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So, had this story sitting on a back burner for a while and since the dreaded writer's black has hit on my other story (Self Destruction). Decided to throw this one out here and see how people like it. I'll warn everyone now, it's a bit of a slow burner in this first chapter, but I promise it will get much steamier in the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. ---------- Lesson 1: The Art of Negotiation It all started when I came home from school over the summer break. Not wanting to get a job in some god awful burger joint or interning for pennies at an office, I decided that I would mow lawns for neighbors just like I had in high school. The money was decent, I got to enjoy the sun, and I usually got to set my own hours. Most of our neighbors were on the older side, and I was sad to see that the Mercers at the end of the block had recently moved away, both of them getting too old for the larger house. My parents had told me that they thought someone recently bought their house, and taking up the hint, I proceeded that morning down the street, hoping the wife was home and they didn’t have any kids. I’ve always known that a few of the women, especially the older ones, enjoyed me mowing their yards, and not one to disappoint I would regularly show off my body and good looks. 19 years old, 6ft tall, slender yet muscular, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and classically good looks, I knew how to use my physical attributes to my advantage. Not that the typical housewife really interested me. Being bi, I’d had my pick of the guys and girls at college and even a few in high school, and preferred not to crap where I ate so to speak. Already, the sun was blazing in the sky, making the air unpleasantly muggy. I mentally kicked myself for getting up so late, as the sun was already extremely high in the sky. Walking down the street, I made my way towards the old Mercers place, hopeful as I saw they had a rather nice looking SUV in the driveway. They definitely have some disposable income, I thought to my self, noting that the SUV was a rather new Range Rover in the driveway, a little out of place in the more middle class vibe of the neighborhood. Not that I would expect someone to put one on such and expensive vehicle, but no little stick figure family on the rare window, and no bumper stickers proclaiming to the world that their spawn was an honor student. Putting on my usual customer service smile, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited, looking around and adjusted my self, trying to at least appear somewhat presentable. A quick movement at the window confirmed that someone was at least home. I was shocked however when instead of the usual bored housewife with too much botox and filler, I was greeted by what could only be described as a bear of a man, wearing a tank top and loose shorts, covered in tattoos. “Can I help you?” the man asked, sounding just slightly annoyed. Shit… I thought to myself, This is going to be a lot harder sale… Usually, the husbands were likely to shoot me down instantly, tight fisted on money and the usual male bravado of wanting to do it themselves to prove how manly they were. Quickly, I increased my smile a little more, bracing myself for the harder sale. “Sorry to bother you sir, I’m Riley, and I live down the street over there. My parents have the beige ranch style near the corner,” I begin, turning around and pointing out the house 5 doors down. “Uh huh…” the man said, boredom already in his voice. “So, I’m home for the summer and I know you must be new the street. I usually offer to mow the yards here to make some money while I’m off school, especially with some of the people here being a bit on the older side…” “And I fit into that same category? Do you make it a habit of trying to scam the elderly?” he said, his deep voice already sounding annoyed. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I thought to myself, unsure how to answer for a few seconds. “No, sorry, I just figured I ask if you’d like me to mow yours as well. I didn’t mean…” I replied hurriedly, trying to assure the man. The man stared at me for a second with a flat expression before bursting into laughter. Confused, I stared blankly at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m just fucking with you, kid,” he said, clapping his meaty hand on my shoulder, “You should see the look on your face!” Still a bit perplexed, I gave a small smile. “I’m Gregory, friend’s call me Greg. I’ve already met your folks and they told me to expect you,” he said, smiling and chuckling to himself, “Come on in and we can talk numbers over something cold.” I quickly forced myself to regain my composure before following Greg into the house, quietly thankful to feel the crisp cold air of the AC on my already sweat slicked body. Standing to the side, I waited as he shut the door, shutting out the heat and bright sunlight into the much cooler and somewhat darker insides of the house. Looking around, I was a bit surprised at how much newer everything looked, compared to the rather dated 80s motif the Mercers had when I was here last year. Tastefully decorated in midcentury modern design, it fit the house much better than the tacky old gold, pastels, and insane amount of mirrors Mrs. Mercer loved, looking like it had come straight out of a Golden Girls episode. I already knew where the kitchen was, but still waited politely as Greg led the way to kitchen. I was shocked too at how fully different the kitchen was as well, looking almost like something out of a magazine. Definitely a metric fuck-ton of disposable income… I thought, looking over at the massive double fridge, and the massive, gleaming steel oven. I remembered vaguely that just the stove was something like 14 grand and the fridge even more, having seen it in passing shopping with my mother the pervious week for a new computer desk for school at the furniture store. “You guys really did a great job on renovating this place…” I said, looking around before taking a seat at the spacious island counter, across from Greg. I watched as he went over to the spacious fridge before opening it and looking around. “Yeah, just finished last month. Beer, water, soda, or ice tea?” he asked, looking around inside before sticking his head out and staring at me. “Oh, um, water is fine,” I said, briefly before turning my attention out the patio door into the yard. Even the yard was different, having also been the subject of the massive renovation. Gone was the shabby garden and crab grass, and in its place was a very contemporary back yard, complete with a massive fire pit and new swimming pool, all surrounded by a very tall privacy fence. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure how much mowing was even needed, as even the grass looked new, likely having been recently sodded. Suddenly, my attention was yanked back to the kitchen as Greg put his large hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he handed me a bottle of water with the other. “I insisted on the new pool in the back,” he said suddenly, still giving my shoulder a squeeze, “might have taken a bit of the work from you there, but you have to admit when its hot like this, a pool is a must!” Taking the bottle of water from him, I felt a slight blush creepy up my neck and across my cheeks as his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin. “Um, so, price wise,” I said, forcing myself not to focus on his hand as I talked, “I usually charge $40 for the entire yard, and I can do it whatever time you want during the day.” Removing his hand, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing the newspaper next to it. Must have interrupted him during the coffee and crossword puzzle, I thought to myself, thankful to finally have my shoulder back. “The wife is a bit particular about the yard,” he said, taking a sip of the coffee before continuing, “Tell you what. She should be home in about an hour or so. If you can impress us, I’m sure we can figure something out in terms of price. Still will pay you for today, just need to justify the cost. We’ve got a mower in the garage if you want to use that.” I nodded in silent agreement, and after letting Greg lead the way, proceeded to do just that. —- “Babe, I’m in the kitchen!” Greg called out, looking up from his phone briefly as his husband walked into the room. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mike said, walking into the room before setting his bag on the counter. “Oh, you know, just the usual,” Greg replied, setting the phone down before turning his head up to kiss him, “How was work?” “It was fine. Just the usually bullshit,” he said, turning his attention to the backyard, “Um… Hey, uh, whose in the backyard?” “So, the neighbors down the street have a son, Riley, and he’s back from college for the summer,” Greg replied, giving him a smile. “Uh-huh,” Mike replied, watching as the brown haired teen stopped for a second, picking up twig from the yard and tossing over the back fence before wiping his brow and pulling his shirt off. “And we’re paying him to mow the yard,” Greg continued, letting out a smirk as Mike continued to watch the college boy out the window. “Oh, then lawn huh?” Mike said, letting out a chuckle, “And how is he?” Suddenly, the lawn mower shut off as Riley began to walk the mower back to the garage. “I dunno,” Greg said, adjusting his cock in his pants as he watched the outline of the teen’s ass, “Didn’t seem to mind when I was feeling him up a little earlier. Maybe we should find out?” — Walking back into the house, I quickly pulled my shirt back on, silently thankful to no longer be sweating in the heat and sun. Making my way back into the kitchen, I was shocked to see a second man in the kitchen. Just as tall and muscular as Greg, he had his hair in a mohawk with a large septum ring through his nose. I could see just a few tattoos peaking out from under his dress shirt. “Oh, um…” I said, unsure what to say, “I finished the yard. Did you want me to come back when your wife gets home?” The other man started laughing before walking over and extending his hand. “Hi, you must be Riley. I’m Michael, his husband,” he said, laughing slightly at my confusion to his introduction, “And before you apologize, he always introduces me as his wife. This one likes to play games.” “Oh, uh… cool, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand awkwardly. “You look hot,” Mike continued, before going to the fridge and pulling out another bottle of water, “Thirsty?” “Yeah, its sweltering out there. And thanks,” I said, grateful for the cold water to cool down with. I opened the bottle and guzzled half the bottle down. We stood there in silence for a seconds before I looked around the room. “So… you guys just moved in a few months ago? It looks amazing in here.” “Yeah, we just got done with the last bit of the renovations a month ago,” Greg replied, “Everything really came out great and, well, I’m sure you know how it looked before.” “Well, it really does look great in here,” I said, unsure what to say as both of them stared at me and then each other. “We finally got the playroom set up last night,” Mike said, smiling at me before looking over at Greg again. “Playroom?” I asked, not entirely sure if I understood what he meant, “What’s that?” “Yeah, kind of a labor of love,” Mike said, as I looked down to him adjusting his bulge in his pants, “Want to check it out?” “We can talk about your compensation while we’re down there if you want,” Greg added, also moving his hand on his crotch, smiling at me. Oh. Playroom. I suddenly realized. I was unsure at first how to react. Definitely not something I’d ever done before to be sure, but I couldn’t help but admit that both of them were quite hot in their own way. And I also had to admit coming back home had sucked as most of my usual flings were gone at college still, meaning I’d been without any sex for the last few weeks. One thing I prided myself on at school was always being willing to explore sexually. So, letting my hormones take over I gave my reply. “Sure, why not?” I said, a slight smile on my face. — Slowly, we descended down the stairs into the basement, greeted at first only by the inky blackness. The room was suddenly flooded with light as I took in the scene. The ceiling was painted black, as were the walls. A few lights lit up the room, with a few being those colored smart bulbs that gently changed back and forth from magenta to violet to blue. Off to the corner, there was a large leather clad cross with shackles, and the opposite corner a leather cladded bench also with shackles. as well as several cases and tool boxes along one of the walls. On the some of the walls, there were various posters of naked men, as well as a wall filled with different ‘toys.’ Whips, dildos, anal beads, paddles, and even a few other things I had no idea what were all sat organized on one of the walls. Near the door we came in at several leather harnesses were hung up. On the opposite wall, a small steel mini-fridge sat next to a large humidor filled with various cigars, and in the center of the room hung a large leather sling, with a mirror directly above it. I slowly looked around, letting my brain take it all in. I slightly jumped when I felt someone grabbing my ass. “So, Riley,” Mike said, grinning at me, slowly kneading my ass as Greg began to get undressed, pulling on one of the leather harnesses, “Welcome to the playroom. What do you think?” Releasing my ass, Mike also began to get undressed, revealing his hairy chest and multiple tattoos. I watched both of them get fully undressed except for the leather harnesses, taking in the sights. Both had decent sized cocks, with Mike’s being bigger, but Greg’s balls were much bigger. Both had several cock piercings as well as oversized nipples, which I found strangely hot. “It’s… pretty wild. In a good way,” I replied, feeling my own cock growing in my boxers. “Kinda looking a little overdressed there, bud,” Greg pointed out, walking over to the mini-fridge and pulling out a couple of bottles what I recently found out were poppers. Quickly, I pulled my clothes off except for my boxers, unsure whether to take them off or leave them on. Suddenly, Mike handed me a white jockstrap. Dumbly, I just stared at them in my hand. “Told you he looked like a boxers kind of boy. You lose the bet babe,” Mike said, walking over to the wall and grabbing a whip with multiple tassels on it. “So I think it’s time to go over our business proposal,” Greg said, tossing one of the bottles of poppers to Mike, who easily caught it before opening it up and taking several deep sniffs. “Oh, uh, the business proposal?” I asked, not exactly sure what he meant. “So, Riley, obviously the hubby and I find you quite the sexy little fuck,” Greg explained, also opening his poppers and taking a few sniffs, “Fuck those are good… Anyways, we’d definitely would like to use you for some fun if you’d be up for it. We can gladly pay you for your time, and you can say no to anything we want to do. What do you say to, oh…. A hundred bucks an hour?” My eyes bulged out of my head for a moment. That’s more than even my parents made an hour. Combined. There’s got to be a catch here… I thought to myself. “I mean, that sounds good, but what all would be expected of me exactly?” I said cautiously. “Well, I guess we should lay out the ground rules,” Mike said, coming over to me and slowly pushing the band of my boxers down with the whip in his hands. “First, you’ll wear the jock instead of those boxers any time you come over,” Greg began to explain, “Second, you can’t wash it all summer. We expect you over here at least once a week to mow then play, but you’re welcome to come over more if you want. Next, you can say no to anything we do, but once you do, we stop this little agreement. We both like to relax and smoke while we play, as well as use poppers. You don’t have to but we can pay a little extra if you agree to trying both. And last, we want to bring over some friends for group play, you can say no, and we’ll still keep this arrangement, but you’ll get paid extra.” “Babe,” Mike interjected, having successfully pushed my boxers off, began to slowly rub the whip up and down between my bare asscheeks, “You forgot the most important part.” “Oh yeah,” Greg said, grinning at me, “We are a strictly no condom household. I’ll assume you’re clean, right?” I nodded, my mind processing everything as fast as I could. “Good,” Greg said, “Any questions? Thoughts?” I sat there for a moment with my mind racing. “Uh, I guess just a few?” I said, kicking myself mentally for how young I suddenly sounded. “Ask them while you put that jock on,” Mike said, pointing the whip at the white jockstrap in my hand. Slowly, I bent over, sure that I was obviously giving both of these men full view of my virgin asshole. I pulled them up in one smooth motion. “I’ve never done this before,” I explained, unconsciously rubbing my hands over my thighs, “I mean, I’ve been with a few guys before, but pretty much as the top, and its always been pretty vanilla.” “Fuck that is hot,” Mike groaned, “Prime virgin boy-pussy, babe.” “You can always say no, boy,” Greg said, rubbing his cock, the metal cock ring in his harness gleaming around the base of his dick. “Well, I mean, I just want to know what the limit is of saying no,” I said hesitantly, hoping for some sort of negotiation or compromise, “Like, can I ask for a break if it gets too intense for me? Or…?” Mike and Greg exchanged a glance before nodding at each other. “I mean, asking for a break isn’t saying no I guess,” Greg mused. “And I’ve never done anything like…” I continued, gesturing around the room, “This… So, can we move slow. I think I might get overwhelmed otherwise.” “Mike,” Greg said, walking over to the leather cross, before starting to strap the cuffs to his wrists, “I think we need to demonstrate exactly what Riley here can expect.” “Babe, I think it’s time to give the boy here his first lesson in hardcore man-sex,” Mike replied, shoving the poppers into a small pouch on his harness before smacking the whip in his free hand.

Just a heads up that if the site changes it's look dramatically not to be concerned. The software that runs the site will be getting a major version update. I won't upgrade to the initial new version - I'll wait a couple, but it will happen at some point in the next few months. When that happens… The look of the site will change somewhat (not sure how much) You will no longer be able to login with your user name - you'll need to use your email address "Status updates" will no longer be supported (e.g. the twitter like messages that are in the sidebar of the home page) There will be changes to the tagging system. The "editor" you use to add messages to threads will change. You'll see "..." when someone is typing a new message, and then it will appear without needing to refresh. (and other changes) I'll post in this thread just before the upgrade. I will probably wait until late April to do the upgrade…

Working from home today - hooked up with a 25 year old guy I've been chatting to for a while. He said he's "always been a bit bi" and has recently split from his girlfriend, so looking for a bit of action. He's quite a big guy (which I really like) and told me he was a bit self conscious about what he called his "fat arse". I told him not to worry - that was the bit I was looking forward to the most! We got together and enjoyed every minute of sucking and rimming each other. Then he bent over my desk with his pants and trousers down and I went up him bareback. He had a fantastic arse - and a very tight hole - and I loved fucking him. I lasted quite a bit longer than I thought I would and gave him a long, hard fuck, which he loved. After a while I was ready to cum and didn't hold back - I hadn't cum for quite a few days so he got a good big load up him. There's something very satisfying about squirting a nice big load up the arse of a guy who's just told you he's not on Prep.

My uncle was a poz total stud muscle man, 13 years older than me. When I was eighteen I had a threesome with him and a blond HS wrestler. Nothing better than bottoming for them both in a spitroast.

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.

Part 9: My First Spit-roast As I was relishing Robert's load another gentleman got behind me and put his cock into my leaking toxic hole. By this point I was starting to get cock drunk. Just as my new cock bottomed out a very handsome granddaddy of a man sat in front of me with his cock leaking like a faucet. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started gulping down his precum as fast as I could. Like I said earlier I loved being the center of attention and allowing these gorgeous men to use me for their pleasure. I don't even remember their names because I was too lost in loving two cocks in me at the same time. My lover fucking my dirty toxic hole felt like he had a nice thick cock. And he was in no hurry using my hole. My lover whose cock I was enjoying in my mouth wasn't thick. But he definitely had some length on him. Luckily all the precum he was producing made it easier for me to eventually deep throat his cock. These two gentlemen had great stamina. I quickly realized I loved a nice long fucking. At some point granddaddy grabbed me by the back of my head and gave me a wonderful face fucking. As granddaddy fucked my face the gentleman behind started pounding my hole fast and furious. Fuck what a feeling. I honestly thought once they began fucking me in unison that they would cum. I was wrong. They just wanted to see what I was capable of. I was truly being used for their pleasure and everyone's entertainment. After probably about five minutes of fucking both of my holes mercilessly they both slowed down and granddaddy allowed to suck his cock at my pace and the gentleman behind me started long dicking my hole. After probably around fifteen minutes granddaddy was the first to cum. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and shoved his cock all the way down my throat as he started cumming. I had no choice but to swallow it. Like I was going to waste any of it anyway. This sent my lover that was fucking my hole over the edge as he started cumming as well. My lover in my ass pulled out first and I there was so much cum leaking from my hole. I knew there had to be a nice puddle underneath me. Granddaddy had finished cumming by this point and ever so slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth. Again Daddy got down beside me and kissed me. I thanked Daddy again and told him I was really thirsty. Daddy knew exactly what I meant so he motioned for Robert to come back over. Robert looked down at me grinning and put his gorgeous toxic cock in my mouth. He then started releasing his toxic piss down my throat and I swallowed every delicious drop. As he finished peeing he bent down and ever so gently bit my lips. It wasn't painful and it wasn't long and he had given me a small cut. He had a little bit of pee still in his slit and proceeded to wipe it across my new cut. Daddy saw what Robert did and told him how naughty that was. This workout was just getting started and more intense than anything I had ever done weight wise. What happened next was so hot that it shocked me that I could handle it.

New top breeder last night. Instead of my usual chat as an introduction I was more direct. Found a guy online, 5 mins away. Messaged him ‘I want you to fuck me’. Sufficed to say, it worked, 5 mins later I was round his flat sucking his cock, 30 mins later I had an arse full of cum!

An old fuck bud was in town yesterday, unbeknownst to me, and he randomly hit me up on social media. After a brief exchange he let it be known he wanted both my holes. Let me tell you, he's got an uncut nine inch cock that can reach places inside my throat and ass that few ever touch, so even though it was late work day for me, I jumped in the shower to prep. I'll never say no to this cock. 45 minutes later, he's on his way to my place and it's like time never stopped. We make out for about thirty seconds before getting naked with his cock growing down my throat. Jump to my bedroom for more of me sucking that magnificent specimen until I needed it inside me. There aren't enough swear words to describe the initial pain, when he first entered my ass, but that pain quickly became pleasure. He is about a 9x6 Brazilian monster cock. After about 10 minutes of deep dicking me, he dumped the first load in me, coating my insides. The best part is that he can cum multiple times in one session and over the next 40 minutes churned and added three more loads to my well used hole. He can also make me cum hands free. Gonna have to book a trip to see him on his own turf, but four loads in just under an hour was exactly what I needed today. Especially since I can still feel his cum inside me.

I was a freshman and he was a senior. We had just come back inside from playing soccer. He was a tall, dark, and muscular jock. My locker was next to his. I would watch him disrobe and take off his jock. As he walked to the showers, I would stare, mesmerised by his enormous cock. I would follow him into the shower and watch as he cleaned that massive fuck stick. I would get so hot and hard I had to run into the stall and beat off. I think he knew I watched him and he would tease me. I can remember his silken chest hair, his little moustache, and that massive dick. I dreamed of him forcing me onto my knees to suck his cock and swallow every drop. I used to pray this would happen every time we had PE. Sadly, he graduated and moved away. I still think about him sometimes and what could have been. I know he would have destroyed my hole. Fuck!! It gives me chills thinking about him raping my asshole over and over again.

Took a friend for a 3 day road trip. I made the accomodation bookings which all featured one double bed. First night settled for rimming him, sucking him off and swallowing his cum. Second night he fucked and bred me mumbling something about a boyfriend.

My experience is not with twins, but two brothers. They were my cousins and they were only two years apart. We would sneak down into my basement where we had an old mattress. I would start by sucking them off and then each would take a turn fucking my asshole. Most of the time they would finish with me sucking one off while the other pounded my ass. This one time as I asked them to try to DP me. They agreed and it was fucking hot!! I was kissing my one cousin as he drilled me from the bottom and my other cousin on top. I was in the middle of all this hot moaning and grunting, and then . . . , they both finished inside me. There was sweat and semen everywhere. As they got older they got girlfriends and moved on, but I was always their first. Now they are married to women. I secretly hope someday we will get to meet again.

As I've gotten older, I've noticed 4 types of changes that have effected how I approach cleaning out. (There are probably more, but these are the ones I think are the most relevant.) First is diet. What goes in effects what comes out. What goes in includes food, drink, and medications. As we age, our preferences for different foods change and use of supplements and medications usually increase. But even if what we consumed stayed the same, we'd still have to deal with the second factor which is changing metabolism. As we age, our metabolism tend to slow and how we process or tolerate foods begin to change. In addition to changing metabolism, there is the third factor -- changes in muscle tone. For bottoms engaging in anal sex, loss of tone or control of the inner sphincter means that you need to clean out more of the colon since the sphincter can no longer do it's job as efficiently. And finally, I think there is a change in lifestyle activities and a change in perception of what "clean" actually means. When I was younger, I cleaned out of a particular hook up and not an attempt to be clean for an extended period of time at a bathhouse, for example. At that time I was just trying to be Clean Enough for Right Now, and not really concerned with being squeaky clean on the inside for hours long sessions. I also think the pandemic changed some habits and increased awareness of sanitary practices. Put all those things together, and I find I spend more time trying to do a more thorough job than I did when I was younger.

[Moderator's Note: This is an updated/improved version of a post which has now been deleted.] "You drive," he said as the three of us went through the turnstile at the exit of the bookstore. Again, it wasn't a question. "OK. Over here," I said, pointing to my car. I unlocked the doors and climbed in the driver's seat. "Preston and Broadway, right?" "No, drive us to 39th and Cecil," he said. "We got business to do first." I had no ideas where Cecil Street was, so I headed down Main toward 39th street. The deepest, darkest part of West End Louisville. Muhammad Ali, Quincy Jones, Malcolm X had all lived in the area at one time or another. As we passed 10th, the rows of housing projects started. At 17th, I started noticing lots of people in the streets, like we were in a public park. By 25th, the hookers were put. As we neared 39th, I noticed quite a few black boys and men in streets or on the porches passing cigarettes, joints, or pipes back and forth. My big daddy guided me to a tall, three story behemoth of a structure that at one time must have been a mansion. Today, it was boarded up, caked with dirt and dust, and looked like it could fall down at any second. It was also loaded with people, who were spilling out the doors, sitting in windows, or strewn on the lawn in various stages of intoxication. They were brazen with either open drug use, fighting, or public sex, and no cops were in sight. They knew better. This area was lost and there was no getting it back. The new Wild West - no police, no authority, and no rules beyond those of the street. I would get to know this house very well over the next ten months. For tonight though, I was concerned. Ok, not concerned - I was scared shitless. "Park over there," he ordered, pointing about a half block down the street. "There's room over there," I said, pointing to an area near the front of the house. "Bitch, I said to park over there!" he said firmly as he grabbed my forearm and squeezed hard, "Damn.... damn! OK," I said as I glided the car to a stop alongside the curb. "Come on," he said. I followed the two men toward the building, and it felt like I was walking with Moses as we got closer. Anyone on the sidewalk stepped off it and out of our way when we got within ten feet or so. They all stopped talking and and few of them stared at us, but most of them just looked away as we passed. We got to the front door and a very pretty black girl in a bikini greeted us. "Well, holy shit, look who it is." She knew him. And apparently hated him deeply - her voice was a mixture of mockery anddisgust. "And with an entourage, too," she said. She looked me squarely in the eye and turned up her lip. "This your new pussy?" She asked. "Shut the fuck up, Sis, and tell Ken I'm back. And I want a brick." "A brick, damn!" She never took her eyes off of me. "You in trouble, sweetie," she said. "You in it deep!" She turned and went inside. "Follow her," he said as we entered the house. The interior was as unappealing as the exterior, but the dozens of people inside didn't seem to notice. Most were either dead asleep, smoking something, or shooting up. The others were engaged in some sort of sexplay in various combinations and numbers. I was thinking about the syringe again as I wastched a young, naked muscular black boy shooting up while an older white woman sucked his long, flaccid cock. Was it the sex going on making me so hard, or the thought of getting high again? The girl ducked into a room and within a minute came out with a paper grocery bag. We followed her into another room where she locked the door and dumped out the contents of the Kroger bag onto the room's only furniture - a twin bed. He made a low whistle as he sorted through it all. I saw something square wrapped in aluminum foil, glass pipes of various sizes and shapes, a cheap looking spoon (all bent up and burned), a few bags of white or ivory colored powder, a few lighters, and best of all, about a dozen syringes. He opened the aluminum foil and stuck hs ginger in. He licked it off. "Nice. Strong junk," he said to his sister. "Only the best for you," she said sexily as she moved closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh and moved it up toward his crotch. "I'm gonna fix you, don't worry," he said, annoyed. "But I ain't gonna fuck you anymore." "Faggot," she said angrily. Like a flash of lightning, his hand shot out and he hit her right on her temple. "Whore," he said as she crumpled down to the floor. "Junkie." With watery eyes, she said, "Thanks to you, fucker, brother." He wasn't listening. He had turned his attention to the assortment of supplies and handed me a glass pipe with a large chamber at the top, filled...no, stuffed...with white powder. "Smoke it," he said. I put the pipe to my lips as he flicked the lighter. A plume of smoke came out of the top. "Now, draw," he said. I could see the inside of the glass pipe turn white. I sucked on it, blew out a white cloud, and repeated. He handed me the lighter as he turned back to the bed. I don't recall how much time I spent smoking, but as I was watching his sister dreamily rubbing her arm as he removed a syringe, the guy who was with us took the pipe from me and told daddy, "Dragin's out." I was high - beyond it, actually, and Horner than I had ever been. "Whaaaa...I whaannnnaaa get fucked," I slurred. I don't know what came over me, but I crawled toward his sister, climbed on top and slid my cock into her hole as she pushed her tongue is n my mouth. An second or an hour later, I felt my daddy's huge cock pushing into me and then pounding my ass, hard, I forgot all about the girl under me, and concentrated on that hard, huge pole fucking me. And fucking me, And fucking me, And then, a blinding white flash, a huge surge of energy, and every cell in of my body was wrapped in the largest, most blinding, mind-numbing orgasm I gad ever experienced in my nineteen years. I was cumming from my hole and it stretched my being as it shot outward to my extremities. My hole pulsed and spammed, my clock was shooting, and my body was shaking, and the I heard him moan, and as he came in me, he kept pumping hard, gard, harder. Bye was chanting, " Ooh baby....yeah...filling you......giving you my poison...knocking you up, bitch....fuck yeah." And that's the last thing I recall before waking up on my stomach with someone fucking my ass. I tried to turn to see who it was, but my head was smashed onto the floor and held there. All I could see was a dark Palm and a long, thick black dinger as my head was held against the floor. I couldn't move. I didn't want to, really. The fucking increased in speed and intensity, but I was feeling no pain at all. I was floating, delicious waves of warmth enveloping me like a hug, and I started fucking back at the cock entering me. "Yeah, bitch," the man said over and over until he grunted. "I'm cumming in you, bitch," he said. "Awwwwwr," he grunted, as he pushed in hard and started cumming. "Yeah," he whispered, "I'm filling you up, baby. Marking you....fuck, you a good whore. Worth every penny....." he throbbed in me, depositing his load in me until he relaxed. The hand left my head and I felt his breath as he whispered in my ear, "Your pussy got filled up wit my babies," and he withdrew as I laid there, motionless, but my head rolling like I was on a river. I was hornier than ever. I needed fucked, and I knew that I wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

Will be at IML 25, have a Lakeview room, will be taking all loads and off prep.

Part 5: Ball Gets Rolling About 10 minutes later, Guy 3 messages me to tell me he's in the parking lot and about to come in. Glad he did so I could get into position, face down, ass pointed towards the door. I hear him shuffle in and listen to him undress, waiting for that first touch. He runs a finger along my crack, around the plug handle. I heard the lube squirt and a finger probing into my hole around the butt plug. Luckily, I'm stretched enough to handle that? He slowly pulls it out and tosses it aside and then I feel his hot breath on my hole. His tongue flicks around briefly, I think so he can taste and verify that I'm already loaded with spunk. It's not long before he slides up and the head is inside me. I'm pretty well lubed but I can tell this is a monster cock. I still have no idea what this guy looks like as he picks up speed. He pulls me up on all 4s, playing with my nips as he fucks deeper and deeper. This is my first BBC of the night, but I'll get several more. His place is nice and steady and he fucks more for about 10 minutes. This time I have the presence of mind to hand him my phone and him to take some pics. He tires the phone back down next to me and I finally get to see the huge cock that's in me. I'm impressed. Quickly, his thrusts become harder and faster. Without a word, he slams all the way in and I fell his cock throb as he gives me load number 3. He stays inside, still fucking me slowly before he pulls out and comes around for me to suck his cock clean. I finally get to taste the loads from my ass. He pulls out and gets dressed in scrubs, so he must have just come from the medical center down there street. Guy 4 was another BBC who got there soon after. It started off much the same way, but he was much more into touching and kissing. It was a welcome change. I sucked his massive cock for a while first and he gew in my mouth to be even bigger than the last guy. He moved around and started fucking me from behind, with me face down before moving into doogie. He snapped a few pics and shot a short video so I could finally see a cock sliding in and out of my ass. He was very into shifting positions, standing, him lying back with me riding his cock, both kneeling. Then he flipped me around so I was on my back, legs up over his shoulders. We made out passionately as he fucked me for about 20 minutes. By then I was begging for him to shoot his load into me and he was happy to oblige. After he came, we just cuddled for a bit and made out more. Then he told me we had tried to hook up before when I was in town but it hadn't happened. I didn't remember that but I'm glad it happened. Guy 5 was a latin man who had fucked me before. He had hosted me at motel as a cumdump on a previous trip. That one hadn't been well-attended, but he had shot 2 loads up my ass. This time he wanted to have me alone and had waited outside to make sure no one else was there. He was rough and forceful, holding my head while he fucked my mouth. He pulled out and spun me around, slamming my ass hard. Then he fucked me doggie before having me on my back. He was the opposite of the last guy, pinning my legs back so my knees were by my ears. It kinda hurts and he seemed to love that while he raped my ass. I almost had to stop him, but I'm not sure I could have. He came pretty quickly, and I'll admit I liked the way he used me. I was enjoying all the different styles of fucking I was getting, as well as the different cock sizes and shapes. At this point I kinda wanted I load in my mouth, too. I would get one soon.

Absolutely. When a dude slides past that second ring and does so with skill and finesse, I can’t help but want to any and everything he want me to. Make the bed? Wash the clothes? Cook? Clean? It turns me into a love pet, quasi-slave.

Buddy, if you’re really fucking horny your balls will do your thinking for you and you won’t be nervous - just desperate for a warm mouth sucking the sperm outta your nuts. Go do it and enjoy.

Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”

Thanks for the insight. I am 44 and 50 is coming up soon. I currently have a 20 min rule. If I am not clean in 20 it’s not happening. No issues so far. I have always been big on Fiber and my diet to keep regular.

This us good stuff!

I love dad/son play but prefer the son do the topping. For me there's nothing hotter than a 20 something using me for their pleasure. LOVE young guys, so horny and ready to go multiple rounds. So damn fun. Have a buddy who is also in his 50's he loves fucking young twinks. He'll always hit me up when he finds one that wants 2 daddies. We've topped our share of boys wanting some hung daddy dick.

Permanent erections, bj for the first time. Very fun!

I love daddy role playing with older men. Older men take their time and I enjoy the passion they exude. I’m currently playing with this 64 y/o who fucks and breeds my asshole. He is my daddy and I am his son. We have to be quiet because mommy is downstairs. Mommy doesn’t satisfy him so I get to. This RP gets us both so hot, he ends up shooting ropes of cum inside me. I love your pics. I would play with you anytime. Breed me daddy!!

If this happens, be very careful. You do not want Giardia or (MUCH WORSE!) amoebas. I've had giardia several times...the first was when I was 18 and still living at home. God that sucked. My ex had amoebas which took forever to get diagnosed because the doctor was an asshole and wouldn't run the fucking test. Either one of these will involve heavy doses of antibiotics, usually flagyl which many people find as unpleasant as the infection. Hep A is AWFUL as well. Usually you get it from contaminated food. The sickest I've ever been in my life. Two weeks of not doing much but sleeping and drinking water. A great diet. 😝

I have a time/distance travel rule. Ideally, the play is twice as long as the round drip travel time, but never less than the round trip travel time. 30 minute each way needs to be between 1 (minimum) and 2 hours of play. If I get pushback I tell them if I'm making a commitment of my time and resources, they need to make a corresponding commitment of their time and effort. I had a character on Sniffies tell me he had a proposal for me. He asked me to pick up a traveling guy he wanted to play with from his place and drive him to the hosts place. That was a 45 minute one-way trip. He didn't say what was in it for me, so I asked him what the inducement would be. It hadn't occurred to him he'd need one! He muddled about and said that I could watch. It astounds me what some guys have the gall, the effrontery, to expect from strangers. I passed.

That's how I like it too, one guy after another. I love it when the tops look after each other by sharing my hole equally. When the guy that's fucking me says "who's next" is so hot

I want old grandpa's to breed me so badly. Especially in their 70's and 80's. It's been hard to find. I just want grand dad cum deep in my hole. Love to be a cumdump for a group of grandpa's.

Oh, he’s a fool. Two bottoms can have lots of fun. Trust me!

I’m above some, below some … in this thread and in bed. I love being vers! 😈 in January, I took 23 loads up the ass and pumped 37 loads up ass. I remember swallowing several loads and I’m sure some of my buddies sucked me off. 2025 total: given 37 taken 23

I'm not picky, but I reserve the right to choose. I have turned guys away at the glory hole for hygiene reasons many times; I am not sucking your dick that hasn't been properly washed since Obama was in office. I had to kick this top off of me last weekend while taking loads as he had a short dick and couldn't get it inside me - I'm not a size queen, but you have to be big enough to keep it inside. He was about to hurt my hole and ruin my night with all the poking and prodding he was unsuccessfully doing. I had three big dicks right after him and took them w/o issue, because the guys that they were attached to knew how to use them - I didn't know how they looked in the face, but the dicks were nice and so were they. Also some guys just give off bad or creeper vibes - I don't want some weirdo stealing my phone. I'm not turning people away for not looking like Henry Cavill, but you have to be hygienic, and not a weirdo, and know how to lay pipe without injuring me.

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.)

PART 3 - Fun at the seedy motel –the Straight Thug Objects “Told you I was a freak, now let’s chill a bit. Need a drink, then we’ll see about getting up.” In part 2 Derrick had just finished shooting a third load up my ass while I shot my poz cum into someone else. Derrick was sitting at the table in the motel room, which was still covered with empty beer bottles, coke cans, food wrappers, a couple ashtrays with cigarettes in various stages of being smoked, and his pipe and supplies. So, cum tally at the end of part 2: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 3 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in, and “Told you I was a freak, now let’s chill a bit. Need a drink, then we’ll see about getting up,” Derrick said as he sat at the table, still naked, but his dick was clean as I had licked it clean after his load. The curtains were still open a little on the end, but I didn’t care anymore. Hell, whoever had wanted to had watched me get fucked by two different guys, watched me unload in a hooker’s cunt, and more – so screw it. I was too buzzed to care anymore. I looked at my watch and it was now about 9:30 p.m., I had been with Derrick for about 5 hours now and my week long vacation and plan on getting as much dick and cum as I could was off to an amazing start! I was not tired at all as between sleeping in late that day, and the rock in the pipe, I was wired and up. My ass was sore though, and when I sat down at the table with him realized just how tender my hole was now. But I liked it, it was “I know I have just been fucked good” sore, so I embraced it and looked forward to what else the night might bring. Derrick got up to use the bathroom, but told me to make him a Jack and Coke. The Coke was now a little warm, and the Jack Daniels bottle was now empty as I poured the last of it into a plastic cup I found by the bathroom sink. As I went to get the cup I watched a second as Derrick was pissing, a long steady stream, and right then wanted nothing more than to taste it. When he came back out, I handed him the cup with the JD and Coke, noticed his dick head looked a little wet, and knelt down and licked the remaining piss off his dick. Then sat back in the chair. Derrick gave me that evil grin again, but didn’t say anything and took a swig of his drink and lit a cigarette. I wanted to ask him about where he was from, if he was straight or what, but figured best to just keep quiet and not ruin the fun. If Derrick wanted to tell him he would, so I opened another beer, which was totally warm now. We made some small talk, about really nothing, Derrick finished off his JD and Coke, looked at the empty bottle. “Need to hit the liquor store before they close, get some more JD, beer, bag of ice, and those little pills they sell behind the counter to keep your dick hard. This good shit does that too, but I am going to keep fucking you if you can take it. Can you take it some more?” I was still horny as hell and wanted to be the biggest cum pig I could, so said hell yeah, I could handle anything he had - LOL – little did I know my mouth would get me into trouble on that one. We got into his car and as we drove out of the parking lot I noticed there were a lot more cars now then when we came in and more people standing around outside. No one seemed to pay us any mind, so we drove to a liquor store about 5 minutes away. I gave Derrick some cash, asked him to grab some chips or something too, and soon we were back to the motel. This time Derrick entered the far end of the parking lot and drove completely around the motel real slow as he looked at the cars and folks standing outside. I thought maybe he was looking for the tall guy again. He parked, we went back into the room, he made another drink, and told me to pour the ice into the bathroom sink to chill the beers that had gone warm. Once we got settled Derrick pulled his pipe out, opened the plastic bag that still had a bunch of rock in it, and said, “You ready?” I shook my head yes, finished my beer, then took my clothes off. Derrick was still dressed as he handed me the pipe, used the lighter, and let me take a few big hits. He then did the same, sat back and let it kick in a little. I was ready – I wanted his dick in me and got up to kneel in front of him to suck him again. “No,” Derrick said, “Got something else planned. Now take a few more big hits, then bend over the end of the bed.” So I took the hits, went to the end of the bed and bent over. The opening in the curtains gave a clear shot of me bent over to anyone who walked by who bothered to look. While the room lights were not that bright, they were bright enough, so I knew my white ass was being seen. Derrick grabbed his keys, “I’ll be right back,” and he left. I knelt on the floor then and laid my chest on the bed on top of a couple pillows, waiting for Derrick to return. My dick was hard thinking about him or the tall guy fucking me again. He was barely gone a couple minutes when I heard him opening the door. Derrick walked in and behind him walked in this big monster of a man. This dude was maybe a little shorter then the tall guy, but not by much, and built thick and broad like a football player. He also had a bit of a gut that stuck out through his open jacket and short buzzed hair. He looked rough – total street thug type and maybe mid-40’s. “What the fuck - that ain’t no pussy!” the new guy said. “You said you had some pussy here needing to be fucked damn it!” “Relax my man,” Derrick said, “I told you I had some good white pussy and that is some GOOD white pussy that is ready for any black dick that needs to fuck. Alright? I told you I’d take care of you, now here, just chill, sit a sec, and hit this shit. Got some good shit, so chill man, OK?” I was ready to run at that point, this dude was not happy and figured I could hide in the bathroom if I had too, but he just glared at me a second longer, then sat at the table. I didn’t dare to move to just stayed kneeling at the end of the bed as Derrick put some rock in the pipe and handed it to the new guy. The guy glared at me again, but took the pipe, several big hits, passed it back to Derrick, and I could see him visibly relax a little as the rock kicked in. He closed his eyes a little, licked his lips a few time, and said, “Got a drink?” Derrick handed him the bottle of JD and his plastic cup, the guy pored some in the cup, did it as shot, then set the bottle on the table. “Better man?” Derrick asked him. The guy shook his head, “Yeah.” Derrick handed the pipe to him again and said, “See man, good shit, I told you, now I know that shit makes a dick hard, so let the pussy suck it for you a little, it’ll feel good, telling you man, real good.” The big guy did not reply right away, just closed his eyes a little again and licked his lips then said, “Alright, but turn off the fucking lights.” Derrick got up, turned off the lights, closed the opening in the curtains, as the guy hit the pipe. “Now suck him,” Derrick said. I was still unsure about this, but the guy had taken another hit, had his head back and had spread his legs a little, so I scooted over in front of him. By the light coming in from around the edges of the curtain, and the bathroom and TV, the dude was even scarier up close. “You good man?” Derrick asked, and the big guy just grunted, so I reached up and rubbed the bulge that was showing in his pants. Fucking Christ – his dick was as big as he was! It felt like a monster! He did not stop me so I began to work at his fly and could not get it open. He then stood up abruptly scaring the shit out of me, undid his belt, opened his pants, let them drop to the floor, then sat back down in the chair and grabbed the pipe again. FUCK that dick was HUGE! Not only was it quite a bit longer than Derrick’s, but it was very thick and round with a massive head on it. I was stunned and not quite sure, but reached out, lifted it with my hands, slowly peeled the foreskin back, and started rubbing my tongue around the head. “Hmmm,” the big guy moaned. Derrick lit his pipe up and watched as I licked the head and started licking up and down the shaft. I then worked to get the head in my mouth. It was difficult at that angle, but I finally got the head in and felt my jaws scream as I opened wide to swallow as much dick as I could. I sucked him for a little while and had spit and drool running out of my mouth as I tried to manage that monster dick. As he got harder I started to gag as I went down on him, which seemed to turn him on as he began thrusting his hips a little, which made me gag even more. I started to pull my head off his dick and he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, pushed my head down onto his dick and thrust up at the same time. His dick suddenly filled my throat my completely and I could not breathe! Tears started streaming down my face as I gagged and tried to breathe, trying to pull off, but he was not letting go, just tried pushing his dick deeper down my throat. Finally, after it felt like I was going to pass out, “Yo man, hit this shit again,” Derrick said. The big guy let go, and I pulled myself off his dick and sat back trying to catch my breath. Holy fuck – the asshole was trying to kill me! Derrick laughed a little, “Was not so bad now huh? Told you I would take care of you big man.” The big guy took the pipe, did not say anything, and did a few more hits. Derrick kept talking, “So you know man, got this pussy opened up for you, bet it could take you if you want to fuck – you know nothing feels better with this good shit then a nice hot pussy wrapped around your dick so you can bust that nutt – you feel me?” The big guy just looked at Derrick, handed him the pipe, “Yeah, OK, but you need to leave. I like to fuck a long time and I don’t want nobody watching me.” Derrick said, “Ain’t gonna happen. My room, my shit, so you either gonna do this or you ain’t.” The big guy said, “OK, but I got to piss,” and stood up and went to the bathroom and closed the door. I stood up and told Derrick I did not think I could take it, he was way too big. “You’ll be alright, you can take it, I got you nice and opened up and I know that hole is gonna like this. Here, you better do some big hits, you are really gonna need it this time. And don’t disappoint me, because I want to see that hole wide open and if you do a good job I got some more bull nutt myself to put up there.” With that, he put a big piece of rock on the pipe and had me take several huge hits. The guy was still in the bathroom, so Derrick took a hit, then handed me the pipe again, “You just open up – let him in – OK, just open up. You told me you could handle anything I had, so you better handle this.” I shook my head and was now feeling a little dizzy as the rock kicked in and the rush of euphoria made me feel hot from head to toe. Derrick squirted a big gob of lotion in his hand, reached out, and started rubbing it in my hole. I bent forward a little and he roughly shoved three fingers up my ass, then a fourth and worked them around. It hurt, but the cool from the lotion felt good. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” Derrick said. So I walked back to the end of the bed and got in position. The big guy came out of the bathroom, shut the bathroom light off, went to turn the TV off, but Derrick said, “No, I am going to watch. Here take another hit then you can hit that pussy, OK? OK? We’re just having a little fun and got some good white pussy for you to fucking breed. You said you needed some pussy tonight, well big man I’m taking care of that. So hit this pipe, then I want to see you fuck that white pussy like you want? You know? You just take it, that pussy ain’t going nowhere, so you enjoy it.” The big guy walked over to Derrick and I looked to the side as he stood there taking the hit. The shadow of that monster dick against the light from the window was amazing, but scared the hell out of me. I still didn’t think I could take it, but didn’t see much choice. I held the pillows under me tighter, opened the poppers and started taking big hits. The poppers mixed with the rock made me feel even more out of it. I was shocked back to reality as I felt the guy press between my legs and a stream of lotion flow into my crack. I put my head down as I heard him lube up his dick and looked to the side as Derrick was sitting there stroking his cock in the chair closest to the end of the bed. The big guy then started pressing the head of his dick against my hole. He didn’t say a word, just pushed his dick. My hole was open from all the fucking, but still resisted and the big guy pushed harder. My world exploded as that monster head popped through the outer ring and into my ass. I yelped, swore, saw stars and thought I was going to pass out from the pain, but that did not stop him, he just kept pushing his dick, trying to open me up. By reflex I tried to run from that dick and pull away, but his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me back towards him. “Yeah man, want to see you rape that white pussy good,” Derrick said, “That’s it, open that pussy up, yeah man, you fuck it like you want, bet you ain’t had pussy you could fuck like you want and cum inside of in a long time.” When did Derrick become an evil bastard? The big guy didn’t say anything, just pushed forward with his hips and pulled me back towards him with his hands. He paused, his dick did not feel like it was that far into me, but it hurt like fucking hell! He shifted his hands up around my waist, tightened his grip, pulled me back a little on the bed, then thrust hard and paused. I saw stars again, yelped even louder, and gasped as that knocked the wind out of me. I tried fumbling with the poppers and spilled more than I was able to sniff, but it helped. The big guy repositioned himself again, pulled back a little then thrust hard again. FUCK – it felt like he was literally splitting me open. I wanted to scream or cry out, but now when I opened my mouth just little whimpering gurgling sounds came out. The pause was even shorter this time as he pulled that monster cock back and thrust, pulled back and thrust. “Put some more lotion on that shit man,” Derrick said, “Then tear up that pussy.” The bastard was urging him on! Fucker. The big guy pulled his cock all the way out of me and that time the cry in my throat came out real loud and Derrick just chuckled. The big guy squirted some more lotion on his dick, I quickly hit the poppers, and then he was pushing that monster head back in. The monster dick head popped in through my outer ring, and I cried out again, loud as I could this time. He pulled all the way out and did it again, making me cry out even louder. I think that turned him on as the head felt even bigger and he pulled it out and popped it through several times real fast. I could barely breath from the pain now and managed to ask him to please stop. He paused and I thought thank God, I can’t take anymore. But Derrick said “Naw man, don’t stop. Told you, fuck that pussy like you want. I want to see that white pussy get raped and you’re the big man to do it, now bust it up.” What? Before I could say another word the big guy started fucking again. This time he was pushing in as far as he could with each thrust of his dick, which took him deeper and deeper up my ass. He blew out the second hole in my ass and kept going. I was whimpering, babbling, and almost crying out loud as he raped my ass and with the firm grip he had on my waist there was no where to run. Through the pain there was a new level of pleasure that I started to feel. While every thrust was excruciating, it was also feeling good too and I knew I was truly being fucked by a monster dick. Totally raw – skin on skin – deeper and harder then I could believe. The big guy kept fucking and I realized my ass must be loosening up for him (not by choice, but force) as he was fucking faster and deeper and the deeper he went, the more ecstasy I felt. I was starting to really get into it when he paused, pushed himself up behind me on his knees onto the bed, then pushed me forward and face down so I was laying flat. The pillows I had placed under my stomach for support were now under my hips, which elevated my hole a little. The big guy laid flat on top of me, reached around, and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand. He spread my ass open, worked his dick in my hole a little deeper, then put his hands back up near my head. His dick was hitting even deeper in the position and my whimpering and yelps of pain started to get louder. I had my head turned to the right thinking Derrick could hear me better and would stop the guy, but he didn’t. One thrust made me cry out really loud and this time the big guy moved his left arm under my neck, and covered my mouth with his hand. I could feel his breath on my ear and side of my face as he placed his head against mine and kept fucking. His mouth must have been open as I felt some spit from him dribble onto my face. He was totally raping me now so I tried to just focus on relaxing and letting him have my ass. I don’t know how long he fucked, it felt like forever as he laid on me pumping his raw dick in and out of my ass. I was having a hard time breathing between his hand over my mouth and his weight on me, but he did not seem to care. He started to moan and grunt and his fucking got a little faster and rougher. “That’s it man – breed that white pussy with that nutt – rape that nutt up there,” Derrick said, “Rape it harder, MAKE IT HURT!” The big guy’s moaning got louder and his grip on my face tightened – he then stopped fucking and started a guttural moan, “Uuhhhh, Uhhhh, UHHHHH” and started fucking harder and faster again. He was pulling almost all the way out and slamming in now and moaning ‘UHHHHH’ – he paused again and this time I felt his cock swell, and quiver as he started to shoot, “FUCK,” he said he as cummed way up in my guts. His orgasm rocked his body, and he then moved his hand away from my mouth, took his arm from under my neck and just lay on top of me breathing hard. It seemed like he stayed like that for a couple minutes as I felt his dick soften up inside me. I still felt full, but could tell he was not hard anymore. His dick slid out of my ass, he rolled off me, stood up, and went into the bathroom. I was still trying to catch my breath when Derrick said, “Told you you would take it,” and laughed a little. “Got this bull fucking hard hearing you cry like that you nasty little fuck, now just stay like that.” No problem, I couldn’t move. I heard the water in the tub running, the toilet flush, and the big guy came out. Derrick said, “Yo man, that was good huh?” The big guy was still breathing heavy and just said, “Yeah,” and proceeded to put his pants on and got dressed. “You up for freaking again later? Want to hit that pussy again” Derrick asked him. The big guy said, “Yeah, OK, if I can get some more of that good shit you got. That’ll work. I’m always horny as fuck when I wake up. If you still up, here’s my room number, should be up around 4:30 a.m.” And with that he left. Again? Fuck no. Not me. Derrick then opened the end of the curtains a little like before, walked over to the bed, “Now I’m gonna give you some more bull nutt,” as he climbed onto the bed, got on my back, and in one push shoved his cock balls deep into me. I barely flinched after the fuck I just took and the thought of him working the big guy’s cum into my guts made my dick hard and I started to beg him to fuck me, fuck me harder, please fuck it. Derrick grabbed my shoulders and fucked like there was no tomorrow. He was already close, “Let me hear you cry, take this nutt in that raped pussy, take this bull nutt, oh yeah yeah yeah…….” And Derrick shot his load. When he was finished he stood up, turned the lights on, and knelt back on the bed. He pushed my legs open, spread my cheeks, and probed at my hole with his fingers. “DAMN you’re open, and my man tore you up, nice mix of blood and cum back here. You been FUCKED!” as he laughed a little. Blood? Damn, well I was sure that whatever Derrick had and the big guy had I had too. The thought of them pozzing me even more made my dick even stiffer. What else did they give me? Derrick got off the bed, sat at the table, and I got up to use the bathroom. My ass was totally open and a mix of blood, cum, ass juice, and lotion started coming out. Damn – no wonder my ass hurt. I thought I was sore before! I finished, went back out to the room and sat at the table. Derrick gave me that evil grin, “You a freak boy. I like that. Glad I ran into you and you take some good dick. You want some more?” So, cum tally at the end of part 3: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 4 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in 1 load from the big guy who tore me up Stay tuned for part 4 – Dick in the alley in trade and fresh jail dick

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

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.....

I went to Mount Morris Baths in Manhattan last night and it was the sleaziest place I've ever been. When I walked in I smelled oil burning from an oil burner. The place was dirty and was a cross between a prison and a YMCA. It just oozed of sex. I don't think they renovated since it opened in the twenties. I walked around to get a feel for the place. There was an open area filled with bunk bed styled beds (not sure what happens there but will be back to fund out). Then I went to the shower,steam room, sauna and pool area. I didn't have the stomach to go into the pool but I did go into the sauna. When I opened the door there were five black guys fucking and sucking in there. Something you don't see much of here in NYC. My presence didn't seem to stop them and I quickly joined in. I was getting my dick sucked by this guy who was getting fucked. Then this other guy came over and started to suck me off. After a few minutes I turned him around and fucked him. It was HOT, there were 3 of us fucking 3 guys as others came in watched. After I dumped my load in him another guy moved in and took over. I went back to my "cell" room and left the door open. I was lying on my bed face down when this big black guy came in and without a word started fucking me. He kept pulling out which I found odd. I finally gave up and said lets take a break. When he left I saw a big load of cum on the bed and realized he'd pulled out because he'd cum. So I did the next best thing and licked it off the bed. Then I cruised the rooms and went into this Latin guy's room. He had one of the biggest uncut cocks I've ever seen. We sucked each other off till he turned me over and started to fuck me. It wasn't easy. I needed a lot of lube and poppers. I was getting sore and couldn't take much more, so I told him I was ready to cum. He then pulled out. I then I put his cock back in me. He said "what are you doing" and I told him to shoot inside me. He kept saying "NO" "NO" as he moaned and groaned and his muscled jerked and shot his load in me. I guess "NO" really does sometimes mean "YES." I must say I really loved the decadent and sleazy atmosphere of the place but wish it wasn't so well lit. For anyone who's interested, its still a great place to visit.

I loved laying there, getting fucked by a few dozen man. With red hood you get fucked almost only BB So how was i for you? did you go there?

Really? I have younger men hit on me all the time. So many guys have daddy issues. Learn to play the daddy role play game if you haven't already.

Most of my grandpa friends do not want anyone younger than about 60, so I'm not allowed to ask needy guys like you, Christopher, to join us. I do not understand this at all myself. I love them young. I think the ideal age is 30 to 45, but guys in their 20s have a lot going for them too.

I’m surprised the highest option is 200. I had to go back and see if the question set a time period. i surpass 200 a year.

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!

1992 The early 90's were so liberating for me -- in some ways. I'd accepted that I was a gay man, but had no idea what to do with that information. I went to the adult bookstore and bought porn mags and porn videos...and that was pretty much the extent of my sex life. I was barely in my 20's and could beat off four to five times an evening back then. Like most of us, straight and gay, I developed a special devotion to one or two porn stars in particular. There was one spectacular guy who I guess was one of the most famous gay idols of that period. I won't even use his initials here because some of you would know exactly who I'm talking about. He made some great videos and was mostly a top, but occasionally bottomed. Some of his movies were strictly 'safe sex' and some were as raw as could be. He did a lot of magazine spreads at the time. I'm sure the "profiles" were pure fiction, but I bought into the fantasy. My favorite photo was in a magazine called "Inches" and it just showed him sitting bare-ass on a couch with his huge, fat boner pointing straight up. The accompanying quote said something like "I love to feel a guy's throat muscles work on the shaft of my dick." I looked at that pic all the time and tried to imagine how in the world that would even fit in my mouth - let alone down my throat. I found out through one of the alternative newspapers they stacked in the lobby of my apartment building, that the guy I'll just call "Star" was in town for the weekend. He was going to be "dancing" at two different places. One was a porn movie theater on a street where two or three murders happened each week -- the other was at a gay bar I drove past all the time. I immediately called my friend Benjamin and told him the news. He knew already. Benjamin was a little short queen with a huge personality. He knew everybody and had been everywhere -- including the scary porn theater. I admitted how much I loved "Star" and really wanted to see him in person. "And what do you think will happen?" He was going to lecture me. He had that tone. "Do you think your eyes will meet and he'll quickly whisk you off to his hotel and fuck your brains out?" No, but yeah. I didn't know what I expected...maybe at least an autograph? "Let me tell you about these guys. Most of them are fucked in the head and on every single drug you can name. They are smaller in person than they look on film. They all take steroids and that causes acne which they cover with heavy makeup. Some of them are straight , but your guy isn't. They are all out to hustle for a buck. Oh, and they have major STD's in every hole." Is it crazy that none of this phased me in the least? I kept him on the phone a little longer and begged him to go to that bar with me Saturday night. "Can't. But I CAN share a little tidbit with you even though I probably shouldn't...." I waited. He sighed and then reported that Star was staying in town a few extra days to do escort work. Benjamin had no idea how much he charged or any other details except a phone number which I wrote down as he said each digit over the phone. "I have to go now. Do what you think you have to do, and call me afterward", he said as a goodbye. Click. So Saturday came and I went out to tan, get a haircut and buy a few new shirts. I still imagined I'd be going to the bar that night. I even bought a few bottles off wine to chill. Around 8 pm, I got dressed and combed my hair several times. I still wasn't ready to do this so I poured a glass of wine and turned on some music. Nope. I couldn't make myself leave. I poured another glass, sat down with phone and called the number. Oh God, what if HE answered? No. He was probably out already. I got a messenger service and the very pleasant lady took my name and number. "Are you calling about having a meeting?". she inquired. "No. Yes. Yes, I am." "I'll make a note of that", she said sweetly. We hung up and that was that. I'd never sleep now. I finished the bottle of wine and watched MTV until bleariness forced me to bed. I woke up with a slight headache the next morning, but some coffee and a few aspirin cleared that up fast. I looked at my phone like it was a bomb ready to explode. What had I done? I just wouldn't answer it if it rang...I'd take a shower, do some work and get myself collected for a new week. That's pretty much what I was doing when the bomb went off.... RING, RING, RING "Hello?" "Uh...is this Rodney?" "Yes it is." "If you don't know the voice - this is Star. You want to meet up pretty soon?" My brain was connected directly to my crotch when my mouth said "Absolutely!" "You sound young, Are you of legal age?" He sounded tired. "I'm almost 23". "OK. Here's the deal. You can come to where I am and stay for an hour-long date that'll cost you 150 dollars....or I can come to you for the same amount of time and it'll be 200 dollars. No checks. Cash only". I was unprepared for any of this. "I'll come to you!" He gave me the address and I was sort of surprised that it was very close to where I lived. Walking distance. "I got poppers,grass and liquor and other assorted things. If you want rubbers, bring them yourself. 7 pm work for you?" "Sure. I'll see you soon". "Don't forget...cash only." I knew just where he was. It wasn't a hotel -- it was a building full of furnished apartments. I also knew there was an ATM on that corner. Swell. Now I just had to make myself do it. Wine! I had a full bottle that I could finish off in the next 90 minutes. A lot of my friends took Xanax and bragged about how wonderful it was, but my doctor was a mean old lady who would never prescribe something like that. I turned my insides purple with wine that I quickly gulped while watching CNN. People were starting to talk about this Bill Clinton guy quite a bit. After emptying that bottle, I was cruising down the sidewalk. Condoms! I'd forgotten I was supposed to bring some. Oh whatever. Here was the ATM. I withdrew 300 bucks (that was my bank's limit) and just shoved the bills in my pocket. And then I was there at the building. Usually you have to be buzzed in to these places, but the door was open. Apartment # 14.... knock knock And there HE was. The eyes and hair color was the only things I recognized. He looked somewhat obliterated. His face was sunken in like he was starving and his body was not nearly as Greek God-like as I imagined. He was just as tall as he looked on film. He looked like he'd just got out of bed. He was wearing a ratty Styx t-shirt, striped pajama bottoms and flip-flops. He hadn't showered in a day or two. But I looked at him brightly as if he were the idol I'd always imagined him to be. My face betrayed nothing. He broke into a smile of jacked-up yellowish teeth. "Rodney??" "Yep. That's me. I'm probably early. Sorry." "No, no". he shook his head, "I was expecting anything except a normal guy". He led me inside and closed the door. "Let me make you a drink." I sat down on the brownest couch in the world and watched him futz around with drinking glasses and bottles in the kitchen. He was downright jovial at this point. He asked me a few questions about myself and listened like he was interested. And then I couldn't help but ask about his career in porn. Why did he never kiss any of his porn partners? Why did he always demand guys lick his ass but he never licked any ass? Was it really different fucking with a condom? Who was his favorite costar? He made a hand motion for me to back off a little. I guess I was being a little too intrusive. "The truth is that none of that matters because I can't get a contract with any studio now. I'm done". "Why?" He looked at me like I was slow, and simply said "I'm retired." "Oh". I took a sip from the powerful drink he'd concocted. I stared at the floating ice cubes and asked him about that particular photo spread in "Inches" that I loved so much. He was confused and so I tried to describe it a little...including the quote about being deep-throated "I probably had over a thousand photos taken of me during the good old days and they paid me shit for them. And I never said those words. First of all - you can't fit a really big dick down some dude's throat. You can maybe get past the gag reflex a little, but not all the way down his fucking throat". Oh. I took a deep swig from whatever kind of drink he'd given me. I didn't want all of my fantasies to crumble in the first ten minutes. Maybe he sensed my disappointment. "Why? Would you like to try?", he said teasingly. He pulled his pajama bottoms down a little to reveal that magnificent penis in all its hard glory. He kicked off his flip-flops and stretched his long legs out, waiting. I could do it. I wanted this legendary cock all the way down my throat and thrusting toward my lungs. So i bent over his lap and started kissing the head, lapping up as much of the taste of him as I could. I moved lower down on his shaft when I felt my gag reflex protest and the wine in my stomach start to boil up. I fought onward, determined to feel his weapon in my actual throat. But then my air was cut off and I thought I'd pass out. I pulled away and started gasping. "That was an excellent try, little man!" he was sniffing a little brown bottle of what I knew where poppers. "I know what would make it easier for you", he said as he led me to the bedroom. The bed was unmade and he pulled off all the sheets and told me to lay down the opposite way with my head hanging off the end of the bed. I took off my shoes and complied. He then stood behind me and hunched over a little> He drilled my mouth from that position, but the breathing problem kicked in again. I decided to just endure it as he moved deeper down. His pubes were on my chin when he announced,"You did it!" I half-wondered if he'd cum when he was down there, but I doubted it because he still had a swinging hard-on. And still sniffing from his little brown bottle. He removed what little clothes he still had on and told me to do the same. Of course I did and, soon, we rolling around on the bed naked. My instinct was to kiss him on the mouth, but he kept dodging my attempts. OK. It was nice enough just to feel that giant dick slide up and down my chest and stomach. I felt I had already got my money's worth, but it wasn't over. He got up and stood at the foot of the bed again and then pulled me all the way down to the end. My bare ass was at the edge and he lifted my legs up and started tonguing my asshole. What?! He'd never done that on film before. It felt great but alien somehow. I was unsure how to process the sensations. It didn't last long, and then he was rubbing oil into me. Baby oil? Hand lotion? I had no idea because I was looking up at the stained ceiling and never saw the bottle or tube or whatever it was he had. "Bareback OK with you?", he asked. I'd never heard that phrase except when it came to horse-riding, but I said "Yeah". Then he pushed that famous head into me. It hurt like hell and I sat up to protest, but he held the poppers under my nose and told me to breathe deep. I did. My face got warm and my whole body seemed to relax except for my boner which got even stiffer. "One more". He help it out for me to take another huff. I inhaled and got very dizzy and wondered if this stuff was addictive or if it would give me a stroke or something. While I was wondering that, he was working that dick even further into me. It started to feel good...really good. And then he was thrusting in and out and my whole body reacted -- including my brain. "You want my dirty cum, Little Man?". His breathing was heavy and I didn't have time to answer because he started jerking and deep thrusting and groaning. He was spent. His seed was now a part of me and that was worth way more than his escort fee. We lied in bed for awhile, just talking. He said, "You bled a lot". "On the bed??" I was so embarrassed. "Shhh. It's fine. I'm flying back to LA tomorrow. Let someone else worry about cleaning it'. He seemed on the verge of passing out on the bloody bed, so I got up and got dressed. I wanted to go go home so badly. I thought he was passed-out as I left the whole three hundred dollars on his coffee table. I'd skip my cable bill that month. As I made sure my keys were in my pocket, Star got up and crossed the room to see me out. Before he opened the door, we kissed. A long kiss that was like something out of the movies. "Good night, Rodney". "Good night, Star". That's when he told me his actual first name. I left, saying his name in my head over and over again. Of course I got sick about three weeks after that. I knew what was happening to me. I was being consumed with my idol from the inside out.

We don’t need another party to push back. We should've pushed back at the ballot box. Can’t tell you how many gays and trans I know that voted against their interests.

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Part 3 Saturday night was the full team meeting with a campfire, jokes, stories, and confessions. The evening passed quickly and coach broke out a cooler full of near beer. Low alcohol content and sudsy head. The guys continued to laugh and joke until coach said hit the hay. The bunk room was wide open with no separation from one bunk to another. Between bunks was passing space. Rule was guys slept head to toe on the bunks. Looking across the space didn't show faces only feet of neighboring bunk. It was a warm night. Tom said he needed a shower as he always wore a fur coat. He took off for the communal showers with soap, shampoo, and towels. When he got to shower he had all he could do to not rub one out. His dick pointed up at the stars and stayed hard even under cold water. It would be a long night, maybe he could get with Jan late Sunday night. It was his only hope. He had sworn, along with the other guys, not to jack off. While the water was running cold, he saw coach come in with his towels and soap. Coach had shower shoes. Tom stood there trying to cover his tool. Coach only said, "Hard up, Tom?" Then he moved to a shower head two down from Tom. Tom switched the water back to hot, stepped out, and toweled dry. He ran his fingers thru his head hair and headed to his cot. Sleep would allude him. Coach was up before the rest. He had brewed coffee and was waiting for the 7am wake up for the others. Tom who had not really slept got out of bunk. He saw coach who said, "Coffee, Tom." Tom never drank coffee but said, "I never tried it, but I guess I will." Coach asked,"Milk, sugar, or both." Tom asked how coach drank his, he answered with a sweetener, no milk. Tom tried the same. Odd, the sweetener was a blue tablet. Coach dropped it in and stirred to dissolve it. Tom wasn't sure he liked coffee after the first taste but drank it down. About this time team heard the blast for wake up. They rose and began to prep for another day of camp. PT is what coach, a former Marine, called it. They worked up a sweat, went to breakfast, and began another day of games and water sports. In one of the down times, Tom went to coach and said, "Coach, I have a problem." Coach replied, "Tom, it shows. That dick is ever ready." Tom said, "Yes, sir. And now it is leaking. What can I do?" Coach said go for a swim in the cold lake. Tom had tried cold shower, shrugged and headed for the lake. Guys were playing water polo. One of them said, "We get Tom on our team, he has a built in polo stick" Tom reddened but laughed with the crowd. By night, Tom was totally miserable. He went to coach again and coach said, "I don't approve of drugs, but you have to get some sleep. I'll give you my herbal sleep tablet. Come down to my room when the guys are asleep. i don't want them to see me give it to you." Tom thanked coach and headed to bunk. When all was quiet with just a few snores, Tom stealthily moved out to Coach's door. It was ajar. Tom whispered, "Coach." Coach's yeah, come in bud was same as at coach's office. Tom opened the door to the dimlly lit room. There was a second cot. Coach said, "If you take this, I will have to watch you for 45 min to see how it works on you. Tom said, "Please, SIR, I have to have some relief. from this dick." He handed Tom the capsule. Tom took it, Coach said, "lie down." More to come, Will Tom?

Part 2. Tom's play in that Friday night game was flawless. The team shut out the opponent. They showered, picked up the bags and headed to board the bus. It was a new bus driver who really didn't know the guys and they didn't know him. After about 15 min on the road, a few players were dozing. Tom only wished he had had time for an ice bath. Although he did a great job on the field, he had a problem between his legs. That ice bath would have taken care of it. As the bus pulled up there were few lights on. Coach preceded the boys into the building. Dorm A was for Seniors, B was for remaining players. A was much nicer than B, but the younger guys expected it to be so. Coach called a quick meeting as he handed out locker keys and bed assignments. Neither dorm had a direct exit to the outside. Everyone entered and left through the main reception area. Staff was off duty for the night and would return at 7 in the morning. The guys sat patiently in the reception hall waiting for the talk about rules. They were always the same. No one leaves the building after lights out. Wake up would be 7 and breakfast at 7:30. PT at 8:30 and then canoes, swimming, a few pickup games and cards. Coach had each player bring a Tervis lidded mug. He wanted plenty of fluids to avoid dehydration. Coach never let guys share. Too much danger of an infection among the entire team. He filled the mugs with sports drinks himself. Collected them and refilled them every two hours. Unbeknownst to the team, he would add a little something extra to intensify the team's ability to concentrate on the business at hand. But Tom always got a little something extra, something coach had cooked up a mixture of sexual stimulants. He knew Tom would never be less than half hard and much of the time, rock hard. Coach knew that Tom was 19 and fair game. He also knew he could make Tom want some private Tom with Coach. Saturday morning passed. The guys broke into groups, some swimming. Tom wanted to canoe and too Reed, his favorite receiver with him. The paddled leisurely around the lake arriving at a quiet cove. Reed hat set his watch alarm so they wouldn't miss the next 2 hour dose of sports drink. The day was unusually warm and the boys wore only shorts. Each had applied sunscreen and helped the other with back. Tom noticed a tingling as Reed rubbed the sunscreen on him . Odd he had never felt that before, but worse was the total hardening of his constantly half-hard cock . He chalked it up to not getting any from the girl for too long. Reed just kept saying, Tom you are the hairiest guy I have ever seen. Your shoulders and back are hairy. Your front is a fur coat and your arms and legs are covered. Are you sure you aren't one of those mythical creatures, you know man top goat bottom. Tom replied that he was just virile and check feet, hairy but not hooves. Reed gave him a shoulder bump and laughed. Paddling back to the camp, the guys talked about futures. Both wanted to go to college. Reed said the pussy would be wild and free. Tom felt a drop of precum ooze out with that. Damn, that cock was rock hard again. He had to get in Jan's pussy and soon. But he knew Monday would be with coach. He'd have to find time to get Jan out for a ride in the country. Then he'd ride her like one of those goat legged creatures with big cocks

Part 7 Only days after Cunt (previously Johnny) joined the den, we got 2 new whores and 2 new handlers. And a new place. First came Brian, a 53 year-old middle-aged man who was not quite a bear but stood out among the muscled crew of handlers. Brian is a divorced man who lives out of a room at the Motel 6 owned by Henry. The man is a full redneck daddy: he seemed to only own one pair of faded jeans and always wore a pair of brown leather shoes. On top, he only ever wore a stained wife-beater and sometimes a flannel over it. Brian is a sex addict above anything, which is how we found the sleazy motherfucker. Before living at the motel, he served jailtime after he was caught fucking the shit out of some bitch in an alleyway. She had her fishnet stockings ripped and her thong pulled down, makeup sloppy and smeared, drool hanging from her lip, hair everywhere, and wobbling in her stiletto’s. Brian was fully clothed except for his thick, white, 9-inch pole poking out of his fly and ramming into the girl’s cunt. He had one hand tightly clutching one of her tits under her crop top and the other hand jammed into her mouth while he fucked her. After Brian got out of jail, he wasn’t welcome home anymore. Shortly after, he lost everything in the divorce, including full custody of his 2 teenage daughters. With child support, court fees, motel bills, and his crack addiction, Brian has racked up thousands of dollars in debt. When Henry saw sketchy guys coming in and out of Brian’s room, he knew Brian had started selling crack. Then he referred him to us, and to save money, Brian moved in. The den was getting pretty stuffed. Cunt had gotten sick on his second week from how badly abused his body and probably the sheer filth he’s constantly living in. Being one of my whores is hard on the body for sure. We decided to give Cunt a long rest where he got a space on the mattress. Brent would bring him food every day and keep him well groomed. The two of them got the bed in the main room together so that the others didn’t get sick. Brent didn’t mind getting sick with Cunt. At 4PM one day, I came from getting Cunt his biweekly waxing and tanning and saw Brent spooning Cunt. Brent was fully clothed, while Cunt was only in a jockstrap, as per the house rules. Brent was keeping him warm. He’d grown especially affectionate for Cunt, and I was getting concerned something was going on there. I decided to wait and see – as long as Brent and Cunt were both making me money, I didn’t give a fuck. Later that night, Brian arrived with 2 suitcases. He had no car, so Henry had given them a ride. They both came in. Henry had already informed me of the situation. “Welcome, man,” I said. I didn’t mean it. We only had one bed and a mattress, which means if Brian was going to be a handler, then the whores were gonna get the floor. “Nice to be here,” Brian responded unenthusiastically. No honor amongst thieves; I just didn’t trust the guy. Fortunately, Brian’s suitcase contained several pounds of crack, some wrapped pipes, a couple loose pairs of underwear and socks, and a couple pairs of dirty underwear he stole from women he fucked. The other suitcase contained $5,000 in cash. I saw how this was going to work. Brian was going to be my main crack sell. And it was good to have such a supply in the house at all times. Henry brought some sheets and pillows from the motel that he tossed onto the floor. That was for more sleeping/fucking space. He was going to sleep on the sheet in the main room while I got the mattress in the den with Faggot. Cunt and Brent would sleep in my bed. Brian’s eyes looked around the room and settled on the sleeping Cunt. He mostly preferred fucking women and trannies, but he has fucked countless boys to satisfy his sexual appetite when the others were scarce. Cunt had a perfectly smooth and shiny olive skin that was completely exposed. I sensed danger. “$200,” I demanded. “If you wanna fuck that boy right now.” “WHAT!” Brian barked. “That little whore is probably worth $20 at most. I don’t pay for fags.” Unpleasant dude. “Boy is sick, and if you fuck him now he’s gonna be sick for even longer and we’re gonna lose money. Besides, if you wanna fuck him, you have to get his permission.” I nodded over to Brent, who was peacefully asleep with his boy in his arms. “YO! BRENT!” Brent didn’t wake up. Before I knew it, I saw Brian throw two hundred dollar bills on the bed, crawl into the bed practically crushing Cunt who lazily woke up, and started groping him and licking him. Henry whistled. “I don’t think he’s fucked all day,” Henry said. “Guy was talking about how excited he was there were little fag boys here.” “Well, fuck. Cunt’s in trouble, but I got my money. Brent might kick his ass.” I said. I needed to make sure nothing bad happened, but Brian was already trouble. “Who are you? Please…stop,” Cunt moaned, still groggy from sleep, but Brian seemed to barely notice he said anything. Before he could grasp what was happening, Brian began slobbering all over Cunt’s face and kissing him aggressively. Cunt tried to move his face away, but at this point Brent was stirring. “Yo…what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK! THIS BOY IS MINE, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” “Yeah good morning, you fucking idiot. Looks like you’re losing control of your boy, but don’t worry. The man dropped 200 to have him and it’s on the bed somewhere,” I said, standing there just watching Brian molest Cunt. All of a sudden, I heard screaming from the Den. “AGGHHH! AHHH! AHHHH! NNGGG! AHHH! HELP!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID FAGGOT! YOU SCREAM ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” It was Henry’s voice, which had quickly changed from his usual jovial tone to a menacing, violent one. “MMMMMMFFF!” a muffled scream. “SHUT!” Loud smack that sounded like it broke some cheekbones. “MMMF!MMMMF!” “THE!” Second loud smack. “FUCK!” Third loud smack. “UP!” Fourth loud smack. The door to the Den was open. I rushed in and saw Henry raping Faggot. I actually got worried because it’s been a while since I heard Faggot scream like that, and I thought I might have had to actually tell Henry to back off. A bottle of maximum impact and a $50 bill was right next to Faggot’s knees on the mattress. I assumed Henry had sprayed the bottle into the dirty towel he pressed tightly against Faggot’s face. Faggot was struggling to breathe, only inhaling the chemicals of the drug. His eyes widened in alarm and arousal and he instantly seemed to start fading and losing control. Henry’s other hand was gripped around Faggot’s throat tight enough to choke him to death. “HEY! HEY, YOU’RE GONNA KILL THE KID!” I barked, wrestling Henry off of Faggot. What has gotten into the man today? Henry fell backwards, his dick ripping out of the blond twink’s little pink hole. Drops of old cum splashed out of his newly formed rosebud. Faggot collapsed, tears in his eyes. He was beyond fucked up and just trying to catch his breath, but his eyes were filled with panic and fear. “WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?” I roared. “WHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOU?” I rushed over to Faggot, throwing the dirty towel aside, and picking him up gently into my arms. Tears were now streaming down his face, and he looked up at me with those helpless blue eyes as if to beg for forgiveness for causing me to intervene. Is this how Brent felt for Cunt being sick? Am I starting to feel for the kid? “Sorry, bro,” Henry said, almost as if waking up from a dream. “He just looked so sexy and it made me so violent all of a sudden. Might be all the crack that I smoked with Brian today. Haven’t busted a nut in 4 days. Sorry, man. And…sorry to you too, bitch.” Faggot’s eyes haven’t moved from me. “It’s alright, bro. You can fuck this boy up, but you can’t kill him. He’s OK. Give him a second. And when he seems alright, you can fuck him again. You can still abuse the shit out of him, just make sure you tweak him up first and don’t do anything that might kill him, alright? He’s fragile. I’ve injured the kid a lot just from regular fucking.” It’s true. While his skin was mostly still glossy, Faggot was covered in bruises and sometimes even sported a black eye. “Are you ok, babe?” I said tenderly, now turning my attention to the boy in my arms. I kissed him on the lips gently. “Daddy…” he squealed weakly. His voice trembled. The boy wasn’t alright, but his breath was coming back. I gently laid him back down on the mattress and pocketed the 50 bucks. I nodded to Henry. “Go service your john, slut. You’re ok now. He paid for the full hour and if you don’t respect him just because he got a little too rough, you’re going to get a real beating from me and this next hour is going to hurt like fucking hell.” Faggot’s eyes pleaded with me. He was too scared to even look at Henry. The boy had just gotten back from grooming and was minding his own business when Henry just stormed in and took him by force. I didn’t care, though. Henry, this time, calmly saddled back up to Faggot, who inched forward instinctively. Henry grabbed the boy and pulled him back into him. He lined his dick, which was just hanging out of his jeans, right at Faggot’s hole. He looked down and just dropped a few globs of spit before pushing right in. “OW!” Faggot cried. He grimaced, struggling to relax while Henry continued to push forward. He quickly shut up, though, as he sensed that any more complaints may get him more punishment. Feeling guilty, Henry began kissing Faggot’s neck as he pumped him. “Baby, baby,” he said sensually in Faggot’s ear. “I’m sorry baby. You just make me so horny and it made me want to do bad things to you. It’s because you’re too beautiful, baby. Forgive me?” Faggot craned his back to look at Henry. “Yeah, of course. Fuck me, sir,” he said. “Good boy,” Henry groaned, kissing him deeply while he began picking up the pace of his thrusts. Faggot moaned softly and turned back forward as Henry kept kissing him all over. The fucking never stopped, but at this point, getting fucked hard is just an indispensable pleasure for Faggot. “Good boy! I love you, baby,” Henry moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure as he continued to pump straight into Faggot. “I love you so much, baby. I’m just gonna make love to you today, ok? Hey. Kiss me baby.” Faggot knew this was wrong. Whether it was his choice or not, he knew he’d get punished later for having intimate, affectionate sex with a john. He was only allowed to show love for me. However, he couldn’t turn Henry down since he was his whore for the hour, so I made a mental note to really fuck him up when Henry was done. I walked back out to see how Cunt was doing. 2 socks were stuffed in his mouth and he was bouncing up and down on Brian’s cock. Both of Brian’s hands were wrapped around Cunt’s neck to hold him in place while he pumped mercilessly into the little Latino twink. Meanwhile, Cunt’s delicate hands were clasped tightly around Brian’s hands, weakly trying to pry them off. Cunt’s cries were gargled by the socks, but tears had surfaced in his eyes as Brian fucked up into him, alternating between jackhammering into him and just pounding him deep. “Mmmph,” he squealed weakly in resignation, his head lolling over to the side. He looked helplessly over at Brent, who was sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette and watching Cunt in silence, showing no signs of intervening. As much as he took care of Cunt earlier, he stopped giving a shit about Cunt’s well-being as soon as he got paid. “Just gonna leave him? He seems to be asking for your help,” I said. “Fuck man, I just made $200 and all I have to do is let this guy fuck him? If he wasn’t sick, I’d let him take him for the night.” Brent turned to Cunt and spat towards the bed, which was squeaking violently with Brian’s pounding. “You better get used to it, Cunt. I’m not gonna help you. I’m just going to sit back and enjoy the view.” A shit-eating grin spread on Brent’s face as more tears streamed down Cunt’s face. “Such a fucking nice hole. So fucking nice. He’s so fucking tight I bet it hurts,” Brian grunted as he fucked. He pressed his mustache to the nape of Cunt’s neck and whispered, “No one’s going to help you, bitch. I went to jail for fucking a whore I paid good money for, and I wasn’t even hurting her. I should’ve raped her and beaten her. So, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna rape you for my pleasure and you better get used to it, because no one’s coming to save you here. I fucking hate whores like you. And you’re a fucking faggot too. Fucking worthless piece of shit. Yo, give him some of my crack.” He let go of Cunt’s neck and ripped the socks out from his mouth. The boy gasped for air. Brent was there promptly with a packed crack pipe and slipped it straight into the boy’s lips. The first good thing to happen to the boy. He eagerly drained the crack as hard as he could. It was some strong stuff. “Holy…holy shit,” he cried. “Holy shit too... too much! Fffuck I’m too high…. Fff” “You guys are sick,” I laughed. My dick was getting hard just watching Brian use the boy. “Alright boys, I gotta make a delivery. Yo Brent, don’t let him break the boy, alright? Remember he’s sick.” “I’ll make sure he rests after this crazy motherfucker is done raping him. Actually, you know what?” Brent stood up, waddled over, slipped his basketball shorts down to his ankles revealing his fully hard cock that Cunt only knew too well by now. “Gag on it, whore.” At that moment, I heard loud yelping from the Den. “FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK ME, SIR! FUCK ME HARD!” Faggot cried. That was the signal he had just taken a real deep blow of poppers. “YEAH, BABY? YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU HARD? DAMN, YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING FAGGOT! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU HARD, BABY! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD I’M GONNA BREAK THIS LITTLE PUSSY!” “FUCK YEAH, DADDY! FUCK ME I LOVE IT!” “YEAAAAHHHH, BABY YEAHHH! I LOVE YOU BABY! I WANT YOU TO HAVE MY BABIES! DO YOU WANT MY BABIES, BOY?” “FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME OVER AND OVER UNTIL YOU KNOCK ME UP, SIR!” Hearing this, Brent rushed into the Den, crushing over all the garbage and swooping onto Faggot. “LET ME IN THAT HOLE!” he roared. “MOVE OVER, LET ME GET UNDER HIM!” “Fuck yeah, get in here Papi!” Henry exclaimed excitedly. “AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Faggot’s pained boyish voice rang above Brent and Henry’s mutual groans of pleasure. This was followed by gurgled screams followed by a battery of smacking sounds. As soon as Brent joined the fray, there were slaps on the face, spanks on his ass, a full chokehold, fingers down his throat, and a fistful of golden hair all happening at the same time. Henry had just been enjoying sex with Faggot now they had made up after he nearly killed the boy, but that intimate encounter quickly changed now that the two men realized how much damage they could do together. Four hands were striking all over the boy out of nowhere, accompanied by spit flying from both men. Faggot’s eyes looked helpless, but by now I could tell he was enjoying it. Fuck my delivery. I wasn’t about to be the only man in my own house not having sex. I rushed over to Cunt’s now empty mouth, unzipped my fly, and shoved my dick into his mouth. “Suck it,” I ordered, grabbing his head and pushing him down. I held him there until he gagged so hard he almost vomited. I pulled him up for a breath, and then started fucking his face. Brian started fucking harder. I didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed like Brian had never tried to fuck this hard in his life. And he always fucked hard. Every thrust wasn’t deep enough, didn’t pound him hard enough. Cunt’s mouth was so wet, and I was already so hard from the whole scene that I quickly got close. And good god, the boy started really sucking his best. As much as he feared us, Cunt had begun to enjoy giving us pleasure. “I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. I pulled out of his throat and immediately squirted several ropes of thick cum all over the boy’s face. A little bit got into his eye, and he squealed with the burn. “Fuck yeah, whore, look at all that cum on your face. Get over here,” Brian ordered, pulling the boy’s face to his and slobbering all over it. He spat harshly on him, mixing it with my cum slurping and spreading it all over his face and neck. He then pulled Cunt off his dick, threw the boy onto his stomach, jumped onto him and started humping him instantly. He jammed his dick into Cunt’s hole in one aggressive thrust, eliciting another cry, and slammed Cunt’s face into the mattress. He rammed like a predator devouring his helpless prey. “FUUUUCK YEAH! FUCK IT FEELS GOOD! Are you ready, whore? Are you ready?” He growled. He halted his onslaught, pulled out of the hole with a “plop” sound of the head, and then slammed back in and started fucking him like a savage animal. Even fully clothed except for his dick, Brian looked like an angry beast and Cunt looked like a corpse he was scavenging. His eyes had glazed over as if he was in shock, but tears mixing in with my cum. Brian seemed to continue fucking Cunt for what seemed like an eternity until he finally groaned in his ear, “I’m gonna cum in you, bitch.” “Here. You. FUCKING GO!” And with that, Brian surged forward and convulsed violently. Cunt’s cum-stained face came to life as he discovered a new pain he hadn’t known before. Brian was so deep it broke the second ring by force. He emitted several high-pitched screams as Brian bucked deeper and deeper. “Ahhhhh…. Ahhhh fuck yeah… fuck,” Brian groaned with relief, ignoring Cunt’s screams. A pleased smile broke out on his face. He collapsed onto Cunt, eyes closed. “My hour’s not over yet, bitch. Don’t think you’re done. Give me a minute and you’re about to get round 2 and I’m gonna give it everything I got.” Part 8 coming next

PART 5 - Fun at the seedy motel – the Big Man returns for the final fuck of the night *Know this part is a little long, but is the climax of the night – so enjoy. Caution for those only into vanilla sex – this may not be for you.* So, cum tally at the end of part 4 of fun at the seedy motel: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 5 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in 1 load from the big guy who tore me up 1 load from Marcus in the alley 1 load from the guy just out jail who deep kissed me “TAKE MY NUTTT!!” he said as he slammed the last time into my ass. He shivered and his dick pulsed, and he yanked it out, dropped my legs, then laid on the bed beside me. Derrick’s breathing returned to normal and I started to get the feeling back in my legs. I wanted some more rock, so asked Derrick for the pipe. “Yeah, OK,” he said, got up, lit us both up, as I sat on the edge of the bed trying to get my ass and head wrapped around what had happened that night. Fuck damn – I had become a total slut for this man and still did not know shit about him. HOT!!! I was usually so fucking uptight and restrained, it was good to just totally let go and do whatever the fuck felt good and not think about it. It was now like 2:00 a.m. and we had been fucking and freaking for about 10 hours – shit – what was wrong with me, I had had my ass pummeled and yet I still wanted more, was it the rock talking? No, it was the bareback cum pig in me raising up and saying OINK!!! FEED ME!! “I need a little break, think my cum’s run dry, but my dick is still hard – damn those little pills seem to work,” Derrick said as he got on the bed beside me. Derrick turned me around on my right side so I was facing the wall by the bathroom, spread my ass a little, and slid his dick in. No spit, no lube, I was so open and wet for him I did not need it and felt some juice run out of my ass as he did. He reached down and worked a finger from his left hand into my hole beside his dick, “Fuck boy, you got a nice wet pussy now, hmmm….all the nutt up there, here lick it for me,” as he pulled his finger out and stuck it in my mouth. I licked it clean hoping I was getting some more poz cum or something from him. He stuck his finger back in my ass a couple more times and let me lick them clean. We laid like that for a while, on our sides with him behind me and his dick nestled inside my ass. The man did not get soft and seemed to have a dildo for a dick as he just never got totally soft, guess those pills did work. “I’m going to keep that hole nice and open, we ain’t done yet, no man, we ain’t done, I just need a little rest is all, you feel me? Then we’ll freak some more, as I want to see that hole WRECKED, yes I do, wrecked,” Derrick said as he had his left arm over my stomach and his head by mine on the pillows, with his dick keeping me warm in my ass. The TV was playing some old show, don’t even remember what, as I just laid there enjoying feeling Derrick’s raw cock in me, his body against mine, and the occasional run of cum and ass juice slide out my ass when he shifted. We stayed like that for a couple a hours, not really talking, just a few words here and there, decompressing I guess, and shortly after 4:30 a.m., Derrick pulled away, slid his still fairly hard dick out of my ass, stood up, and said, “Come on, now we are going to see if you’ve really learned how to give it up to a nice black bull dick.” I rolled over having no idea what he was talking about, but stood up, took the pipe from him and took several very long hits. The rush was just as intense as before and I sat back on the edge of the bed feeling the heat of the high fill my body. Derrick had picked up the phone, “Yo man, what’s up? Yeah man still got that shit going, what you doing? You good for one? Really, a couple? No rush man, you can take as long as you want to shoot. Huh? Damn fucker, alright, no no, hang on, I’ll be right up.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but Derrick sat at the table, dug into his pants that were on the floor and pulled out a little baggy. He cleared a small spot on the table and spilled a little grayish white powder out of the bag. Derrick pulled a dollar pill out of his pants, rolled it like a little straw then send, “I want you to snort this. This is the Special that Marcus gave me the discount on when you took his nutt earlier. You ever done this? No? Well OK. This shit is going to fuck you up a little, but make you feel really good, like you are floating and just chill. Now use this and bend over here, then stick one end in your nose and then sniff real hard to suck it up. Not much now, just this tiny little bit here.” So I stood up, took the dollar bill, and using it like a straw sniffed real hard and sucked up a little bit of the white power he had on the table. Fuck – that shit burned by nose, but I immediately felt it. Sort of light headed and kind of tingly and numb all over. Whoa. Derrick watched me, “Sit down, get used to it, let it take you. Now here’s what I’m thinking. The guy we freaked with earlier, the one who’s dick you tried to run from, he’s up and has a couple loads to bust. I know you can take him again, but this time I want that nigger to go all out and don’t hold back, OK? You want his nutt again? You gonna run from that bull dick again? No, I don’t think so. I think that ass of yours is still hungry and you are going to get ripped and filled and WRECKED.” Derrick started to get dressed, “Now listen up, focus boy, I want to hear you cry out when he’s fucking. That shit turns me the fuck on and turns me on good and I will give you my bull nutt again too when he’s done. You want my nutt again? Yeah? Good. I think it turns him on too as I saw how he pounded you when you asked him to stop last time, so do that too. Beg, plea, cry and scream if you want to, even if he covers your mouth again, because I am going to tell him we are going to surprise you. That you are still asleep and that I think your white pussy needs to be raped, teach you a lesson for trying to run from the dick earlier and make you know what a true pussy is used for and he should rape you as hard and nasty as he wants to teach you to serve that black bull dick, cause I want to see that shit red and puffy when he is done. Be a freak, like he can’t with no one else, you hear me? Good.” “Now, I am going to go up to his room, let him hit the pipe and get chill. In about 5 minutes I want you to snort the rest of this Special here on the table, OK? OK. Sniff it all, then lay down on the bed on your stomach. This Special is going to really relax you, so just act like you are asleep and remember what I said and do what I told you and I’ll be back in a few,” Derrick said, then grabbed his key, turned the lights off so all that was on was the TV, and left. I just nodded my head and focused on trying to keep my balance sitting there on the edge of the bed. Damn this shit was wild. I looked at my watch, and kept watching the hands go round and round until the 5 minutes was up. I went back to the table, took the dollar bill, and snorted the rest of the Special, splitting it between my two nostrils. It burned even more this time. I moved over to the bed, set the bottle of lotion on the end, and laid on my stomach, legs a little spread, and face turned towards the bathroom wall and away from the door. I felt like I was floating now and my arms and legs were tingling. I don’t know how long it was but when I focused again I realized they were in the room. I could hear their voices, but they sounded a little distant. I stayed still, part of me suddenly afraid, but that vanished almost immediately and I knew I was going to get some raw dick again and lots of cum. Suddenly I felt someone grabbing my ankles and I was yanked back towards the end of the bed rough and hard. “Get up, I said stand up,” someone growled. I staggered to my feet as two big strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled me. “Bend over, bend over bitch!” he growled. So I bent forward with my hands on the bed and I had barely done that when I felt my ass get ripped open again. HOLY FUCK! OH STOP, I cried out as I felt that monster dick rip my hole and push inside me. It felt like he was fucking me dry. I could now hear Derrick’s voice more clearly off to my right side, “That’s it, rape that white pussy. Told you it was ready and needed it. Use it man, that’s it, make it hurt. Teach it how to serve black bull dick right!” The big guy still had his hands wrapped tight around my waist and was pulling me back to meet his dick head on as hard as he could. The pain was there, and beyond belief, but at the same it did not seem like it was really me. I remembered what Derrick said and so I started to plead and cry for him to stop fucking, please don’t rape me, please stop. Derrick was right, that turned the big guy on as he pulled all the way out of my ass and slammed back in. My ass could not resist and he went deeper than I could have imagined. I was like a rag doll as he shoved his cock into me and yanked me back at the same time without mercy. I felt like I was babbling now, pleading, begging, yelping, saying no, no, no, but he just kept plowing me, over and over as deep as he could. I was then being yanked back again and pushed forward down onto the floor. The big guy dropped his full weight on top of me and I ate a mouthful of carpet as he pushed my face into the floor. I totally lost focus, and could only whimper as I felt his cock angle up and then down into the side walls of my ass. FUCK that hurt and the shot of pain brought the focus back. I managed to slightly tilt my head to the side a little under the grip of his hand on my head and started pleading again for him to stop. The pain was still there, but again sort of seemed like it was someone else, I could not really focus on the pain, just my job to do good for Derrick and keep begging for him to stop. All I could see was carpet and the bottom of the TV stand and angry shadows as the light of the TV danced off the bug guy raping my ass. He just kept slamming his dick into and dropping his weight onto, over and over for what seemed like forever. The pressure on my head increased and I could hear the muffled voice of the big guy as he said “Shit, shit, SHIT…” as he dropped his full weight on me one last time and gave me his cum. He pulled his hand off my head, “Fucking Christ – fuck,” he said as he pushed on me for leverage and got off me. I just laid there, tasting the dirty carpet in my mouth, still babbling and whimpering. I could hear voices again but could not really focus on what they were saying. Derrick then knelt down between the TV and slapped the side of my face “Hey, HEY, yeah there, come on, come one now, get up. Let me see what that nigger did to wreck that hole.” Derrick helped me and I was feeling sort of whoosy and had a little trouble, but soon found my footing. Derrick staggered me too the bathroom, “Bend over the toilet, put your hands on the toilet,” he said as I felt him take both hands and spread my cheeks. “DAMN NIGGER, you tore that pussy up, tore it up, hot damn,” Derrick said as he slid several fingers up my ass, worked them around, and brought them back out. “Here,” he said as he shoved them into my mouth. They tasted tangy and metallic and were really slimy. I sucked on them as Derrick swirled them around my mouth. “You want to look at this man, come look, look at that red angry pussy,” Derrick called to the big guy. I guess the guy said no, so Derrick said, “Come, let’s get you ready.” Ready? For what? I was not feeling as out of it anymore and as my head cleared a little it was flooded with the pain radiating from ass. Every step hurt, but I followed Derrick back out into the room. I could see the big guy was sitting at the table, Derrick turned on the lights, told me to sit on the bed, and he sat in the other chair. “Damn man that was fucking hot,” Derrick said, “You like that man? Told you you could fuck it like you want and rape that pussy. Bet you ain’t done shit like in a while huh? You want him to suck my dick while you fuck him again? Huh?” The big guy said, “No, no man, I don’t get into that shit. You can watch but like I told you, I don’t get into guys.” Derrick just chuckled a little, “Right, right, I hear you.” Derrick lit up his pipe with a big new rock, did a couple big hits then passed it to the big who did the same. The big guy handed the pipe back to Derrick, closed his eyes, tilted his back, and licked his lips a little. I looked at Derrick and started to get up to take the pipe, but Derrick said, “How you feeling? You’re head clearing up? Yeah? No, you need to do a little more Special then. Here, come over and sniff this as my man here said he can shoot a few loads and you need to let him. You want to fuck again man? Huh? Wreck and rape it again? OK. OK, so here, sniff this.” So I bent over the table and sniffed the Special he had put out. It did not burn my nose this time and I embraced the feeling it gave me as it washed down my body and my legs and arms tingled again. I looked at the big guy and his dick was rock hard and sticking almost straight up. Derrick did a hit, handed the pipe to the big guy who took a few, as I stood there watching. I think I licked my lips looking at that huge dick as Derrick got up, went behind me, turned off the lights, then as he came back said, “Get down there and suck it.” I realized my knees had some rug burn on them and were a little tender, but did not really hurt, so I got between the big guy’s legs and started to suck on his dick. As before, his dick was so long and with the angle it was really hard to get far down the shaft, but I was trying. The big guy then stood up, using his dick in my mouth to push me backwards against the bed. I lost my balance, fell back against the bed, and he used that to push his dick into my mouth further and pin me to the side of the bed with it. I choked and reached up to try to push him away. He slapped my hands away, “Don’t fucking touch me,” he said, “open your mouth, open it, you better not bite me.” The big guy then started fucking my face, forcing his dick into the back of my throat. I was starting to cough and choke, which was hard to do with that big fat dick in my mouth. I reached up again and this time he slapped my face, “God damn IT! I said don’t.” FUCK that stung. I put my hands down and just tried to breathe as I felt like I was drowning. He was now pumping my face and driving hard into the back of my throat. “Slap that pussy again, slap it man, rape that white mouth,” Derrick said. I realized he was not going to save me this time and had barely formed the thought when the big guy slapped my face again, but this time his big hand covered half the side of my head too. My ears rang, tears started running down my face again, and then SLAP – the other side. The Special seemed to be kicking in in force and again I could feel the pain, but it seemed like it was someone else. The big guy started to build a little rhythm, SLAP, slam his dick down my throat, pull out, SLAP, slam his dick down my throat. Between the Special and the slaps seemed it was getting easier to have his dick pushing in my mouth. I sure as hell could not swallow the whole thing no matter what, but it seemed to be pushing in further and I was able to gulp air in between thrusts. The big guy then yanked his dick all the way out of my mouth, grabbed my shoulders, half lifted, half threw me up on the edge of the bed. As I scrambled to get my hands stable and knees up under me, he buried his dick balls deep in one thrust. It knocked the breath out of me as he started fucking, holding my ass in place as he forced his way inside my ass. The big guy had grabbed a handful of ass flesh with each hand and was holding me in place as he fucked. Derrick said, “That’s it, yeah nigger, rape that pussy like you want, make it hurt, damn I like seeing that, that pussy is split wide open, that pussy wants it bad.” The big guy then stopped. I was panting hard and thought he must have shot his cum. The big guy leaded over my back and said, “That true? Your pussy wants it bad?” I said yes and SLAP. What the fuck? Why did he slap my face? His dick was still in my ass as he leaned closer and said, “I will ask you one more time, (SLAP) your pussy wants it bad?” I was a little confused, but remembered Derrick’s instructions and this time said, no, please stop, please don’t rape my white pussy, get off me, please, please don’t hurt it with that black bull dick! Please don’t rape my white pussy were the magic words, as he stood back up, wrapped his hands tight onto my waist, sounded like he growled a little, and started slam fucking me. I kept it up begging for him to stop and the louder I begged, the harder he fucked me raw. That big black monster dick was doing its best to rip the skin off my insides as every time he pulled out felt like my guts were going with him. I was now pleading and begging as loud as I could and Derrick’s was chiming in too urging him on. The big guys fingers wrapped even tighter around me holding me still as he raped me. “Yeah pussy, you’re going to take this cum, you better take this cum pussy, yeah!!!!!” This time when he shot his whole body quivered, spasmed, and shook, His fingers dug deeper into my waist and I yelled. It seemed to wrack him for a while, and slowly he released his grip, and backed up, pulling his dick out of my ass as he did. The blood came rushing back to my waist and even through the high of the Special I could feel where he had gripped my waist, and now my knees were even more raw then before. Derrick got up, turned on the light, and his dick was standing ready. I expected he would want to shove it right in, but he sat back down and handed the big guy the pipe again. I sat on the edge of the bed trying to breathe and suddenly aware of the empty ache in my ass. I was also wanting to taste his load and was tempted to stick my fingers up my ass to taste his hot cum. Derrick took a few hits of the pipe and adjusted his dick. I could tell he was horny as hell as he was leaking precum and I had to fight the urge to go over and lick it off the head of his dick. “Fuck nigger, that was a good one,” Derrick said, “You sure know how to rape that pussy good. What are you feeling for now? You got another one in you? Want to hit it again?” The big guy looked at Derrick and said, “Hmm, fuck, I think my nutts are dried out right now.” But I could see his cock was still half hard and I knew I wanted more. The Special was still working and I knew I could take it no matter how he fucked me. “Let’s just chill a minute then, see what you think in a minute, all good?” Derrick asked. The big guy just nodded and the Special was still playing me so I laid back on the bed, put my feet up on the edge, spread my legs a little and tilted my hole towards them. That was all it took for Derrick as he stepped over to the bed, pushed my legs back, and said, “Look at that pussy, look what your nigger dick did. You made the bitch bleed real good.” The big guy got up, stepped over, and bent down a little, “Christ, it looks bruised and tore up for sure.” I then felt a couple fingers shoved into my hole, then Derrick brought his hand around and stuck them in my mouth. YES! I was waiting for that. The metallic taste was overpowering and the gobs of cum slid easily down my throat. “Look man, you got that pussy raped nice and good and it can’t take no more can it?” Derrick said as he looked at me. I shook my head no and said please don’t, not again, and Derrick kept saying, “But looks like you could still do some damage. How about you take it one more time. I know this pussy can take it real good propped up like this, you just bust through that hole, all the way in, pull out the way out, punch fuck it.” The big guy just nodded, Derrick grabbed a couple pillows, had me scoot back a little, then put them under my hips and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. He liked it when the tall guy fucked me liked this too, so guess it was a theme. Derrick turned off the lights, the big guy grabbed my legs by wrapping his hands around my calfs, pushed my legs back so my hole was pointing up and out, and he dropped down into my hole. His cock punched through and kept going. My ass had no resistance left, just opened up and took him whole. He pulled out, aimed at my hole again and dropped his weight back onto my ass shoving his dick balls deep. I yelped and begged him to stop. He was not fucking my ass anymore, he was fucking my guts, but he kept doing what Derrick asked, would pull the way out, then drop back into my ass balls deep. I grunted, moaned, cried out and asked him not to rape me again. I spread my legs as far as he would let me, tried to push my ass up as far as I could, and let him pummel my ass, begging for him to get off me and stop. Thank God he did not listen and just fucked it like he wanted. The big guy fucked for a while, pulled out, stood up, “Yo, I’m done man,” he said to Derrick. Shit – he didn’t cum, I wanted his load again. I put my legs down and listened as he and Derrick chatted for a minute while the big guy got dressed, then he left. Derrick turned the lights on, “Get your legs up, let me see that pussy. Hold your legs back. DAMN!” Derrick ran his hand around my hole, and again, shoved several fingers up there as hard as he could. This time when he pulled them out he stuck them in his mouth, not mine. He licked his fingers like they were covered in the sweetest honey. I put my head back and waited. “You did good with him. Took it just like I asked you. That is one pussy he will not forget anytime soon,” Derrick said as he chuckled a little, “But you know that watching that shit got me horny bitch, so now you’re going to take by bull nutt.” Derrick assumed the position the big guy had and followed his example by slamming down onto my ass and burying his cock up to the balls in my ass. “Oh shit, that pussy is loose, and wet,” Derrick almost shouted. “You don’t want me to rape you too do you? Huh? No? You’re gonna take this bull nutt.” Derrick let a stream of cum loose into me and he dropped his dick in my hole one last time. He yanked out, then said, “Come here,” as he had me get on my knees and lick him clean. I tried to keep sucking on him, but he pushed me back and said, “Whew boy, that was a big nutt. Want to taste some more?” I shook my head yes, turned around, he stuck his fingers in my ass, held up his hand with his fingers spread and he and I both started to lick his fingers. Fuck that tasted good and I could feel more running down my legs as I stood there licking his fingers. It was now about 7:30 in the morning. I was coming down off the Special and the past 15 hours was catching up with me. Derrick too, as he said, “Yeah getting to be time to crash for a while. Fuck you are fun. Would love to get up in there some more, but not today. How about I give you a ride home, you can give me your number, and we’ll see about getting up again.” On the way home I could feel my ass still leaking and could not wait until I saw Derrick again. Later that day when I got up after spending several hours in bed, I realized just how sore my ass was. Not only my hole, but my cheeks had bruises on them, and I had bruises where the big guy had dug his hands into my waist. My knees were scraped up, I even had rug burn on my chest from the big guy. Wow, those men truly marked me not with just their cum, but left a nice reminder of every fuck that still gets me hard to this day. I saw Derrick several more times after that at the hotel and every time I ended up with an ass full of at least a few loads of cum, although we never did an all night session like that one again. But I did get fucked again by the tall guy, and I got fucked by the big guy too who was even rougher then this time. Maybe I’ll write about those fucks another time.