imagine you're in a fuckjoint where everyone's fucking everyone - or at a buddy's orgy, or anywhere guys are fucking. Saying "you're such a whore" can be delivered with a sneer, a snarl, furrowed brow, and it would be difficult to mis-interpret. Or, a guy can almost purr - like a cat - into a guy's ear, "you're such a whore" in a loving, caring, reinforcing way - and it will be taken as a very high compliment indeed. The first is utterly degrading, and definitely not conducive to a hot fuck. The second can be whispered, quietly, lovingly, into the ear of a hot-Holed boy cumdrunk on Cock, Sperm, taking load after load, and it would be completely affirming of his Lusts for wanton sex.

Around here, the protests are already beginning - mostly anger against muskrat's meddling. I've registered for one on the weekend - my sign will read: "no one voted..." (on the front), and "for a muskrat" (on the back). Don't like it? Downvote it. I don't give a muskrat's ass.

Part 4: Open and Ready Guy number 2 was military, white, nice muscular body, decent looking cock. Not huge but nice. Again, no face pic. He had been messaging me since 8:30 to see if he could come early. Her lived just a few blocks from the motel and i was an easy hole for him. He said he had been really horny all day, thinking about my ass. I let him know I was ready for him to use and that I already had one load. 5 minutes later, I heard the door creak open and a quiet, “fuuuuck.” He undressed really fast and was on me in a flash, playing with the plug, turning it counterclockwise, like he was trying to unscrew it or wind me up. Finally, he gave it an unceremonious yank. It hurt as I felt and heard that pop. I guess I wasn’t sloppy, yet and I kinda enjoyed the startling pain. He didn’t give me any time to think about that as he shoved his dick all the way in. He was really horny and wasn’t worried about being rough. I am pretty sure he was one of those straight guys who doesn’t just get off on fucking a guy, but needs to dominate. He jackhammered my ass with no words and no mercy. He fucked hard and fast, and only lasted about 5 minutes before I felt him throbbing and unloading inside me. I could tell I was just I thing for him and it got me really turned on! I reached back and gave him the marker. He said the only words he uttered the whole time, “What? Oh!” and drew his hash mark next to the first. I caught a quick look at him from the back and he was really hot from that angle. Still no face. He was dresses and out the door as fast he came in. I put the plug back in myself, realizing that I was going to be in charge of that after most guys. I enjoyed the knowledge that 2 guys’ sprem were meeting deep in my ass. I was really hoping that I would get a steady stream of fucks just like that. Fast, furious, and leaving me loaded. "Quantity" was my theme for the night.

"Hey buddy, can you help with a load today?" My phone's Snapchat pinged. It was 6:30 in the morning. That message was code for a fuck bud list I'd created. I'd posted the codephrase to stay discreet in small town America for horny guys. So some new buddy was horny. "Hey man, I sure can. I'm 41yo 5'8 150# 7c white married dl ddf. When?" I shot back my stats, my dick pic and ass pic, as confirmation that my buddy had the right Snapchat. "Today. 32, 6'3", 230, discreet white, bi, STI/HIV neg. 7.5c" Along with that message came a pic of hairy dick with a big vein down the shaft. Mouth watering nice! "Nice. I can't help now. Does 4pm work?" I quickly replied. "Where?" the fuck bud shot back. "The XXX XXX hotel on XXX. I'll grab a room for checkin." I replied while checking hotel prices for the day. "Send me the room #." Several minutes passed as I quickly booked a room. "Booked. Room ##. I'll message you by 4 when I'm there." "K. Be naked and blindfolded on your knees." 🤤😲 "Yes sir. I'll message when waiting for you." --- 1 week later. "Hey buddy" The message came from last week's tall, verbal throat fucker. The time was 3pm. I was just getting off work "Hey man, working another load?" I asked. "Yup. Got a big load to dump." the buddy replied. "Np. I'll look for a room. BRB." I quickly replied and started looking at hotels. As I booked the hotel and was typing a reply, the buddy message again. "Your ass clean?" Oh I knew where that was going. I quickly fingered my hole, and remembered the emergency enima that I carried in my car. "Yea my ass is clean. Room # at the ###. Suck your cock hard 1st?" "OK. I gotta make this quick. Pump n dump?" "... "Yes sir. I'll be ass up on bed. Dump your big load n go. No chit chat" "Fuck yea. Parked. Crack the door." 4:10pm was that message. "Damn you're tight." "Shit I'm close already." "Dump that big load man." When the door slammed shut from buddy zipping up and leaving, the time on my phone was 4:15pm. "Great fuck man. Hit me up next time you got a big load." --- Several weeks went by and I thought the anon tall buddy had moved on. "Hey buddy" Message came in at noon again. "Hey what's up?" "Need to use that hole again." Damn, he called it a hole. Which hole though? "Np. I got 2 holes you can use." "Horny af. Just need to bust." "I can squeeze you in today. 4pm?" "Perfect." "OK booking hotel. BRB. ... Room ## at ###." ... "Parked. You ready?" "Yup. Door cracked." I got on my knees and strapped on the blindfold. I heard the door open as buddy walked in, heard him drop pants, and I reached up for his hairy cock. His cock was already swelling up. "Shit I'm getting close." I paused from sucking his cock and blurted out, "Fuck. OK." I then got off my knees, reached for the edge of the bed, crawled up on the end, and bent my bare ass over. Buddy said nothing. I felt the tip of his cock against my pucker. Then I felt buddy shove his cockhead through my scinter with a pop, he moaned, and then slide his whole shaft up my hole. He sighed. I thought I felt a shutter through buddy's body, and a quiet "fuck" from behind me. Buddy started furiously rabbit fucking his raw dick into my hole. "Dump that big load man." ... Heavily breathing. His cock still pulsing in my hole. "Oh fuck" ... --- "Hey buddy, can you help with a load today?" "Hey man, I sure can. I'm 41yo 5'8 150# 7c white married dl ddf. When?" I also attached my cock and ass pics, as before. "I'm 25 5'8 180# mex 7c ... I got your Snap from a friend." He also sent a fit chest pic down to his pubes, but no cock pic. "Nice. Np. I must have helped your friend bust a few loads." "Yup. He told me he fucks your ass." "Yea. Ass or mouth. Whatever helps you bust." "My friend said your hole is clean and tight." "It is." "Fuck yea. I need to fuck some ass." "This afternoon work?" "Yea. Where at?" "Room ## at hotel XXX on XX. Let me know when you're heading over" "OK. 3pm?" "I work till 3. Earliest is 3:30pm" "OK. Pump n dump cool? " "Np. I can wait ass up for you." "Fuck yea. My friend says he doesn't last long in your tight ass." "He dumps quick." "Balls deep?" "Yup." "Fuck! I'm rock hard now." "Don't bust your nutt now, hehe" "I won't. ... You get fucked a lot?" "No. I'm bi and married with no sex at home. Just like to help a buddy out. You?" "Between gfs here. Getting some ass on the side." "Fuck yea man! Nice. When you last cum?" "Wanked 3 days ago. When my friend last fuck your ass?" "A month ago. He cums as needed." "So I'll message you when I'm checked in." Meanwhile, I broke my rule and message the tall bi friend of the mex. "Hey buddy" "Hey" he said "I'm at work" "Sorry. Your friend message me to drop off a load today." "When?" "He needs 3:30pm. You up for swinging by?" "Yea. Message me at 4" Back to mex "Be there in 10mins" "Parked. I'm rock hard" "Nice man! OK door cracked." "Be ass up on the bed. I'll slide in to your hole." "Fuck man" and he grabbed my ass cheek. I reached under and grabbed the mex fit jock's dick. It was rock hard like he said. "Damn youre rock hard." "Yea. I won't last long." "No prob man. Pump n dump it" He slide all the way in and starting jack hammering. It was too fast. "Here it cums! Up your hole!?" Before I could answer the rhetorical question, the dude was dumping. He let out a loud oooohhhh a huge moan. Along with a hard thrust to dig his dick in deep. "Fuck!" "Fuck yea man!" I encouraged Several thrusts and moans while his raw dick squirted more cum up my hole. "Damn" he panted. "That was a big load" "Yea" he panted. He slide his cummy cock out of my hole. Slapped my ass. "Thanks man." Zipped up and left. "Hey buddy" "Hey, your friend just left." "He fuck your ass?" "Yea. Said he needed to fuck some ass." "Nice. Dumped his load up your hole?" "Yea. Balls deep when he came." "Hot. I'll swing by and use your hole again." "Fuck yea. Room ## at the ##." "Be there in 15mins. Be ass up waiting for my cock." I heard him walk in on the phone. Heard his deep voice for the 1st time. "Yea I'm grabbing it on my way home. The small ones, yes. OK. Bye." He hung up the phone. "I can't stay long." "No prob man. Just butt that nutt." Then I felt a finger slide into my cumhole. "Damn that's wet." I reached out for his hairy cock, he moved nearer to let me wank it, and I felt it swelling up. Unlike the last times, he tall bi buddy had not arrived rock hard and wanting. Buddy get finger my cumhole until my wanking got his cock harder. Then he walked away to the edge of the bed near my ass. I thought I was going to feel his cock but instead felt his tongue probe into my cumhole! That tongue quickly exited my cumhole so it must have been too cummy for bi buddy, hehe. I reached back and felt buddy jacking his dick hard at the sight of my ass. "Spread your cheeks" he orderd "Yes sir" I grabbed both cheeks and spread them apart, getting close to my red pucker. I heard his hairy balls slapping against his hands, and his cock was close to my ass but I could not reach him. "Open up your hole" he ordered I pushed my hole so it would gap. Some of the mex friends cum dribbled down my leg. I peeked through the bottom of my blindfold to look behind me and saw the tall bi buddy's hairy muscle legs leaning into my ass. Then I felt his whole hairy cock slide into my hole. He stayed balls deep, moand, and uttered, "Fuck that pussy feels wet." "Yea?" I rhetorically asked. He did not pump. I knew he must be on edge. So I decided to use my as to milk his cock. I started reverse thrusting back on his hairy cock. "Shit I'm close..." he blurted. I kept verse thrusting faster until I heard my ass cheeks bounding against his waste. "Oh fuck" he grabbed my waste and pulled in balls deep. He let out a deep groan, and I felt his cock pulsate. His raw cock squirted 3 times as he sighed heavily. Buddy's phone pinged 2x. Guess that wife/gf was messaging about that errand. If only she knew that his raw cock had fucked and filled a buddy's ass. He whipped out his cock, whipped it with the towel. "Gotta run. Thanks" --- "Hey buddy, can you help with a load?" came a new Snapchat. It was 6am. "Hey man, I sure can. I'm 41yo 5'8 150# 7c white married dl ddf. When?" "Nice. 38yo 5'10 200# 6c white muscle divorcee drug disease free." He sent a faceless pic of his ripped chest. I sent a pic of my butt. "Great ass. I heard you take loads." "Yea I'll milk out a load for a buddy." "OK. I need discretion. Anon?" "I'm discrete here. I can be blindfolded or face down." "When?" "I'm free after work on weekdays and some weekend mornings." "Tomorrow morning?" "Sure. I'll look for a hotel. BRB" "Send room #. 7am?" "Room ## at XXX hotel. 8am is earliest." "OK... my gym buddy said he bred your ass." "Who?" gave description of the mex friend "Yea, he swing by after work and fuck my ass." "Nice. Who else fucks you?" "His friend swings by after work to dump a load." "His stats? He fill your hole?" I gave the stats of buddy, and "yea, I'll suck him hard 1st. He dumps his load up my ass, then runs home to wife." "Nice. I need a regular cumdump." "Totally. Both my holes can milk your cock" "Message me in the morning when you're ready. Wear a jockstrap, sneakers, and ball cap" "OK" --- the next morning "Hey, I'm at hotel and ready." "Hey, good. On my way. I'll need to be quick" "OK let me know when parked. I'll crack the door so you can walk in." "OK. I need to be in & out. Quick pump n dump?" "Fuck yea NP." "Great. Be there in 20." 20mins later. "Parked. I need to head out soon. No chit chat. Have your ass up" "Fuck yea. I'll be ass up waiting for your cock" 8:05 am was that message I heard the door creak open. Then pants drop to the floor. I took a peak behind my ass to see 2 smooth ripped thighs walking towards my ass. Inbetween them was a 6in pecker that was hardening up between the divorcees vigorous wanking. Divorcee muscle spread my cheeks, shoved a finger up my hole, and I moaned. I reached for lube and tried lubing my hole while his finger fell out. He grabed the lube from my hand and I heard him squirt it on his dick. He tried to shove his hard dick in my hole, but it went high and missed. He adjusted my ass lower and shoved his raw dick in all the way. Like a good athelete, the divorced muscle fucked like a machine. He rammed his pecker in and out of my hole fast and to ryhthem. His dick size meant this immediate, hard pounding didn't hurt my hole. My cheeks made a lot of butt slapping noise. Finally the fucker made a moan, pulled my waste in against his waste, and thrust in balls deep, and stopped. I felt his cock pulse. He stayed motionless but I heard him breathing heavily. I left out a small whimper knowing his load was filling my ass. As I was enjoying the feeling of my ass being filled with warm cum from the divorced muscle man, his cummy cock slipped out of my hole. I heard him whipe off his cock with a cloth. "Thanks" I heard a deep quiet voice say. I heard his pants got back over the muscle legs, shirt on, keys rattle, and door slam. 8:09 I checked my smartphone. Quick pump n dump defined! "Great ass to fuck n fill". I heard Snapchat say. "Thanks man. I'm sure that took a big load off." --- And so the local fuck buddy group started. Each fucker knew about the other but never tag teamed. They each wanted to be discrete. I never figured out why divorce muscle never tag teamed with 20-something mex jock. Anyways, for months I was these local guys cumdump. Some trends developed. They always had some excuse for not fucking long. Thing like "I got to run" or "horney but not much time" or "quick". They rarely got as much cock sucking as I wanted, and I only once got to swallow the bi married buddy. Each one's excuse for little time was added with "quick fuck". And for these quick fucks, they always wanted my ass up and face down. They would always worry about the time. "Is that OK?" or "Wish I could stay". I reassured them that a quick fuck was fine. To reassure the buddies, I asked how big their loads were. Well I'd asked how long it's been since they last shot off a load. Bi married buddy went for upto a week without cumming. Mex jock would wank almost every other day. Divorcee muscle fucked pussy, may loaded up via the pill. When they messaged, I would ask how long it's been. If it'd only been 1 or 2 days, I'd beg that they save up 1 more day. I'd tell them that waiting feels better, which is true; but secrely I also liked that really big 1 week loads. But I knew that each of these guys just wanted a cumdump. Instead of quickly jacking off before work, or at the gym, or in a stall; they would remember that theres that cumdump ass that would feel warmer. One exchange with Mex jock went: "When you last bust your nutt?" "2 days ago" "It'll feel better after another day." "Unless I get blue balls." "Blue balls only happen if your edging" "I'm not edging" "Give it 1 day. Bigger loads feel better" "OK" "I'll message you tomorrow." Sure enough, his eruption felt bigger in his moans and the warm feeling in my hole! Bi married buddy was a Minute Man. Sometimes a couple pumps in and I would get a balls deep thrust, and a flood of his cum filling my hole. I (accidentally) got a quick view of him parking one time. Handsome tall American Joe type with beard and ball cap driving a big Ford truck. I'd get closeup of his hairy beefy legs when he did start with a blowjob. He was always verbal and commanded me around the room. I always appreciated his huge loads even if they were quick. One time, he came back from a 1 week vacay and desparate. "I need to drop this load off. Horny af" "Yea you do man. I don't know a hotel that will check me in right now." It was 7am. "I know a place. Storage place closet." "What about cameras?" "No cameras in the closet. People go in the closet only weekdays." So I bent over a shelf in the storage closet. 5 mins later. Bi married walked up, I dropped my patns, he dropped his pants, shoved his dick in, pumped a couple times, let out a deep loud moan. I felt a HUGE 7 day load fill my hole with warm. He pulled out, zipped up, and walked out the closet. I followed about 5mins later. "Thanks man." he chatted. It was rare for him to thank me. "Definently. That was a huge load to dump." "Yup. Later." Mex jock threw mean, quick fucks. Always a minutes or 3. I never got to see his face clearly but felt his tight thighs and arms. Probably a soccer player from the shoes and pants that he wore. He always asked when his friend had dropped by. Anytime bi married dropped off a load, I would message his Snapchat. Half the time he would somehow find time to cum over and add his load to my ass. And his friend would sometimes ask too. Divorcee muscle was always a workout. He lasted the longest of the buddies. I got to suck his cock the most, and the size of his pecker felt the best in my mouth or up my ass. He always asked when the mex jock had last fucked my ass. So he must have got turned on from thinking of me as a local cumdump. For months, the divorcee went MIA. Then I got his message on a summer weekday morning. "Hey buddy" "Hey what's up?" "You still taking loads?" "Yea. I'd milk yours again." "Nice. When were you fucked?" "Last week. Your gym buddy swung by last week for pump n dump" "He fill your hole?" "Fuck yea man. Fucked and filled it." "I need to dump this load deep in your ass. You up for it?" "Fuck yea. I got to check 'the plumbing' and hotel. BRB" "You can meet me at my rental. It's empty this weekend." "OK. Where's it at?" "Address is XXX" "OK I can be there in 30mins" "Great. Park in front of garage. Bend over workbench in garage.

Absolutely amazing!!

It was a Friday night, and 18-year-old college freshman Alex had just finished his last class of the week. Excited to let loose after being cooped up in lectures all day, he decided to sneak into his favourite bar with some friends. The loud music, bright lights, and strong drinks were exactly what he needed to unwind before a long weekend ahead. As the night wore on, Alex found himself alone at the bar nursing his third beer when an older man approached him. He couldn't place the exact age but guessed mid-forties he had that certain charisma that only came with age and experience. "Hey there handsome," the man said with a smile, "What's your name?" Alex hesitated before answering; something about this stranger made him uneasy. But he couldn't shake off the allure of attention from someone seemingly older and wiser. So he told him his name and found out that his name was Mark. They hit it off instantly, talking, drinking and dancing. Before long, Alex decided to call it a night, he wanted to head back to his dorm place. On their way out of the bar, however, Mark offered him a ride and the offer to crash at his place. Since it was late Alex gratefully accepted his offer, they got into Mark's car and drove off. Alex quickly found himself inside a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking downtown Boston, things took an unexpected turn for Alex when he found himself face-to-face with a fully stocked bar and two lines of cocaine laid out on a glass table. Confused but curious at the same time, Alex watched as Mark casually snorted up one line before turning to him with devilish eyes gleaming in anticipation. "I think you should try this," said Mark, his voice now laced with authority and command as he held out the second line towards Alex who hesitated for a moment before taking it from him nervously. The coldness of the powder against his nostrils snapped him back to reality—this wasn't just about having fun anymore; this man wanted something more from him. As if reading his thoughts, Mark produced handcuffs from somewhere behind his back and snapped one onto each wrist before locking them securely together against a heavy-duty eye-hook in the headboard of his king-size bed. Panic set in for Alex as he realised what was about to happen, or rather, what Mark had planned for him all along. Mark climbed onto the bed and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a well-toned torso with a scorpion tattoo just above his briefs. Mark lowered his briefs releasing his angry 9" engorged cock. His gaze locked onto Alex's terrified eyes before he pounced on him like a predator stalking its prey. In one swift motion, Mark pulled down Alex's jeans and underwear exposing his ass cheeks to the cool air of the room. Mark grabbed onto Alex's hips roughly and flipped him over, pushing him face-first onto the bed, hard enough that the impact sent pain shooting through his body. Alex felt his ass cheeks spread wide open for Mark. He felt the hot breath of his attacker against his neck before Mark thrust his oozing raw cock into Alex, his enormous cock splitting open the tight ass of his victim. With each powerful stroke, Alex felt the head of Mark's cock slicking up his busted hole in thick pre-cum that oozed out like venom, seeping into every crevice within Alex's body as it relentlessly invaded him. Mark's voice grew more menacing with each thrust, his words dripping with toxic intent. "You think you can resist me? You're mine now, boy. I'm going to fill you up so full of my cum that there won't be any room left for anyone else in your pathetic little life." He laughed darkly as he saw the realisation dawn on Alex's face—this was no game anymore; he had been violated beyond repair. Tears streaming down Alex's cheeks, crying out in despair knowing that there was nothing he could do now but endure this painful torment inflicted upon him by an experienced predator who seemed to take sadistic pleasure in watching him squirm underneath him. Mark leaned over him, chuckling darkly at Alex's moans and whimpers, whispering dirty words of encouragement into his ear while pounding away relentlessly at his now ruined fuck hole, driving home the message that he was helpless under Mark's control now. The fucking continued for what seemed like an eternity until a humiliated Alex felt a warm stream of liquid seeping out of him and onto the sheets below, signalling his ultimate submission to this twisted game of power play between an experienced daddy figure and a vulnerable young man who had willingly walked into his den of sin. The feelings of humiliation and degradation were overwhelming as Mark's monstrous cock pounded away mercilessly at his prostrate form, leaving no doubt in Alex's mind that he had been utterly defeated. Alex sensed a change in Mark's breathing, feeling the familiar pulsing sensation against his prostate gland, Alex knew that it was too late now. Mark's toxic load was about to explode within him, filling up his hole with his potent cum until there was no room left for anything. "Please don't cum in me!" Alex begged. With a primal roar that echoed through the empty penthouse suite, Mark let loose his venomous load inside Alex's ass like an eruption of molten lava from a volcano's core. The hot sticky fluid flowed freely out of him in massive waves, each stroke sending another torrent surging into Alex's already overwhelmed system until finally...with one last powerful thrust...Mark released his hold on Alex and collapsed onto the bed beside him—panting heavily as he stared down at his ruined victim with an unholy gleam in his eyes. As Mark finally pulled out of him with a loud groan followed by a long slow stroke that sent shivers down Alex's spine, he looked into those cold dead eyes once more before collapsing into an exhausted heap beside him. "Enjoy my Poz babies slut., that was a toxic potent load you just took. No one's going to watch your worthless hole now. Imagine being used up and un-fuckable at 18?" Mark laughed in his face. Alex cried silently into the pillow as he felt the cold steel of a butt plug against his tight hole as Mark forced it home to keep his Poz babies in Alex. A sensation so foreign and unwelcome that Alex couldn't help but scream out in pain as it slowly began its descent into his body.

Of course. Why should he get all the pleasure of sucking me off.

Nice pussy faggot

Red Roof PLUS+ in Secaucus is perfect. It's in an industrial area off of Route 3. Last year, I visited a friend who stayed a night at that motel while visiting New York. The motel has all outside corridors on three floors. There were truckers parked overnight and I noticed many single men stirring about at dusk.

Where are the big dominant tops too breed and seed this hungry hole

So fucking hot. I love it when my master decides who uses me and how they use me. It seems harder these days to find a large group of like minded tops. I hope he invites even more men around for you. I know you can handle it

I'm adding more ink this week!

Spent a long weekend in VA at family’s home. Got a motel close by for Thursday night and set up a Sniffies cumdump ad. I took 11 loads from 10 guys up my ass that night into early morning. Got 4 more over the next couple of days! I’ll post all about it later but here is a pics of me in action under a BBC.

People actually voted for this kind of behavior and actions, and now it is here. It's not as if we didn't have a clue that he would try to take everything apart ......we did. Yet, for whatever reason, we had a decent, viable, intelligent option and decided not to vote in the direction. The citizens of this country have no one to blame but themselves, especially those who sat at home and did nothing or voted based on race. It's just crazy.

Update on this stud: Yesterday I reconnected with him. He moved out of town just before COVID was ramping up, and came back about a few months ago. I have been trying to meet up with him but it hasn't worked out until this week. He's not the brightest guy, and he needed help with applying for a program (nice pretense to meat). I agreed, and he came across town to my place. Remember how I said he wasn't the brightest, well, he got off the bus a block from my place and couldn't figure out where to go (he's only been to my place each time we've played.) When he called me it took me five minutes to figure out where he was. I even got dressed and left my building to go pick him up at the bus stop, but he came around the corner as I got outside. Anyway, we worked on his application for a little bit, I printed it out for him and he seemed happy allowing us to move to the good times. We started making out, and if there's one thing he knows how to do it is how to make a guy feel good. It doesn't take long for his hand to find its way to my ass in my shorts, and play with my hole. We strip down and he gets stuck in his hoodie (can't make that one up) meaning I could have really taken advantage of him. When we make it to the bed I get to servicing his uncut monster dick. Missed it for all these years. As I mentioned above he's at least 8" uncut, and more importantly beer-can thick. While I'm servicing him, he plays with my hole a lot more than he used to (learned to open guys up better?) I'm really enjoying servicing him as he works on my ass, and I start to wonder if he's going to insist on condoms or not this time. We had been keeping in contact via FB messenger so not on any sex apps to see what his current preferences are. Since he's fucked me raw before, hoping he's going to keep that up. I eventually make my way to sitting on top of him, both of us nude, his cock throbbing underneath my ass as we kiss and caress each other. As we get closer to fuck, he stops and asks if I'm "clean" still (yes I showered). We talk a little about this, he's not taking PrEP recently (I keep up with my meds). I ask him if he wants to use a condom. His response says it all he "didn't bring any," implies he had them at home, and doesn't ask if I have any. Needless to say, I end up sitting on him raw. The last time we met, when I sat on him raw he came very quickly. This time was definitely a little different. I rode him like a human dildo, I just wanted my pleasure from his huge dick in my hole. He did a great job opening me up before I sat on him, and there was no pain in taking his dick, just that wonderful full sensation when you have a big dick inside you. I end up cumming while riding him, and thought he was close then. Boy was I wrong. This was when he started changing positions on me. First he throws me on my back, ass over the corner of the bed so he can piston into me while standing on the floor. Next, I'm doggie ass over the same corner and he pounds away, looking at us in the mirror nearby. We were in missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and a few positions I have to look the name up for. The guy has built up stamina for raw fucking over the years. When he came, it felt so good to take his huge load. As I'm writing this he texts me saying he needs to come over again for a correction to his application. Looking forward to seeing him in a couple days.

This will probably be the last time I am able to give numbers. I could never keep track. This year I have taken 13 loads vaginally. lol. I know I have taken at least three orally but it may be more. Oral is like a handshake. lol.

Part 8: Robert As all eyes were looking at me with hunger and lust Daddy stripped me completely naked. Daddy then instructed me to get on all fours. The doors were locked behind us so I knew this was not going to be a normal workout. Daddy attached a leash and collar around my neck and led me over to a bench. There was a gentleman sitting on the bench and as I approached him he quickly undressed. I would learn his name is Robert and he was skinny. I thought it kinda odd that he didn't have any muscle tone considering he was a member here. What I would soon come to know is that this gym I had joined was mainly for POZ men to go and not feel ashamed. Robert was not a bad looking man. He had a nice 7 inch cut cock that was covered in sores. I knew a little bit about HIV and AIDS so my guess was that Robert had AIDS. And by the look of his balls he hadn't cum in quite a while. Now most normal people would have been scared shitless by his appearance. Me on the other hand I couldn't wait to drain his balls. As everyone looked on to see what my reaction would be I surprised everyone, including Daddy, as I asked Robert for permission to suck his cock. Robert looked down at me and with a wicked grin he told me to start sucking you filthy faggot. Oh fuck there was that word that made my own cock twitch. As my lips wrapped around the head of his beautiful cock everyone else started recording the spectacle in front of them on their phone. Knowing I was being filmed I knew I had to put on a great show. I started just sucking the head and licking the sore that was on the tip. I stuck my tongue down his piss slit. As I was pre occupied with the cock in my mouth Daddy removed the plug and started fingering my hole and I could feel him scratching my insides. It hurt a little bit but not enough to take my mind off the task at hand. I started working my way down Robert's cock and soon I was deep throating his cock. As I was sucking his cock every time I got to the base I would lick his balls. I worked on Robert's cock for about ten minutes before he stopped me. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and Daddy stopped fingering my hole. Robert got behind me and with very little effort buried his cock in my ass. Fuck I needed him to fuck me like a cheap whore. And damn he did just that. He fucked me with long strokes. He was damn near exiting my hole before plunging back in. I couldn't help but moan. This must have been a hell of a workout for Robert because I could feel his sweat on my back. I was so happy to provide my holes for him because he needed to release his beautiful load before it was too late. After several minutes Robert said he was about to cum. Everyone got as close to my hole as possible in order to capture the moment a dirty faggot accepts his fate. Robert said he was cumming and as he started my own cock erupted as well. Robert sent huge ropes of cum into my waiting hole. I didn't want his cum to stop either. Once Robert finished there was a round of applause as everyone congratulated Daddy for finding me. I felt good being the center of attention. Daddy thanked everyone for their approval and then bent down to kiss me. Once he broke the kiss he said he was so proud of me. All I could say was thank you Daddy. As Robert withdrew his cock I could feel some of it running down my thighs. If everyone else fucked like Robert then this would be a workout I hoped Daddy put into my routine.

Sold Health (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Think about it while you suck my dick faggot – Don’t forget, I paid for your service – you little cocksucker...” The boy took my cock back in his mouth like he was in a trance. His tongue focused on my glans and lapped my toxic precum up already. He moved his head up and down my shaft. I told him to look into my eyes, while sucking me. Once, he might have been a sensitive and intelligent guy, but now his eyes seemed dull and his spirit was broken. I was pretty sure, that he wouldn’t make a turn with the money. The drug had already fried his brain. His body and mind ached for another shot. “The choice is yours… pay your debts and live like a decent human being. You could try to save yourself and your girlfriend… or buy some of the ‘good stuff’ and make a nice trip. You could get so high – in a way you never have experienced it… you filthy Bitch.” I whispered seductively. “Think faster you stupid fuck. Once my cock spits at your face, the deal is over! He interrupted his sucking. “And you can check my status right now?” I nodded as I pulled his head back onto my penis. “A little bit of your blood will do – and I guess you are not afraid of syringes, huh?” I grinned. “And your friend will give me the money right away…” he interrupted his blowjob again. “We will pile up the money in front of your eyes. You can even count it while we fuck your brains out.” I replied to him. The lad was obviously overwhelmed by this decision. His eyes moved rapidly. And still, while his peanut brain was craving for some good stuff he dutifully lapped his tongue against my glans and sucked more and more of my poisonous scum. “Okay fuck face, you can’t make a decision, then I will shoot my load into your mouth now. You may spit it out afterwards faggot, since you don’t like to take the risk…” I frowned. I grabbed him by his ears and started pummeling into his gullet. “Hrrrmpf….. naaaaaaaw….. *chokes*” his hands moved against my stomach and tried to push me away. He pulled his head away from my cock and begged me to stop. “DEAL….” he screamed and looked at me frantically. “DEEEAAAAALLLLL…” he screamed again and seemed terrified that I would shoot my sperm any second now. I jerked my cock slowly, looking down at this piece of shit and smiled cruelly. “Please don’t shoot your load…. Deal…. please…. Deal…. *sobs*” I stopped jacking off and just sneered at the broken lad. Totally out of breath he stared at my throbbing cock. He looked up to me and asked with a timid voice “Deal?” Get the fuck up and let’s take a blood sample then and you better pray to God, that it is negative then. After a few attempts I found a vein to draw some blood from the boy. I’ve put the sample into the ‘rapid antibody’ test kit. Now we had to wait a couple of minutes for the results. “What happens if I am positive?” he asked uncertainly. “I will leave you, where I found you… what do you think would happen? You are going to die – that’s what’s going to happen to you - shithead” I replied. In the meantime I told the whore, I still had to piss urgently. Initially he went down to his knees and opened his mouth, but I told him to get up again and take my cock up his ass instead. The twink seemed to be scared about that and begged me not to fuck him yet. He really thought I would hump him and he wouldn’t get any more cash. “I am not fucking your asshole you fool. I just want to take a leak faggot.” My cock was still extremely hard and it took me a while to persuade the bitch to get up again and to turn around. In the end I simply grabbed the boy by his nape and held him in place, while I pressed my erected cock against his fuckhole. “You promise not to cum now… okay?” he asked again. He looked extremely worried. “I promise it. Just pissing… nothing else!” and I flashed a genuine smile. Of course I had to make some fucking motions. The boy was so tensed and it took me a while to settle my whole cock into his snatch. I could have rammed myself home, but I wanted to safe the hardcore action for later. I closed my eyes and tried to release my bladder. I felt the little filly was nervous. He almost pranced a little bit. “Stay still….” I moaned and released my waste into him. As soon as he felt his intestines fill up with the hot yellow liquid he mumbled over and over again ‘thank you… thank you’. I guess he wasn’t really thankful for the steaming piss, but he was relieved that I kept my promise. After I finished with my ‘business’ I told him I would withdraw my cock slowly and that he should try to keep my urine in for a while. Of course it didn’t work out completely. A few trickles went down his legs onto the floor. It was not my flat, so I didn’t care. I maneuvered him around a bit and told him he should let go of my piss out with full force. I hit him on his belly several times to encourage him to release my pee. His eyes were closed and sweat was on his forehead. He pressed hard and a yellow stream of piss shot against his cupboard and walls. He knocked some of his pictures over and I had to laugh out loudly. That was the moment when he turned his head around and saw what I had ordered him to do. “Well done boy. Two out of three… not bad!” I praised him and clapped him on his back. I went back to the table and gazed at my watch. We still had to wait a few minutes. “Come here – worthless slut and lick my ass for a couple of minutes” I commanded. Without a word of protest the lad crouched behind my body and pulled my jeans downwards. “I really hope my test results come out negative” he mumbled. “Yeah – me too. Now start tonguing my hole. Lick that shithole clean” I grunted. He started lapping his tongue over my hole. “Good boy…..” I moaned. “Don’t forget to push your tongue into my hole also. Tongue fuck me… you hear me? Clean my dirty hole the proper way.” When the time had come to check the test results I announced, I would open the kit now. He stopped his tongue action and mumbled some nonsense. It almost sounded like a prayer. Yeah – I heard him pray to God, that his results would turn out negative. I slapped him on his head and told him to keep on sucking my ass. When I saw his result was negative I farted into his open mouth and made the boy moan repulsively. “You are negative slut.” I farted again into his face. “Good job!” I turned around slowly. “We got a Deal!” I announced proudly and ruffled the boys hair playfully, like he was the big winner here. “Man – I am so happy I am negative. That is so cool. Now I can get some cash from you. Thank you… man. Thank you for choosing me” he repeated himself constantly. I used my cell phone to contact my partner in crime. “Hey there… it’s me… I found a whore to gamble with us.” “19 years old and wasted. Drugs… he is negative and sort of good looking” “Nah – just an ordinary whore. Yeah – wait….” “Talk to him nicely and give him your address. We want to continue with the show.” I grinned and handed the boy my mobile phone. “Yes. Hello sir. Yes… I am the slut who wants to take poz cum. Thank you. I can’t wait to feel your poz cock tearing up my asshole either *he looked a bit scared now* Yes…. please don’t forget the money, okay?” Then he gave my pal his residential address and then my mate hung up. I took back my phone and smiled down at the crouching boy. He started stroking my cock slowly and smiled back happily. “We will fuck you hard. You know that… Hm?” I asked him. “Yeah” he stopped smiling and looked a bit concerned now. “Will it hurt a lot?” he asked. “We won’t use spit or lube” I told him. “We spend a lot of money on you… it is only fair, that you should tear inside” All of a sudden the twink looked like a small kid again. A bit lost – and still he was a grown up boy who knew, more or less, what he was doing. “I will fuck you at first, because I found you… that might hurt a bit, because I fuck you dry. But believe me, it will hurt my cock too. But you won’t hear me complaining about it – so I expect you to be a champ also and just take what’s coming into you…” “Then my mate will fuck you immediately after I shot my load. So with my sperm as lube you will probably enjoy his fucking.” “After that we will double dick you” I grinned. “And then you are almost done…” I spoke those words and he took it like the ordeal would be over then. But I meant it in a total different way….

I went downstairs to the computer, leaving Brad a sobbing mess on the bed, but not before ramming a large plug up his ass. It was big too, thicker than my cock. I loved the new screams from Brad as I shoved it in him with no mercy. Once online I wasted no time placing as many adds online as I could. Craigslist, bbrt, a4a, recon etc. If that slut wanted bareback, then he was about to get it! The adds were basically the same. Breed My Boy! 18 y/o cumdump begging for any and all loads. Hiv a plus! Fill the little pig up with toxic waste. The dirtier the better! NO COCK REFUSED! From now until....? That, with a few nasty pics should be all I need to get people's attention. And it certianly was! In under an hour I had 4 responses, more would come in through the night. I promptly replied to every one, simply giving my address and telling them to be quick. The first of what would be 23 men arrived shortly. He was sick, you could tell. He was probably handsome when he was younger, but not now. I took him upstairs to a gagged and hooded Brad. (Didn't want them to hear his protests!) The man stripped, and I shuddered at his thin body. He fingered Brad's hole as he stroked his cock hard. Without a word, he just climbed on top and stuck it in. Brad tried to voice his objection, shaking his head. "You sure he wants this?" Asked the man? "Oh yes." I assured him. "This is part of his "fantasy", to pretend he's being raped." The sickly man pounded Brad for a solid 10 minutes before unloading God knows what into him. The next man to arrive was younger, healthy looking, but assured me he was viral and not on meds. He had a long pinky nail that he used to further bloody up Brad's cunt before he shoved his nice 8 inch cock in the teenager. He fucked Brad good and hard before dumping another dirty load in him. After the 3rd guy had fucked him, Brad quit fighting and just took it. He didn't have a choice anyway! By sunrise, the last man had finished his duty punishing Brad, and I took down the ads. I grabbed his old backpack, stuffed it full, and stuck a hundred dollar bill into a pocket. Then I untied Brad, retied him, and carried him down to the garage, throwing him in the trunk. I drove around a while, till I found a nice secluded alley downtown. I opened the trunk and pulled a barely conscious boy out and dropped him on the ground with his pack. Then I untied him, and left him naked, pulling away as I watched a dirty homeless man approach him, unzipping his pants. I laughed as I drove away. Epilogue About a year later I happened to be driving down town when I saw a dirty, disheveled young man sitting in front of an abandoned building. Sure enough, it was Brad. He recognized my BMW as I pulled over. I walked up to him, threw 5 bucks in his face, spit on him and walked away.

Holy Shit, this guy is really becoming a whore and cum slut for BBC , lucky boy, keep this story going, every time I read a story I think it is amazing all the twists and turns these writers take to make their stories different and want to have people read, this is a must read for those that love BBC and the transformation of a young boy into a drugged cumslut

Part II: Okay, I have to be honest. I was a little jealous listening to Miguel fuck Brad. And I couldn't stop thinking about how Miguel's big dick felt in my mouth. I had to suck him again, at least! So, I finally got up the courage to message him on a4a from my real profile. Me: hey. I met you a few weeks ago. I sucked your dick in my kitchen before you fucked my roommate. I noticed that he read the message and then didn't respond. I looked at his profile and saw that he changed it back to HIV positive at some point. It was read, but there was no reply. Damnit. I waited for over an hour and then checked again. I then realized that he might be afraid to talk to me after what happened with Brad. So, I messaged him again to make sure he knew that I didn't know about what happened. Me: I would like to see you again. I loved sucking your big dick. I was kinda jealous that you fucked my roommate too. Ah! It worked. Miguel resonded. Miguel: Well, your roommate is really weird, man. I don't know what's up with that. Me: Oh .. he's a pompous ass. Everyone he sleeps with ends up hating him for one reason or another. I want to move out, but it's so hard to find the right roommate and he won't let me off the lease. There we go. I figured Miguel would feel cool talking with me now. Why would he expect that I set up my roommate for a stealth pozzing? I got a little hard thinking about that again, which only made me a little more forthright as our conversation continued. Miguel: yeah, I would probably move out if I were you and I had the chance. Me: I keep looking for other places. But, I gotta say that from what I heard, he loved the way you fucked him. I was trying not to overhear, but I heard him beg you to keep fucking him and moaning soo loudly. Miguel: well, he said he wanted it. then, he got upset and changed his mind after I came in him. it was so weird. I found myself rock-hard thinking about those slapping noises. And now I wanted to feel what Brad felt with that big dick pounding my ass. I tried to shake off the thought, but had to let Miguel know somehow that I wanted it. Me: If you ever fucked me, I wouldn't change my mind. I never had a big dick like your up my hole. I bet it feels amazing. I want to finish sucking you off still too! I had wondered for a moment if I was going to scare him off by being so direct. But, he replied still. Miguel: you know I'm poz, right? Me: Oh yeah, I saw it on your profile. I'm cool with it, though. Okay, I wasn't cool with it. But, I couldn't get that cock out of my head. My dick was straining to escape from my jeans as we continued chatting. Miguel: Good .. because I want to finish fucking your mouth and then get in that cute little ass of yours. I had to unzip my jeans and let my straining cock escape the pressure. It was too uncomfortable. And I had to hear more about what Miguel wanted to do to me. Me: how will you fuck me? His answer seemed to take forever to come back. I stroked eagerly and kept refreshing my inbox. He finally answered. Miguel: First, I would fuck your face as you make my dick sloppy. Then, I eat your ass until you beg me to put it in. Next, I position you on all fours, and enter your tight hole from behind. I start slowly so you can get used to my big dick inside you. Then, I pick up the pace until you are getting every inch, and your hole is stretch as wide as it can. And that's when the real fucking will begin. I had to stop jerking my cock. I was about to explode at that point. Me: Holy fuck! That sounds amazing. Come get at me NOW !!! Miguel: Are you alone? I don't wanna see your crazy roommate. Me: I'm all by myself. Please come! I never had felt such an urgency. I wouldn't really let him fuck me, though. I'd just suck him off. And I know he'd understand. Miguel: You're really hot. But, I dont want to have someone else change their mind on me .. so .. here's what you need to do ... Miguel instructed me on how to make sure nobody would doubt that I wanted a poz guy to fuck me. Sadly, it meant that I would have to wait a week. He had three requirements. I had to e-mail him one day and beg for it. I had to text him a couple of days later, again begging for it. And then, I had to leave him a voice mail a couple of days after that. And I had to tell him I didn't care that he was poz. He was emphatic one one point: it has to be believable. Challenge accepted, I thought. The e-mail: Dear Miguel, thanks for being honest with me about your poz status. I really appreciate it. I want you to know that I'm still very attracted to you. You are the sexiest guy I ever met in my life. I'm so glad I got to suck on your dick that night I met you. Now, I want more. Please fuck me bareback with your huge cock. I need it sooo bad! I wannt you to fuck me and cum in me. I don't care if it makes me poz too. I need you so badly. Please please please fuck me! After I wrote that e-mail, I jacked off and shot a fountain of cum that unexpectedly ended up in that keyboard. Damn, I didn't see that happening. The text message: It actually took me an hour to figure out what to write. Well, that's because I had to stop and jerk off the more I thought about it. Finally, I sent it. Miguel. idk if u saw my email yet. i want u to fuck me. i know ur poz. im cool with that. pls fuck me raw. idc if end up poz. i need you in me. pound me soon! pls! pls! It bothered me that I didn't get any response a day later. Why was he making me wait?! That sucked. The hardest part was the voice mail. It had to be convincing. And, I still had doubts. I thought of his big cock and started stroking my cock again. The more aroused I got, the braver I got. I was rock hard when I decided to make the call and leave the voice mail. When I called him, it went right to voice mail. Good, he's still up for it, I reasoned. The voice mail: Hey, Miguel. I emailed and texted you. I want to make sure you know that I still want it. I want you to fuck me raw with your big dick. I don't care that you're poz. You're soo hot. I'd do anything for your cock. (I didn't plan to leave the next part, but I was so horned up, it just kinda came out.) I'll suck your dick, swallow your cum. You can cum in me. Fuck me hard and deep! (Suddenly, I was about to erupt as I grabbed my cock tighter and jerked.) Miguel, please fuck me soon. Fuck me deep and hard. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Make me cum! Fuck! (And then I came, and quickly hung up the phone.) Well, I hope that counted. Because there's no doubt that was believable. LOL. I couldn't wait to hear back from him now. Even though I just blew a load, I *still* wanted him desperately. (Too be continued.)

Met a top today off fabguys.com Took his girthy cock and 2 day load deep inside of me.

Chem jizz is not a thing. Crystal is processed by your liver and expelled in your urine. Semen is produced by your prostate (and sperm by your testes).

To the OP, congrats. I’m always proud of a man willing to take the next step … do it successfully, and want more later. i fear the skills and lack of responsibility of any man who says “oh, you can take it.” No, not every man can take it. When I’m playing, the bottom is in total control (at least the first few times we play). I listen, I watch, and I feel. I respond to his groans of euphoria and also know when to stay still or pull out. And I may be high as a top, I’m never spun out when my hand is up ass. To the question asked…im not a skilled bottom. I love to get fisted - I could do it weekly. I’ve taken some very big hands, but usually it’s when I’m in a frenzy of passion for the man I’m with. More often, I love medium hands, am willing to head down the path with big hands, and am willing to give it a try to see what I can achieve with big paws. And regardless of hand size, my depth limit usually is mid-forearm. I’ve gone past my elbow when fisting a guy, but my limits are not as deep.

Fukkin love it. Me and my boy, Drew often share my Buddy, Steve’s cock. Steve shoots a massive load and he loves having 2 mouths on his junk. Last time we did it Drew was sucking on his balls and I was sucking his cock when he shot his load. I kept it in my mouth and pulled Drew in close and he took a couple of shots then we both deep kissed, enjoying Steve’s sperm in our mouths. We kept kissing as his load covered our beards before we licked it all off and swallowed the lot.

Oh man I used to live by a Gloryhole place and I would consume 10 hot loads a week at my leisure. Man sucking cock is the best. Now I live far away, slim pick in’s.

Part 17 I don’t think I ever met all my neighbors at the same time. It was a six-apartment building. So, it was inevitable that I would come across them one day or another. But here we were - me, Magoo, an ex-convict, a 50-something Latino man, a single and divorced man with his son, and another university student I never met – gathered to discuss the eviction letter that we received just before new year. The old apartment building was sold and to be demolished in the following summer. The search for an affordable place was even more difficult than I had anticipated. It wasn’t a surprise. The market speculation has made rent price skyrocket over the last few years, and out of my budget. It seems it was the same for all of us. One fact: we were fucked. By Easter, on our second and last meeting, the father told us that he would move into the basement of a not-so relative cousin. The student, Sebastian, would share an apartment with 5 other ones. The Latino man just nodded to us and left without a word. The ex-convict and Magoo said that they would find something. I was preparing for my final exams, so I had to stop looking for a few weeks. One night, Sebastian showed up unexpected at my door. “I am moving out this weekend. I wanted to let you know”, he said nonchalantly and added with confidence “I know you are gay and want you to blow me” as he grabs his crotch. Just like that. “I am not gay, but I haven’t score lately and I am horny. I figure that you hadn’t any yourself with school and shit” as he gestures with his hand the corridor. In a second, a flash of Magoo, the sex-driven addicted slut that would not hesitate to get on his knees, unzip and pull the pants down and blow feverishly the cock in front him. Regardless of the man. A cock is a cock. That’s what Magoo did for me when we were at AJ’s place. "Well, I can use one of his amazing blowjobs because I am horny like crazy.” I had said which made AJ chuckled. “It was easy, isn’t it?” AJ added. Magoo just grunted and started performing his magic. I don’t know if it is the same for everyone or because my own sexual abstinence of the past weeks, but I was lost in this incredible feeling of the blowjob. I was brought back to reality when a pair of hands started tugging at my shirt. At some point AJ got naked and was now standing behind me with a gorgeous semi-erection. His hands were roaming my body, stretching my nipples as his fingers met them, kissing my neck; and like a mantra, whispering something that would haunt me for many weeks after. “Let it go, boy. This is meant to happen. Let it go” Call me stupid, but this is just what I did that day, I let it go. “Good boy. Become what you should be. Free yourself. Let it go” Magoo wasn’t gentle anymore. He was still sucking me, but also gnawing on the cockhead, foreskin and my piss slit. “Pain is pleasure” had told me Master Eddy once and “experiencing pain in the wake of pleasure is all a good fuckboy deserved”. At the same time AJ bit my neck strong enough to draw some blood. As it leaked, I felt myself in a throe of a rapture and came in Magoo’s mouth. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom” AJ said after Magoo made sure no cum was wasted. Sebastian passed by me and entered the apartment. I closed the door and drop on my knees, my hands reaching for his belt. And just like that, I sucked him like Magoo would do. Like Magoo groomed me to do. In the next hour, I awakened in a daze. I didn’t recognize the room, but Magoo was fucking AJ. I closed my eyes and fell asleep again. I woke up at the feeling of a warm sensation on my nuts. With my legs spread slightly, Magoo was nursing them with his tongue, a finger going back and forth over my ass hole. “What happened?” “You passed out” AJ leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue. Magoo took this opportunity to slide two barely lubed fingers in my ass. I tensed, my hole accepting the fingers quite easily. I realized I was a little sore down there. “Sshh… Let him…” AJ kisses me back and starts playing with my nipples again. They were sore which I didn’t recall from earlier. They must have played with them when I was out. “Look at me and keep your mouth open”. I heard a long, deep throat clearing and I saw AJ spit a yellowish slimy loogie which zero-in my throat and made me gag. “Nah nah nah, swallow that, pig boy” AJ mocked me while forcibly put a hand on my mouth. Magoo was going to town on my ass with what I thought was now three fingers. “Open up again” AJ ordered me. He hocked up some more phlegm and spit it again, this time missing my mouth. “Oops” he chuckled. With his fingers he fed me the disgusting slimy substance. I was on autopilot and started sucking them like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Then we made out again, engaging in a tongue battle. “I think he is ready” and without delay Magoo thrusted his long pozzed cock in my ass. I felt a strange burning sensation like I never known before as the old man started fucking me. I kind of lost my thoughts as Magoo was long dicking me. I realized he was fucking me bare! I broke the kiss. “A condom! You need to put a condom!” I said with urgency. Mid-stroke, an exasperated Magoo looked at me and stop fucking. “Get me a condom”, Magoo said to AJ. At this moment, I couldn't have been more prouder of Magoo accepting my request. He was always a fan of fucking bare, skin on skin, and delivering poz loads in all his victims. While AJ was unwrapping the rubber, I could feel Magoo’s cock micro-thrusting in my ass, just over my prostate. I have to admit it felt good. Magoo grabbed the condom and look at me. “Open your mouth” he told me and then with a sadistic smile he pry the condom in. “Now shut your fucking mouth and let me do my work” I looked at Magoo, then AJ, astonished by Magoo’s behavior. AJ chuckled again, “You heard the man”. Magoo resumed his fuck with vengeance. He was on a mission.

I have some humble cum load goals this year: 1. Beat my record of 4 loads taken in a night 2. Take 60 loads by the end of the year Small goals for some, but ambitious for me and will be fun to try and meet

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

Justin was still flying and wondering where the other guy was and then he hard to door open and several footsteps toward him. Thank go he thought, Justin was so horny and needed some dick. He could not believe how amazing it felt and wanted more. The blindfold was still on so he did not even turn around to see and his hands were still bound. Justin's ass was still tingling as a finger touched his cummy hole and started to rub and then the finger popped inside. Justin gasped and then the finger was removed and he felt it against his hole and that sharp pain as the finger slide deep inside him. He thought fuck is that guy back and then out and another sharp pain as the finger was inserted again just as Justin pushed his ass back and arched his back a dick slapped his face. Then the guy said Fucker open your mouth in a rough raspy voice. This guy must have thought Justin was talking too long as he slapped his head harder than Brad had. Justin opened his mouth and the guy slapped his fat dick on Justin's tongue and the guy said stay right there. The guy slowly slide his cock into Justin as a guy got in place behind Justin after spitting on his ass and then as the guy started to press his fat dick against Justin's hole the guy with his dick in Justin's mouth grabbed his head and he impaled Justin on his dick as the guys grabbed his hips and shoved his dick in without mercy. The boy was partied up but not ready for two beer can dicks roosting roughly and tearing his ass up and stretching his throat. Justin was in pain and he could could not breath, he tried to pull of the big thick cock but the guy held him as the guy behind him piston fucked him. Then the guy holding his head let go and pulled back enough for Justin to gasp and cough and eventually caught his breath and then a a smack harder than the first. Fucking whore, get back over here and suck this dick, Justin obeyed and got the cock back in his mouth and tried to suck on it but the guy wanted more and grabbed his head and shoved it down on his dick and slowly fucked Justin's throat and Justin tried to relax but his ass was hurting as the guy behind him started to pick up the pace and two minutes later the guy fucking him shoved in deep, deeper than he had been before and shot his load. Justin hoped he would pull out but the guy just stayed there pulsing his dick, Then he said, fuck you are every bit the whore my buddy said you would be. I am gonna go hop in the shower and rinse off while the guy fucking your throat takes his turn. He is thicker then I am but make sure that throat is ready for me when I get out of the shower slut! The guy slowly fucking his throat pulled out and Justin again gasped and coughed and finally started to breath normally. The guy said fucker, one day you will be able to really deep throat me. You will learn and another slap against the head not as hard as the last time, Justin said Yes Sir quickly, finally boy the guy said and then he opened a bottle of popper and put them under the kids nose and said inhale slut, Justin did and the guy went to each nostril and soon Justin was flying. Then Justin was fed a straw and told to drink and he did, it tasted like some terrible generic grape punch. He hesitated but the guy said drink it all, between the poppers, G and the T up his ass Justin was again feeling so horny and ready to be fucked. Justin was so horny, he said please fuck me Sir. Boy you will get fucked soon enough. Justin's ass was tingling and he was press back trying to find some dick. Poor horny cum slut, I have a big dick for you, hope you are really ready for it. The guy got off the bed and Justin felt legs pressing his legs to open up and then he felt a fat dick against his ass. He wanted to push back but his hole was fighting to open up. Justin thought fuck, that feels so much bigger then the dick I had down my throat and the pressure intensified and then he pulled off. Poppers when under Justin's nose again and he inhaled and while he was inhaling and flying the pressure began again. Justin make a loud animal sound like a moose or some load bellowing moan as the dick at his anus stretched this hole and slowly pressed inside him. Oh fuck he whispered, I can't, please stop.... Then after about three minutes of pressure the guy bottomed out inside Justin. The poppers hit again and the guy begin to slowly pump a little inside Justin's hole. Tight as fuck the guy said, give him some more to drink! The key kept pulsing back and fourth hardly moving, the straw appeared and the guys said drink fucker, he recognized that voice it was the guy he had in his throat, just swallowed it all and calm started to come over him and he wondered if the guy he sucked gave him the juice who was in his ass? The popper appeared again and he was made to take eight hits and the guy behind said fuck that did it bro. Justin felt relaxed and the guy in his ass started sliding in and out more and Justin began to moan, softly at first and then louder. OMG I love that big dick, fuck me please. Then a slap against the side of his head and he immediately said Sir! Sorry Sir. Now open up that cunt for my buddy and give your ass to him! Here me boy and with that Justin quickly said yes Sir. Good whore the guy said, the guy was pumping deep and long and opening Justin up. Justin could hear the guys dick making squishing sound as he fucked his hole and then the poppers again, Justin was flying and before long he opened up enough and the guy fucking him bellowed holly fuck take that load you fucking bitch and shot in Justin. He slowly pulsed his dick for another minute and then pulled out and thirty seconds passed and he shoved it back in and Justin gasped. Fuck that hurt he thought....

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2. Leaning up again the door to our room, a skinny Asian boy was on his knees, sucking off a an older guy. I felt bad breaking up their activity, but my hole was itching, and there was only one way to scratch it. They headed off towards the dark room, no doubt to pick up where I had interrupted them. In the room, TJ and I put down our bags. "Goddamn," TJ said. "Did that just happen? That guy? Just getting blown in the hall?" "Yeah," I said. "It did. And that's kinda tame for this club. You should see the glory holes." "How did I not know about this before? It's fucking amazing. That your favorite place? The glory holes?" It was hard to pick a favorite part of the club. There were so many parts I had memories of: the glory holes; the maze; the sling room; and, of course, the simple pleasures of getting pounded in a private room. "Well, now you know," I said. "And there are so many parts of the club I like." "You're gonna have to show me," TJ said. I put down my bag. I needed to get naked, get high, and get fucked. "What's the envelope?" I asked him. "Dunno," he said. He opened it. "Damn. Score!" he said, pulling out a small bag of white crystals, and another of four oblong blue tablets. "This is going to be a great night. You better be up for it, cocksucker." He put down his bag as well and pulled out a bottle of water. He popped one of the viagra, and swallowed it. "You need another hit from the pipe, don't you?" he said. It was a command, not a question. "Yeah," I said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and undid my khakis. With each piece of work clothing I took off, another set of inhibitions was removed. By the time I got down to the jock strap, there would be very little I wouldn't do. With another few hits from the pipes, even those last inhibitions would fall to the side. I took another look at TJ, even as I fumbled with the zipper on my pants. I had been taught to see black men as ugly and something slightly less than human. Likewise for so many other ethnic types: Latinos, Asians, Native Americans, Jews, and Arabs. Perfection was a blond-haired, blue-eyed man of unimpeachable Nordic stock. Even my dark brown hair seemed like a fundamental personal failing. Despite TJ's muscular build and thick, hard cock it was hard for me to think of him as an equal, much less a superior. But yet, I was staring at his cock, imagining what it would feel like down my throat again or how it would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I couldn't believe I was lowering myself down even below his level, but in my drug-clouded mind, it was the only right thing to do. "You can leave the jock strap on," TJ said, as I finished taking off my pants. "Keep your dick out of the way." "Ok," I said. My mind was racing under the influence of the crystal. I was staring at TJ, as he undressed, wanting to get back on my knees to suck him off, thinking about the guys I had seen wandering the halls, wanting to bend over and let them fuck me. TJ pulled off his shirt, exposing a broad, muscular chest with the slightest spray of black hair across his pecs. Everything about TJ, from his physical presence dominating the room, to his cock straining against his shorts, all the way to his scent now filling my nostrils screamed "man" to me. But it was hard to reconcile these signals with what I had been taught for so many years, that he was only slightly more evolved than a monkey. "Can't decide if you want to beat me up or suck me off, can you cocksucker?" TJ asked. I nodded, still staring at the black man. He kicked off his shoes and pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free. It was hard and erect and his balls hung low, heavy with cum. I felt small. I was shorter than him, skinnier than him, and behind my jock strap, my dick was limp and helpless, a victim of the booty bump I had done earlier. "It's ok," TJ continued. "You can still get on your knees and suck me off." It was barely even a command but I still followed. I dropped to my knees, submissive in front of the black man. "Feels better, doesn't it, knowing your place?" I nodded. I tried not to think what my old friends would say, me obeying a black man's every command. I should have been the strong one here and it should have been my cock getting sucked. But instead, it was me on my knees and the black man's cock nestled against my lips. I started to get up, to reinstate the proper order of things and to set the world right. "No, faggot," TJ said. He put his hand on my shoulder and pressed me back down to the floor. "On your knees. Where you belong." I tried once more to stand up, but I was no match for TJ. Effortlessly, he held me down with one hand, and used the other to guide his cock back to my lips. "Give it some attention. You choked on it earlier and loved every moment. You can do it again." I opened my mouth, and took the dark head of his cock into my mouth. There was a bead of pre-cum, slightly salty and bitter, that spread across my tongue. TJ moved his hand to the back of my head, guiding me further down his shaft. "Come on cocksucker," he continued, taking a step back and forcing me to shuffle forward. He sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide for me to kneel between. "Let's see how good this crystal is." I did my best to stay on his cock and stole an occasional glance as he prepared the hit. He grabbed his pipe from his bag, and carefully loaded the bowl with a few large shards. I heard the hiss of the lighter, and the barely audible crackle of the crystal melting. "Did you know the guy?" TJ asked. I nodded, not daring to take my mouth off of his dick. "I figured. Has he fucked you before?" I nodded again. I had lost track of the number of loads Dennis had given me. "Damn. He use a condom?" I shook my head. Dennis was adamant about condoms. He never used them. "Fuckin' nasty faggot, taking it bareback." I forced myself to go further down on his cock, further debasing myself. I glanced up enough to see him stick the stem of the pipe in his mouth, then a relative silence as he inhaled the thick white clouds. "You let a lot of guys fuck you, don't you?" I nodded again. It was true. I had tried to keep track starting on New Year's Day, but had pretty much lost track by the time Valentine's Day rolled around. As my personal testament to the enduring power of love, I had partied that weekend and lost track after 7 guys had cum in me. By then, my total for the year was well over a hundred. That had been four months ago and my pace had only picked up. TJ exhaled and a white cloud momentarily occluded his head before drifting down slowly towards me. "How many?" he asked. I pulled off of his black shaft just enough to speak. "I don't know. At least a few hundred in my life." I had never told anyone that and had barely even admitted it to myself. Each individual man seemed ok: it had felt like the right thing at the time, sucking him off or letting him fuck me. But then, over days, weeks, and months, they added up, until it was painfully obvious that I was little more than a cockslut. "Maybe more," I said, now fully aware of how he saw me. "Tweaker slut," he said. TJ stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Time for you to do another hit. You need to be high." Even though the booty bump had me flying, I was more than ready for another hit. TJ held the torch under the bowl. It heated up quickly so soon after the last hit, and I inhaled deeply. The stuff Dennis had given TJ was very good; even from the first wisp, I could feel it hitting my blood and brain. I inhaled as much as I could, watching TJ carefully. When I thought I had taken as much as I could, I nodded, but he just smiled. "A little more, tweaker boy. For me." I did my best, even though my lungs felt like they were about to explode. TJ eventually relented, and took the still-smoking pipe from my mouth. He put it down on a towel next to him, then turned back to me. "Hold it," he said. I needed fresh air, not the intoxicating clouds of the crystal, but I did as he said. "You ever gotten fucked by a black guy?" he asked me. I was about to say something, but TJ put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. I thought I could stand it, but it was only a few seconds before I felt smothered. Every second meant that more of the crystal entered my body and I lost more control over my actions. Even just keeping my eyes on TJ seemed to get harder and harder as the seconds ticked by and the room seemed to get darker and darker. Just as I thought I couldn't stand another second, TJ released his grip, and I coughed, expelling the thickest cloud I had done in ages. "Answer me, boy," he said. "You ever let a black guy fuck you?" I was still coughing, trying to regain my composure. Before I had a chance to think clearly, I started to speak. "Never been fucked by a nigg..." Luckily, I caught myself, and shut my mouth before said anything else. "What did you say, faggot?" TJ asked me. "Nothing. I said. "Was just coughing." "No. You were starting to say something there. We both know that." His words were taut and clipped. He knew what I was going to say. And I had failed to weasel my way out from admitting it. "Now tell me what you were going to say," he continued. I didn't know where to look. If I looked him in the face I would have never been able to say what I had to say. If I looked at his cock, I would have had acknowledged the complete and utter power the black man held over me. I finally settled on staring at his chest and watched the muscles move with each breath he took. I took a deep breath as well. "I've never had a nigger fuck me," I said "That's what I thought you said," TJ said. I looked up at him. He was smiling. For a brief moment, I thought it was going to be ok. He would understand it was a slip of the tongue, under the influence of the crystal. But he grabbed my chin, and held it tightly. With his other hand, he slaps me. Hard. As I was gasping in pain, he spoke. "Fucking racist faggot." I expected him to slap me again; maybe even harder than the first. But instead he picked up the pipe and put it back in my mouth "You're going to do another hit for me tweaker. Hopefully it'll get some sense in you." He held the torch under the bowl. With the tiniest nod of his head, he let me know it was time to inhale. The pipe was already full of thick clouds and as soon as I drained it, it would re-fill. Once again, TJ was making me do a massive hit. It was not long before my lungs were bursting, and he gave no indication that it was time for me to stop. Finally, he put down the torch, and grabbed the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said, and put the stem in his own mouth. He did a hit, although it didn't seem anywhere near as big as mine. "Don't," he said, careful to let only the smallest cloud out as he spoke. He put down the pipe, and once more, held a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose closed. This time, the panic set in much earlier. I needed air, and I hated the knowledge that every second only made me more tweaked out, more out of control, more willing to do anything at all. Even kneeling between TJ's legs and him holding onto me mouth and nose, I started to struggle, trying to escape his grasp. "No, faggot," he said. "You're not gonna get away that easily," he said. He leaned in, exhaled his cloud right in my face, but did not release his grip on me. I was keeping my eyes open, but it was hard to see anything but his face right in front of me. "Tonight is your lucky night, tweaker. You're gonna get fucked by my nigger cock tonight. More than that. You're gonna get raped by a nigger cock. And if you are really lucky, you're gonna get raped by a few of us." He finally loosened his grip on my mouth and nose; I exhaled in a paroxysm of coughing, trying to catch my breath. "You want that?" I nodded. His thick black shaft was right in front of me, standing up straight, erect and proud, gently swaying in reaction to his easy breathing. "You want that," he asked me again. He slapped me on the face, hard enough that my ears were ringing. "Yes," I said. It was an automatic response, but it was suddenly the correct response. I needed to feel his black tool force its way into me and dominate me. It was crucial that he dominate me. As pathetic and banal as it was, he needed to make me his bitch. I had spent too much time looking down on black men, mentally and physically degrading them. It was not something I was proud of, and my apology was long over due. "Yes, sir," I said. The apology was not going to be easy. But I had no right to expect it to be simple. "Fuck, that's what I like to hear, cocksucker." He was smiling now. He put a hand on the back of my head, and guided me back to his cock. There some pre-cum at the tip, and I licked it up. My brain still rebelled at the thought of debasing myself in front of the black man, but I tried my best to suppress it. His erection was a beautiful display of masculinity and it was my honor to service it. "You said there were glory holes here?" I nodded. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Sweet. First place we're gonna visit. Let you taste the rainbow." He pressed against the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock. This time, I willingly took his cockhead in my mouth. "First though, you're gonna show my black python some love as I hit this pipe. No way you're gonna be the only one with your head in the clouds." I closed my eyes and heard the familiar hiss of the torch. This time, TJ did a hit just as large as the ones he made me do. I stayed on my knees, trying to swallow his entire thick shaft. It seemed that each hit he did from the pipe only made his cock harder, in sharp contrast to me. I reached down, and felt my dick. It was soft and limp and stroking it seemed to make no difference. "Don't worry about your dick," TJ said. "The one in front of you is the one you need to focus on." He took another hit from the pipe. It was getting harder for me to take his cock. His shaft was like a steel rod, and I had to do all of the contortions to align it with my throat. But it felt so good to have him inside of me. My only regret was that he was not fucking my ass. But that hardly seemed like an impossibility. It would happen, and it would happen tonight. TJ did several more hits as I twisted and turned. I worked his shaft into my throat, and let him drip pre-cum right into my throat. Finally, he did one last massive hit. Even with my attention focused on his dick, I knew it was going to be a big one. He held it longer than I thought possible, before finally exhaling. The cloud overwhelmed the two of us, and for a moment, all I could see was the white fog. As it dispersed, he pulled me off his cock, and stared at me. "Time for the glory holes, cocksucker. Time to show your skills." TJ carefully put the pipe and torch on the table by the bed, then stood up. "Come on," he said. "Lead the way." I grabbed a bottle of poppers from my bag before wrapping the keys around my right wrist. I wasn't sure if it was still a signal anyone got, but it better to make it painfully clear than have any misunderstandings. I opened the door; with the light on in our room, it was better lit than the hallway. "This way," I said. The glory holes were on the same floor, although in order to get to them as a bottom, we had to navigate the maze. It was a Friday evening, and the club was getting crowded. A few guys tried to grope us. TJ gently removed their hands from his body. It made me feel even luckier that I was able to service him and to give him pleasure. Not everyone had this privilege and it was one I should treasure. We reached a series of stalls; each one had a hole in the far wall that opened onto a platform where the tops would stand. "Damn," TJ said, as he stood next to me in the stall. "Just stick their cock through the hole?" "Yeah," I nodded. "And you never see them?" "Nope," I said. We hardly had to wait, before a cock emerged from the darkness through the hole. In the dim light, it was hard to make out any details. It was darker than I expected; it might have been a Latino, an impression re-enforced by the foreskin that covered the head. "Uncut," TJ said. "You going to suck it?" "Yeah," I said. If I had not been flying on the crystal, if TJ had not been there, if I had not been sensitive to all the men I had turned down for bad reasons, I might have thought twice. I might have waited a while longer for my eyes to adjust and I might have been more careful about an uncut, brown-skinned dick. But I didn't. I cupped the stranger's heavy, warm balls in my hand and ran my tongue over the sensitive margin where his cockhead emerged from his foreskin. "Damn," TJ said, as my tongue darted under the foreskin. I could taste some sweat and pre-cum and the stranger's cock started to respond. It was a slow response at first, like a locomotive gathering steam. It thickened and lengthened slightly, pushing itself further into my mouth. Like the train, there was a grunt of pleasure, and the stranger shifted his weight, pressing himself against the thin plywood barrier that separated us. I leaned against the barrier as well, positioning myself to take more of the stranger's dick. "You're doing it," TJ muttered. Despite his incredulity at my actions, I saw out of the corner of my eye he was still stroking his cock. The plywood was cold at first, but warmed up from my body. It was just thick enough to ensure I would never know anything about the man I was sucking off, nor he about me. Its primary job was to keep us both totally anonymous while I did one of the most intimate acts one man can do for another. By then, the stranger's cock had gotten fully erect, a respectable seven inches or so, and nicely thick. It was not as big as TJ's, but it was still a mouthful. I took a quick snort from the poppers, and waited for them to hit before attempting to go any deeper. It was not long before the warm waves washed over me, and I felt my body relax and open up. I swallowed and the cockhead slid into my throat. It elicited another moan of pleasure from the unknown man, and he began to drip pre-cum. Powered by the poppers, I started to properly service his cock, going up and down his shaft and deep throating him. "Are you going to get him off?" TJ asked. I nodded, keeping the unknown man's cock in my mouth. It would have been the height of cockteasing to not let the man get off and there was no way I would let his precious fluid go to waste. Even letting him cum on my face would have been too wasteful for me. Plus, I wanted his seed. I wanted to know what this man tasted like and the best way to work him to a furious intensity where his only option was spew his load all over my gut. It did not take much before his moans started to get louder and he started to buck his hips. His balls were still cradled in one hand; I used the other to take a quick hit from the poppers. They relaxed me, enough for his cock to slide deeper into my throat. It was just a tiny bit of additional stimulation, but it was what he needed. "Oh fuck," he grunted, his voice clearly audible through the glory hole. "He's getting close?" TJ asked me. I nodded, just trying to focus all my attention on the stranger's cock. His balls pulled up tight, and there was one last hip thrust. His cock pulsed and a warm spray of jizz coated my throat. I swallowed the first spurt, massaging his shaft enough to get a second spurt. This turned into a virtuous cycle where each time I swallowed, I got another spurt of cum. Finally, his balls were drained, and I had a pool of cum in my stomach. As quickly as his cock had appeared in the glory hole, it disappeared, leaving TJ and me alone. "Who was that?" TJ asked me. "I don't know," I said. "He was a total stranger." "And you just sucked him off like that?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and interest, revulsion and arousal. "And you swallowed his load?" "Yeah," I said. "I did." If I needed any more proof of what I had done, I could still taste the stranger's cum in my mouth, a salty, bitter mixture. "And really. No idea who it was." "None at all." "Fuck man. I mean, I know you said you were going to do it. But you actually just sucked a total stranger off and swallowed his load." TJ was stroking his cock. It was still stiff and erect. "Do it again for me," he said. "Suck off the next guy that sticks his dick through the hole. You gonna do that for me, cocksucker?" "Yeah," I said. I was committing myself. No matter what cock: short, long, thin, fat, clean or smelly, I would take it. I would nurse it. And I would take it all the way to orgasm. I turned back to the glory hole, staring at the darkness beyond, wondering what would appear next. Now that I was looking for someone, the club was suddenly still. There was only the constant deep bass of the music, and the steady pulse of TJ's breathing. I stared into darkness beyond the gloryhole, eager for any sign of movement, any flash of white of a towel wrapped around a man's waist. "Slow all of a sudden," TJ said. "You may have to suck my cock, just to have something in your mouth." However, as soon as he spoke, there was the familiar creak of the floorboards, as another man walked across the platform. I didn't get a chance to see anything about him before the white towel filled the gloryhole. The stranger pulled off his towel, exposing a thick, heavy black shaft. "You're in luck," TJ said. "It's your favorite. Nigger dick." I hesitated for a second. It was one thing to suck off TJ, a perfect specimen of masculinity. But this man was a different matter. I knew nothing about him, no idea what he looked like, other than the cock right in front of me. It would be the second black man I had sucked off, both of them in little more than the space of an hour. TJ was going to start thinking this was the real me, not some aberration due to a sense of guilt and crystal. "Go on," TJ said. "I know how badly you need cock in your mouth."