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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.

Mike was blindfolded laying on his back as yet another mystery cock entered his hole. He moaned. His hole was tender. He had no idea how long he’d been there. The blindfold made it impossible to tell sense the passing of time. It could have been a whirlwind forty-five minutes, or a hole destroying five hours. He had no concept. What he did know was that he was now so full of cum that the cocks were just sliding into him without any resistance. His legs were spread wide. His current top holding his ankles far apart as he hammered his fat cock into Mike’s wet hole. He was grunting deeply, he wouldn’t last long Mike thought. Not that that mattered. He was here for volume not a good long fuck. Sir had said he wanted Mike’s hole sloppy and used. It was how Mike would prove he’d really given himself over to Sir. That Mike was really committed to being Sir’s cumdump. Mike hadn’t realized just how used Sir had meant. He’s though Sir would have had him here in the bathhouse sling for a while, get Mike to take a couple anonymous cocks and then he would scoop up his new boy and take him away somewhere private to play with. That was not what had happened. Mike had lost count after the tenth cock slid inside him. He’s become just a hole then. His mind had drifted away and all that was left was a hole to be filled. Sir watched from the corner as man after man took advantage of his new play thing. He’d had his doubts about the cocky college jock, but Mike was proving him wrong. The boy’s body was covered in sweat, his chest heaved as another man unloaded inside him. His stomach was covered in precum as it leaked from his semi hard cock. Sir had thought Mike would take maybe three cocks before he begged to be let up from the sling. Then Sir would have gotten him up, fucked his cummy hole one last time and then sent him on his way. Mike, however, had been in the sling for almost three hours, and had sixteen men cum inside him. If he made it through four more cocks Sir would let him up, take him home, and give him his reward. For right now, it was just a waiting game for Sir. “Please, please breed me. I need more!” Mike begged as the seventeenth man pressed his cock into him. At first, he’d just been doing this because Sir asked him to. He would have done anything Sir asked him to do. After he’s lost count of how many men had fucked him, however, it had become about something else. With his wrists and ankles tied to the chains of the sling he couldn’t touch his own cock. It just lay on his stomach forgotten and leaking. His inability to bring himself to climax had kept him in a state of blind horniness. Now each load pumped into him was the reward. When a top came inside him it was like Mike came too. He got a new kind of orgasmic pleasure from taking loads. As another man came inside him Mike thought, this is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had from my cock. Eighteen loads in, only two more and the boy would have proved himself. Sir’s cock was hard and drooling in his jock. The nervous boy who had showed up at his house two weeks prior, never having been with a man older than him, never having been fucked raw, or taken a load, was transforming into a cum hungry slut in front of his eyes. For a moment the room was empty, just Mike in the sling and Sir leaning against the wall. “Please, Sir are you there? Please fuck me! I’m so horny. It feels so good! I need more! Please Sir! Someone fuck me!” Someone… that desperate cry was music to Sir’s ears. He’d broken the boy, he didn’t care who bred him now, he just knew he needed more raw cock. “Fuck me! Please! Someone use me cummy hole. Fill me up with your punk!” Another man came around the corner. Young, twinky, the sort of guy you’d normally think was a bottom. He looked at Mike strapped to the sling and begging for more. He grinned, pulled his bulging jock to the side and whipped out a big fat “Skinny White Boy” dick. Sir grinned, its ways the ones you least expect. The twink stepped between Mike’s legs and gave the bottom what he was begging for. Nineteen loads. Just as the twink was finishing a big bear walked into the room. “He’s all yours,” said the twink and the bear just growled. The bear wasted no time in slamming his cock right into Mike’s dripping hole. He fucked Mike like a rutting bull, using swing of the slings chains to slam the boy’s ass against his cock. Mike moaned and whimpered, begging the man to breed him. Sir smiled listening to his broken boy beg. This was not the same boy who’d hit messaged him on Scruff that Saturday. “Hey! How’s it going,” Mike typed nervously. He’d never tried to hook up with anyone on an app before. Really most of his hookups had just been drunken accidents after parties, hurried make outs and blow jobs hoping they didn’t get caught. He’d only actually gone all the way with a guy three times. Always safe. He liked it. He wanted more of it, but he didn’t really know how to find guys to… well… he’d heard about these hook up apps so he thought, what the hell. He wasn’t not out, guys on the soccer team knew, but he was still nervous showing his face on the app so he made a profile with several pictures of his shirtless torso, set his preferences to bottom and started scrolling. The profile stood out to him immediately. A rough looking man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, a close-cropped beard, square handsome face, and what promised to be a strong hair covered body, profile name “SIR.” Mike had never really admitted it but that’s the sort of man who turned him on. Big burly men who looked like they could toss him around. Men old enough to be his father. Still, even though he watched guys like that in porn almost every time he jerked off, he’d never had a chance to act on that attraction. In a moment of bravery though Mike clicked on the Sir’s profile and messaged him. “Got a face pic?” Came Sir’s reply. Mike paused for a moment, took a deep breath and sent him an uncropped version of his profiled photo showing his full face. “Fuck you’re cute!” “Thank you Sir. You’re really sexy.” “Thanks boy.” …boy… looking at the word sent a jolt through Mike. It made his dick hard. “What you looking for on here boy?” “Dunno… I just downloaded the app. Haven’t done much but I was horny and hoping for some fun.” “This kinda fun?” Sir unlocked his album and Mike’s jaw hit the floor. He was presented with picture after picture of a big thick broad headed cock thrusting out from a thick nest of pubes. His mouth was watering. He’d never seen a cock like that. Immediately he knew he wanted to see it in person. “That kind of fun exactly!” Mike unlocked his own album which contained a couple of mirror pictures of his ass. “You’ve got a cute ass boy, and your profile says you’re a bottom. You think you can handle all this?” “Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve only been fucked a few times, but I’d love to try.” “I’ll be frank boy, I don’t usually play with inexperienced bottoms. I like boys who can take my cock and don’t complain, but if you’re serious about wanting it I’m willing to make an exception.” “I want it!” “Prove it. Be here in thirty minutes.” Sir sent an address. Mike stared at it for a long minute, not sure what to do, but then his hormones got the better of him. “On my way!” he responded. “See you soon,” said Sir, assuming the boy would flake and then block him. Sir had been wrong though, twenty minutes later there was knock at his door, and there was Mike standing nervously on his porch. Maybe this one is special Sir thought as he opened the door.

I love to please my master by performing tasks set by him. Here are some of my most enjoyable and successful tasks. 1: preload my hole with cum before he fucks me and tell him every dirty detail about it when he fucks me 2: caught getting fucked then accept what happens next 3: play solo as my master and a group of men watch and do everything that my master demands of me 4: participate in competitions with other bottoms If you like to perform tasks for your Master/bf have you or would do these. I would love to know other tasks that you have done

WHen I’m balls-deep in my bottom’s arse or down his throat and I’m ready to cum, the last thing I want to do is pull out and jerk off. I want to go in harder and pump my seed deep in his guts. Same goes when I’m in his mouth. I want to watch him gagging as I’m shooting my load down his throat. The whole point of fucking a man is to empty my balls inside him.

The first guy to put his "salami" in my ass was about 7 or 8 inches. He was around 25 or 30, and I was 12. We were both acting in a local children's theater, and he offered to give me a ride home from rehearsal one evening. He had apparently been hoping to get me in his car because when I got in there was a big salami on the car seat between us. As we were driving, he kept making sexual innuendos about/with/involving the salami. Stuff like, "Don't you just love salami? Nothing beats the taste of a nice big salami. What do you think of my big salami? Do you want to taste my salami? Let's go to my place so you can try my salami." Next thing I knew, we were sitting on his couch with the salami between us. He picked up the salami and headed to the kitchen saying, "Give me a minute to get this salami ready for you to eat." When he came out of the kitchen, his jeans were wide open, with his big cock hanging out. "We both know this is the salami you've been wanting try, isn't it?" You can imagine what happened next. I don't want to break any rules by finishing the story.

nothing is more personal or intimate that another male can share then his sperm load. Getting to anally take his cum or taste his warm essence on your tongue before you swallow him down is an unmatched mental high

That’s six loads in to a nine load evening.

@nymidtowneast Thanks for the first comment. I really appreciate it. Hopefully this next chapter will give you a taste of what's to come. @pozpopperpig well, if you know my stories... its going to be fun... @Cumboi Hopefully, this next chapter will be enough to hold you over until I can finish the next chapter. @ErikRaw My pleasure. Glad you enjoy it! @marcus1969 Thanks for the reply! @shinelover Glad your enjoy it so far! @Falls727 Hopefully the next chapter will do more than that for you 😉 @negchaserlooking I don't think even I know, and I'm the author lol. But I'm sure we will all enjoy the ride. @MuslDadOC Oh, it's going to be an interesting event, to be sure. I think everyone will like what I have planned there. Here's the next chapter. I'm still proofing the 3rd and 4th chapters, and have the next few at least mapped out. Still working on the other story, mind you, but hopefully this will tide everyone over until I can get that one out. Still have at least two more chapters to go on it. Anyways, enjoy! --- Lesson 2: The Power of Letting Go I watched on as Mike set the whip down on a table near the cross, and walked over to the tall humidor and pulled out two rather large cigars and prepared to get them lit. Slowly he brought the first one to life, puffing repeatedly until a large cloud of smoke was erupting from his mouth. Seemingly satisfied, he walked over to Greg and put the lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, followed by shackling his remaining free hand. “Fuck yeah babe,” Mike said, now bringing the remaining unlit cigar in his mouth and puffing it to life, “You ready to get flogged?” Greg let out an appreciative moan around his cigar, letting out a cloud of smoke in its wake. Walking over to cross, Mike moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth and picked the whip back up from the table. With a nod of his head, Mike gestured for me to get closer to watch. I stepped closer, watching as Mike suddenly cracked the multi-tasseled whip across Greg’s ass, immediately eliciting a loud groan. I felt my cock jump at the sound in the confines of the white jockstrap I put on. I stood there taking in the sight as Mike smacked Greg’s ass several more times, both of them puffing on their cigars in between strikes. Unable to take it any longer, I reached into the jock and began to slowly work my cock, as I slowly moved my left hand across my chest before slowly starting to pinch my right nipple. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Mike said, grinning around the large cigar as he looked over at me as I slowly began to feel myself up at the scene, “Liking what you see so far?” “It’s really hot,” I said in agreement, pinching my nipple even harder, letting myself get lost in the scene in front of me. Mike’s only reply was and even harder smack across Greg’s ass, causing him to groan even louder. “Smack that ass even harder,” Greg groaned aloud, puffing hard on his cigar before moving his ass back even farther. “Yeah, you fucking love it don’t you, pig?” Mike asked, suddenly giving three hard smacks in succession. Greg gave a groan in appreciation, as Mike pulled the cigar out of his mouth, gesturing with it at the scene in front of us. “What do you think, boy,” he asked, giving his hard dick a few long tugs, “Ready to give it a try?” I could only nod, unsure if I could even voice words with the amount of hormones rushing through my bloodstream. Walking over, I helped Mike unshackle Greg, and with my heart racing, I watched as Greg turned his head grabbing his cigar out of his mouth with his now free hand. Before I knew it, he grabbed my face and blew a huge cloud of smoke in it. Before I could react further, he locked lips and slowly forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt as Greg grabbed the back of my neck, his cigar butt rubbing against my skin as we both stood there, making out. As Mike finally released his other hand, I felt as he reached into my jock and slowly began to tug on my balls, working them in his hand while our tongues continued to slide against each other. Greg was the first to pull away as I felt Mike come up beside us, his hand slowly working a few fingers between my ass cheeks, slowly prodding the outside of my hole. Mike took a long pull on his cigar before exhaling in my face, and then we locked lips as well. “Fuck yeah,” Greg growled, giving my nuts a slight squeeze, making me let out an involuntary moan, “Gonna enjoy turning you into our dirty little sex pig.” After a few minutes of making out, Mike and I broke apart as I felt Greg tugging my hand out of my jockstrap, and pulled it up towards the shackle. I let him deftly strap my wrist in as Mike began doing the same with my other hand. Both occasionally puffed on their cigars, blowing the smoke towards me as they quietly worked. Satisfied I was fully shackled in, Greg walked over to the wall of whips and toys, and grabbed another nearly identical whip to the one Mike was using earlier. While Greg was doing that, Mike double checked the shackles, growling deeply with approval. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slowly running his hand down my back until he reached my ass, giving its a firm squeeze, “Got you chained up right where I want you. Gonna make those ass cheeks glow red.” Stepping back, he took another puff on his cigar as Greg walked up beside him. “You ready, pig boy?” Greg said, puffing on his cigar as well. Nervously, I just nodded and waited. And then I felt as first one asscheek and then the other were smacked, leaving a slight sting where each of the whips came in contact with my skin. The sensation cause me to take in a slight gasp, as well as my cock to twitch a little. “Nice,” Mike said, as he took another swing and connect with my right cheek, “Already a bit pink.” We stood there for several minutes, each man taking a turn smack one ash cheek then the other, as progressively each crack of the whip got harder and sharper. I began to moan as I let myself drift away mentally, enjoying the pain with each smack. The room was quickly filling with a haze and the cigar smoke floated in the air. Suddenly, one smack connected extra hard, causing me to yelp with the pain and shock of it. “Like that, fucker?” Greg asked, as another equally sharp smack hit the other side, again making me yelp, “Look how fucking red his ass is getting.” “Yeah, pig boy here must like the pain,” Mike laughed, before walking around and pointing the whip at my crotch, “He’s hard and the front of the jock is already soaking wet with his precum.” I felt several fast and hard smacks connect with ass, causing me to whimper slightly from the pain as I involuntarily flinched and tried to pull away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Mike asked while he laughed, pulling hard on his cigar before blowing it in my face, “You aren’t going anywhere. We got you right where we fucking want you.” “We got ourselves a nice slab of boy meat here,” Greg added, rubbing the whip between my thighs, “I can’t wait until we fuck you up and make you our personal fuck toy. Turn you into a brainless little fuck puppet that we can do whatever we want to.” I flinched away as a a massive wave of fear filled me as the reality of the situation hit me. I’m chained up essentially a random stranger’s basement, and nobody knowing where I was. I was at the mercy of these guys, and suddenly I felt panicked as every possible outcome race through my brain. The fear must shown on my face as Mike looked at me directly. The tone of the room changed suddenly and Mike looked over at Greg for a split second. Stepping closed, Mike stepped to behind me, grabbing my chin as he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry boy, it’s all talk,” he said gently in my ear, his hand slowly moving up and down on my chest and stomach, “You’re safe here, and you can say stop at any time and go home. But we both hope you won’t. We got lots of plans for the entire summer. It’s your choice… do you want to keep going and see part of what we have planned?” I stood for a second and let out a few shaky breaths, forcing myself to calm down. Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, before running his hand through my hair, before turning to Greg as he then moved his hand over my still stinging ass, gently rubbing it before he continued, “Looks like he’s ready to move to the sling. I call dibs on taking his butt cherry.” Reaching up, he began to unshackle my arms, causing the tension and fear in my chest to release. Gingerly, I pulled my arms down before twisting my body, looking down at my ass. Damn, I thought to myself as I took in the sight of my bright red and throbbing ass, they really did a number down there. Greg walked over to me, taking his half smoked cigar out of his mouth and began to make out with me, as Mike took both paddles and and put them back. I tasted the thick cigar smoke all over his tongue, letting myself relax as he suddenly pulled away and using my hair, pulled my head back, leaving my mouth gaping opening. Suddenly, I felt him spit into my open mouth, before he took a huge drag on his cigar and then went back into kissing me, forcing his cigar smoke into my mouth. Surprisingly, I found I really enjoyed it, enjoying the taste as our tongues intertwined. Finally he pulled away, and I let out a sigh, noticing some of the smoke on my breath. “Good boy,” he growled, “You like taking Daddy’s smoke, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said, very turned on as I nodded, “Thank you sir.” “Polite fucking pig, isn’t he,” Mike said, standing over near the sling as he motioned for me to get in. Having never been in a sling before, I failed the first two tries to get it, before finally getting the hang of it with some help from the both of them. Slowly adjusting myself to get more comfortable, I was inwardly glad there weren’t any restraints on the sling after my minor panic attack at the cross. Greg came to stand next to my head as Mike went over to the wall, looking at the different dildos, before deciding on one that was just a bit smaller than his cock, but somehow still large enough to make me nervous. I looked up as Greg opened up his bottle of poppers, taking a few sniffs of the bottle before letting out a content sign. “That fucking better,” he growled, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes, clearly content. Having heard of the poppers, but never trying them before, I was a bit curious as to what they were like. Apparently, I was about to find out as Greg set his cigar back in the corner of his jaw, and began to hand me the bottle. “Ever done poppers, boy?” he asked, as I grabbed the bottle from him. “No, I mean, I know of them, and I know it makes sex fucking wild, but never had a chance to try them,” I answered, as I began to mime what I had seen both of them do. “Go ahead and pinch off one side of your nose with your thumb there, and I want to you to take a deep sniff or two in each nostril,” he said, coaching me through it as he slowly stroked is cock. I did as he said, watching as Mike came over with he dildo and some lube, as well as dragging a stool behind him. I didn’t feel anything at first as I watched Mike take a seat at my ass, and then, a wave of warmth spread across my face, making me feel flush as I felt my heart start to race. The feeling was intense, and after handing back the bottle to Greg, I sat there in the sling, enjoying the rush. “Good fucking poppers, aren’t they,” Mike asked, slowly coating my asshole with the cool lube, “Greg and I picked up quite a few on our last trip to Berlin.” I could only grin stupidly and nod as I felt myself floating on the high. “You ready?” Mike asked, slowly pressing the head of the gleaming black dildo up against my hole. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out loud, feeling the pressure at my asshole. “Babe, get him fucked up on the poppers while I break in his hole and stretch him out,” Mike said, rubbing my cock and balls as I pulled away slightly at the sudden intrusion at my ass. I laid there gripping the chains of the sling as Greg held the bottle to my nose, having me take 4 deep sniffs in each nostril. Satisfied, he closed the bottle back up and watched as his husband slowly began to press the dildo harder against my hole. I was about to tell him we’d have to quit when I finally felt the head of the toy suddenly breach my opening. The sudden stretching of my assails caused me to let out a loud, pained groan as Mike slowly worked the large black toy deeper and deeper into my ass, occasionally looking up and me with a grin and nodding as it slowly breached my guts. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing his free hand across my flat stomach, “Good fucking boy. Let your daddies stretch that ass out so we can breed it later. Fill you up with a few nice loads of dirty bear cum in those virgin guts. You want that, don’t you baby?” The poppers having taken full effect left me too far gone to speak, only leaving me with enough brain power to nod. The pain in my ass slowly switched over to a pleasant fullness as the head of the dildo began to slide past my prostate. “Oooooh fuck,” I groaned, feeling as the dildo occasionally was pulled back before being driven back in again. I looked up and watched as Greg slowly smoked his cigar, enjoying the feeling as he slowly began to pinch and twist my nipples. “Ah…. Oh god,” I gasped, feeling as the base off the toy hit my taint, finally worked deep in my guts, “Oh fuck, it’s so fucking deep.” “Yeah, fucker,” Greg said, blowing his smoke down at me as he continued to stroke his hard cock, “Take that toy deep in you. So fucking hot seeing your young jock hole get destroyed. We are going to get those guts nice and stretched out for all the cum we’re gonna dump in you.” “Shiiiit,” I groaned again as I felt Mike jiggle the toy around before slowly pulling it back to the entrance of my hole. The sensation caused my legs to shudder for a short while, as I felt my ass grip down on the toy. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly reached down and after pulling out my dick from the confines of the jock, started slowly jacking off. “Yeah,” Mike growled, “You like feeling your virgin hole get stretched, don’t you boy? You’re gonna be a good boy and let us do whatever we want? Let us fill you up with our dirty bear cum until its leaking out?” “Oh, fuck… yes…. Fuuuuck,” I groaned, as he began working the toy in and out of my hole, “Whatever you want.” For a while, Mike continued to slowly fuck my ass with the large toy, as Greg continued to pinch and work my nipples, both of them covering my body with cigar smoke. As I got more used to the sheer size and length of the dildo, I laid back and slowly stroked my cock, enjoying the stretch. Finally, after what felt like like forever but was likely just 10 minutes, Mike pulled the dildo out, with a dull pop. Grinning, he laid it on my stomach. “Fuck yeah, thats how deep it was inside you,” he said, rubbing his hand on my stomach along side the toy. “Holy shit…” I replied, my voice quivering as I slowly got used to the empty feeling in my ass. “Hey babe,” Greg said suddenly, getting up and walking over to one of the tool boxes, “Since you get his ass cherry, mind if I take his cock cherry?” Confused, I looked at Mike. My mind tried to figure out what he meant, seeing as I was definitely not a virgin in terms of penetrating someone. “Fuck yeah, if you think he’s ready. You’re gonna love this, slut,” Mike said, grinning before he got up and moved towards my head. Slowly, he took the cigar out of his mouth and began to rub it on my left nipple. “Open up your mouth for a second, pig,” he said, as Greg continued to rummage around. I complied with his request, and slowly he let a long line of drool out into my mouth before he put his nearly finished cigar in my mouth. Knowing what he wanted, I closed my lips around the cigar, unfamiliar with the sensation. “Fuck that’s a hot look,” Greg said grinning around his cigar, as he walked up to my ass with several long and curved metal rods and a tube of lube. Mike quickly walked away, making his way over to the humidor and pulling out another two cigars as well as an ash tray. Walking back up to me, he set the ashtray on my chest, effectively using me as a table, while Greg began to cover the smallest of the rods with lube. “Extra hundred for you tonight if you finish both of our cigars, boy,” Mike said, before sticking the first cigar in his mouth and lighting it. I sat there for a second contemplating it before deciding to do what he asked. Having never smoked before, I felt a bit weird doing it, but I decided to follow their lead and took a few puffs on the cigar. I was surprised at the taste, amazed that it tasted better or at least different than it smelled. After a few puffs, I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, turning my attention to what Greg was doing. “What’s that?” I asked, watching as he covered the rod with the lube, ensuring that it was fully covered. “Well, since Mike gets first crack at breeding the prime unused hole, I figured I deserve to take one of your other cherries,” he began to explain, grabbing onto my dick suddenly, suddenly rubbing the length of the rod along my dick hole, “This is whats called a urethral sound. I’m gonna break open your dick cherry and fuck you nice and deep with these sounds until you shoot your load.” I paused for a second. There’s no fucking way thats gonna work, I thought to myself, trying to wrap my head around what Greg had just told me. “Don’t worry, boy,” Mike assured me, reaching over me and grabbing Greg’s cigar out of his mouth and placing it in the ashtray, before replacing it with the freshly lit one, “Greg is a professional at this. I thought the same thing the first time as well. But trust me, you’re gonna love it.” I sat there for a second, contemplating if it was time to stop. But as I felt him slowly start to stroke my dick, my hormones got the better of me and decided to just sit back and enjoy the ride. “Fine,” I sighed, “As long as you know what your doing I guess.” Resigned and just a tiny bit darkly curious, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and watched Greg as he continued to tease the opening of my dick with the cold metal rod. “Babe, wanna give him a few hits off the poppers?” Greg asked, not looking up as he gently pressed the tip of the metal to my cock hole. Silently, Mike grabbed the bottle of poppers out of his harness, opened them and put the opening to my nose as I instinctively pressed my thumb against one of my nostrils and sniffed deeply. Looking up at me, Greg gave me a huge grin, waiting as the poppers did their job. “Ready, fucker?” he asked, and not waiting for the answer, slowly began to push the rod into my pisshole. The sensation of the thin cold metal rod inside my cock was intense, causing me to groan immediately. I watched in fascination as the rod slowly worked down into my dick, and I could feel every twist of the metal as Greg worked the rod further and further down. “Yeah, babe, stretch out the pig’s pisshole,” Mike growled, lighting his cigar now before walking away to the tool box as well. I only vaguely registered Mike leaving as nearly al my attention was on the scene before me, as Greg began to work the metal rod deftly in and out of my urethra. The sensation felt amazing and alien at the same time. Eventually, Mike returned, with what looked like two suction cups and what looked like a hand pump. I began to puff on the cigar as Greg continued to do what I could only describe as fuck my cock with the metal probe, while Mike placed each suction cup over my nipples and began to pump the air out, effectively obscenely sucking out my nipples to fill each cup. Satisfied, Mike flicked each cup, checking the seal before moving back to my head, slowly stroking his cock as he watched as Greg pulled out the metal rod. “How was that?” Greg asked, as he began to lube up a thicker rod, “Ready for more?” To enraptured at the scene before me, and with the large cigar in my mouth that I was now puffing regularly on, I could only nod. “Go ahead and grab your cock so you can feel me shoving it in you,” Greg said with a smile, as he pressed the tip of the rod at my dick’s opening. I let go of one of the chains I hadn’t realized I was hanging onto tightly and gently wrapped my hand around my dick, firmly holding it in place. “Yeah, feel that fucking rod stretch out your piss tube,” Greg said, as I could indeed feel the metal rod slowly go deeper and deeper into my dick before stopping half way, “Want me to go deeper?” Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I groaned, feeling the metal rod against my fingers, deep inside my dick. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned, giving my dick a slight tug, feeling how the my urethra conformed to the metal around it. Slowly, he pushed the rod deeper, until finally only the tip remained. Finally he let go of the rod, and we all watched as it slowly began to work itself out of my cock. Greg began to gently tap and press the rod back down. “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” I groaned around the cigar, loving the sensation it was giving me. Greg grinned down at me as he continued to tap and slide the rod in and out of my cock. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked slowly jacking his cock as he watch on. “Oh god, yes, keep doing that,” I said, my whole world narrowed down to the feeling of the metal rod fucking the inside of my dick as I puffed away on the nearly spent cigar. I felt as Mike pulled the nub of the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray, before grabbing the other mostly smoked cigar and firmly planting it back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, pig,” Mike growled, jacking his cock and rubbing the tip of it in my hair and across my face, “You look so fucking hot smoking that cigar while that metal rod fucks the inside of your dick. Can’t wait until I get to paint the walls of your guts with our loads.” Greg continued to fuck the sound in and out of my dick, and after a few minutes, he began to move my hand up and down, jacking my self on the sound. “Yeah…. That sound is nice and deep in you,” he growled, holding it in place as I began to stroke myself, “Show your daddies how much you love it. Fucking take it.” This continued on for several minutes, with Greg asking how much I loved what he was doing, and Mike telling me how hot the scene was. I couldn’t help myself and started jacking off my dick rougher and rougher, telling them how fucking good it felt. Finally I felt the telltale feelings I was about to shoot my load. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m about to shoot,” I groaned, still jacking my cock hard as Greg continued to help push the rod back down inside my dick. I could see a small puddle of precut had already formed on my stomach, pooling easily around my abs. “Fuck yeah, shoot your load for us!” Mike and Greg said nearly in unison, as I began to jack myself off with reckless abandon. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, the feeling of humming building hard and fast deep in my dick, “I’m gonna fucking nut, shit…” Suddenly, I felt as my dick began to erupt, shooting with such force that half the rod shot up out of my dick, the first volley of cum squirting around it and onto my stomach. I continued to roughly jack my cock as Greg quickly pulled the rod out, as I continued to pump several more times, causing me to yell out wordlessly with each massive spurt. It took me a solid minute before I finally felt like I was done. I looked down, amazed at the amount of cum I had shot. My cock was covered, with a massive white puddle pooling on my abs. It was hands down the largest amount I’d ever produced. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, Greg then began to rub the end of it in the pool of my cum, coating it thickly before shoving it back into my mouth. “Fucking taste yourself on that cigar,” Greg said, before he and Mike began to do the same thing with theirs, scooping up the massive amount of cum. It reminded me of when I was a kid, after begging my parents for it, they’d break down and buy me one of those Fun Dips and I’d share it with my friends. Following their lead, I took the cigar back out of my mouth, scooping more of my cum onto the end of it before putting it back in my mouth, the salty and somewhat creamy flavor contrasting the taste of the cigar. The three of us grinned at each other as we slowly scooped up my spent load, sucking it off the end of our cigars until finally only a slick sheen of my spent land remained on my stomach. Finally, Greg broke the silence and picked the rod up and held it up vertically along side my still hard cock. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, grinning at me as I set the spent cigar out of my mouth and placed it in the ashtray, “Thats how deep it was inside you.” “Holy shit,” was the only thing I could think of as a reply. I was pleasantly shocked at the length, as I never imagined something so long would fit in there and actually feel good. I let out a small laugh as Greg stepped back and Mike took his place. “That was amazing,” I said, still riding the high of endorphins after summing so hard. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” Mike said, as he slowly pressed the head of his cock against my now wet and slightly stretched hole, giving me a wicked grin. “Now it’s our turn to cum.”

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.

This will be a relatively short story, based a little on real events, but also greatly exaggerated. Also im not a writer and I know this so sorry about any Grammer issues lol. Me and my husband are relatively open, we often look for a third for the bedroom. Well lately we both got into the idea of fucking in a public area, to put on a show. We didn't know where to start so decided on the local bathhouse. Flex here in cleveland. I wanted to make it a little exciting. I wanted to get cuffed in a swing. This excited the both of us, he loves being in complete control. So on a Saturday night, we grabbed our cuffs and headed to the local bathhouse. It was alot busier than we thought (probably because it was a Saturday night). Now we've been here once before on a much slower night, so we had a general understanding of the layout. We decided we would use the swing thats in its own tucked away room, there was just a door with a padlock, and red-light. He helped get me in the swing and cuffed my hands and feet to the straps so I couldn't pull away. Then he put a ballgag and blindfold on me, to help with the roleplay of it all. I wanted to feel like I had no control and just feel like a hole. Well while we were setting up a couple people saw and stayed for the show. He lubed up, taking his time to put on a show, and slowly started to enter me. He was getting me nice and open before he really started to fuck my hole. He was going so hard I thought the swing was going to come falling off, it felt like he was trying to break my hole. He was putting on one hell of a show, calling me a stupid cumdump slut for getting tied in a swing for men to use. He was really turning me on, I could hear guys cheering him on. "Fuck yeah breed his little ass" "fill that little cumslut" and so on. I was in complete ecstacy. I could feel a couple hands on my thighs and felt someone who must have been jacking from the show shoot on my thigh and balls. This sent my husband over the top and he jack hammered in to me 3-4 times shooting his load deep into my hole before collapsing ontop of me. "Fuck that was hot, hope you guys enjoyed the show" He pulled out and went to undo my wrist, when another guy lined up and started to enter me. "Hey, we were just putting on a show this is my cumslut, gonna have to find another" I could hear him scoff a bit clearly upset. He slammed balls deep once and pulled out. "Thats cool I'll just bust on him" I could hear people get disappointed that they wouldn't get a turn and the room was emptying out, besides the guy vigorously jerking while massaging my balls/taint. "OH fuck, I don't have the key for the cuffs, SHIT" I felt panic start to set in, am I really stuck in a bathhouse swing??? He's gonna have to go find the key and the only lock for this door is on the inside to the room. My husband pulled the blind fold over my eyes and pulled the ballgag from my mouth. I could finally see, and noticed the muscle daddy still jacking at my hole. "Hey sorry to cut this short but I'm gonna need a minute here alone" I could see the daddy smirk and say okay and walked out. My hubby closed the door to the room. "Okay so I'm going to need to go grab the keys to unlock you, I'm hoping that they're in the car so it should be a quick run to the parking lot. Tho worst case scenario I'm gonna have to run home and grab them" "Really? That's like 30 min away, are you sure you don't have them tucked away somewhere?" "Positive, look I'm going to run and make it as fast as I can, I'll close the door to the room so nobody comes. I'm so sorry" "Uhg it's okay, it was definitely a hot experience just PLEASE make it fast I don't like being alone in this position." "I will don't worry! I'll be right back!" He gave me a kiss took a step out the room looked around to see if there was anybody nearby waiting to use the room. It looked clear so he shut the door and headed out. No more than 2 min after he shut the door, someone was opening it. It was the muscle daddy. "oh I thought you guys were gone by now, he really lost the key?" "Yeah he's running to the car to grab it, he won't be long" "OH okay, well I'll stay and keep you company. There's alot of guys here who would love to take advantage of your position. " "Thanks that's something I was very worried about" I felt nervous especially since he never shut the door after walking in. "Of course, and I'll also finish jacking on your hole while we wait, I help you, you help me. " He walked between my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing on my hole. Playing with the load that was now leaking out of me. "Okay I guess that's fair but, please no fucking" "Thats fine what I'm doing feels amazing and the view ain't bad." He was jacking and brushing my hole with his tip and I could feel him poke ever so slightly into my hole a few times. I let out an involuntary moan because it was just so sensual and hot. That was a mistake. "You like that don't you?" "Yeah it feels good but please remember don't stick it in" "he's really taking his time aint he? I have an idea let's get these back on you first of all." He reached over and pulled my blindfold down and put the ballgag back in my mouth. He started poking his head in and out of my hole. "If your husband can make it back before i cum, then I'll only cum on you, but if he can't . . ." I felt him scoop the load that was shot on me earlier, which he must have used to lube himself up, before slamming into me balls deep pulling me in as he did. All I could do was let out a muffled scream. "You get whored out door open to anyone who wants you" I tried to fight the restraints but it only turned him on more. He started Jack hammering into me. I started freaking out wondering where my husband is . "Looks like we got another crowd forming here. I hope he's fast because bitch I'm getting close." It felt like what must have been 15 minutes by now, did he have to go all the way home? That means I'll be here for another hour alone. I didn't have much time to think however because my rapists pace started to quicken and I could hear him grunting and sure enough o felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a cock twitching shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my ass. "Fuccck that hole is nice and tight, but I don't think it's going to stay that way." I fought the restraints some more. Crying into my gag begging to be left alone. "You trying to turn us on more? Because it's working, love a bottom who squirms" I felt him slowly pulling out, I assume for the unlookers, so I try to push him out faster, big mistake. You could hear a "pop" as his head left my hole followed by the sound of cum pouring from my hole and splashing on the floor. "Welp I don't see him anywhere so it looks like your ass is free game boy." He slapped my ass, pulled out a marker made a tally and started to walk away. "I'm not sure when his husband will be back so if you want to breed his bitch better make it fast" I felt another guy line up and shove balls deep. Making me scream into the gag. "Fucking lucky find, not often we get a no limits cumdump taking loads" "I haven't cum in a few days so your gonna get a big load, fuckkkk and fast too your so wet and tight" I could feel guys on both sides of me rubbing there precum covered cocks on my inner thigh. "Here it cums bitch, fuck yes take this load" He made another tally and I felt another guy take his place and just stopped fighting it, I was just their little rape hole. There wasn't anything I could do. I started to lose track after the 8th guy who raped their load into me, they were so quick one after the other cheering each other on. I felt some of then just shoot their load on my hole while it was still being fucked, another all over my thigh and balls. I was bother covered and filled with so much anon cum. "Damn you've been busy boy" I recognized the voice to be my first rapist "Well I brought you a few gifts for all the hard work you did" I could feel him pressing something into my hole, one, two, three I was starting to feel a little full. "I went around finding all the cum filled condoms I could find for you, could only find 12, now to just pack them deep in you. " He lined up and hammered my hole "Well fuck your not tight anymore, but thats okay I love a sloppy hole" "Gonna give you one last load before you get your final gift" He hammered at my hole hard trying to cum as fast as he could "Fuck yes slut your never going to forget this, fuck here it comes" He breed me one last time deep. He pulled out and admired my destroyed hole. "Well I promised you 1 final gift" I felt someone line up at my hole and start pushing in what felt like a baseball bat. I was screaming into my gag again trying g to pull away. "Calm down baby I'll open you up first, start nice and slow. This is only the head, we have another 10 inches to go" "I found him fucking some bottom in the asylum, takes him forever to cum." "Yeah everybody struggles to take me, but you'll get the job done right?" "Alright I gotta head out, I work tonight. If you want to make sure you finish you might want to shut and lock the door, his dumb ass husband left to find the keys to unlock him so who knows when he'll be back" "Aight thanks for the heads up, and for the hole, good shit" I was horrified at what was going to happen, I felt him pull out, I heard the door shut and lock latch. What was going to happen to me . . . "Now it's just the two of us. Fuck I'm gonna tear that ass up boy." He lined up again and I kept trying to fight free and stop the assault. "I see you want it rough huh" He grabbed me by the hips with one hand and lined up with his other. And slammed into me balls deep. I never felt that kind of pain before. I was seeing stars it was just too much. "If you wanna fight it ima have to give you all 12 inches the hard way." He started slam fucking me it was too much. "Fuck you can really take some dick, so much Nutt pouring out of you. I can't remember the last time I got to rape fuck a hole, should have started like this" I was struggling to stay conscious it was all so painful he was so deep it hurt so bad. "You might be the first person to make me cum more than once" I couldn't take it anymore and passed out . . . Unknown to me he fucked two loads into me after I passed out as well as 2 more cum filled condoms he was holding onto. I came too when I heard knocking at the door, my big dicked rappist still just taking long slow strokes in my hole. He picked up the marker and made 4 tallies. I also felt him writing underneath them. Before he pulled out. I never felt so empty before. "Hot ass man message me for the content, looks like we're done" I heard him take a few steps back, stand there a moment then I heard a photo shutter, he was taking a picture wtf. "See you around" He turned unlocked the door opened it and left. "Oh shit" My husband was back and quickly got me out of the restraints. Apologizing profusely. I took my blindfold and gag off. "I'm so sorry I had to drive all the way home, then that guy was asking me all kids of questions when I got back about the restraints, and if i ever let other guys fuck you, I'm just so sorry" That asshole kept him distracted to make sure his friend got to finish "It's fine I just need to go to the bathroom" "Of course take your time I'll be in the car unless you want me to come with you? "No I just need my clothes and my phone" "Of course here you go" He went to the car, tho I noticed he was rock hard as he left. I went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and could see on my inner thigh what I counted to be 38 tallies and a phone number. I remembered what the last guy said and decided to text it. "Hey I'm untied, what did you want to show me?" "Hey sexy that ass was hot, I want it again. Here's something to remember it by" He sent me over a picture of me still in the swing, hole gaping and leaking cum and condoms, it looked like I got fucked by the hole bathhouse. I reached for my hole and sure enough I could feel a condom poking out. I decided to just shove it in get dressed and get out of there, I'd take care of it at home. But first I responded back "That was so painful, I've never went thru anything like that. But I can't help but to find it hot in some sick way if you want to rape my hole again let me know" With that I finished getting dressed and went out to meet my husband The end P.s. the real life version of this he did forget the key but it was in the car. And only 2 guys raped my hole (they were watching the show and mad they were teased) before he got back. I didn't want him to feel bad for leaving me there so I just told him it was his cum.

Although the apartment was fully decorated it still felt soulless. My employers had set me up here for the summer as I did some temporary work in the city. I was worried about leaving my wife and children a 3 hour plane ride away but I knew that my wife was capable of supporting herself, not too mention the money I was making from this job was amazing. I had finished unpacking my clothes and made myself a tequila soda. The apartment was very nice, especially as I wasn’t paying for it, but lacked any sense of home. After turning the tv on I plopped down on the couch and scrolled my phone. I had arrived on Thursday but had till Monday to get settled before work so I was stuck with my boredom until then. After my third drink I heard a knock at the door. At first I wondered who would be knocking at this hour before realizing it was only eight. As I opened the door I was struck by the sight of an almost inhumanly large man. He was at least 6’5” towering over my 5’10 self. His head was bald but he had a thick black beard. He wore a tight white shirt that showed off his thick muscular body. The parts of his arms that I could see were covered in hair and tattoos. Hi black jeans showed off what seemed to be a massive bulge. I was shocked at how much I was admiring this stranger given that I’d never thought of men in this way before. He snapped me out of it when he said “You’re Jason, right?” In a deep rumbling voice. “Um yes sir” I replied suddenly nervous “Haha” he chuckled deeply “no need to be calling me sir yet boy, I’m Marcus the building owner. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know I’m on the top floor if you need anything.” “Oh nice to meet you I’ll let you know if anything comes up” I stuttered out “Awesome I’ll see you around Jason” he said as he pulled me in for an unexpected hug before leaving. After I closed the door I realized my cock was rock hard. The horniness overpowered my shock at having a boner from a man and I instantly ran to my computer and googled gay porn. I had never been a big porn guy as I had met my wife in high school and she was always happy to give me a blow job, but this gay porn was amazing. I pumped away on my 7” long uncut cock when I saw that my wife was calling. I muted my laptop and answered the phone while continuing to beat my cock. “Hi honey how are you” I asked when I picked up “I’m good I just wanted to check in on how the new place is” she responded sweetly “Oh it’s great” I replied in a shaky voice “ I just met the land lord and he seems nice” “Well that’s great” she responded. At that moment a huge bear of a man was pushing his massive cock into a little twink, the look of ecstasy on his face made me bust immediately shooting cum onto the dinner table. “ I’ve got to go honey I love you” I said suddenly shocked by my actions as I hung up. As I stood up and cleared my browser history I stared at my seman on the table. I bent over and began to lick it up, subconsciously imagining it was Marcus’s. It tasted surprisingly good if a bit salty.

This story is a continuation to the original “Selling my Status” which had been start by a former. The member closed their account so the remains unfinished and in limbo. I have resurrected the story below but as a nod to the original story and discussion here is the link … Originally - “Selling my StaruS” I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it outbecause that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again,didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, andlet out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.

Revenge is sweet... and can be fun if you plan it right. I discovered my boyfriend of 2 years was recently cheating on me. How did I discover it? I was randomly looking at the craigslist ads in my area, and I found a picture of his ass in an ad looking for anonymous, walk-in sex! The fucker was getting barebacked, and then turning around and fucking ME-- all without telling me! He was putting me at risk and didn't even have the decency to dump me first. And I didn't even know the fucker liked to bottom! Well, I quickly created a new email account and started a correspondence with him. We started talking about what he was looking for-- he wanted to be blindfolded and have a guy walk in and fuck him. An idea started forming so I asked him, "What about two guys? My partner and I would love to do that and could really get into that scene-- taking turns on your hole." He practically begged for 'us' to cum over. I said the earliest we could get there would be at 7 pm. I told him I'd have to talk to my partner first, but that I was sure I could talk him into it. My partner, in this case, would hopefully be this buddy of mine. A POZ buddy with a big ol' cock. We'd been friends for years, and he fucked me once, a LONG time ago (with a condom). Hurt like hell and tore me up good. I was hoping I could get him in on the fucking-over of my (soon to be ex) boyfriend. I called Tony (my buddy) and let him know the score. I knew Tony was a whore and would probably help me out. To my satisfaction Tony said he was up for a little 'revenge fucking', that he had no qualms fucking in front of me, and that the walk-in aspect of the proposed scene was perfectly fine. So, I emailed the bf back and told him my 'partner' was game. "So, how do you like to get fucked?" I asked him. "On my back or doggy style," he said. "No-- I mean, do you take it bare?" "Oh, um. I sorta have a boyfriend and I really need to be careful, so you guys should wear condoms. I have some and will have them available." "My partner and I only like to fuck bareback" I told him, continuing by saying "He's got a huge cock and condoms just don't fit him right and he can't stay hard." "Are you neg?" He asked. "Yup" I told him. Of course technically I was --- unless he had given me something I didn't know about. "Well, then I suppose you can fuck me bare. I'll give you the address and leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in to the bedroom. I'll be blindfolded on the bed." So I called Tony and told him we were a go... and for a bareback fuck-fest. I also told him I wanted to fuck and breed him first (something he'd never let me do in the entire relationship) and then I wanted him to be rough as hell and tear him up good. I also called my bf and asked him casually if he was free that evening to go grab some dinner after I got done with the gym. It was fun and a bit disgusting to hear him squirm on the phone to come up with an excuse why he couldn't meet me. Yeah right he had to go back in to work! Tony and I arrived at 7:00 and found the door unlocked. I told Tony that if any talking was to be done, he was to do it, for obvious reasons, but that he could be nasty. I would, of necessity, stay silent. In addition I didn't want any poz talk because I wanted to stealth my cheating bf. True to his word, he was laying on the bed, stark naked, wearing a black leather blindfold. I had no idea he even owned had a leather blindfold-- or where he kept it. The things you learn. Well, Tony and I stripped in silence and I let Tony go for my bf's cock. I decided to make the bf suck my dick, which I'd left a bit ripe from a day in my underwear. He gagged a bit at first, but soon really got into gobbling me while Tony worked him. Then Tony started eating the bf's hole which drove him wild! He was bucking and writhing and begging for cock. I flipped 69 to suck the bf's cock (for the last time) while I kept my cock firmly in his mouth. Tony broke the silence. "My partner is gonna use his nice 7 incher to open you up for my cock. And he's gonna cum in you to lube you up so you can take mine all the way. He comes a LOT." The bf nodded his consent, so I moved around and got in position. Tony moved up close to the bf's face and dangled his 9 inches of uncut italian meat there. I lubed up my cock and fingered some lube into the bf's tight little pucker. I must say, I was more than a little bit excited to finally be fucking my bf's ass... even if he didn't know I was topping him. Tony watched as I pushed my cockhead slowly inside. The bf was incredibly tight and he squirmed a lot. Tony simultaneously started feeding his awesome meat to the bf who started making appreciative sounds. While locking eyes with Tony, I suddenly shoved roughly to the hilt inside my bf's ass. Tony was quick and shoved as much meat as he could get into his mouth to stifle the grunts and protests. Damn was my bf's ass TIGHT! It was like fucking a virgin. I gestured to Tony to use the poppers, and he placed them under the bf's nose. A few hits later, and I was slowfucking his silky hole. I did my best to make it last as long as I could. I think I managed 10 minutes of fucking (with breaks) before I started to get close. I looked at Tony and picked up my pace. "My partner's gonna dump his cum in your ass now. Take it like a good whore." My cock spasmed and spit deep inside my bf's rectum for the first... and last time. I was honestly a bit disappointed because it was really hot fucking him because he had a nice hole, and knowing that I just bred him with my cum really turned me on. I pulled out of the bf's ass while Tony pulled out of his mouth. Tony handed me the poppers and says, "Now clean off my partner's cock while I get ready to fuck that cumsloppy ass." And fuck if my bf didn't suck my cock clean! This behavior coming from a guy who would never even rim me because he thought that was too dirty-- the fucker! I saw Tony was ready, so I uncapped the poppers and gave the bf a big ol' hit. Then I flipped around, straddled his face with my ass, grabbed his ankles and hauled him open so Tony could have unfettered fuck access. Tony spit violently on the bf's hole, placed his huge cockhead at the freshly fucked ring, and then mercilessly shoved inside, all the way to his balls. The bf let out a yowl of genuine pain which I managed to silence by slamming my butthole onto his mouth. The bf was kicking and bucking like mad, but Tony just kept it buried. Eventually, the bf stopped squirming so much, and I felt his tongue start to dance on my hole. I nodded to Tony and let him know it was ok to start fucking. I scooted forward enough so the bf could breath. We just handed him the poppers and he had them basically glued to his nostril. And man, did Tony fuck him. Just like I wanted. Hard, and without mercy. I had a front row seat, watching Tony's massive, thick meat drilling in and out of my bf's hole. Occasionally I spit on Tony's cock to lube it a bit, but mostly I just watched in fascination as Tony destroyed my bf's butthole. Eventually I saw a little blood mixed with some of my leftover cum that Tony was churning up inside. This excited Tony and he really started to slam fuck the bf deep. Every time he bottomed out inside the bf let out a little whimper/grunt noise. I could tell it was hitting him deep inside and hurting like fuck - just like how it felt when I took it. I didn't want Tony to cum yet though, because I wanted the bf to cum and be tight for him. And then to suffer getting fucked more once he'd cum. So I got some lube and started jacking off my bf. After 2 years, I pretty much knew how to bring him to orgasm quickly... and I stroked his cock just how he liked it. "Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum, you guys!" he shouted, just before he sprayed a hefty load onto his belly. Tony parked his cock with just his head at the entrance of the bf's ass, while I scooped up the cumload. I slathered it on Tony's still raging meat, and then Tony pushed slowly back inside, adding even more cum to the bf's ass. "Dude-- I don't think I can take any more fucking," he said in a pitiful voice when Tony was back inside him. "I don't care what you think. I'm not done fucking 'til I bust my nut deep in your guts. Capice?" And then Tony proceeded to pile-drive the bf. He was now shouting "Ow! Ow!* Owww!" with every thrust. I was hard again just watching the festivities, so I started jacking my cock furiously while I knelt by the bf's face. I looked back at Tony and could tell he was getting close. So was I. Tony set the stage saying "Aw fuck man... here it comes! Tell me you want me to cum and be done fucking you! BEG me for my load!" "FUCK MAN!! PLEASE FUCKING CUM IN ME!!!" Tony buried into my bf's ass and growled as he shot volley after volley of toxic sperm into my bf's raw, bloody ass. Revenge was mine! Then I was blew my load, spraying my bf's face, mouth, and leather blindfold with my second cumload. Tony pulled out violently, and smacked the bf's ass hard. "Good fuckpig! That's a nice tight ass you have.... or at least it was. We'll have to do this again sometime." Then Tony and I got dressed and made a hasty retreat before the bf could pull off his blindfold. The last we saw him, he was laying on his bed, legs spread, with a small, wet, red spot growing on his sheets where his asshole was leaking from our assault. I called and broke up with the bf the next day-- no explanation, I just broke it off. A couple months later I heard from mutual friends that he'd tested positive. I wish I could say I felt guilty, but I know that he would have gotten it sooner or later with his behavior. I was just glad I was there to witness it.

Part 3 As I have said before, there are few things I love doing more than walking around Berlin - it's one of my favourite ways to unwind. I love the peace of spending time on my own exploring parks, streets, buildings and rivers, especially in what used to be East Berlin. I sometimes take a train to the end of an underground and then come above ground and spend the rest of the day walking back into the centre of town. One Saturday morning in the late 2000s, I took a train right into the north-east of Berlin to an area I had not explored before and began to walk back towards the town centre. I walked for a few hours, enjoying myself very much and stopping a couple of times for a rest and a cold drink. It was now getting towards lunchtime, and I was quite hungry, so I decided to look for a somewhere to get something to eat. A short time later I saw what looked like a rather run-down shopping centre up ahead and, also very much needing to piss, I decided to check it out. The shopping centre had definitely seen better days, but there were plenty of shops still open and a sign for a food court on the second floor. I decided my first task was to find a toilet and I set off towards the back of the shopping centre and then branched off to the left, following the sign for the toilets. When I got to the end of the corridor, there were no more signs and I was not sure what direction to go in. I came to a dead end with a set of stairs leading down to the basement and I went down there, eventually finding the toilet at the end of yet another passage. I went in and took a much needed piss at one of the urinals. While I was washing my hands, another guy came in and entered one of the two cubicles. He looked maybe early to mid 30s, blond and quite stocky - very straight looking. However I was almost certain that he had checked me out as he walked past me into the cubicle. I waited a moment and then turned round towards the cubicles. One door was shut and the other open and straight away I saw a perfectly sized glory hole between the two cubicles. I waited another minute or two and then I decided to go for it. I went into the cubicle, pulled my trousers and pants down and sat on the toilet. The hole was not covered and I looked through discreetly. The blond guy was sitting on the toilet, his jeans and his white underpants at his ankles. He had his hand over his dick, but when he saw me looking, he leaned back and showed me his hard cock. I tapped my fingers on the hole and he stood up. A few seconds later, his cock was through the hole, and I took it in my mouth and began to suck it. I head him sighing as I sucked him and after a while I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth and I guessed he was about to cum. But then he pulled his cock back through and tapped his fingers on the hole. I had somehow not expected this, but I wasted no time in standing up and pushing my hard cock through the hole and into his mouth. He sucked me really well and before too long I was really close myself. I don't know if he sensed this, but he stopped sucking me and stood up. I was expecting him to push his cock through again, but instead he took hold of my cock and turned round, backing his arse up to the hole and rubbing my cock against his arsehole - there was no doubt what he wanted me to do! As always when out and about in Berlin, I had a little pack of lube with me and I opened it and began to rub some into his arsehole. He groaned and pushed his arse hard against the hole and a few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock up his arse. When I was fully inside him, I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He was obviously very horny, and he began to ride my cock, pushing back in time with my thrusts. I had never thought I would end up fucking a fit guy's arse without a condom in the toilets of a shopping centre when I had set off that morning and I enjoyed every minute of this unexpected fuck. His arse was quite tight, but I could somehow tell he was no stranger to being fucked. I just hoped we would not be interrupted before I had a chance to shoot a nice big load right up his arse. I was fucking him harder now and was getting close, and after a few more thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load of cum right up him. When I had pulled out, he turned round and took hold of his cock. He wanked it a few times and then pushed it through the hole. I took it in my mouth just as he began to cum and I swallowed every drop. Out of breath now, I sat down on the toilet as the guy in the next cubicle pulled up his pants and left almost immediately. I tidied myself up, washed my hands and decided to go in search of some food. I made my way back to the main part of the shopping centre and the first thing I saw was a sign pointing to the toilets right by the entrance, which I had obviously missed. I guessed that the old toilets in the basement were mostly now used for cruising by those who knew they were there. A short time later, I was up on the second floor in the food court, sitting at a table with my food. A couple of tables away from me a woman was sitting with two young children and then a guy arrived at the table with a tray of burgers and fries and began to hand them out to the children. It was the guy I had just fucked in the toilet. He didn't notice me as he sat down with his family, his arse loaded with cum. A few years later, I arrived in Berlin after a really busy period at work. I was looking forward to having a rest and even more so to enjoying some good, hard, bareback sex, something I had always managed to find on my trips to Berlin. I arrived in the early afternoon, checked into my hotel and then had a shower and rested for a couple of hours. I woke up feeling refreshed and also feeling horny and went online to see if I could hook up. After a short time, I was messaged by an Indian guy in his mid 20s. He said he was a top and just wanted a quick fuck on his way to work. He sent me a picture of his cock, which was long and thick, and I sent him a couple of pictures of my arse. He told me he didn't have too long as he was on his way to work but could be with me in around 20 minutes. I had another shower and freshened up and a short time later I met him down in the hotel reception. He was even better looking than his pictures - with dark eyes, long dark hair and an arse that really filled out his smart black trousers. When we got to my room , he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I was really horny now and the scent of his aftershave and the feel of his hard cock pressing against me almost made me cum in my pants. Before long we were both naked and I was down sucking his big, thick cock. He let me suck him for a while and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He turned round and bent over the bed, and I pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. I was beyond horny now and I knelt up on the bed and offered him my arse. He had told me beforehand that he didn't want to use a condom and I had said I was fine with that. He pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his cock against my arsehole and soon he was pushing his big, thick cock right up me. He gave me a minute or two to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me, slowly at first and then a bit harder. I had not had a cock this big up me for some time and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. He fucked me for a while and then he took hold of my hips and began to fuck me really hard. I could tell he was getting close and a short time later he pushed his cock hard up my arse a few times and held it there. It was one of the best fucks I had had in a long time and I could actually feel his cum pumping into my unprotected arse. After a while, he pulled his cock out of my arse, and I took it in my mouth and sucked on it for a while. Then he showered quickly and when he was dressed again he kissed me and said he had better get to work. When he left, I laid back on the bed and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of what felt like a massive load of cum in my arse. The following evening, I was meeting one of my friends, Christiaan, for dinner. I had known Christiaan for a number of years, and I liked him a lot. His partner was a little bit older than him and I sometimes found him hard work. He was a bit intense and I sometimes found him a bit judgemental about such things as cruising and anyone having "unprotected sex". Christiaan had suggested that we meet at an Indian restaurant near my hotel, as all three of us loved Indian food, and I was looking forward to catching up with him again. We met about 9pm and soon the guy behind the bar had brought us our drinks and some menus, saying that the waiter would be with us as soon as we were ready to order. A short time later, our waiter came to the table, and when I looked up, I saw the guy who had fucked me the day before. He was dressed smartly in his dark trousers and a white shirt and his long hair was tied ack in a ponytail. If anything, he looked even more attractive than he had the day before. He didn't give any indication that he recognised me. He took our order professionally and before long he was back at the table with our food. The food was excellent, and as I enjoyed my food and chatted to Christiaan and his partner, I couldn't help watching the waiter as he bent across the table opposite ours to serve their food. His arse looked as fit as ever, and I couldn't help getting a bit of a hard on as I remembered how much I had enjoyed pulling his cheeks apart and getting my tongue up his hairy hole the day before. We took our time over the food and then ordered some coffee. It was later on now and the restaurant was much quieter. The waiter cleared a couple of tables near ours and as he passed our table again, he very discreetly motioned to me with his eyes to follow him. Christiaan and his partner had not noticed anything and I excused myself and followed the waiter at a discreet distance. I followed him past the toilets and round a corner at the end of the passage. He didn't look round at all and I was beginning to wonder if I had misread his signal, when he pushed a door open and, looking over his shoulder, motioned to me to follow him. I was really excited now as he led me into what was obviously a staff toilet . He put his finger to his lips and then he grinned at me as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to his knees, along with his pants. His cock was half hard and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. It was not long before his cock was fully hard, and I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and motioned to me to turn round. I was not expecting this - I had assumed he was just going to let me suck him off - but I was really turned on as I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent forward over the sink. I felt him rub something on my arse and then I felt the head of his big cock pushing up my arse once again. He didn't waste any time - he pushed right up me and began to fuck -once again he fucked me really well and really hard. I leant over the sink and took hold of my cock, wanking as he fucked me. I couldn't quite believe I was being fucked by the waiter in the toilet of a restaurant whilst two of my most straight-laced friends were finishing their coffee at the table nearby. He fucked me really quickly and after just ten or twelve more thrusts he pushed up my arse and pumped me full of cum for the second time in two days. When he pulled out my arse , I sucked his cock clean again and seconds later we were both back out in the restaurant. I wasn't sure how long we had been gone but no one seemed to have noticed anything. Christiaan's partner asked if I was alright and I smiled and said "Yes, fine thanks." I would love to have added "As a matter of fact, I've just taken the waiter's load up my arse!" just to see what he would say, but I thought I had better not. I was still very horny and when we left the restaurant, I headed for the Tiergarten, where I took a few more loads. As I walked back through the deserted streets to my hotel a couple of hours later, I could feel my arse gaping and I couldn't stop a few loads of cum sliding out into my underpants. One of the most unexpected and horniest experiences I had in Berlin was in the late 2000s when I met one of my friends for a night out. I had known Peter for many years and I had first met him through friends when I spent three months in Hamburg when I was a student. Peter was completing his teacher training to be an English teacher and was keen to practice his English. We got on very well and stayed good friends. Peter had moved to Berlin from Hamburg a couple of years before after splitting with his long-term partner. I had known Peter and his partner were drifting apart, but I was surprised when they split. I was even more surprised when Peter moved to Berlin and within a couple of months was living with a 21 year old. That relationship had lasted about a year and Peter was now single again and I was really looking forward to catching up with him. I had been out cruising with Peter a few times during the last year of his relationship and I knew he was always passionate about safe sex. He rarely fucked when out cruising and then only as a top with a condom - he always said that bottoming with a stranger was too risky, even with a condom. I knew also that he really worried about some of his friends who went bareback. At this time, however, I was mostly practising safe sex, so Peter never saw me fucking without a condom. A few months before this trip, I had been out with Peter at a bar in Berlin which had quite an active darkroom and also an outside area which was not overlooked and had a few recesses where guys would go for sex - especially during the day when the darkroom was not open. Peter and I were in the bar early one summer evening with a group of his friends and I had got chatting to one of them. We got on well and after a while we discreetly made our way out to the garden area and into one of the recesses. We sucked each other for a while and then he said he would love to fuck me. I bent over without hesitation and he went up me bareback. He fucked me really well and soon we had a bit of a crowd watching us. He was getting close now and a short time later he pushed right up me and pumped me full of cum. When he had finished and pulled out, I pulled up my pants and turned round to where a few guys were still watching and I realised that one of them was Peter. He was looking at me with an odd expression on his face, and I guessed he had seen me being fucked bareback and did not approve. However, he never said anything and his manner to me was absolutely as usual. We arranged to meet for a meal on the Friday night of this visit and Peter asked me if I fancied going for a drink later on, saying he knew a place we could go which was open late and was usually good fun on a Friday night, adding that he was sure I would enjoy it. We had a meal in an Italian restaurant and about 10m we got on the underground and travelled out towards the east of Berlin, where we entered a bar with a rainbow flag outside it. It looked very much like any other gay bar, with seats and tables and a small stage at one side of the bar. I wasn't sure why Peter thought I would enjoy this bar particularly, but it was quite busy with a good mix of guys of all ages, including quite a few fit looking younger lads who looked to be in their early to mid 20s. At the table next to ours were three really fit looking lads, one dark haired and stocky, one blond guy and a lad who looked Turkish, I also couldn't help noticing one of the barmen - a dark haired guy who looked in his early 30s. I noticed his arse particularly - when he bent over to get bottles from the lower shelves behind the bar, his T-shirt rode up and I had a perfect view of the top of his white pants and the crack of what looked like quite a hairy arse. The other barman was a bit older but also very friendly and welcoming. The music was good and the bar was quite lively, and around 11.30pm, the doors were locked and one of the staff was on the door to let people out. At this point, the lights went down and the older barman announced that it was show time. I was expecting something along the lines of a drag performer but instead, two fit young lads came onto the stage and the music changed to "Male Stripper." I'm not usually a big fan of male strippers, but I quickly realised that this was going to be different, as the two lads began dancing together and then kissing. The taller of the two was a fit dark-haired guy and the other was blond and a bit stocker. They carried on dancing and kissing and soon they had removed each other's tops. A short time later, they were not only stripping each other, but they were feeling each other up and, as they got down to their underwear, the dark haired guy was playing with the blond boy's cock and we could all see that the blond guy was fully hard in his pants. The dark guy pulled the blond lad's cock out and began to wank him, to much cheering from the audience, and then he went down and began to suck it. He sucked the guy's cock for a while, making sure everyone in the audience could see and then the older barman came on to the stage. I understand German perfectly well and I knew he was asking for a volunteer from the audience to come up and join them. The blond guy was wanking his cock and the barman said "Who wants to come up and suck this big cock?" Just then the dark-haired buy turned his back to the audience and pulled his pants down. He bent over and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his arsehole as, amid more cheers, the barman asked "And who wants to fuck this tight young arse?" There was even more cheering from the audience as he added "No condom necessary!" and I was surprised to see that Peter was cheering as loudly as anyone. The three young lads at the next table were nudging each other and obviously encouraging each other to go up on stage. The Turkish lad was shaking his head and he and the blond guy were encouraging the dark haired lad to go up, which eventually he did, joining the barman and the other two on the stage. The barman asked him his name and he said it was Oliver. The barman left the stage and soon the two guys were all over Oliver, kissing him, feeling him up and stripping off his clothes. A short time later, he too was naked and displaying a fairly sizeable hard on. The two other guys got down and soon they were taking turns sucking his cock and licking his balls. Then they turned him round and he bent over as the dark haired guy pulled his cheeks apart to expose his arsehole before pushing his tongue right up his hole. I had never seen any kind of live sex show before, especially not one like this, and I found it all very horny. A little later, things got even hornier as the dark haired stripper was bent over and lubed and we all watched as the blond guy pushed his big bare cock up him and began to fuck him as Oliver watched and wanked. The blond fucked him for a while and then pulled out as Oliver, amid much cheering from his friends, pushed his bare cock up the lad and began to fuck him. They took turns fucking his mouth and his arse, and a number of other guys were now openly wanking as they watched the show. A fit, dark haired young lad who looked in his early 20s was sitting wanking at a table near us. He had been the first to pull his trousers and pants right down and weas now sitting with his legs spread, wanking what looked like a pretty impressive cock. Peter had also pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and was playing with his cock as he watched the three lads on stage fuck. A couple of guys were now kissing and another guy was getting his cock sucked in the corner of the bar. The fucking on stage was now getting more intense and soon the blond guy was shooting his load up the other lad's arse. He pulled his cock out and then Oliver went up him, fucked him hard and fast and added his load to the other lad's. The scene in the bar had now developed into something of an orgy - guys were wanking and sucking all over the bar and it was not long before one of the younger lads was bent over a table being fucked. The guy fucking him did not use a condom and before long bare cocks were being slipped up unprotected arses everywhere you looked. Oliver had stepped off the stage and was now being fucked over a table, as far as I could see, without a condom and the young Turkish lad was also bent over, his jeans and his white briefs at this ankles, as a older guy fucked him hard up the arse I had hooked up with a couple of guys from a table nearby who told me they were partners. I got down and soon I was sucking on first one cock and then the other. I sucked them both for a while and then one of indicated that I should bend over the table. A short time later I too was being fucked bareback by first one and then the other - and both shot their loads right up me. I was mega horny now and needed to cum - preferably up a fit young arse! Both Oliver and the Turkish lad were bent over the table taking on anyone who wanted to fuck them and I fucked both of them for a little while and just as I was wondering which one to breed, I noticed the fit barman with the hairy arse bent over being fucked nearby. I pulled out the Turkish lad and, when the guy fucking the barman pulled out, I went up him. After just about ten or twelve thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load right up his hairy arse to add to what felt like quite a few loads already up there. When I pulled out I looked around for Peter and saw him at a table nearby. He was fucking the dark haired guy who had been sitting with his legs spread wanking earlier on, while a fit looking black guy watched and wanked. I could tell Peter was getting close and I moved in closer - I had to see if Peter was using a condom. A short time later Peter thrust right up the guy's arse a few times and then pulled out. He wasn't wearing a condom. A little to my surprise, the guy he had fucked got up and they changed places. Peter bent over the table and the dark haired guy stepped up, pulled Peter's cheeks apart, lined up his bare cock and pushed right up him. I watched as the guy fucked Peter and came in him and then watched as the black guy took his place and fucked Peter. I had always thought Peter had a fit looking arse, but I had never seen it being fucked - and certainly not bareback. I enjoyed every minute of it - especially when the black guy came up Peter's arse and then pulled out and I saw the cum sliding out of Peter's arse. It was one of the horniest nights I ever spent - and the next time I was in Berlin, I pumped a few loads up Peter's arse - but that's another story!

The implications are that he seems to think he is the ruler of earth. So it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks is their sovereign territory; in his warped mind it is his to do as he chooses. Was any of this in the cards in 2015? Yup. Right there in front of all of us who cared to look. We already knew how the man ran his largely UNsuccessful businesses. He had decades of reputation about making a contract specifying you to XYZ and I'll pay you ABC, only to welsh on those deals as his standard mode of doing business. If enough US Senators engage their brain they will begin to follow the oath ALL of them made to defend and protect the US constitution against all enemies foreign and DOMESTIC. Right now they're not doing that. It us up to us to remove ALL who are not acting that we can in the next election. The choice is NOT democrat or republican any longer. It is change vs no change.

Should I Stay Or Should I Go ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Sometimes we meet a person and we know – this is the one. Do you know what I mean? You look at someone and your heart stops missing a beat. Your whole body tingles. You hear the blood rushing in your ears. The world is spinning around you. This happened to me 92 days ago. 92 days with butterflies in my body. 92 days with friends rolling their eyes, because I had only one subject. 92 days full of romance and not one fight. It is strange – in my earlier relationships I was always insecure and jealous. After a short while I was suspicious but this time everything was different. From the moment I met Scorpion I had only eyes for him. And I saw his eyes were only resting on me. It is a great feeling, if you love each other with all of your heart. And tonight I am sitting alone at home and staring into the candle light. I am not sure how long Scorpion is gone. We talked very much and we cried a lot and then he left. The evening started romantically. We bought some stuff to make dinner. We enjoy cooking together. Mostly I do the cooking and he caresses my neck and steals a kiss from my lips. Don’t get me wrong. He is all the man I need. He is quite a macho in our regular life, but also protecting and caring. I do not feel like his possession but I know also, that I belong to him. All the things have changed now. The first time we made love, I was a bit uneasy. Curious but also a bit scared. I was used to get my foreplay. I was used to get sucked and often my lovers licked my ass. With Scorpion it was like changing from day to night. He told me to undress and get on my knees. Then he opened his jeans and ordered me to suck his dick. I wanted to use my hands but he told me to keep my hands down and open my mouth widely. He grabbed my ears and started face fucking me. Although I choked, he didn’t seem to care. After a while I started drooling spit all over my chest. There was so much spit. I thought it would be disgusting, but Scorpion didn’t stop. He simply used my mouth and before shooting his load he withdrew his thick cock from my mouth and ejaculated on my face. I was breathless. At first I thought, this was way too rough, but then I realized this was exactly what I was looking for. I needed a guy who would protect me during the day and use me like a slut at night. Then he fucked me for the first time. He wanted to go bareback, but I was not comfortable with it. And so he agreed after a while to fuck me with a condom. I could see in his expression, that he wasn’t too happy about it. Our foreplay was easy and fast. I received a few slaps to my face and undressed rapidly. He ripped my underpants from my body and threw a jock strap onto the bed. “Wear these…. I don’t want to see your dick” he ordered. Then he shoved me down on my back and told me to spread my legs. He used some lube on his cock and after holding my legs up (they rested next to my chest), he fucked me hard and fast. It was almost like he tried to rip my ass apart. I have never felt so much pain and was never so much satisfied. Scorpion showed me my place and when I tried to jerk off he told me I should take my fucking hands away from my cock. At first I was offended but he explained to me later on, that it was my duty to concentrate myself on satisfying his needs. I should not distract myself by rubbing my clit. He allowed me to jerk off later, while being on the loo. Every time I returned from the bath room he was still awake and grinned cheekily and I would cuddle myself into his arms and only then he told me, how much he loved and needed me. During the act he called me names like slut and bitch. But he never said he loved me during his ejaculation. Somehow I valued that very much. It means more, if you hear those words during the day or before falling asleep. So after a while I’ve learnt, that my submissive vein was not a deficit. Don’t get me wrong. I am not feminine, but at night I am on the receiving end – and I enjoy feeling a real man within me. Several times did Scorpion try to convince me, to forget about the condom. He even promised me, to pull out before shooting his load. And last night we made love in the purest form. Skin on skin and I enjoyed it so much, knowing there was nothing between us anymore. Did I ask him about his status? No. Why? He looks great. I was sure everything would be fine and I didn’t want to make him uneasy. Maybe it was a mistake. In our time nothing can be taken for granted. So he fucked me so hard. he banged me harder than he ever did before. I was used, that he wouldn’t lick my ass. He always told me, that wouldn’t be his job. But this time he denied me any kind of lube. Still I was willing to take the pain, because I knew it would create pleasure for him. He looked me deep into the eyes, when he told me he was about to cum. I reminded him softly to pull out and with a curse he withdrew his cock and shot his load on my stomach and splattered more cum over my chest. For a moment I thought, I did something wrong. He seemed to be upset, that I asked him to keep his promise. But when I came back from the bathroom he was cute as always and he held me in his arms even while I slept. And today he opened up to me finally. He told me, while we ate our dinner, that he loved me and he wanted to be with me. I smiled at him, because it was exactly what I felt in my heart. Then he continued with a serious expression on his face, that he had to tell me something. I was concerned, because of the way his eyes looked at me. I could see a deep sadness, I had never seen before. Scorpion told me, that he was sick and he apologized for risking infecting me also. I heard the words and even though he did not say the letters, I knew he talked about HIV. At first I was furious. He fucked me bareback. Who knows if he really pulled out in time? How could he endanger my health that way? I don’t remember it clearly, but I think I threw my glass after him. I screamed at him, that I hated him and that I cursed the day I ever laid eyes on him. My whole mind was upside down. I didn’t know what to do and so I told him to piss off. Scorpion was not aggressive. He tried to touch me and he actually held me for a while and we both cried, but after a while I pushed him away and told him to leave my flat. He got up and told me, he hoped I would be okay and repeated that he was sorry. For a week I was not able to do the easiest thing. I called in sick on my work, but I didn’t go to see a doctor. All I could do was crying and after a while I asked myself, if I cried because of me or because the lost love. And then I realized, I didn’t want to miss Scorpion in my life. He was sick… okay. There are more serious diseases than HIV. Then another week passed and I received a text message, if I was okay and if he could visit me for a short while to get his stuff. The night I threw him out, he had no chance to take any of his stuff. There was his tooth brush. He left his aftershave in my bathroom. There was his shirt he slept in lately. And I had to admit I had sniffed at it lately. There were of course other clothes in the desks and cupboards. Music CD’s and DVD’s. Scorpion was almost living with me already. I had to ask myself, should I stay or should I go? A few hours after his text, I messaged him back and told him he could come to my apartment in the evening. When he arrived he had two bags with him. He greeted me and dared stepping up to me. He just hesitated for a second, but then he pulled me into his arms and told me he was really sorry and he hoped I would be ok. I couldn’t help it, but I started crying again. Scorpion rubbed my back and then smiled at me. “Everything will be fine. I promise. I took good care of you, even if I put you under danger, I am sure you will be okay…” he promised. Then he went into the bathroom and collected his stuff. After a while he went into the bedroom and opened the drawers to collect his clothes. For a while I was not able to move. I have said so many mean things. But I had to react and so I followed him into the bedroom and stood at the door frame. “Don’t go… “ I whispered. Scorpion stood with his back to me. I could not see his face, but he stopped in his movement. “Please… don’t leave me.” I added. He turned around and looked at me with his beautiful dark eyes. “It is not so easy you know that.” he replied. “Why? I see you with my heart Scorpion. You are the love of my life. There won’t be another. I may meet another guy one day, but I will never love that way again.” I sniffed. He stepped up to me and kissed my forehead. “I thought about you and me for the last two weeks. And you are right, I was mad at you at first, but things have changed. I am not scared, if you are by my side. Healthy or not – as long as you are with me, nothing can harm me.” I told Scorpion and looked deeply into his eyes. Then I went down to my knees and started opening his jeans. “No….” he said. “Yes….” I insisted. In this night we made love, the way he taught me to. “Fuck me hard and cum in me” I begged him and although he was hesitant at first, after a while he banged my ass so hard and brutal. I yelped with every stroke he did and tried my best to massage him with my slit. He slapped me twice before ejaculating and asked me again if I wanted his toxic cum. “Yes – give me your poison.” I screamed. I got lost in his eyes, when he started to moan and felt every splash of cum in my body. “Do you want to go to the loo and clean yourself up and jerk off?” he asked. “No – I would rather stay with you and I want to keep your sperm in me” I answered. He nodded and cuddled up to me. “Stay with me… forever” I whispered. “I have never met someone like you. I will never leave you” he said softly. I turned my head and kissed him on his mouth. Then I felt his cockhead swelling again and this time he fucked me from behind. I believe his promises to stay with me. Will I get and see a doctor? No. Sooner or later I will get the fuck flu – then I will know I am closer to him than ever before. There is no need to be afraid, as long as he allows me to be with him. I made my decision to stay with him.

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Not true😥. He is actually PATIENT ZERO & has probably been positive (to this possible infection) for an unknown period of time. He has also most certainly infected an unknown number of previous contacts & potentially an unknown number of future contacts. The potential consequences (NOT 😊) surrounding this one person's infection (?????? ) has ALL the ingredients of a pandemic, at the very least.

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Our current knowledge and response to both Ebola and Covid are based on antiviral research because of HIV. "One undeniable fact is that most of our current knowledge on viral and antiviral science comes from the study of HIV. The science of antiviral research was well established when HIV/AIDS appeared as a major viral disease in early 1980s. An increase of antiviral therapy studies with no equal took place when the first cases of HIV were reported. " [think before following links] https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S166557961500037X

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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?”

Awwww shucks guys thanks. I have the next one done up will publish after i spellcheck hahaha

In 1993 I graduated after the first semester. So I had about 9 months before starting college. I ended up finding a job working at a local restaurant and bar. I worked second shift and was responsible for closing after everyone had left. I had been there for a few weeks when I needed to have a ride home because my car was at the garage being fixed. I asked around and found A co-worker who agreed to stay late and drive me home. I think I had offered him like five bucks for gas money. Anyway we close at 10:00 everybody is pretty much out by 10:30. I'm left there by myself during the final cleaning of the night. I usually got out around midnight. At around 11:15 this guy starts complaining that I'm taking too long. At one point he starts to joke around and said I should have asked for more than $5 to wait for you. I responded to him I'll give you the $5 and if it will shut you up I'll give you a blowjob too. He kind of looked at me, Grinned and said you read my mind. We were both 18 at the time. He dropped his pants, I sucked his cock, he flooded my mouth with his cum, I swallowed and he sat down waiting for me to finish. About 30 minutes later I'm done and I'm ready to go home. Fortunately for the both of us he was ready for a second go and I gave him his second blowjob of the night. He drove me home thanking me several times for the wonderful head I had just given. The next day I'm working in the dish tank area he comes up to me and offers me another ride home with a smile on his face. I had to tell him my car was fixed and in the parking lot. He was kind of disappointed but understood. That night everybody left I locked up to finish cleaning. I hear a pounding on the back door and look through the perp hole and find my new cock buddy on the other side. He comes in we get down to business I give him his third blowjob in 2 days finish up with my job. While finishing up my job we talked about how we could continue to do this on a regular basis. The plan was that before the end of the shift if he saw me he would make a comment about doing something after work. That gave me the heads up that he wanted head. That night he stopped by and fed me his fourth load in 3 days. The night after that I had quite a surprise. The number of my coworkers kept asking me what I was doing after work which I found confusing and I kept telling them nothing. The restaurant closes about 20 minutes later I hear knocking on the back door. I look through the peep hole And there's my new cock buddy with three of my coworkers. I let them all in and ended up getting loads from all four of them. Giving four 18-year-olds blow jobs can be time consuming. I explained to them that I could not keep doing this in the future because I did not want to work until 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. They convinced me that anytime I had more than two cocks to suck after work that they would all chip in to get my job done. So the next night instead of four guys there were now five. One of my four coworkers ( all busboys and or waiters ) brought one of his friends. And true to their word, while I was working on five cocks two or three of them would be working to close the kitchen down. This routine continued for about a month. I was always amazed that we weren't caught my management. But this was the days before all the security shit going on now. About 2 months into this new routine, I'm still sucking these five guys almost five nights a week. We were all 18 or 19 and none of us had our own place. Then one night after about 2 months, I'm on my knees servicing too cocks all the other three are doing my job in the kitchen. All of a sudden one of the hot bartenders walks in. He was about 28 and came back for a six pack of beer. We were all kind of panicky until he pointed out that he'd rather get blowjobs from me than get us all fired. So that started a new chapter to my after work activities. After about a week the bartender asked why I was just giving up my mouth and not my ass. He pointed out that it could be a Time saver for everyone and instead of having to wait for my mouth that two of them were always be either in my mouth or in my ass. The original guys had never really thought about fucking me. However that night was the first night taking cocks at both ends. The bartender went first. He ended up being the guy with the biggest cock. He ended up having a 7.5 in cock. The other guys were all pretty much 6 or 6.5. anyway to make this long story short it's not for about 4 to 5 more months. It was great. Since nobody but me gay we felt comfortable about going raw on my ass. So when I think about that period of time I always smile. I was always guaranteed that for at least 5 days out of every week I knew I would be taking anywhere from 3 to 7 cocks a night. There were a few others that would join occasionally. When I think about this story now, I would love to go back to that. Of time. I was always surprised that all of these straight guys were comfortable getting head and watching other straight guys get head from a gay guy. About 5 years after I quit that job I found out that three guys turned out to be gay and one was bisexual.

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

Part 7: My New Life As I was on all fours in the middle of the living room Daddy started taking pictures of me. He got pictures of everything and told me he had just sent them to several of his friends. Omg I was being exposed to total strangers, and if it wasn't for my new cage I would have had a massive hard on. Daddy then sat down in his recliner and had me crawl up to him in between his thighs. His cock just mere inches from my mouth and I wanted to suck it so bad. Daddy saw my hunger and just laughed. He started rubbing my head and telling me that I would now be living with him and I was his property. I had to do everything he told me to do without any questions. Once he finished explaining my new role he had me suck on his balls while he got back on his phone. I didn't know it at the time but Daddy was ordering me some new clothes which wouldn't leave much to the imagination. Daddy's cock began to grow but I kept sucking his balls because I didn't want to get into trouble. After several minutes of worshipping his balls Daddy allowed me to suck his cock again. I must have been doing a really great job because Daddy was moaning and running his fingers through my hair. Occasionally he would tell me what a great little cock sucking faggot I was. When he would call me that my own little cock would twitch. I must have sucked Daddy's cock for over an hour but he didn't cum again. After fully enjoying sucking his cock he removed it from my mouth and gave me a very passionate kiss. He told me not to be disappointed because I would be sucking his cock a lot from now on. I thanked him for allowing me to suck his beautiful cock. Daddy got up but I had to remain on my hands and knees as he went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat for us. Once he finished lunch he told me I could sit at the table with him. I had completely forgotten about the butt plug but once I sat down it felt like it went in a little bit more. I let out a little moan and I could feel Daddy's cum still in my hole. After we finished eating Daddy picked out a gym outfit for me to wear. The shorts barely covered my ass and you could make out the outline of the cage. The shirt was a fishnet shirt that left me feeling very exposed. As it was a Saturday I figured the gym would be dead. Boy was I wrong. As we pulled up the parking lot had quite a few cars there. Omg I was about to be exposed in front of everyone. Little did I know that this was basically an all male gym and the cars there were Daddy's friends. I was about to get a different workout that was way different than anything I had ever done before. As we entered the gym all eyes were on me. Daddy grabbed my ass in front of everyone letting them that I was the guy in the pictures. As I glanced around at the men my heart started racing from excitement. I was about to prove to Daddy that I would absolutely do anything for him.

I've really gotten into Devil's Dicks and playing with them. I recently had a guy give me several medication bottles full of his frozen semen (he said each container has 20 to 30 loads). I couldn't help but make him a video of me putting the thawed cum loads into my hole, then using my dildo to "churn" it....not as impressive as Dawson in TIM's "Loaded" scene, but it was pretty hot to watch it leak and then gush out!

Part 7 Making our way down to the lower level, there was no light in the stairwell. I could barely see where I was going but uncle held me by the wrist, so I fallowed his guidance. The bottom floor was dimly lit with red lights, just bright enough to see the layout and make out the faces of strangers as they passed by. The walls were either exposed brick or poured concrete. It had evidence of being really old with various expansions over the decades, but it all looked run down and in disrepair. Luckily there wasn’t any debris on the floor. The floor all around seemed slightly cushy, like it was made of the same black material yoga mats were made of. Uncle Chester gave me a partial tour of the area. He showed me an elaborate maze of hallways and storage rooms that men used as hook up spaces. Large areas where heavy machinery used to be but now had rubber furniture for lounging around other set pieces that I couldn’t identify. In all honesty the whole area looked like a horror movie bathhouse set. But what mainly caught my attention were all the bodies. There must have been dozens of men wandering around. From 40s to 70s maybe even 80s. All older men with various bodies. Fat skinny, some muscular. Most of them wore little to nothing. A lot of them engaging in casual conversation and some of them engaging in sex acts. While walking around the place, my ass was still sore from the rough treatment earlier. There were body fluids soaking my ass, I assume a mixture of pre and sweat. I looked at uncles semi hard cock. He managed to get that thing in me multiple times today. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the feeling of a huge cock in me. But he’s my uncle, and he has a disease I can contract if we’re not careful. Uncle Chester noticed me staring. “Getting distracted my boy?” He grinned and grabbed his dick, playing with it. “There are plenty cocks around here, or do you want something closer to home?” “No Chester I was just thinking… there are a lot of people down here, is it often like this?” “Some nights it’s slower. It depends on the day. I know a lot of the regulars.” He looked around as if to find someone in particular. “Ah, there he is! Hey Clarence!” Uncle directed my attention to a short old man with a pot belly. He was sitting on a rubber bench talking to a couple other men. “Hello Chester. You have a new play thing?” Clarence asked with a slightly effeminate raspy voice. “He’s new in town and I was showing him around. Are you hard?” “Always for you.” Clarence stood up and showed off his 7 inch cock. His balls shaved like the rest of his body. He was really short, probably around 5’2 “Hey Will, watch this. Clarence has a neat trick. Go on Clarence, do the thing.” Clarence put his hands on his hips and had a focused look on his face, then let out a grunt. “Ugh!” His cock started bouncing up and down a few times “Ooof”and then a jet of cum shot out, splattering on the floor in front of us. “How did…” I was beginning to ask. “Clarence can cum on command. He doesn’t need to be fully hard for it but it shoots more when erect.” Uncle smiled, proud of Clarence’s performance. “It’s a gift. And my balls are always brewing more so I don’t need to wait to reload. It’s handy for when guys want a quick protien snack. Does your boy wanna load?” “How about it Will? Want to swallow one of Clarence’s instant poz loads?” “Poz loads?” I asked “Yeah Clarence has a high viral load. Good for knocking up bottom sluts.” “No thanks. I’m still new to all of this.” I tried to sound polite but really Clarence scared me. A dick that can shoot poz cum at any time. I wasn’t willing to play with that kind of hazard. “Oh well. We still have much to see. We’ll see you around Clarence.” As uncle Chester and I walked off I ended up stepping through Clarence’s cum on the floor. It covered my foot and I almost lost balance. I leaned against the rubber bench to look at the mess sticking between my toes. It was thick and sticky. “You’ll be finding plenty of that lying around. Its the nature of the place.” Uncle Chester sat on the bench and grabbed my cum covered foot. He immediately started running his tongue from my heel all the way up to my toes, the thick goo squeegeed into his mouth. I had to keep my balance standing on one foot while he was licking me, I reached over and stabilized myself on the armrest. While I was grateful for the cleaning, it felt very strange to have my foot licked. It was sensitive to the touch of his tongue and it was sending electrical signals up my leg and to my dick. Chester moved on to sucking my toes and being very thorough. I felt a hand on my back. I looked over and Clarence, the short portly man was feeling me up. With my foot in Chester’s mouth I couldn’t really move away. Clarence was right behind me rubbing my hips with his hands, moving closer. With one leg up, being held by my uncle, my ass was spread already. Clarence still had a hard on, and I felt it rub up and down my crack. It was fairly easy for his tip to kiss my hole. He leaned forward, bringing his mouth next to my ear, and I could feel his head push against me. “Chester loves the taste of my cum. I think the mouth between your legs should also have a taste of it.” Clearance whispered as his hips jutted forward, and my already loosened ass swallowed his length to the base. Oh God! This isn’t good. I wanted him out of me, but my uncle had a firm grip on my ankle. His eyes were closed and he was entirely focused on my foot. I’m pretty sure all the cum was gone and at this point, he was just enjoying it for the sake of his own fetish. Clearance was slowly thrusting in and out of me, moaning, as the head of his cock popped out of my ring and then popped back in. I looked around to see what I could do. Some of the other men were looking at us, some carrying on with their conversations. Nobody seemed phased to by the kinky display that was happening in the room. Across the room I saw Clyde, the bear that rubbed his foot in my stomach while I was on my uncles lap. We locked eyes and he clearly liked what he saw. Clarence’s slow thrusting stopped. His cock still halfway in. I thought he was going to pull it out, but he put his hands on his hips and arched his pelvis forward, planting his cock deep with his balls firmly pinned against my taint. Based on what I saw him do earlier, I knew exactly what was about to happen. My heart was starting to beat fast as Clarence seemed to be concentrating. I tried tapping on uncle Chester’s shoulder to get his attention in hopes that he would stop sucking my toes. Then I heard clearance let out a grunt. “Ugh!” the deep recesses of my ass felt his cock bounce a few times and then uncle Chester finally let go of my foot “Ooof…” I fell forward onto the bench and Clarence’s cock slid out of me. His cum stream shot off and glazed my back. The last of it sprayed my ass, and it slid down the contours of my cheeks and settled on top of my abused hole. Chester looked surprised. “My my. I hadn’t even realized the two view were getting along so well. Did you shoot him up with a nice big load Clarence?“ Clarence was now straddling me playing with my butt cheeks and spreading them apart. I tried clenching my ass tight to prevent his cum from draining into me. “No. Butterfingers over here slipped and fell. So he got it all on his back.“ He was slapping his cock against the cum that was piled on my pucker. “But he did get a fair amount pooling right here.” Clarence leaned forward and put his hands on the bench next to my shoulders “let’s see if we can push some of that in shall we?“ He positioned his hips and started pressing his cock against my hole again. I felt myself opening up and the beginnings of his thick fluid starting to seep into me almost as if my asshole was involuntarily trying to suck in the pool of cum building up on it. I freaked out a little and pried myself out from beneath the man and stood up with haste. The ribbons of cum on my back all ran down and seeped between my ass crack. I was dripping on the floor. I must have looked like a cheap slut from, a raunchy porn. God I hope I didn’t get any inside me. Uncle noticed I was starting to lose it a little. He got up and put a hand on my shoulder. “Well Clarence, we’re going to check out the rest of the place. It’s always a pleasure to watch you fire your loads.” Uncle Chester was guiding me by the arm, continuing our tour of the area. “Let’s get you into a room. I’ll need to clean up all of that mess you’ve gathered on you.” He lead me into a room that looked to be about the size of a broom closet with a bench and a crude waterproof cushion. He partially closed the door behind us, leaving it cracked open. “Okay Will, get on the bed with your ass up. Let your dear old uncle clean you up.” Before I even had time to interject, he positioned me on the bench almost forcefully. He got on the bench with me and pulled my assless pants off and spread my legs. He grabbed my hips and positioned me, so my ass was pointed up at him. “I don’t see any towels here, uncle.” “Oh sweet boy, we don’t need towels.” And with that uncle Chester started licking the cum off of my back. Running his tongue all over, gulping up the loads that were sticking to me. His mouth worked its way down to my ass, and I was now getting rimmed by him. I couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. He was apparently a very expert ass eater. Eating up all the cum sticking between my cheeks and massaging my ring with his tongue. The treatment felt great and it put me more at ease, allowing me to calm down from the dangerous encounters from the other strange men in the place. He was making out with my asshole, sucking on it and jamming his tongue in deeper. Despite my uncles incestuous behavior, if we just stayed in here together and did this, I would be more okay with this rather than being at the mercy of the predators outside. It probably felt like we were there for 15 or 20 minutes with his face buried between my cheeks. Periodically i noticed there were some guys who peeked into the room to see what was going on. They looked as if window shopping then moved on. I was losing track of time and just enjoying the service to my ass. Then he got up. It was then I noticed that at some point during the rimming, the nice Chester took his clothes off. We were both nude in the dim room. “Woo, that was delicious. You have a divine ass young nephew.” “Thanks uncle.” His emphasizing the word nephew made me a little uncomfortable, but I was starting to get more used to his tastes. And I honestly loved getting eaten out. He grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over on my back. “OK, it’s time for you to return the favor.” He moved up and turned around. His knees pressing into the mat by my sides and his ankles resting on my shoulders with his feet next to my face. I was now staring up at my uncles ass. He grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart, and I was staring into his dark hole, as he brought it down on my mouth. I didn’t want to eat out his ass, but he used his feet to grip my face in place and grind his hips smearing his greasy hole on my lips. “Now be a good boy for me and work that tongue up in there. It’s only fair that you get a taste of me. It’s important that you learn to love the taste of my ass.” He wasn’t dirty, but he was definitely sweaty and musky. I was having a difficult time adjusting to my uncles ass press up against my mouth. I struggled a bit, I was trying to pull myself out from under him, but uncle let his weight pin me into place. He seemed a little upset over my unwillingness to reciprocate the rim job. “Now if you’re going to misbehave, then I may have no choice but to punish you by forcing you to eat something else other than my ass. You’re in the prime position to receive a special load from me. I wasn’t planning on introducing you to that kind of kink yet. So you have a choice Will, either give me a lovely rimming, or else you’re gonna get a crash course in more extreme raunch.” Oh God! He wasn’t really going to was he? Out of fear I stuck out my tongue, and I started circling it across his hole, signaling to him that I was going to comply with his demand. “Very good Will. Isn’t this much better when you do what I say?“ He relaxed his ass, enjoying my attempts at rimming him as best as he did to me. “Mmm, saver that taste, dear boy. You’re going to be doing this a lot more from now on.“ I’d never eaten ass before. Uncle Chester’s was salty and warm. It was embarrassing to be in this degrading position but I didn’t have any other choice. I felt him play with my cock as I worked on his hole. His large saggy balls were resting on my neck. While I lapped up his ass, I contemplated my situation thus far. My uncle and I have done a lot of incestuous acts today. He’s a kinky man with seemingly endless fetishes. He’s a poz breeder and has tried to inseminate me multiple times. He told me he wouldn’t penetrate me anymore but I didn’t know how much I could trust him at this point. As risky as he liked to play I should be looking for ways out of my situation but I was starting to kinda like some of the stuff we were doing. So far he seemed to be enjoying his rimjob. Perhaps he’ll be satisfied with just this. Him working his hands on my cock felt good and I had to admit I was starting to like licking his ass. It might have been the location or his constant boundary pushing but I think I was starting to develop into a bit of a kinkster myself. I didn’t know how long it was but at some point uncle Chester got up off of me. I let out a gasp as I could take in fresh air and come back down to earth. “That was lovely Will. I’m glad to see you being open to new things. How’d you like the taste of my ass?” “It was, nice. I hadn’t done that before.” “Well it won’t be the last. I expect you to eat me out every day, understand?” “Really?! This one time was fine, but every day? That’s…” “Tame, I know. But I’ll work you up to rimming me at least three times a day. A growing boy needs a balanced diet. In fact. Tomorrow morning before your breakfast, I’ll be up on the table dangling my ass above your plate and I’ll expect you to chow down on it before you have your eggs. Sound like fun?” “Uh, I.” Is he for real? That’s wild. I didnt know what to say. “Perfect, it’s settled then. Now how about you take a breather here while I go find some ass. Since you won’t let me have yours I need to empty my balls in something.” Uncle Chester went to leave, in the door way he turned to me. “You can stay in here or you can wander around and find a playmate. Oh and just so you know. If you see Clyde, feel free to play with him here all you like but don’t let him take you home with him. I’d like to keep you in one piece, he he.” What did he mean by that? But before I could ask he disappeared into the dark winding hallway, leaving me alone. It was the first time in a while I had any time to myself and collect my thoughts. Rationally i wanted to stay in the room until uncle had his fun, then we could go home. But I had a raging boner from all the kink play. I knew the place was filled with shady individuals but it’s not like I was absolutely innocent sexually. I thought perhaps I could have some fun with someone around here, preferably someone not a blood related. Or at least take it the sights. So I decided to leave the room and wander around. I explored the basement bathhouse in the nude. The clothes I was wearing were covered in cum and I hate the feeling of something sticky rubbing between my skin and clothing. Since I had never been, the experience was all quite a lot to take in. The dimly lit corridors made it hard to identify the bodies moving together in the areas both semi private and public. I had to brush away a couple hands reaching for me. It was surprising how forward some of the men were. I think some of them slowly fallowed me around for a bit. At one point I found my way to what looked like a steam room. It was darker in there and I could barely see, but it was warm and relaxing. I found a bench to sit on in the corner. i think i might have been sitting on water from the steam or some type of body fluid. I wasn’t alone there, there were at least a handful of other guys. A few of them were playing around. I could hear the periodic smacking sounds of mouths sucking on body parts. I minded my own business as I took in the steam. Before long someone sat next to me close. Our thighs touching. My eyes had adjusted a little to the dark and could make out what he looked like. A skinny old man with a sunken face, he had a couple strange dark blotches on his body, perhaps birthmarks. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. It was hard and about 7 or 8 inches. But as soon as he got my hand on it, I pulled away. I was trying to turn him down gently. He continued stroking his cock next to me, staring at me the whole time. At one point he reached behind me and was caressing my butt crack. He was giving a lifting motion as to tell me to show him my ass. He wasn’t getting the hint so I got up to leave. That’s when a chubby bear walked in. He was right in front of me and blocked my path. In the dark I could only see him vaguely. But he reached forward and caressed my chest. I was trying to move around when the older man got up and put his hands on my ass from behind. I was stuck between two strangers. The chubby bear was reaching for my dick and that made me move back. I backed up into the old man behind me and I felt him point his cock at my ass. He was trying to shove it in me. The bear in front was stroking my cock and getting me hard. I didn’t want what was happening. These guys creeped me out too much. The old guy behind me was pushing more aggressively. I could feel my self opening up and the strangers cock working it’s way in. I was already loosened up previously so he was having an easy time with it. He put a hand on my waist and a hand on my back for more leverage and pushed me, bending me over. My ass spread as my head was level with the chubby bears waist. I could see his dick closely, it was thick, with a glistening pink head. The bear grabbed my face and positioning his dick to stick it in my mouth. Oh god no, I don’t want to suck that thing. As he aimed his cock towards my lips, the old man behind me rammed his hips forward. His cock head popped in me and sent a jolt through my ass. That made me gasp and the bear in front of me shoved his cock in my mouth. I was getting penetrated from both ends. The sickly old man behind me slid the rest of his length inside and proceeded to fuck me with a steady pace. With my mouth filled with bear cock, I couldn’t tell him to take it out. The two men then started a casual conversation while my ass was getting drilled and my mouth stuffed. “A few more spots on you the last time. Late stages now?” The bear asked the old man. “Yeah, I’ll be going into hospice soon, figured I’d have some fun for old time sake.” The old man had a raspy monotone voice, like this was some uninteresting regular occurrence for him. I could feel the shape of his cock head rubbing up and down my insides with each thrust. “Luckily this guy was available. A shame something so young and cute is taking your cock raw.” “I don’t really care. He can’t be too clean if he’s hanging around here.” “True. Oh yeah that reminds me.” The bear stopped humping my face but kept his cock in my mouth. His hands pulled in the back of my head and buried my face into his pelvis firmly. His cock was thick but not lengthy so I wasn’t choking on it. As he held me still I became more aware of the sickly old man fucking me from behind. Each thrust I felt his boney hips. It was like he was a skeleton with a belly paunch. But the length was nice and felt good. Then the bear holding my head on his dick tilted his head back and sighed. That’s when I could immediately taste it. A hot bitter tanginess filling my mouth. The bear was pissing! Again? I already too one piss load from Chester. How are there so many guys here into this? He was pissing in my mouth and pinning my head to him too tight to open my mouth to let it spill out. There were only two directions it could go. Into my lungs or into my stomach. So I swallowed as fast as I could trying to keep up with his flow. “After this let’s get some dinner. I know a good place near by.” The bears cock continued to stream piss down my throat as he talked to his friend. “Yeah I’ll be ready to go soon, just need to get rid of this load.” “I’ll bet it’s like acid at this point.” “Yeah… ugh… pretty much… oof.” “Are you shooting?” The bear asked while nonchalantly using me as a toilet. “Not ye- wait ugh, yeah, here it is. Oof it’s coming…” the old man’s thrusting pace went from casual and steady to short and trembling jabs as he dug in deeper. The line of dialogue made me realize the old man fucking me was very toxic and was just about to cum in me. I was terrified. That made me muster up enough will to get up and try to dislodge myself from him. The bears cock slid out of my mouth and piss trailed down my chin. I pulled my ass so only the sickly old man’s head was left inside and that’s when I heard him make a weak grunt. “Ugh!” His cock started to twitch as I kept pulling my ass away. “Not yet!”The bear grabbed my head and yanked it down again on his still pissing cock, forcing me to drink the rest of him. That made my ass slide back on the old man hard. The tip of his cock dove deep and I felt it painfully stab at my insides. The old man grabbed my hips and I felt his finger tips dig into my skin with a hard grip. The flow of piss from the bear in my mouth was slowing down. “Ooof” the old man tensed his frail body as his wrinkled ass cheeks clenched in sync with his cock spasms which I felt deep in my ass. His cock head bobbing up and down, rubbing on the entrance to my colon. “Aaaahhh….” “Ahhhhh….” “……Ah…. That’s good…” The bear let go of my head as his piss came to a stop. His fingers loosened their grip just enough for me to yank my ass away. I shimmed myself out from the two and hurried out of the steam room. Shit that was way too close. I got off him in time right? I don’t know. But I don’t want to go back into that steam room. I quickly walked through the place and found myself in a slightly more secluded area. There were individual stalls in a discreet part of the room. I sat in one and closed the door. My heart was beating fast and my head was spinning. I couldn’t believe how fast I was violated by those two. And my stomach felt full. Full of… piss. Damn I thought I was going to drown in it. And there was so much of it. But strangely It was actually quite manageable to swallow after the first time with uncle. I wasn’t developing a piss fetish was I? Nah I think at the very least it’s something can do without much struggle. I’ll just sit here and calm down, then head back to the room. As I sat there for a moment, I heard someone walking by. They entered the stall next to mine and closed the door. I tried to be quiet. Hopefully they didn’t notice me there. But they did know someone was here. The wall dividing the stalls had a hole and a large cock came through it. Oh shit this is a glory hole booth. What was I supposed to do? Do I just leave? I opened the door quietly and peered out into the room. Just down the hall I saw a familiar large man turn a corner and walk in this general direction. I closed the door to the stall and hid, but the cock poking through the hole was still twitching at me. Clyde wandered over to the other stall next to me and entered. I didn’t want to cause a scene or make myself seem available so I turned towards the big dick poking through and grabbed it. Damn, I’m really gonna suck a random dudes dick in this place? Well I was open to having some fun and maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The stall was kinda cramped so I turned to face the dick. My ass pressed up against the other wall. I opened my mouth and took in the mystery cock. It was salty and musky. It tasted amazing and felt hot and firm in my mouth. I was actually enjoying myself for once. The man on the other side sighed in approval. He rocked his hips toward me and worked his cock in my mouth. There was plenty of length to go over. I had some experience sucking cock but this was a lot of meat for me. I took my time with it. Savoring it. The tip was gushing pre. It was slimy and had a strong savory flavor. Fuck this cock was a dream come true. “Ah yeah that’s a good slut. Work daddies cock.” I knew that voice. Shit, uncle Chester?! Oh god I was sucking Chester’s cock! I was going to pull back but then I felt something warm poke my ass. Then I realized my ass was pressed up against the adjacent glory hole. Clyde was trying to dig his cock into my ass. He gave a thrust and I felt his fat cock slam up in my hole, causing me to lurch forward. Chester’s cock going down my throat hard. “Fuck yeah, deep throat that monster. That’s going to make me cum fast.” Uncle was loving it. I was freaking out. I didn’t know what Clyde had since he was a playmate of Chester’s. The assisted deep throat action was getting uncle harder. I pulled myself off of Chester’s cock. And slipped to the ground. Clyde’s cock sliding out from my ass. Clyde in the other stall got out and entered the stall with me. The large man towering over me, His dick pointing at my face and motioning to get it in my mouth. I stood up and wanted to leave but he pinned me to the wall. He grabbed my balls and sucked on one of my nipples. I couldn’t move or my nuts would hurt. That’s when I felt another poke against my ass. I was pressed up against the wall to uncle’s booth. My ass was against the glory hole and Chester was trying to stick his cock in me. I heard him mutter on the other side “You want it in there? Dirty fucker. It’s your funeral.” Then jammed his cock in me. I was scared. I was getting fucked by uncle Chester and pinned by Clyde. Clyde was playing with my body as Chester fucked me raw. Since my ass was penetrated so many times it didn’t hurt to have him dive in all at once. It was actually feeling good. I couldn’t deny that a large cock up my ass was a great feeling. Clyde put both hands on my face and said “Drink my cum.” Then forced my head down, bending me over. I was now face to face with his cock, with Chester getting more enthusiastic by the second. It was thick and shimmering with a lot of pre cum. I could see his hand stroking the base and he let out a grunt. His tip slid in past my lips as he came ribbons. My mouth was flooding with his load, some of it I swallowed, and some of it flew all over my face. It got everywhere. Since he was no longer pinning me I got up, withdrew Chester’s cock from my ass and left the stall. I sped walked through the place. I felt ashamed wearing cum globbed all over me. Others I passed by clearly could see me painted white. I eventually found the shower and immediately found the farthest one. I started cleaning myself off. The cum was thick and sticky. I was glad the showers had body wash available at least. While I was showering off someone else had entered the showers nearby. Naturally it would be unlikely to find any time to myself. I was minding my own business but the man walked closer to me. He was a middle aged dark man with balding black hair and a grey beard. Probably from India. He had a hairy bush but his cock was long and darker then the rest of his body and a red cock head. He played with it next to me while we showered. Getting it hard. He said something that I couldn’t understand. I tried ignoring him but he only got closer. I noticed he was fully hard now. Probably 7 inches uncut. He muttered something else and all I could do was just stand there not understanding what he was saying. I guess since he didn’t get a reply he went behind me and grabbed my ass. He was rough with my cheeks as he spread them. As if he was angry for some reason. He pointed his cock at my ass and started sticking it in. “Hey there Will. Found a playmate have you?” It was uncle Chester. He was watching the Indian man forcing himself on me. “Chester this isn’t…” that’s when the man thrust his cock into me. He jammed all 7 inches in one go. I felt my guts getting pushed in. “Ow fuck!” It didn’t hurt much, it was just shocking due to the abruptness but the man immediately fucked at a desperate and rushed pace. “Doesn’t look like you’re having much fun there.” Chester noticed. As the man was thrusting, Chester came over and tried to pry us apart. The man got frustrated and eventually gave up and slipped out of me. Chester shooed him away and he went off looking for something else to finish of in. “Thanks Chester. I wasn’t sure how to stop that guy. He was very persistent.” I was leaning against the shower wall while Chester was behind me holding my ass cheeks. “You need to learn how to turn men down. Your poor rectum here got a beating from that meat stick. Does it hurt?” “Yeah it’s pretty sore.” The guy didn’t seem interested in easing his way in. “Let me take a look. Bend over and spread your legs.” I bent over and stood with my feet shoulder length apart. Chester spread my ass apart to inspect my hole. “Doesn’t look like he tore you up, that’s good.” He circled a finger around my hole. “You should be more careful, there are plenty of men here that would love to take advantage of a handsome young man like you.” “I’ve noticed.” Uncle Chester got up and hugged me from behind. His dick swung up between my legs, resting beneath my balls. “Are you having fun here?” “Uh sure. It alright. When were we going to leave?” “In a bit I still want to breed some ass.” He gave a grind of his hips into me. “I had a nice warm ass earlier but the fucker ran off before I could finish.” “How about I wait in the room while you have your fun? I’ve seen enough of this place already.” “Alright. Let’s get you back.” We left the showers and made our way back to the room where our clothes were. Chester sat in the bed while crouched down to pick up my stuff off the floor. I was going to get dressed but uncle Chester put a foot on my had and lowered the clothes. “Stay nude. I enjoy seeing your body. You’re so handsome and fit.” “Okay, thanks uncle.” His foot traced up my arm and made it was up to my chin. I could smell it. It was a little cheesy. He circled his big toe around my lips. “Do you like my feet Will?” “Yeah.” I didn’t want to be rude and say no, but I wasn’t sure if I really didn’t like them. “Do you want to be your uncles foot boy?” I didn’t answer. Chester was rubbing both feet all over my face. They were large and and warm. And unlike the rest of him, his feet were plump and juicy. Deep down the treatment was exciting me. I was breathing heavily. The face rubbing stopped and his toes centered on my mouth. He stuck a big toe in. Resting it on my tongue “If you want to become my dirty little foot slave then let me know by sucking on that.” Be his foot slave? I’m his nephew, I can’t be a fetish slave for him. But something about being in this position was turning me on. I kinda wanted to suck his toes but that would mean agreeing to let him take things further. I didn’t know what to do. But I loved the taste of his toe in my mouth. My hands were making their way up and caressing his foot. My lips closed around his toe and his expression changed to a cocky sinister smile. “Hope I’m not interrupting.” I took uncles foot out of my mouth and we both looked over to see Arther standing in the doorway. His veiny dick half flaccid and dangling between his legs. “Oh no. You’re fine. I was just about to head out and breed.” Uncle Chester got up off the bed and walked out the door. “You just relax, Will. I won’t be gone long. Probably.” With that he wandered off, leaving me alone with Arther standing in the doorway way. “So, you like serving your uncles feet, do you, ya dirty boy.” Arther teased. Having someone call out the shameless kink that uncle and I were doing made me feel very embarrassed. It’s not something that I would want to become common knowledge amongst social circles around here. I couldn’t even deny it. He did walk in on me about to suck on uncle‘s toes. I did like it, but this time was different. Uncle wanted me to agree to become his foot slave by sucking on his toe as a confirmation. Was I really going to do it? Sure, the kink was getting the better of me, but that didn’t mean I wanted to offer myself up like that. Did I? “I take it you’re new to all this? You definitely have had that deer in the headlights disposition the entire time you’ve been here.” “Yeah I’ve only been in town for a couple days.” “And he’s already made you his boy toy? You must be either kinky as hell or submissive as hell.” He was hard now. And stepping towards me. His cock was resting under my chin as his hands rubbed my hair. “I like submissive boys.” He was now rubbing his cock all over my face. The bulging veins looked uncomfortable. Everything about his cock seemed aggressive. He stopped at my mouth and used his thumb to force my mouth open and slide his cock in. “Now suck me.”

The Fourth Day of Christmas Getting permission to leave for a few days was more difficult than I expected. Mom had made plans to have family game nights over the weekend and wasn’t expecting to get to see so little of me because of Chett. She liked him, though, so it was hard for her to square those two impulses. Dad also was more of a problem than I expected him to be. “Look, Jordy, I’m glad that you’re rekindling your friendship with a guy you cared about in high school, but I am worried about the amount of time you are spending with him. You can’t afford to be distracted now while you put together your materials for college.” He was intent on me making a decision about my future before the break was over. “Is Chett a good influence on you?” “Chett has done nothing but been a great influence,” I said. “He’s always been there to support me and prove to me that you can be a good person and someone I want to emulate. He took his dreams and ran with them all the way to New York, and I think that is brave and smart.” My dad didn’t look convinced, but after another hour of dinnertime conversation and slow debate, my parents decided to let me leave. Once I finished dinner and my washing-up chores, I zipped to my room to start throwing things into a duffle for the weekend. I was zipping my toiletries into a bag when my dad came into my room and sat on the corner of the bed. “Hey Jordy, before you go out with Chett, I just wanted to ask you if you had really thought about everything you are doing. . .” He squirmed uncomfortably and continued, “you know, just, about your future and how being. . . the way you are might make things harder.” Anger, fear, shame — emotions kept swirling in my head and I could feel my stomach churning. Dad couldn’t look at me, so I figured he knew about me. “Dad, I am gay. Is that what you’re talking about?” Dad’s shoulders slumped forward and his head hung even lower. “Yes, that is what I’m talking about. You know how the faith teaches us we should live. Are you going to turn your back on your beliefs and what you know to be good and true?” His voice trailed off in total desolation. I took a deep breath, “I need you to look me in the eyes so you can see my honesty. Dad, I love you, mom, and the rest of the family. You try so hard to do the right thing and make sure that we are taken care of. I will never be ungrateful for that. But you need to realize that I have to be free to make my own decisions about my beliefs; I have to be free to be myself. You and mom did your best to raise me, and while I am still under your roof I will respect you as well as I can, but this is my life to live.” Dad’s gaze held mine for a moment before he spoke. “You’re right. I just want to make sure you are safe, secure, happy, and successful. I can’t help feeling that being gay and out might make all of those things more difficult, and I just want what is best for you.” “It might be more difficult, but it wouldn’t be living a lie. I can’t be anyone I am not just to make other people happy or feel secure.” Dad stood up and held out his hand, “keep your head on your shoulders and know that I love you, son.” I batted his hand away and hugged him tight. “I’m going to do what I can to be the best, truest person to myself I can be. Thanks for looking out for me.” As we broke apart and he started toward the door he said, “I really like that Chett guy, and I can tell he makes you happy. Just make sure that you are staying healthy and he’s treating you right. I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with consequences of any decisions you make now.” His thinly veiled allusion to HIV was not lost on me and I rolled my eyes. “Yes, dad, I will do my best to stay healthy. * * * * * Sleeping was fitful that night. I kept having these strange dreams where I would have this body metamorphosis of turning from the skinny geek I was to a more imposing man and back again. Another dream saw me on my back, ankles by my ears getting plowed by Chett, but he kept having these rolling muscle protrusions on his skin making him look almost alien. I woke up covered in sweat and sticky semen, which I transferred from my abs to my mouth with my fingers before falling back asleep. Crazy fever dreams over, I got ready and was just brushing my hair when I heard the knock on the door. I finished with my hair when the bathroom door opened and I was literally swept off my feet and into an embrace with Chett, mouths colliding in frantic heat. Once he put me back down and our eyes met, I felt a familiar tugging in my chest as if I couldn’t physically escape him. He grinned at me and I couldn’t help but grin back. We left the bathroom, I picked up my duffle bag and made my way to the kitchen where my parents were there. “We’re off.” “Don’t abuse Chett’s hospitality and make sure you are getting enough sleep,” my mom said as she wrapped me in a hug. “I hope you boys have a good time out there!” Dad didn’t say anything other than, “be good,” before shaking my hand and Chett and I darted out of the house. I threw my bag into his car and we hit the road listening to an old playlist we had made before he left for college, just two guys in love headed away for a few days on their own. When we were halfway out of the city, I turned down the music and rested my hand on Chett’s arm. “I missed you so much. It is great that you were able to get this place reserved for us with the rest of your family.” Chett grinned under his sunglasses. “It wasn’t too hard. My parents don’t like going out during the winter because it can get kind of cold and drafty in the house if you get lazy with keeping the wood stove lit. I don’t mind stoking the fire, and I don’t think staying warm is going to be anything that we need to worry about.” He turned his head to look at me and took one hand off the steering wheel and gently stroked up my leg until he fondled my crotch. The exhalation I let out told him that he had hit his mark, and his grin widened even farther. We made more small talk as the interstate changed to the highway, which changed to a county road, before becoming a gravel track headed into the Missouri hills. Once we finally got out of the car, I was ready to stretch a bit and was aching to get to hold Chett again. We made quick work unloading the car into the cabin before we changed our sneakers for hiking boots and headed out into the woods. Even though it was winter, the unseasonably warm temperatures had all the animals out making noise and enjoying the sunshine. We walked for about an hour before we made it to the local waterfall and stopped and just relaxed in each other’s presence. “While this feels good, I wonder what we could get up to behind the waterfall?” “Fuck, Jordy, all you want is my body!” Chett teased. But he got up and reached out his hand for mine and hauled me onto my feet. “Last one behind has to bring in firewood the rest of the night.” Chett took off like a shot. “Dammit! I just wanted sex!” I was picking my way over the rocks more carefully and hit a particularly dicey path when I felt myself overbalancing. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I chanted as I began a tumble into the stream. At the last second, I could feel a strong hand grab the back of my shirt and get me steadily back on my feet. “Are you okay?” Chett’s voice sounded worried. “Do you want to go back?” The adrenaline coursing through my body was uncontrollable. “Yeah, that is probably for the best.” We made quick work of scrambling back down the path and were within sight of the cabin before too long. I felt like I was still unsteady on my feet as we packed into the big central room and Chett lit the fire in the stove. “That was fun to spend some time together.” I was chatty now that I was shivering more from the cold than the rush of fight-or-flight. “I wish I could see you all the time and be a part of your life.” Chett got up from the stove, “we should be warm in a few minutes.” He shuffled back toward me and grabbed a blanket to wrap around both of us on the couch. “I wish you could have every moment of my life. You have done more for me than I will ever be able to thank you for.” I let him slowly work his hands under my shirt and start playing with my nipples as my breath hitched. “Chett, you drive me wild.” I searched to mate our mouths together, but he moved his head back. “Jordy, I need you to understand that I feel like we are deeper than friends or boyfriends, even. Am I crazy to think that?” Overtaken by the horniness his nipple action was coaxing, I responded with a breathy “yeah” before letting my head fall back as nerve endings across my body popped like fireworks. He attacked my exposed neck with his mouth and tongue as I got lost in the overwhelming sensations again. My hips began moving on their own accord, inviting him to move his hands lower and take what was his. “Well, we definitely have things to talk about while we are up here, but first, I think I should get to taste some of that precum soaking through your pants.” He kissed down my chest while I shimmied out of my shirt and he began working on taking off my pants. My cock free of the elastic confines of his underwear sprang up and his mouth zeroed in on its target, claiming my manhood in a single swallow. To say I didn’t last long was an understatement. He barely made it up and down twice on my dick before I was filling his stomach with my cum. He continued to swallow, using his neck muscles to massage my cock as he milked me dry. I collapsed after that orgasm while he continued his licking ministrations down my taint and eventually grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulder as he ground his tongue into my hole. My brain was still swimming in post-orgasm bliss when he sank all the way into my hole while staring me straight in the eyes, his familiar maniacal glint behind his irises. He fucked nice and slow, letting me feel every inch, changing his thrusting position to better access my prostate and cajole more precum from me. “I love that you are so caring right now, but I need you to ravish me, Chett.” As if he had been waiting for the command, his hips and powerful legs went into overdrive pounding his meat into my body. I felt my hole gape and lose all sense of propriety as he continued to assault my second ring. Sweat drops dripped onto my lips from his face. I snaked a tongue out tasting his salty body as he roared and buried himself to the hilt. “Feel my fucking sting!” * * * * * We continued on that path for the rest of the day. I ended up with six of his loads before he was just dribbling cum out of his slit. I was thoroughly wrecked and I felt like my body had been beaten senseless. We finally made it into the bedroom and spooned each other while we fell asleep. Chett’s cock made its home in between my cheeks, ever so gently playing with my gaping hole. Before we fell asleep, I turned to catch the side of Chett’s cheeks with my lips. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I will ever repay you and allow you to feel as good as you have helped me feel.” Chett was silent for a moment before he said, “don’t worry about it. I have wanted to share this part of myself with you for a long time. And tomorrow we have a lot to talk about and figure out. I hope that you know how deep my feelings for you go.” I could feel him backing away from saying something so I simply said, “if they are as deep as I feel toward you, nothing can come between us. Ever.” Chett’s arms pulled me closer to his chest as he whispered, “I hope you’re right.”

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. :-)

Part 1: How it started My name is Mark and a little bit about me is I'm 18. 5' 11". 245 pounds. Kinda between sticky and muscular. Nothing to brag about but I have been going to the gym pretty regularly. I usually workout late at night just to avoid the crowds and there's usually just one other guy there. His name is David. We chat occasionally about nothing really. If we need a spot then we are each happy to help the other out. David is probably in his 40's with very little fat. He is probably around 6'7" or 6'8" because he towers over me. Weight wise we are probably about the same. I've never thought about my sexuality much but I have noticed David seems to be well endowed whenever we are changing together in the locker room. Me not so much. One night as I'm doing my back workout my back really starts tightening up. I mean it's at the point where I just can't get it to loosen up. David noticed my pain and suggested that maybe I needed a deep tissue massage on my back to help loosen it up. I've never had a massage before and wasn't sure where I could get one at this late at night. David then told me he was actually a massage therapist and he would be more than happy to give me a massage. I was a bit nervous but the pain won out. I didn't change and we grabbed our bags and I followed him back to his place which was only about 5 minutes from the gym. Gotta love living in a small town. followed David inside and he led me into his room with the massage table. I wasn't sure about what to leave on and he told me just to strip to my underwear and lay on my stomach. He had me put my face through a doughnut looking thing at the head of his massage table. I noticed he had really warm in the room but as I was just in my underwear it felt really good. David said he was going to get comfortable because he didn't want to get too hot. I didn't care. I mean after all, this was his house. He stripped down to a jockstrap and nothing more. He had some type of oil in a pot that he kept warm and as soon as he applied it I was gone. It was so warm and felt so good. David then started just rubbing my back at first trying to see if that would help with some of the tension. David definitely knew what he was doing because my back did start loosening up. But there was still a lot of tension. He then told me he needed to go deeper and suggested I remove my underwear to help him massage me deeper. I didn't think anything about it because he had already relaxed me to this point so I just lifted myself up slightly as he removed my underwear. He also removed his jockstrap saying he was getting hot working on my back. For some reason I didn't question it because it sounded reasonable to me. He was standing by my head as he really started getting deeper on my back. I let a low moan as he made a deep path down my back. I could feel the muscles starting to loosen up. I opened my eyes and noticed David was now sporting quite a hard on. And it wasn't far from my face. I felt my own cock stir a little bit as well. I wasn't sure if David was gay or not and wasn't sure how to proceed. But as he kept loosening my back up and I would moan I noticed his cock would twitch. Which in turn caused my own cock to twitch. He then stopped for a moment and said he was going to remove the doughnut to help get a better angle to my back. He then proceeded to start rubbing my back again but this time his cock was directly in line with my mouth. I had never considered sucking a cock before and really wasn't sure how to. So I just opened my mouth and let his cock just find it's way in. To my surprise he didn't pull back and gently started rocking back and forth slowly fucking my mouth. No words were spoken. My own cock was now so hard it was hurting. I was enjoying allowing David to fuck my mouth. I had totally forgotten about my back but he was definitely going deeper on my back and in my mouth. I could taste some saltiness leaking from his cock and knew he was giving me copious amounts of his precum. I don't know how long this went on but I knew I didn't want it to stop. After a while I no longer felt any pain in my back. David then rubbed some oil on my cheeks and around my hole. He ran a finger across my hole and I moaned around his cock. This must have been all it took because I felt his cock swell up and he started cumming down my throat. He must hadn't cum in quite a while because there was a lot. I impressed both of us by swallowing it all without spilling a drop. After he finished he didn't remove his cock and continued to fuck my mouth. He didn't go soft either. Damn I was loving being used like this. David then started inserting his finger into my hole to help loosen me up. I knew what he wanted next and I was more than happy to give it to him.

Yeah, maybe - but wouldn't the US still have to support the hordes of his victims? Gitmo is a US base .... the Cubans don't pay for anything there - we taxpayers do. It's a long-standing and long-lived lease, but the Cuban Government doesn't control anything within it's confines. But, you have a profitable idea: At night, he could make the soldiers open the gates and chase the prisoners out, to make room for tens of thousands more.

Amazing story. Thank you.

These days I am a no loads refused cumwhore. I used to be choosy about who fucked me, say in a sauna, party or cruise bar, but then a few years ago in Vault 139 in London, I turned up at about 5pm, decided to get naked while everyone else was clothed, found myself in a dark corner, and guys were just fucking me. Didn't know, didn't see, didnt care who. Guys were turning up on their way home from work to unload and go, and I was the hole they used. Took load after load after load for about two hours. It was completely liberating, and totally changed my view. So now, when i go to a sauna or cruise bar, cruising area, wherever, I think of my ass as public property: if you let me know you want to fuck and breed me, then you have the right to fuck and breed me. Just use me to cum: you know I'll love it. (I mean in practice, it doesn't always pan out that way - that evening was pretty exceptional - but it's the attitude that matters the most)

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.

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

It depends on where you get it, who is giving it, and what you communicate. I've had erotic massages that ended in hand jobs, blow jobs, and fucking. Most guys (and girls) will let you know what to expect. It's a turn on when you're not sure, and you're excited to find out. But that can also be disappointing if you're not on the same page. If they are offering 'erotic', then feel free to ask expectations. The best is when the massage is actually great - not just a simple rub down leading to a hand job - and after a good massage you get what you need to get you (and them sometimes) off.

Monday night after practice, Tom showed up at Coach's door for game vids. The two watched as if nothing else had ever happened. When the finished, Coach said, "Boy, strip. and give me ten." Tom did as he was told but Coach said, "Wait, you do your pushups on this special board." Tom had never seen such a board. It had a sort of tube attached. Tom was to start from the down position with his dick in the tube. Tom did as told. He began the up and down motions, on the down there was no problem, on the up the tube squeezed Tom's elephant cock pulling on it as he pushed his body up. Stretching the already huge cock. When Tom counted the tenth repitition, Tom got a surprise, a jolt of electricty ran thru hiis big dick and he came. He came a lot. Tom turned to coach, saying, "I'm sorry Coach, it just happened." Coach smiled saying, "Electricity can be a wonderfu thing boy. No go clean out your hole. You need a dose of fresh cum. Coach took the cup off the tube that had collected Tom's cum. He put it into a needles syringe baister. When Tom came out of the bathroom, all naked, Coach had him bend over a chair, shot Tom's own cum into his hole and began to fuck away at him. "Tom, do you want my cum,"Coach demanded. Tom could only ned, he begged. Coach was fucking him like a 2 bit whore. Coach gave three loads to his stud quarterback and said, "Boy, you will get plenty more hot cum. Good thing you like it. But, you are going to have to learn to top, too. We will work on that with a friend of mine. I never bottom. " Coach produced a larger plug than before, forced it into Tom's ass and sent him home saying," take it out in my office in the morning, not before." Tom dressed, thanked Coach and moved toward the door. Coach shouted,"Halt, my special sluts get a kiss." He and Tom engaged in a long wet kiss. And then again. When they finally broke, Tom got on his motorcycle and headed home. His mind was agog. The plug was driving him crazy with every move. He fell asleep around midnight. His dreams were of cock.

The afternoon at school was like a daze. Tom was having flashbacks. The end of the day announcements pulled him back to reality. Tom Kistner, report to Coach C's office immediately. Tom picked up his things and headed for the office. All coach said was, "After practice, I have some things to show you." Suit up and give it all you've got. Wait, Pull down your pants." As Tom did, Coach pulled the plug out, had Tom lick it and said, "You can't be on the field with this in you." Tom went into the john and let the cum run out. It was mostly watery. He flushed it away, sadly. Dressed for the field, the guys in the locker room asked about the interview. Tom said it was rigorous. They asked if there were game films. Tom let the know there were films. Practice was gruelling. Tom expended all his energy, gave his all. There were a few men in the stands watching. He wondered if they were the interviewers. That would have to wait. JD was filming practice as he always did. After 6pm, Coach said hit the showers and head for home. To Tom he said, "after you have supper, my house. " Tom said he would be there. When he walked in the house, his mom said, "There's my studly football boy. Dinner is on the table." Tom sat down with his Dad and his brother Rob. They had the usual dinner conversations. Tom said, "I had an interview for a scholarship today." His Dad beamed thinking how much money it could save the family. Dad said, "Son if you can get scholarships, it will make a big difference for our family budget." Tom knew he would take all the money he could get. At 7:30, Tom rang Coach's doorbell. Coach opened it and pulled the boy in. The room was not well lit and Coach sent Tom to a chair facing the TV. He said, "Watch carefully, this is raw footage. It will be edited to make a better video." Tom couldn't believe his eyes. It was Tom face down ass up. A huge man approached him. Tom could see one fat cock headed for his ass. Then it began, the man saying," take my load, you filthy slut. You know you want it. Tell me you want it." Tom heard himself say, "Give it to me, wreck my hole." The second feature was a smaller guy but he had a bigger cock. Tom heard himself saying, "Fuck me, please fuck me. Fill my cunt with your cum. The man did. He got off the bed and left. God, the third guy was the desk clerk at the hotel. He recognized him immediately. By now, Tom was begging for cock, Pleading to be fucked. Tom didn't remember that. Coach said, "these videos will be available to select people who will pay large amounts of money. We will pay the filmers, editors, and split the profits. Your portion will go into a scholarship fun to add to what I know you will get from State. We will be making more videos. If Possible, I want them to see you just masked, coming in, stripping for the camera and laying on the bed, ready to take the first cock I bring in. By the way, the desk clerk will be a regular." He knows who you are and won't ruin his life with his wife and kids by exposing you." We play Friday night in Carmel. Next filming Saturday afternoon," Coach said. "Will you be ready." Tom only thought of money, his family's budget, and how good being fucked felt and answered, "Yes, SIR."

Coach opened the door to the room. Said you have lunch period 4? Tom answered that he did. Coach said, "Good, boy, I have another one for you. Just relax, he'll be here in2 min." Another one, Tom thought. Tom Twas totally confused. Meanwhile coach took his finger, made Tom lick it, stuck the finger in a baggy, and then in Tom's ass. It burned and Tom whined. Soon boy, it will feel so good. Just wait a minute or two. The knock on the door told Coach is was time to hood Tom again. Done quickly, Tom heard the door open and a deep voice say, "this the kid who wants to play?" When coach pulled the sheet off Tom to unveil the masterpiece, the man said, "Hell, you sure he's only 19 with all that fur." Here is his driver's license," Coach replied. The man played with Tom's furry ass saying, "I could comb it, but I'm in a hurry. I'm going to fuck it." Finger first had Tom writhing in pleasure. Tom's please Sir fuck me had the man ready. The man said, "You want this fat cock boy? Show me, back up on it." Tom reached around felt for the big cock hand helped to find it way into his hole. He pushed back surprised that he opened easily for it. His hole gulped the dick and Tom pushed back. Suddenly, he began to move back and forth moaning like a bitch. The feeling overwhelmed him. He began to say fuck me over and over. The man rolled Tom onto his back without removing his cock from Tom's hole. The minute he was over he began to pound Tom like a hammer on a nail. Tom pleaded, "harder, fuck me harder." Both man and boy were sweating like in a sauna. Suddenly, Tom shot a load out his cock. The man felt the orgasm in Tom's hole and shot his load as well. The man got up. Tom heard him get dressed and leave. Coach came in saying, "shower boy. I've got 5 Guys for us. Get that plug in you." Tom answered, "Yes, Sir." He slid the plug in but it was sliding out. Coach produced a larger one and Tom worked it in. The ate in the room. Coach said, "We have to get out of here now. They need to pick up cameras and lights." Tom didn't really understand but knew his hole wanted more than the plug. He asked, "Did you take videos?" Coach answered, "I didn't, but a friend did. I'll give you an address to find them on Internet. You can see how good you look all fucked up." "Was this the interview for scholarship," Tom asked. Coach said, "The scholarship is insured."

I have some fond memories of that place. It was anything goes there. I got so many good loads and met some pretty cool people too. It wasn't a place for pretense just non stop fucks. I remember this older guy came out of the shower and had a true 12 inch dick. I followed him to his room and basically demanded that he fuck me. He was happy to oblige and I got gaped and loaded. (The bunk bed style beds were for employees on break. One of them took me back and dropped a quick one in me.) When I would leave you couldn't really call it a walk of shame. No such thing there.

PART 4 Justin, Mike and I just laid on the bed all high as fuck and we passed the bong around and gave each other shotguns. They both made sure that I got shotgunned by both of them, and I wasn’t complaining. I felt amazing and my ass was on fire. I had a big plug in it to keep their loads inside but it was aching for more cock to use it. I felt incredibly trashy, but safe with these older men who seemed to know what they were doing. I was just along for the ride. Well, as long as the ride involved cock up my ass as much as possible. My phone buzzed and it was Jake saying he was at the hotel and on his way up. Justin laughed nervously and said “oh shit, what have I done,” and Mike tried to reassure him. Even spun out of my head, I could see that it might be best if Jake didn’t just bust in on the three of us naked, high and smelling like sex. I told them to both go take a shower. They laughed and went to rinse off. I made sure to tell them both not to use any soap on their nuts, butts or pits. I wanted them to smell amazing. Jake’s knock came on the door and they both stood up, went to the large bathroom and closed the door. I decided to just wing it and answer the door naked. He knew what he was coming over for, just not ALL of it. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Looking pretty sexy. I opened the door, hiding my junk behind it while we said our hellos, so I didn’t flash some unsuspecting person in the hallway. Jake was wearing little shorts, a tank top and not much else. He was about my height, 5’4” tall and thick around the middle, but also muscled, with big legs. Like me, he was very furry for a young guy, and I found myself getting really turned on, but of course my cock wouldn’t get hard because of the T. He nervously looked around and said “where are the other guys?” I laughed to put him at ease and said they were in the shower rinsing off after round one. I brazenly told him that they had both fucked me and turned around to show him the buttplug in my ass. He touched it and I moaned. “That’s so fucking hot,” Jake said. “I really wanna fuck you, dude. I’ve been wanting to hook up with you since we first flirted online.” He grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face to his, rubbing his goatee against mine and kissing me deeply. I could smell the scent from his unwashed pits and pulled away from his kiss to deeply inhale his amazing scent. This boy smelled great, and his armpits were making my hole ache for more cock. Jake quickly pulled off his tank and shorts and he was just wearing a really sexy yellow jockstrap with a very full pouch. His cock was already rock hard. He whispered in my ear, “dude, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And gently pushed me back toward the bed and fell on top of me. We continued to make out and when we came up for air he saw the bong not he bedside table and said “fuck, dude you party too? Let’s get FUCKED up and fuck all night!” He grabbed the bong and lighter and took a huge hit, shotgunning it back and forth with me until it was gone. Then we did another, and another. I just kept getting more and more spun out of my head from the shotguns and booty bumps. I could hear the shower stop and a minute later I heard the door open. Jake’s back was to the door and I saw Mike stick his head around the corner and give me a look as if to say “well? Now?” I responded by nodding slightly so he knew that it was time. Then he quietly walked up behind Jake, who was laying on top of me making out, and lightly pinched his nipple. Jake moaned a little bit and turned to see who the intruder was. He almost jumped off the bed. “Uncle Mike? What the fuck!? What are you doing here?” Mike just laughed and said ”It’s ok, Jake, I’m here for what you’re here for. This sexy little piece of ass. Adam and I have been fucking for a while and when my buddy came to town I invited Adam over to have a threeway.” Jake still looked astonished to see his Uncle in the room and Mike sat down on the bed and pulled Jake to him, burying his nephew’s head in his hairy chest and kissing the top of his head. “I’ve hoped this might happen for a while now, Jake. I’m glad it is. I’ve always thought you were a hot little fucker. Having to shave at 14 and back hair at 17 meant you were going to turn out to be a really sexy. You definitely got the family hair genes.” Jake just laughed and said “I can’t believe it. I’ve been fantasizing about you my whole life. I jerked off so many times as a teenager remembering a glimpse I caught of you changing into your speedo!” Mike grabbed Jakes head and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss and when they separated he said “I know we’re going to have a great time tonight. Are you ready for one more?” Jake laughed and looked at him and said “fuck yeah. Let’s get this party started.” Justin was obviously listening in on this conversation through the open bathroom door, and he came walking across the room with his big uncut daddy cock swinging in front of him. “Is there room for one more?” Justin laughed as Jake’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in under 5 minutes. Mike’s “buddy” had arrived.

This guy has been hitting me up on A4A for a few weeks. He has no pic, so I have not been too eager to meet up. However, since I have not been able to find a willing poz breeder to wreck my neg hole for the first time, I came up with a scheme. I told the guy I'd let him fuck me with a couple conditions: 1) he'd have to 'force' breed me and 2) he must pretend to be poz. He eventually agreed. This was the perfect solution:getting off on poz loads without the real risk of pozzing. Something even an ethical top would do. So,we met up last night. He arrived,and was 6'2, 200#, muscular; to my 5'8", 130# scrawniness. He immediately pulled his cock out and played his part well, telling me to suck his fat poz cock. He fucked me doggie on the floor, force feeding me poppers. Growling he was going to fill my little cunt up with poz seed. I was flying. As he picked up the pace and the talk, I could tellhe was going to blow soon. Then he stopped. He said,"You're wanting to play a twisted game that I just can't go through with." I was like, shit. He pulled out and said he wouldn't pretend to be poz. So, I reluctantly said "OK... let's just finish fucking then." He re-entered me and quickly picked up the pace. I felt him swelling inside me. He pushed me down to the ground with all his weight and started punding hard. He held my head down to the floor. Then, he leaned forward and growled in my ear."I'm not playing games, you twisted faggot. I'm gonna breed you though." I was like, yeah... As he started to cum, he whispered again. "And I am really poz, fucker. Here's your toxic load." Before I could even react he was shooting in me balls deep. Before I knew it, I nutted all over the floor. True story.

Sorry for the delay in updates. This next one will get a bit wordy, but there is a lot of information I needed to get in there to make the story make sense, and I promise that I end it on a worthwhile note. Again, thanks for all the replies, and I look forward to any input. -- PART 3: Becoming a Good Neighbor Looking up from my laptop, I watched as two of my classmates walked up, finishing their rounds for the evening before we sat and completed our charts. “Hey, Erika. Hey, Steve,” I softly said, not looking up from what felt like the hundredth chart I had written that night. Both said a quick ‘hey’ before dropping their laptops next to mine. Looking over, I saw Erika finger what felt like the millionth bouquet sent to me by my ass of an ex in the last 3 weeks. Erika, a short red-head that I first met back in pre-med, is hands down my best friend. She barely comes up to my chin, but what she lacks in height, she definitely makes up for it in feistiness. We met at a mixer one night in the dorms and was actually the one to introduce me to my douche of an ex. At this moment, she was single, having dumped her ex after they had a fight over the long hours she always put in. Steve, on the other hand, is tall, black, and frankly one of the few guys I had ever lusted over and hit on. Smart, quick to make a comeback, and he and his fiancé, a nurse at another hospital, are one of the cutest couples I ever met. Sadly for me, he was 100% straight, but still extremely cool, if not a little too knowledgeable about the gay world, besting me on all sorts of insights. “I see he really doesn’t give up…” she replied, grabbing the card and looking inside, “God, what a sappy note. ‘I love you with all my heart. Being without you is like missing a piece of my soul.’ Talk about contrived. If that fucker didn’t want to lose you, maybe he should have kept it in his pants. It’s been what, 2 weeks?” “Nope he still hasn’t, and it’s been 3 weeks,” I said, finally finishing up my last chart and after clicking log out, closed the lid of the laptop. Grabbing it and my few paper charts, I put each away; the laptop back into its cradle on the counter behind us, and the charts in the ‘To File’ pile. I began to stretch, hearing and feeling several loud pops emirate from my back. “And they’re going into the trash, just like all the rest,” I said, going to the small closet behind the nurse's station. Pulling out my jacket, I began to shoulder on the thick material, thankful that I had forgotten the coat for nearly a year and yet to be stolen. The weather had taken a sudden dip into an early winter, and I knew I would definitely be needing it. “Screw that!” Steve replied, grabbing the vase before I could, “Can I have them?” I stopped and stared at Steve. “Ok…. why do you want a dozen red roses?” I asked, confused before adding the sly, “Did you something you want to tell Erika and I about the requires roses at home?” “Fuck no!” he replied with an eye roll before continuing. “It’s just that nurses love them. Especially mine. You want something from them, just give them flowers and candy.” “Shit… should have thought of that myself!” Erika said, trying to make a grab at the glass vase as Steve pulled them out of her reach. “Nope. Mine,” he laughed, watching as she tried to jump and grab them, profanities spewing from her mouth as his tall frame easily surmounting her much shorter stature. “You can have the next one, dear, ” I said, hanging up my white coat before starting work on the zipper, “I’m sure there will be more tomorrow.” “And just where are you off to?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at the clock, obviously surprised at my early departure, knowing I usually was the last to leave since I had set up camp in the small on call room down the hall. “House hunting. Found a really decent place for like $800 a month. It’s fully furnished and not all that far away. Have to get there before 5:30 so I can check it out.” I replied, checking to make sure I had my phone and wallet before making my way from behind the counter. “I’m tired of staying in the on-call room here, hospital food sucks ass, and I’m getting really tired of having to live out of a duffle bag.” “Jesus! What’s wrong with it that it’s that cheap? I’d come with to help you, but on call tonight.” Erika replied, her eyes growing large at the admittedly too good to be true deal. “Yeah, what she said,” Steve added. “No idea, but it’s got to be better than living in a hospital, and it’s in my price range. Even seems like a pretty new place and has perfect access to the streetcar line. My only guess is that there's a night club or something,” I replied, pulling up the listing from my phone broker before hand the phone to them. “Niiiiice,” they both replied, as I pocketed my phone again. “Ten bucks says someone was murdered there, probably a serial killer like in American Psycho,” Steve guessed, looking back down at his screen and typing. “Nope, $20 bucks says it's definitely the site of a porno,” Erika added, doing the same, “Probably a giant homo-fest filled with big cocks shooting everywhere like a Super Soaker. I bet if you took a black light with you, it’d look like a Jackson Pollock painting in there.” “You’re on,” replied Steve. “Lame jokes from both of you, I expected better, “ I called behind me, making my towards the elevator, ”Wish me luck!” Pressing the down button, the doors quickly opened to reveal my least favorite person in our class. Alex Ranker, aka Ranker the Wanker as Matt called him. Though I hated Matt now, I still agreed it was a perfect thing to call the guy. Alex was one of those guys that seemed to have it all. His parents were rich, his mother an heiress to some fruit company out east, his father a famous lawyer in New York. The guy was literally perfect. Perfect tan, perfect teeth, perfectly trimmed dirty blond hair, perfect body. Until he opened his mouth. He’d been known to harass the nurses and other students alike, to the point nobody wanted to work with him. And yet, it seemed like he could do no wrong in the eyes of the attending doctors. My level of hatred started back at the beginning of residency when they had a dinner at the hospital for everyone and their spouses to visit. I had run to the restroom, only to come out and find Mr. Douche himself feeling up my then boyfriend. He didn’t even bat an eye as we kissed when I got back and proceeded to ask for Matt’s number. Needless to say, I still hated the guy with a passion. Looking up from his phone, he gave a slight smirk at me. I fought not to let my thoughts about the douche reach my face, and stepped onto the elevator next to him, watching as the door closed. I stared ahead for a few minutes when Wanker opened his mouth and started speaking. “I hear you and that hot British guy broke up,” he said, immediately getting under my skin, “Must have finally realized he could do a lot better than someone like you. I’ll have to get his number sometime. Show him what a real man is.” Wanker was also a notorious man-whore, having been caught with both male and female nurses all over the hospital. A true one and done type of guy. Every week, the staff would have to cheer up whoever he had used and dumped. The latest was the new nurse in the neonatal unit. Told her at the nursing station to grow up and get over herself. And that he’d had much better all the time. He at least was now iced out of that floor. This was opposed to me. I tried every day to treat the nurses as a team, helping them whenever I could and listening to their complaints. And who after the recent break-up, constantly had the sympathy vote on his side. The difference between us proving ‘never piss off the nurses.’ “Yep,” I replied through gritted teeth, “Caught him in bed with a neighbor. Apparently, he only likes pussy now. Also likely has a bad case of gono knowing what he was on. So enjoy that. He’s all yours.” Slightly satisfied at how my reply had shut the dick up, I rushed the doors the second they opened to the lobby and quickly made my way to the entrance. — Luckily, the streetcar was only a block away, and my wait out in the biting cold was a blissfully short one. I stared blankly out the window, letting my mind wander to that night 3 weeks earlier, and nearly found myself missing my stop. I felt my cheeks redden a little as I looked down and saw the guy sitting in front of me who was forced to stare at the obvious bulge in my scrub pants. I made brief eye contact before I moved away and looked pointedly out the windows of the tram. Hurriedly, I hopped off, and walked down the block towards the apartment building, having memorized where I needed to go. Looking around, I caught a few brief glances of the area. A few small shops, several restaurants, even what looked to be a bookstore nearby. Then there was the building with blacked out windows and bars right next door to where I was going. Nightclub maybe? I asked myself, slightly slowing down as I walked past. The sign above the door stated ‘Stroud’s.’ However, there were no other identifying features, so I kept walking past. I walked into the lobby of the apartment and was greeted by a receptionist, a hot younger guy, possibly of Indian descent. “Are you Jake?” he asked, a mild Middle Eastern accent in his voice. “Um… yeah, how’d you know?” I asked, slightly put off by how this guy knew exactly who I was. “I’m Amal. Greg, our manager, and leasing agent is the one you spoke to this morning. He’s in his office,” he replied, extending his hand and shaking mine, “Follow me.” I followed Amal to the room behind him, taking in the appearance of the apartment lobby. It was obvious that the building was a former hotel, and an old one at that. Thankfully, whoever owned the building hadn’t completely gutted it on its renovation, leaving many of the old styled flourishes around, while still adding an interest modern flair. I knew instantly I would love the place, at least until I found out why it was so cheap. The receptionist opened the door and I saw Greg. Holy shit! I thought to myself, have I walked into the Twilight Zone? Before me was a man who I could swear at first was Jackson. He had same dark hair, graying at the temples. He also obviously spent half his life at the gym, his chiseled torso hidden just barely by an expensive looking suit and tie. A nice, square chin and piercing gray eyes added to his masculine look, with high-end designer glasses completing the look, giving him the air of a model. However, as I looked closer, I noticed a few differences between the two. No piercings, no beard, his voice was a little less deep, hair cut was definitely different. He had a phone to one ear talking away to what must have been a tenant, and with a brief wave, I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. “Can I get you anything?” Amal asked from the doorway, breaking me from my mild stupor. “Um, no, I’m good,” I replied, giving a small smile. Quietly, Amal shut the door, as I turned my attention back to the building manager. “Yes Mrs. Goodwin, I’ll have maintenance get on that as soon possible. Yes… yes, ma’am. Thank you again for reporting it. I truly apologize for the inconvenience. Yes… Yes, ma’am. UH-huh… Okay, thank you,” he spoke, before finally hanging up the phone. Looking down, he began to look through the many sticky notes on his desk, looking for a particular one. “ Thanks for waiting. Sorry, it took so long getting off the phone, Mister… uh… sorry… Doctor…” “Harding. Please, just call me Jake,” I replied, shaking his hand as he extended it out. “Nice to meet you, Jake. I take it it’s getting quite cold outside?” he asked, turning his attention to the computer screen next to him, clicking on something, “You’re here to see…. 1201 was it? The one bed, one bath fully furnished?” “Uh, yeah, I think so,” I replied, forcing myself to stop imagining the quickly darkening things I’d do with the man in front of me, quickly starting to mirror what I had done with Jackson. “And you want a… immediate move in if possible I see. And you’ve already completed the application… thanks for getting that done so fast,” he continued, reading the screen, “And I see you’re well qualified for the apartment. No pets, and no need for a deposit… Great!” he replied, reaching into the desk and pulling out a small electronic key card, “We can show the apartment now if you’d like?” Nodding, I followed him back to the lobby, standing behind him as he pressed the call button for the elevator. Quickly I stopped myself from looking at his ass as he turned around to face me. “So, as you can tell, this used to be a hotel. It was built back in 1907,” he began, pointing out different points in the lobby as he began his tour of the building. “We recently renovated last year. We tried to keep the historical integrity of the building, but everything that couldn’t be saved has been updated. There’s fiber internet in the building, as well as 24-hour security. And the front desk is staffed from 9 am until 11 pm every day. We have a small gym on the 2nd floor, as well as a pool behind the lobby. There is a small attached parking garage, but those are an additional $100 a month per space.” I nodded as he told me these things. Seeing as I had no car, the parking wasn’t a big deal. But still, I kept telling myself that there was no way this place could be this nice at the current price and not have something wrong with it yet. The doors of the antique looking elevator opened up, revealing a surprisingly updated looking interior. “The elevator works with your room key, and will only take you to your floor and the common access areas. We also made sure to set it up so that you can use your phone, and that you can send a temporary access code to anyone you wish. It will also allow them to access your apartment door if you aren't home.” I slyly watched him as the elevator quickly climbed upward, taking in the nice profile presented to me as he continued to wax about the history of the building. For once, I was really beginning to enjoy not being attached to someone. Especially the no fearing the repercussions of checking someone out. The downside though was not having done anything for 3 weeks, which was really starting to make me horny. The doors opened to reveal a long, well-lit hallway, the seemingly never ending length giving my a slight vibe of something out of The Shining. I half expected those creepy twin girls to appear and start asking me to play with them. Directly across the hall was my possible apartment. “As you can tell, it's near the elevator,” the manager continued, “But we made sure to add extra sound proofing to prevent any noise problems.” He swiped the card above the door lock, and with a slight whir, the door unlocked. Opening it, I followed him in, looking around the room as he turned on the lights. I was stunned. The place looked amazing. The pictures from the internet showed empty rooms, and the images had not done the place justice. Tall ceilings, with what had to be the original decorative crown moldings. Granite counters, high-end loft furniture, stainless steel appliances, exposed brick and hardwood floors everywhere. And even an amazing view of downtown. There was even a large flat panel tv and what looked to be one of those high-tech smart thermostats. I began to feel almost unnerved. Why in the world wasn’t this place taken? The tour continued to the bedroom with a well appointed and fully updated on-suite bath, again looking like something out of a magazine for the rich and famous, and not something that was more in the pricing of a fresh out of college student. “As you can see, we went to a lot of lengths to update the apartment and all the furniture comes with it at $150 a month. After a 3 year lease, they will pretty much be yours. We currently don’t have them installed, but it will also come with a high-efficiency washer and dryer as well if you need it. This unit was previously the model unit, but since we’ve recently finished the top 10 floors, we’re trying to get rid of this one. Also, we have a deal with the former housekeeping staff and they provide cleaning once every week for another $75 a month.” “Um… it’s great…. but…” I replied, perplexed at how such a great find wasn’t already taken. This place was nicer than anything I could have hoped to live in. “Let me guess…” Greg intoned, “How is something like this still on the market?” “Yeah…” I replied, looking around again, “Did someone die in here… or is it haunted or…” “Well,” he started, looking a little embarrassed, “I do have to be up front. There are a few problems with the place. First, you’ll have Mrs. Goodwin, the lovely lady I was speaking to earlier as a neighbor. She’s very nice if a bit… well, crazy. Don't get me wrong, very sweet, and if you ever want great food, she is an excellent cook and loves for people to try it. But she tends to like to know every little thing about people. You can usually avoid her as long as you aren’t in the hallway at certain hours. Also, she has a bad habit of trying to fix her children up with other tenants. The closer they are, the more she pushes it.” Having had an (albeit much lesser) similar experience with our previous neighbor, this fact didn’t phase me. “OK, I’ve had my share of nosy neighbors, so not a big deal there. And I guess it's nice actually knowing who your neighbors are. I’m guessing there’s more though?” I asked. “Well, there is the fact of the neighborhood,” he replied. “This area is still in transition, and the crime is a tiny bit higher than other areas. But nothing major. It’s a pretty safe place to live. There is a lot of very nice places to shop and eat, and the street car is right down the street. But we do have a certain… erm… the element that resides here and has no plans of leaving.” “So, gangs? The mob? Satanists?” I asked half-jokingly, not quite following his logic. “Oh God, no, nothing like that,” he replied, “It’s just… well, I’m sure you saw that place next door. Stroud’s.” “Sure, “ I replied, remembering walking past the place next door. “Is it a nightclub? If so, I don’t think it would be a problem this high up would it?” “Oh. Um, no… it’s a….” he replied, looking even more flustered, “You don’t get easily offended do you?” “I’m a doctor, so no… seeing strange things and people is part of my job,” I replied. “Well, it's actually an adult bookstore. And apparently pretty popular as well, especially with the male population. It’s actually the reason why we have had so much trouble filling the unit,” he stated, “People don’t really like telling their friends to go the apartment complex next to the gay bookstore. Especially with the rumors around it. It’s really pretty seedy. We’ve tried to talk the city into closing it down, but apparently, the owner has a lot of connections in city hall. That and the owner has a private sauna a block away. With those two elements, we tend to have a problem with a lot of our more conservative renters being driven away. We had an issue with our last tenant as well, which required us to have them evicted. Corporate really strives for full occupancy, so I’ve tried to price it to sell. You’re the best candidate we’ve had yet.” I felt a stir in my pants as I realized exactly what he meant by seedy gay bookstores. I’d recently started reading about such things online, bored at night with the call room to myself. Likely, this adult bookstore was one of those rare finds. Possibly even one of the ones with private theaters. “Other than those problems, it's a lovely unit. What are your thoughts on the place?” Greg replied, looking as though I was likely to bolt out of the place and never return. “Actually, compared with the things I see at work,” I said, taking a final look around, “Those things are really rather mild. You’d be amazed at the things people do in the bedroom that put them in the emergency room.” With a slight laugh, we exited the room and made our way back to the elevator. “So, like you said, you’re wanting to move in as soon as possible?” Greg asked, following me into the elevator as the doors opened with a slight thump. “I’d say today, but I’m sure that…” I started to say before he immediately interrupted. “We can do that!” he exclaimed. “If you want, we can have someone from the cleaning staff do a once over. We just have some paperwork, and if you can make the first month’s rent payment and the application fee, we will be able to get you in tonight about 8 or 9 pm. Would that work?” Shocked, I nodded my head, amazed at how quickly I could take possession of the place. We spent the next hour signed what felt like a mountain of paperwork and the swipe of my debit card, we exchanged handshakes and Greg gave me the small plastic card. I left the building, running back to the hospital to get my duffle bag, and then returned, off to grab dinner and explore the neighborhood. I took in a light dinner at the Thai place across from the streetcar stop and set off to explore in the quickly dying late fall sunset. I walked into a few shops, surprised at how many were open until later in the evening. I even spied a small tobacconist shop, which made me think back to the hot night from 3 weeks before yet again. I ignored the shop though, looking at my watch. It was time for my apartment to be done. So, I walked back to the building before I spied several people walking into the adult bookstore. I felt myself get hard yet again. I walked back into my building, waving at Amal, and rode the elevator back up, setting my bag into the bedroom and changing into normal clothes before deciding to bite the bullet and check out the bookstore. — Stepping into the store, it looked like any other adult bookstore I had seen before. An ever shrinking movie section (thanks in large part to the internet), toys ranging from small to impossibly large, leather, clothing and edible panties, even the occasional ball gag and whip. I wasn’t that impressed until I noticed a second entrance to the back of the shop. I walked up to the attended, and with a slight blush on my face, asked what was further in. The attendant definitely looked like a skinhead. Shaved, bald head, with piercings everywhere. Fishnet shirt and leather pants. He appeared to be reading a Harry Potter book, and with a sigh, he stopped reading and flipped over the book. “First time?” he asked with raised eyebrows, looking at me with an appraising glance. “Yeah,” I said, “Just moved in nearby and thought I’d be a good neighbor and check out things.” I flashed a slight smile, fearing my nervousness was showing, to which he warmly returned. “Normally, it's a $10 fee for non-members to enter the theater, but since you’ve never been, it’s on me,” he said, pressing what must be a button to open the door. A buzzing noise came from the door. “Enjoy, buddy,” he said with a somewhat wicked smile. I opened it and walked inside. I immediately was met with a lit stairway down. Walking down I entered a dimly lit hallway. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the red lighting. I walked around, but the halls seemed empty, each door closed. Finally, I found an open door leading to a booth. Stepping inside, I closed the door. Looking around, I noticed a large screen with a bill feeder under it. Sitting down, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a few dollars and stuffed them in. The TV turned on and started showing a video of two girls making out naked. Looking around the edge of the screen, I finally found the controls and flipped around until I found one of what appeared to be a group of guys fucking in various positions around a tiled room. I sat back and watched, slowly feeling a rise in my pants. After a while, the scene changed to a young guy, looking somewhat similar to myself, with a line of all the guys waiting to take a turn on his ass. One thing stuck out to me, however. Not a single one appeared to be wearing a condom. I felt my cock throb and building up courage, I pulled my pants down and slowly started stroking myself. There I sat, stroking my cock for several minutes, zoning out to the hot video in front of me when I heard a sudden tapping to my right. Startled, I stopped what I was doing and turned to see where the noise was coming from. Sticking out from a crude hole in the wall was a thick, uncut cock, probably about 7 inches long. I gulped and licked my lips watching as it throbbed slightly, a drop of precum slowly forming on the piss slit. Slowly, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it and myself at the same time. This made the owner groan, slamming hard against the wall. I continued to stroke the guy until a voice with a thick accent called out, muffled by the wall. “Suck me.” This caught me off guard. I let go for a second, starting at the hard piece in front of me. Suddenly, I acted, slowly licking and then taking the cock into my mouth. I ran my lounge along the underside, sucking hard as I pulled off, making the guy groan even louder. After a few minutes of sucking, I felt him pull out. At first, I was upset, wanting to continue to suck him to completion. Until his face appeared at the hole. “Let me suck you,” the face replied, in what sounded to me like a thick Spanish accent. I started his face for a moment. The guy had soft pink lips and a slight mustache. In the blue glow of the tv (now forgotten), I slowly stood up and began to feed him my cock. Damn the guy could suck. His warm wet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Every time he got to the tip, he would run his tongue into the opening, making me squirm in delight. I felt myself getting closer, and just before getting to the point of no return, he pulled off and stepped away from the glory-hole. “Fuck,” I muttered, looking into the hole and seeing him pull up his pants and walk over to the door before opening it and leaving the booth. Resigned, I went to finish myself off and pull my pants back up and leave, when I heard a knock at the door. “Double fuck,” I said, looking at the screen realizing that the money had run out in the video machine. Most likely the attendant, as I recalled my knowledge of how a video arcade worked. Pulling out my wallet, feeding another few bills on the machine. Hearing another knock, I turned back, pulling my pants back up slightly and opening the door. “Sorry, I just refilled the…” I started to say to the attendant, but instead was greeted with a hot, late 20ish Latino guy, “oh…. um… can I help you…” He pushed his way in, closing the door quickly and immediately locked lips with me. We proceeded to make out, grabbing and stroking each other, my cock still on the edge of release. His breath smelled of smoke, immediately turning me on. Finally, we parted, each gasping for air. I slowly recovered as he licked his lips and quickly asked me something I never expected to hear. “Let me in your hole?” he asked, pulling out a small brown bottle, opening it up and taking a few hits from. I instantly recognized the bottle from my night with Jackson. Poppers. My cock throbbed at the idea of the sensation. He held the bottle out to me as he started stroking his cock. Grabbing the bottle, I took several hits and handed it back to him. “Uh… sure,” I said, starting to feel the rush from the poppers reaching my brain before adding a quick, “As long as you let me do the same.” A quick nod was his only reply was before he turned me around and bent me over. I felt him reach behind himself and realized that he was grabbing lube from the dispenser on the back of the room. I quickly felt him rub some on my hole and then looked back to see him rubbing it on himself. “Wait…” I said, looking back at his cock, “You got a condom?” He shook his head no, before replying. “Most guys here don’t want them, so I never bring them. You got one?” I already knew I didn’t have one. I was torn. I wanted sex. Bad. But I had already learned the hard way about taking a bare cock. Hormones raging through my bloodstream, my brain fought to think logically, failing at the ebb of poppers in my mind. Finally, my mind came up with an answer as I asked, “You clean?” “Sure” he replied with a slight shrug, and with that, I bent over. Slowly, I felt him press his cock against my hole as I took a deep breath in. END OF PART 3