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Last night I attended a frat party, at which, because of summer break, I didn't know many of the guys, although my frat usually invites guys from all the other frat houses around town. Anyhow, we all started drinking, smoking and messing around with each other. I was just wearing a white tank top and some blue shorts with briefs underneath. I got into a conversation with two brothers from town but couldn't help but notice they were continuously staring at my ass. After a few minutes one of the brothers suggested the three of us go upstairs, but before we even stepped foot into one of the bedrooms, the three of us began making out in the hallway. We ended-up undressing in the hall, and then slipped into one of the bedrooms where, when my legs were spread wide, one of the brothers started licking my hole while I blew the other guy. Then the guy who had been rimming me stood-up and slipped his raw cock in my hole. He and his brother switched positions a couple of times until each blew his load deep into my ass, all the while they made-out in front of me. This morning I woke up naked as an anonymous jock pounded my ass. I pushed back onto his cock as he grunted "Yeah, take that cock!" I couldn't believe that I was being bred by a jock, let alone an anonymous jock. In any event, he kept pounding my ass hard until he moaned loudly, blowing a big load in my ass. He slapped my ass and slowly pumped my ass, until he withdrew and taunted me saying "Fuck yeah, you like that poz load in your ass, slut?" I moaned an affirmation of sorts. I only saw his face when he left, and never saw him on campus. Nor did he leave his number. Damn.

Graduating to Becoming A Gifter Looking back on it now...it all began so innocently (or at least, innocently enough.) After those hung guys had bred me, I never told anyone how much of a violated and used up cumdump I had felt like but the change was apparent to me even though I could not even admit it to myself. I went from willing and submissive bottom to an over-the-top macho dom fucker top. I plowed the ever-living-hell out of any cute, sexy, or hunky ass that passed my way but...I tried to play safe until I got up the nerve to get tested. Then something went horribly wrong...although now I think it was the best thing to have happened to me. Bang! My dorm door slammed open as I stumbled groping and kissing this slim dominican with a sexy set of six-pack abs and a swimmers chest and arms. He was at some pride dance and we had gotten to grinding in the sweaty crowd and as soon as I put that ass against my crotch, I knew I was going to have to fuck this kid like there was no tomorrow...and he knew it too. "Damn, you're a stud," he moaned ripping off his pants and bouncing back onto my bed, already bare bottomed since he had gone commando and his shirt I had torn off someplace between the club and the short hop to my place since the college was in the middle of the city. My belt was unbuckled and jeans falling off to the floor in no time. "You're quite the looker yourself playboy," I flirted with a wink and sly grin. My 8.5 uncut dick was throbbing something awful in the otherwise comfortably fitted black boxer-briefs with the word "TOP" stitched onto the backside incase I went to an underwear party and anyone wanted to take the guessing out of what I wanted. "I have a feeling you want to get right to fucking me," he said as though he wanted an expected it rather than was asking it. He rolled onto his stomach wiggling his ass and getting on his knees and looking back at me with a wicked glint in his eyes and a quirked eyebrow, "Doggy or missionary to start?" I already had produced a condom and went for my desk next to the bed to grab the lube. "Lube that hole up good too, I am gonna be diving in hard and will fuck you like the bitch you are whether you can handle it or not," I ordered, half-serious, and half in jest. "Yes, Daddy," he obeyed already fingering his ass and taking ahold of the lube to apply gratuitous amounts onto it as he did so. The condom was already on and I tossed the wrapper aside, my fat veined cock was hurting it was so hard, I had to fuck him good so I could cum at least once just to get a hardon that wouldn't drive me nuts. I was on him before he had barely taken his finger out of his ass and my rubbered cock sunk into his firm bubble butt swiftly. He reared his head back and gasped moaning and trying to move forward a little to stall for a little adjust time, but I had already grabbed ahold of his dirty blonde hair and tugged on it hard like reining in a horse and plunged balls deep and kept my other hand firmly on the small of his back to rail this tight-holed bottom until he was as loose as I preferred a bottom to be. "Fuck kid, you're mine now," I told him as I smashed unforgivingly into his twink boy hole. He cried out in pain and pleasure and before too long began to loosen and give in when he couldn't get away without me gripping his hair harder to force my cock in fully. "Take it you fuck slut," I barked the order in his ear as I leaned in pounding on him and then licked and sucked on his sweet and sweaty neck. All there was for the next 10 minutes was the sound of him moaning and my balls slapping into his ass checks while splitting that hole ever deeper with my dick. I couldn't believe it was getting even thicker. I think I felt it more than heard it, even though I know I heard something faint...but it took me a moment to realize the condom had suddenly snapped. Whether because of how tight he was when I first started or how fat my cock had gotten...or fuck, maybe it was because gun oil and regular condoms don't go so well together, oops! I kept on fucking him though, he didn't seem to noticed and was grinding now into me like a bitch in full-on heat. I was so turned on thinking of cumming in such an amazing ass I couldn't even help it. I went from planning to fuck him mercilessly for the next half hour to shooting a near week's worth of saved cum right up the fuck-holes raw cunt. I just impaled him harder and harder as I shot volley after volley of my seed. I still hadn't gotten tested...but maybe he was lucky and I was neg. Otherwise it had been months and I would be unmedicated and he'd be knocked up for sure. "Fuck, yes," I whispered just imagining him now carrying my DNA inside him and being forever branded with what was now my calling card. I knew I'd never wear a condom again..at least not without planning to break it and cum inside a bottom. A gifter was born and so was the next part of the Breeding Chain with this poz seed. "Oh god, that was amazing..." he breathed slowly pulling off my wet semi-hard dick. I tried tugging at the condom to make it seemed covered still as he turned around to look back. He must have suspected cum was inside him, I shoot so fucking much even when I have been jerking off daily. "Yeah, you don't know the half of it," I laughed.

Intro The best stories are the ones we secretly know are true, and man have I got some truth for you. Often we just talk about how we got pozzed or how we knocked up someone else, but how often do you see the chain reaction? The ones who came before. The ones who came after. So let me show you what most don't see. You're probably wondering who I am, how old I am, what race I am, what I look like, but I won't bore you with the details...I could be anyone and when you hear my story you can imagine it as anyone or even yourself because if you go raw...it probably will be you soon if it hasn't been already. How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part I I was horny. Typical, right? Yet, horny for something particularly special. I like all races honestly, as long as they have a sexy look to them, but some completely make me melt. Middle-Eastern guys were a rare thing to come across for me and when I saw a mailing from two that were both hung tops from a craigslist ad I had placed, I couldn't resist. DL, hairy chested, almost latino in skin-tone, one 33 and the other 41 but they were neighbors and were going to play separately. I didn't care to ask questions about the unconventional dynamic, I just wanted the best part about their stats to be in front of me and then in me...their 8,5 and 9.5 inch cocks. I was ready in no time and out on the road...it was an hour drive, but I had a feeling it'd be worth it. When I arrived at the first guy's place, I felt the all too familiar nervous excitement heighten my senses and cause my hole to ache hungrily to be satisfied. I'd brought poppers and gun oil for lube. He had told me the door would be open and to wear no undies. I turned the knob to the one-story home and sure enough it was open. It was minimally decorated but the quality of the items was evident. The bedroom I could see from where I stood and I could also see the naked form that occupied it stroking an already hardened cock. Resisting every urge to just run over to cram that meat into my mouth I instead sauntered over sexily, stripping as I went making a show of my every curve, muscle, and sexy asset I felt a horned top would appreciate seeing. As my track shorts dropped to the hardwood floor and my shirt was carelessly discarded it was nothing to kick my tennis shoes off and crawl submissively onto that king sized bed to that thick veined 8.5 incher and start going down on it. I locked eyes on my soon-to-be-top and seductively went down as far as I could on his fat dick before my throat began to protest. I quickly repeated that a few more times before focusing on the conquest in my mouth completely and looking down towards his crotch and deep throated it fully. His hands flew up to my head and held me down to bury my face into his pubes. The scent of a sexy man is an intoxicating thing and I could not help but inhale it deeply. His hands roamed down my back and I could tell he craved my ass already. With a tug at my hair that had just started growing out lately, he pulled me off his cock and maneuvered around me on the bed swiftly to position himself behind me as he kept firm hold of my hair and kept me on my knees. His free hand went to grab the gun oil I had let roll to the side when I initially crawled onto the bed and he wasted no time opening it and applying generous amounts onto my hole and then his swollen manhood. "When I fuck that hole you take all this, I don't care how much it hurts you better get every inch in that tight thing," he ordered and with that he began to push his uncut cock into my hole. "No condom?" I asked, trying to resist and pull forward just a little so he didn't go in fully, but his free hand now pushed down on the arch of my back as he was pulling my hair to lower me down onto the thick thing. His cock head already half way inside. "You said you were neg, right?" He said, and without stopping popped into my protesting ass and began to slide in inch by inch with ease. I hit the poppers despite myself because I could tell he wasn't going to stop and I confess...I did not want to stop him much either. Hung cocks I often prefered raw when I felt more or less safe that they were not poz or had something else. "Yeah, but I..." my words were lost in a sudden gasp of pleasure as the poppers kicked in most wonderfully and opened me invitingly for his filling cock. He plunged the rest of his dick into me and fucked at full on ball slapping speed right from the start. I hit the poppers desperately again moaning and arching my back subserviently to him, just allowing him to take my hole again and again with every thrusting. "Oh Fuuuuuck!" I whispered contently as it hit places in my hole I hadn't felt opened in such a long time. His dick was one of those rigidly straight sorts that you can feel how badly it wants to make it to the deepest and most center part of your ass to plant a seed as quickly as possible. I was just going to be a cumdump for him and it turned me on even more. Smack. Smack. Smack! SMACK! His cock, hips, and balls were crashing against me and into me with total animalistic fervor and intent. Then I heard the grunt. He drove it once more balls deep and held me down his cock lurched and throbbed inside powerfully and spewed surprisingly hot thick spurts of cum into me. I felt each and every of the six streams of jizz hit the back of my ass and fill it easily. He held me there only a few seconds longer as he squeezed the base of his cock and then began to pull out to milk the last bit of cum into my used up hole. "Sorry I came so quick, I've really been needing to fuck since I don't jerk off to cum," he said sounding rather pleased with himself. "It's no problem," I replied with a small smile, not wanting to say I didn't agree to be bred and wasn't warned at any rate. "Well, don't leave. Turn around to face the door, lay on your stomach, and spread those legs," He commanded me with a mischievous grin. My heart quickened in excitement as my newly ignited craving for his magnificent tool took over my thinking -- meaning I didn't think at all and was the obedient little fuck hole he oh so desired. I arched my back and waited patiently, not even wiggling my ass unless commanded or if he grabbed or slapped it for his visual pleasure. It was maybe three minutes before he was near full on hard and got up to swiftly dive into my already cum-filled ass. "Fuck this bitch is full," he chuckled, "You're going to be gushing everywhere when my bud gets you and he'll love that." Damn, that's right...as good, kinky, and especially as risky as this was...it was still just the beginning of my "fuck date." And if he had just expected to fuck and fill and use me I had a feeling his even more hung buddy would be anticipating much the same. What had I gotten myself into?

I was bored earlier this evening so I went online. I'm on holiday so I wanted to hit the local chatroom to see if I could find any bottoms nearby. Boring. None. Nada. But then 'Guy25' opened up a private chat and we started chatting. After twenty-five minutes, we decided to see each other. I told him to come, but since I'm staying in a relative's house we would have to use the attic. We got turned on by the idea of a dusty, dark place to have a sweet fuck. An hour later he texted saying "I'm at the door, come out." I went downstairs, opened the gate and he stepped in. As soon as he passed by my side, I slapped him in his ass and he smiled. Ten seconds in the lift and I was already massaging his cock. We got to the last floor of the block and joked about the luxury of the place, then I opened the door, we entered, and I locked the door behind us. Then the SEX began. We made out wildly and he started stroking me, getting me hard in seconds. I pushed him down to his knees, forcing him to take my cock. He nibbled and gulped my cock, and fuck, he could all but swallow the whole piece. After a few minutes, I told him to jerk himself off as I face-fucked him. We were both sweating profusely, and he stood-up, as much to get some as as to kiss me. With that I turned him around and pushed him against the wall, probing his hole. He reached back and grabbed my cock, making an effort to take it raw, but he was tight as fuck, so I reached into my wallet, found a rubber, and pulled it on. Now I was able to shove my way into his hole without any big problem, but my cock began to loose its rigidity, so I leaned on his back and whispered in his ear: "I'm taking it off." He said nothing so I banged his ass, drilling away. After 15 minutes I announced "I'm close," adding "Where d'ya want it?" And he replied "I don't mind. Your call." So I speed-up and held him still, thrusting powerfully as I came, pumping my seed into his hole. Meanwhile he blew his jizz onto the floor, quietly moaning, even though I was trying to stifle his groans. Two loads later, we dressed up and he took off. I came home after a hot session of barebacking.

The host met with us bottoms briefly and asked if I could stay for a moment. I was about to expect the worst when he started telling me that he was about to change up some of his party scheduling. He hadn't considered the demand for positive tops before. He had been used to negative bottoms wanting to stay negative, so he hadn't actively recruited positive tops. He had just recently, because of me, realized that there were quite a number of negative bottoms that had fantasies of being fucked by positive or possibly positive males. He also noted that out of that number he had recently seen, while loving the fantasy, he had been seeing quite a number of them chickening out when faced with the very real situation. That was puzzling to him to a point. He asked me if I had any suggestions. My only suggestion was to try to arrange more of the possible bug chasers than he had been since I had personally seen several of them leave once they learned about positive tops in the mix. I suggested that he ask if they had already taken positive tops, if so, then they might be more likely to participate. He looked thoughtful and thanked me. He told me that he was working on a party he expected me to be interested in a month or so. A month later found me bound to the fucking bench with four other ready bottoms. The host was a bit vague about the party plans other than telling us that he didn't know for sure that there were any positive tops, but he suspected there might be one or two. This time none of the bottoms left. "Bottoms," he announced loudly, "This is a somewhat special night. I've managed to bring together a rather large number of ready, horny tops. You are free to guess, but since you are all blindfolded, you won't know how many." He continued, "Tonight's plan is to let the tops decide who gets fucked and, as one drops out, then the next one from the pool takes up the empty hole. As usual, we're going to continue until the last top finishes. The bottoms may or may not be released as the party winds down, but there will be a lot of fucking and cum delivered. I hope you all enjoy yourselves. This time the tops were allowed to fuck until they wanted. If they came, someone got bred, if not, he had to wait for another open hole. The first top that entered me was either about average or I had been learning to accept larger cocks. I have to estimate it took him about fifteen minutes to leave his load inside me. Once he pulled out, I was ecstatic that another cock slide right into me and began stroking toward leaving his cum inside me. It, at that point, occurred to me that these tops were getting turned on by the fact that they were getting to fuck, not only a ready hole, but one that had just been fucked and left full of cum and they were getting to watch said hole getting filled. The second top didn't take nearly as long to show the signs of breeding my ass. He clinched my hips and simply kept stroking in and out, all the while, grunting. I snapped for the poppers and enjoyed the head rush as the next cock slid into me. I soon found that rapturous release somewhere about the fifth or so load I knew for a fact had been shot into my guts. I took another deep breath as I felt the next cock slip in and start fucking me. Sloppy and loose as I was by then, I understood that it would take a sizable cock, girth or length to cause me any serious discomfort. I was ready for nirvana. This one took a while and I enjoyed every bit of his stroking and verbal abuse that led up to his loading me up. I loved feeling him thrusting viciously as he met his orgasm, knowing that it was not only my ass that provided it, but that he was rewarding me whether he wanted to or not with his cum. Being that I figured he was buying into the idea he was fucking a cum-dump, I expected he was as happy as I was at that moment. I loved the idea of being fucked raw, not knowing a thing about whoever was seeding me. Just as the idea of cum-dump goes, I wanted to live up to it. Show me, give me a cock, you need to cum, you want to cum, give it to me, fuck me, leave me well-fucked and sloppy, dripping cum. That's what aroused me now. I was lucky tonight, every time a cock pulled out, another took his place, fucked to add his cum to the pool growing inside me. I was wondering how much more blissful I could feel. I finally fell into that mellow mindlessness that I had learned to fall into while being gang-fucked. One cock fucking me, seeding me all began to blur together until they shot their loads. That I always remembered. For some reason, I always remembered in sharp detail whenever a top filled me with cum. It had been a good evening. My asshole was sore and, I knew, full of cum. I was elated. My scrotum and thighs were sticky as hell when I was unstrapped. I was led to the bottom's room and offered a shower. I begrudging took it. While I wanted to keep as much of the cum inside me as I could, I knew I had to clean my thighs off before I went home. I was the last to enter the bottom room and was met by our host. He asked me to stay for a moment. Shortly, once everyone else had left, he informed me that he was starting to arrange a party based on HIV positive tops and was hoping I was interested. I asked and he answered that he had gotten a definite answer from several tops and several bottoms that had expressed interest in being anonymously fucked and bred by known positive tops. He admitted a bit of surprise at that but was willing to set it up since there was a demand. "I'm invited, I hope." "Of course," he said, "I'll text you when it's set up." I had to ask, "How many tops were here tonight? Will you tell me?" He was a bit vague, but admitted that it was north of twenty five.

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

I'm clean too. I shower at least once a day and if I'm getting fucked, I douche. So I'm clean....... I don't get the mentality of guys who want to bareback yet want the top to pull out before he comes anyway. If you are poz and topping, the bug is in the precum too. I'm not judging them. I figure they think there is less of a chance, but.. If you are that scared of being pozzed, better fuck wrapped. I agree with everyone else. Give me the damn load. That said, in response to the original question: I've had a couple of guys who wanted to pull out and shoot it in my mouth. It never happened. Not one time. They couldn't help themselves. The load always ended up in my ass. And I wasn't complaining.

Sweet! Thank you so much for the feedback so far, I have been promising myself to actually finish one of my multiple chapter stories and hopefully go back to a few I have written but haven't typed on the site. I will always try and keep you fellas entertained and turned up with the story progression, and tweak it if it is lacking something. Each one is done from memory otherwise haha. This next one was my favorite between the two actual guys... How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part II I was groveling pathetically and subserviently on the sheets before my hairy well-tanned top. He had my suck on his index finger as he stroked that bulky dick before me and slapped it with a solid *clop* across the right side of my cheek. "Please..." I begged him as I wiggled my pert asscheeks in the air and arched my back slightly. He reached back and grabbed a handful of one cheek in his strong grip and clenched then unclenched his fingers to repeatedly manhandle me for his amusement. "Yeah, fuck one more into you," he mounted my ass pushing it quickly and forcefully flat on the bed and crammed his cock entirely from head to balls in a near singularly swift motion. I shot up moaning and straining to pull myself forward while gripping the top part of his bedspread so his ever thickening dick wouldn't be so firmly lodged inside me. Cum dripped and gushed as his balls slapped mercilessly the thundering beat of his slam fuck he was giving my quivering cumhole. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm cuuu--aahhh!" My orgasm was muffled as he stuffed my face into a pillow and continued the last few steady and quite satisfyingly loud thrusts into my young hole that he was inseminating with his mature load and made note of the large wet spot where he had fucked my cum right out of me. "That ass won't be the same after us tonight man," he chuckled more to himself than to me. I didn't know what to say really and was unsteadily trying to dress myself. My ass felt so good but ached dully as though a long slow dick was still snaking in and out of me just for good measure, and the cum he had once again decided to pump me full of was already demanding release. I wanted to just leave, and not let him have the pleasure of hearing from the nearby bathroom all his jizz splattering out of my hole and reliving his conquest of using me so easily since I was so stupid for just being duped by a stud who seemed so straight to me otherwise if I hadn't seen the e-mails and lived through the fuck he had just delivered. I couldn't believe how quickly I made it to the other guy's place... And when I knocked on the door, he nearly immediately opened it. Standing at 6'6" he was unbelievably tall. Much like the other guy, he had a distinctive look that I would say was somewhere firmly between what I had imagined was a traditional arab and a fresh off the boat type latin guy. Very rugged, fit, masculine, and built though his frame was quite slim. He wore nothing but low hanging swears and his adonis lines showed clearly. My dick came to life bouncing beneath the surface of my clothing, begging for release though my ass tightened in nervous anticipation of how large that snake he had to wield would be. I knelt to begin to suck his cock and pull down his sweats but he pulled me up off the wooded floor and turned me around and with a surprising amount of ease picked me up and tossed me onto the plush bed so I landed on my stomach. He tore off what little clothing I had to expose my bare cum laden hole. He slipped out of his sweats letting them hit the wooden floorboards silently and with slow anticipation he climbed onto the bed on all fours over me and positioned his cock just over my ass. I had my eyes directly forward on the headboard before me, as I didn't dare look back incase he decided to punish my hole for trying to eye his cock. He leaned to his left grabbing a lube bottle from the nightstand and rolling poppers to me as well. I hit them eagerly and deeply when he started squirting the cool gel on my hole. His dick was not long behind and pushing firmly. "Wha!" I could not believe what I was feeling as he stretched my hole ever more apart with his wonderfully thick fuck baton. It was way thicker than what I had thought would be going inside me and he knew it. No wonder he wanted to go second. If I had started with him, it would have just been all blood and tears...or maybe I was just getting dramatic because of how I felt like my ass was barely containing the amount of meat he crammed and fucked ravenously up inside with a wicked curve. I was breathless during the assault and just surrendered to the one who took over and now owned my ass. "This is some good cunt boy," he whispered with his chest pressed against mine so his full weight flattened me even more and he forced my legs apart just a bit more so I had no choice but to let him force his invading ethnic dick anywhere it desired and all the pre-cum that steadily drained from it, "You know what is gonna happen to that little boy puss, huh?" He breathed mockingly. I merely panted as his thrusts got insistent and shortened in their quick lightning jabs inside me til I could feel the intensely warm and thick creamy present he buried into some point past my second hole. I couldn't believe he kept every drop so deeply nestled inside me I wasn't going to have any cumming out unless I really tried to get it out. "Can I--" I began. "Use the bathroom?" He finished with a laugh as he popped out of me tugged at his cock gathering up the ass juice and the last bit of his cum onto his fingers and pushed his fingers into my mouth to lick and clean without hesitation, "No. You're driving with my special load stuffed nice and good inside that useless fuck hole of yours. Wouldn't want you not getting the most out of that jizz." "Special load? You guys aren't poz, right?" I asked though I know I had asked almost a half dozen times in the e-mails and they denied, denied, denied. "Well, you wouldn't have been such a sweet and willingly little pump n dump for me if you had known, right?" He commented as if it was an observation of the weather. I was stumbling out the door, clothes barely hanging on in any decent way, wide-eyed, cum-stuffed, and aching inside and out of my hole he had bred so enthusiastically, "Don't worry slut, you might get lucky...I'm undetectable these days...but that ass was pretty torn and damn..you got such a huge load. Call me if you want to own up to liking that hole getting used for poz dick. Love neg guys who know what they are good for." It would be three weeks before I got up the nerve to go get tested...and of course they had done their job all too well. The test results said I was choc full of HIV. It had been so easy for them and I though tricked some..all too willing...and now...well now... It was my turn to fuck some neg hole over and keep the chain going.

Fucking hot! I can just imagine his stadning there with his hard cock in his speedos and ass clinched tight, conflicted about what he wants all the while yearning for that cock inside him, filling his hunger deep with their raw cocks! Can't wait for more.

Well stated as well as arousing. Thanks! I think there are probably plenty of times who guys actually mean "just the tip" or intend go bare "just for a second" knowing how damn good it feels to feel a smooth, warm, welcoming hole wrapped around our cocks. However, it feels so good once you're in, you just don't want to get out. Like a warm bath, only much better. "Just a second" leads to another second, then another, and another...

I knelt and leaned forward, my face in the dirt and my backside upraised. I heard them growl with excitement and a finger rubbed lube into my hole, the long finger nail scratching and piercing my skin. I was panting with excitement and fear as I knelt there helplessly. I didn't want this - or did I? Suddenley, a pair of muscular thighs gripped mine and I felt a huge, slick cock head nosing into me. It stretched me to the limit and I howled with pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take it, the head popped into me and the shaft slid up me with a long, delicious, slippery rush. I gasped and gagged, face down in the dirt, impaled on the enormus cock which began to move sensuously in and out of my bottom. It was too late, much too late for any regrets and I began to meet the man's thrusts whcih were becoming more urgent. "Ahhh.." He grunted "He wants it. Well, little pig, time to knock you up!" I felt his cock swell in me and squealed with pain and pleasure as it began to throb and I knew he was spurting seed into me. He held his cock in me, chucklng with pleasure and raking my ribs with his nails. "Mmmm! That was good. Now just stay there like a good pig whilst they breed you." He got off me and pulled his cock out of my gaping, wet arsehole. Almost immediately, I felt a heavy body on my back and another stiff cock enter me. I was lost, damned and I knew it. But beneath my belly, my cock hung down hard and twitching with pleasure....

When I got to college I was totally straight. Never even thought about having gay sex or doing anything with a guy. I wasn't a homophobe or anything, It was just that tits and pussy, not cock, turned me on. In high school I had a girl friend, and like a lot of couples, we hooked up and she took care of my needs to get laid. But going away to college ended that relationship and suddenly it was just me and my hand - again. And as everyone knows, compared to a quality blow job or fuck a hand job simply isn't as good. Of course I wasn't the only guy on campus who was horny and looking to get laid so that meant it wasn't easy finding a new girl. Then one day I was walking back from class talking to a buddy and we ended-up on the topic of being horny and not being able to get any. He looked at me, smiled and said "You know there is a solution to that." And with that introduction he went on to tell me about the coaches' locker room in the old football / weight room building, explaining "...when they built the football team a new weight room, the old one was opened up to students for use 24-7-365. But what most people don't know is that down in the basement is a locker room that used to be for the use of the coaches. It's not that big but it has lockers and a decent shower area but since it's out of the way no-one uses it." Not understanding where he was going, I replied "Uhh huh, and what does this have to do with being horny?" "Well, after 6:00 PM each day" he says "it's a place where you can go to get your rocks off if you want. It's mostly gay guys but they will suck anyone who wants to get blown and you can usually fuck one in the ass if you want. They keep it pretty dark in there so it's not like you can really see who is taking care of you and it sure beats jacking off. I'm telling you, man, one straight guy to another, a guy's mouth feels just as good as a girl's and I'm told that fucking can be even better." Pre-college I would have ignored his suggestion, but at this point I was horny enough that the idea of getting sucked sounds good enough that I don't care who does it, especially if its anonymous. My buddy went on explaining that the deal is if your interested you go down there to the locker room and strip nude - no clothes allowed in the shower - and go on in. If a guy is in the middle of the room then he's looking for someone to service him. If he's against the wall facing out then it means he's giving blow jobs. If he's against the wall with his face to the wall then he's taking it up the ass. The idea of course is that guys will give and receive but its not like they are keeping records or anything. He could tell I was interested and offered to show me around a bit that night it I wanted, so around 9:00 PM that night we met up and headed over. It was a good thing the locker room was somewhat buried in an out of the way location, 'cause as soon as we opened the door the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air. The room was dim but there was just enough light to find a locker and get undressed which we did. Now while I was horny as hell I was also nervous about the whole gay thing so my cock was anything but hard. My buddy on the other hand was sporting a nice 7" wood and clearly ready to get going. We walked into the shower room to find one of the shower heads in a distant corner was on full, putting out hot steam which fogged the room a bit. I could just make out couple of guys fucking and a couple of others getting sucked. We watch for a minute and then, as our eyes adjusted, we can see others against the wall waiting for action. My buddy lead me over to the wall, told me to face into the shower, and to have fun. Then he disappeared into the mist. No sooner had he disappeared then a guy appeared. He smiled at me and quietly asked "Let me guess: you're straight, and this is your first time, right?" I nodded in reply, swallowed hard, and wondered what would come next. I didn't have long to wait. The guy reached over and began playing with my soft cock, murmuring that I should relax. Then he went down on his knees, and took my cock in his mouth. His performance was magic. His tongue swirled around my limp shaft and head, licking my balls. Within seconds I was hard. To make a long story short, it was an amazing blow job and in the end I pumped jet after jet of my cum down his throat. As I left the shower area I spied my buddy, balls-deep in a guy's ass, fucking him hard. But the conversion part of this story is what you really want right? So my girlfriend problem never got any better and I keep returning to the locker room. Within a few visits I decide to try fucking a guy and found out first hand how much better a guy's ass can be than a girl's pussy. I found myself noticing hot guys more and more, and wondered if I was going gay, especially since I noticed fewer and fewer girls. I guess, however, all that really mattered was that when I walked into the shower room, my cock was always rock hard. Then came 'The night'... I'd gone over as usual, hoping to fuck someone. I undressed and walked into the shower. More guys than usual were clustered in the middle, but that wasn't particularly unusual. I had seen it happen before. Seeing a guy facing the wall, and not engaged with anyone, I headed over that way, but before I took three steps I was grasped from behind by several pairs of hands and forcefully guided to the wall, pinned against it, my legs spread eagle. "What the hell!?" I exclaimed. Someone replied "Well you've been giving out loads for a while. It's time you took some." "What the fuck, man, hey, I'm not gay I don't do that." "We aren't asking you. If I was in your shoes I'd relax and enjoy it." I knew there was a crowd around me and it was clear I wasn't going anywhere. And the only sounds were heavy breathing and the rhythmic sounds of guys stroking their cocks. My cock went instantly soft and I knew I couldn't escape.."Please, man, no, please don't." "Shhhh just relax." I felt fingers probing my virgin ass, opening me up for the first time in my life. The guy fingering me took his time but he wasn't gentle and it hurt. Soft whimpers escaped me as he opened my ass.."No, please, it hurts" I begged, but the guy kept going. Then I could feel his fingers begin to work lube into my ass and I could feel my hole stretching open. He moved behind me and I could feel the tip of his raw cock against my now stretched pussy. "Okay boy I'm gonna pop your cherry. Just relax," he suggested. "No, please, don't, no... please...noo" I whimpered as he began to push his way into my ass. Man did it hurt at first. The thick mushroom head truly opening my virgin ass and drove deep inside. It felt like I was being split in two, but he just drove his shaft in deep and left it there for a moment. I could hear others encouraging him, but some of what they were saying made no sense to me. "Yeah man, fuck that neg hole. Convert that boy. Poz him good." He started working his shaft in and out slowly at first letting me adjust and then with greater force. And as my ass relaxed and he started massaging my prostrate I was shocked to find myself enjoying it...my cock getting hard. I couldn't believe it. I was straight. I wasn't gay. And yet here I was, enjoying a cock in my ass. Tears of shame ran down my face as I confronted the fact I was getting pleasure from the cock in my ass. "Yeah boy, you like this, don't you? Fucking got a big hard-on, don't you?" the guy whispered in my ear, adding "Yeah you like this. I can tell. Fucking tight ass boy. Yeah. You know you're a faggot now, don't you?" He was right: I was. I couldn't help it. As he fucked away, my whimpers of pain had become moans of pleasure. He and everyone watching knew it. "Fucking A boy I'm gonna convert that neg ass of yours. Going to give you the gift. Make you part of the brotherhood." Had I understood what he meant I would have been terrified and would have tried to fight back, but I was clueless and in any case I was still held fast. Hands were groping my cock, stroking it as the group closed in tightly. I heard guys murmur about 'pozzing his ass' and 'milking the last neg load' from my cock. I could tell we were both going to cum very soon. "Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want my cum inside your ass." "Yes," I whimpered, "yes, please!" I could feel him shudder as he drove deep inside my ass, his hot juices filling-up my hole. I cried out as my cock fired its own load of cum at the same time. He stood behind me working his cock in my ass.. Working his cum into me. "Yeah pussy boy. That's right. You're one of us now. Part of the brotherhood. And now it's time for another member to give you his load. You want another load, don't you?" "Yes please" I whimpered unable to help myself, "fuck me...." I took six loads that night, all of them poz. By then end my ass was sore and gaping and my boxers couldn't contain the cum leaking down my thighs. A few nights later my buddy who had introduced me to the locker room came by and explained to me what all the poz and neg talk meant. It turns out he had also been pozzed. I cried like a baby and he held me soothing me and explained that it wasn't that bad. How meds could control it - if I wanted, and how now I could get fucked by anyone anytime. And that now now I could pass the gift to others if I wanted to do so. He held me for over an hour and soon we were making out. Truly making out. And that night we made love to each other. Two converted poz gay boys. When it was over we began to make plans to share the gift. But that's a story for another time.

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

1. I looked at my watch once more. It read 5:50PM; only ten more minutes of agony. There hadn't been a customer since 3:00PM; my manager had left at 4:30, and I prayed that one would not appear at the last minute. Thirty minutes earlier, I had tempted the customer fates by taking break in the back room; if one would come, it would have been when I had my pants down and my dick hanging out. Luckily, no one had come. I had changed into a jock strap and now the bright red waist band just barely peeked out from above my khakis. Outside, there was a slow drizzle still coming down. I didn't mind. It would make a last minute customer even less likely now, and the bath house would be even more crowded this evening. I looked in my backpack. The two booty bumps I had prepared before work were still there. All I had to do now was draw up some water and let it dissolve, and I'd be flying twenty minutes later. I did the math once more. Five minutes to close up. Five minutes to walk to the bath house. Five minutes to get settled in my room. And then five minutes to find a top to pound my hole. It meant could do the bump right before I locked the front door. Which, in turn, meant it was now finally time to fill it up and let it start dissolving. It only took a second at the stockroom sink to fill the booty syringe; I left it there for the small crystals to dissolve in the water. Back out in the sales room, it felt like an hour passed before 5:58 arrived. However, slowly, endlessly, it did. I sneaked into the back, dropped my khakis to my knees, and slid the thin tube deep in my hole. There was just enough lube left in my hole from cleaning out earlier that it went in easily. I pressed down the plunger and the cold liquid burned for a moment before it settled into a dull ache. It would be a few minutes before the tina soaked in and I savored the anticipation. I put the used booty bump in my bag, next to the one I was saving for midnight. There was also the pipe and torch, but those would be for later. I pulled up my pants back up and returned to the show room. The clock now read six o'clock. I was done and was completely free for the next four days. But my fates had other ideas. Right as I started towards the door, a man appeared from around the corner, and pushed his way into the shop. "Fuckin' A!," he exclaimed. "You're still open. Been a fucking bitch of an afternoon, running from store to store. You still got the new iPhones in stock?" "Yeah," I said. I shifted my weight, feeling those tiny few cc's of liquid shift in my hole. I had only a precious few minutes before it would hit. When it did, I wanted to be at the bathhouse, getting ready for a fat white shaft to slide into my hole. "Well, we were just about to close." The customer was a black man wearing a windbreaker and baggy sweats. I had gotten a lot better over the past few years, but I still hated dealing with them. It was always one problem after another: lost ID; wanting some blinged out phone; failing the credit check; after an hour of dithering, picking the cheapest one. I had never had a good experience with a black man. "But you have them?" I nodded, before I even realized what I was doing. "Good, he said, pulled down the hood from his ratty windbreaker. "Now, don't be a fucking cocksucker, and sell me a phone." I looked him over. He was tallish, maybe 6'1", with a definite muscle build. His head was clean-shaven, a smooth expanse of chocolate-brown skin. As I looked over his fine black body, I remembered my past. Of course, there was still the tattoo, but today, there was also the jockstrap. I had bought it at a leather store in Atlanta and the strap was decorated with Confederate flags. The tina was starting to work its depraved magic, and I found myself wondering how it would look; his fat black cock sliding into my white hole against the background of the racist symbol. It was always the first sign of the crystal kicking in; my imagination got more vivid, more extreme, searching out the taboo and dirty, the profane and depraved. I had never been fucked by a black man before. What I had been taught as a child was hard to overcome, but the tina was changing my outlook. At least I remembered the first rule of customer service. "I'm Mark," I finally said. "Hey, Mark! If you wanna take care of me, sell me the damn phone." I was quickly wrenched back to reality. He had caught me checking him out and I knew it would be the first of many betrayals the booty bump would commit against me. I looked back up at his eyes; they were neither friendly nor angry. They were just resigned. "Yo, Mark, it's cool. A good cocksucker can do things to my tool no girl would ever dream of doing. But first, I gotta get a new phone. Black. 32." "Gotta get it out of the back," I said, trying to focus on his face. I resisted the urge to look down. He was wearing baggy sweats and I knew if I looked down, I'd see the outline of his cock. In my mind, he had a long, fat black shaft. Mine, by comparison, would be nothing more than a tiny white one. "Sure man. You do what you gotta do," he said. "You mind if I smoke a quick one?" I was conflicted. I didn't really want him smoking any more than I wanted him in the shop. But if I made him go outside, it would take another five minutes, and that would be five less minutes getting plowed by an anonymous stranger at the bath house. "I guess," I said as I grabbed the keys. "Sure." In the storage room, I eyed my bag. A freshly loaded pipe was in there, not to mention the other booty bump. A quick hit seemed like just what I needed. I pulled the pipe out, staring at the pool of melted crystal at the bottom. It called to me, but I forced myself to put the pipe back in the case. The last thing I need was to get even higher. I had to remember that the booty bump had barely hit me. I had dosed myself with nearly a quarter and the weekend was only just beginning. I grabbed the box from the shelf, and went back into the show room. Even though I hadn't hit the pipe, I couldn't say the same for my customer. He had a long glass pipe hanging from his lips, and was carefully heating it up with a torch. From the slight haze in the air, it was clearly not his first hit. He looked up at me, and pulled the pipe out of this mouth. He just smiled, then exhaled a thick white cloud. I wondered if he knew it was getting recorded. If he did, he didn't seem to care. "You cool with this?" he asked, his tone letting me he didn't care if I was cool or not. "Needed to blow some clouds." "Sure," I said, putting the box on the counter. He was staring at me, and I was momentarily transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. I licked my lips, first once, then twice, and a third time. He laughed. "Damn man. Your eyes are wide. Your head already up in these clouds?" "Yeah," I said. I was no longer stunned into silence, and was able to speak again. "Booty bump." "Well, damn man, I gotta catch up. But first, you gotta get that phone up and running man." "Yeah," I said. "Name? And your number?" "TJ. TJ Wiliams," he said and gave me his number. I quickly typed it in, as he savored another long slow drag off the pipe. I scanned in the phone, and waited for the activation sequence to finish. TJ did another two hits before offering me the pipe. "I know you're already tweaked," he said. "But a little more never hurt no one." I took the pipe. It was still warm and smoking and I inhaled deeply. The thick clouds filled my lungs, lifting me up and away from my mundane concerns. TJ was hardly a delay; he might even be the main event for the night. Unfortunately, right as I was exhaling, an error message came up on the screen. It was one I was far too familiar with; I was going to have to call the tech support line and get some stupid block cleared from his account. I had the number burned into muscle memory; it wasn't long before I had someone on the line. I tried to explain the situation, watching out of the corner of my eye as TJ hit the pipe a few more times. His hand had dropped to his crotch, and through the thin fabric, he was playing with his cock. Finally, the representative said he needed to talk with TJ. "He needs to talk to you," I said, handing him the phone. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but a motion pulled my gaze down. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. It was a massive, thick rod already straining against the fabric of his sweats. "Yeah?" TJ said. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?" He frowned. "Fuck that shit," he said, the anger palpable. "If they are going to put me on fucking hold, you're going to keep me happy." He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. "Suck my dick, faggot," he said. I hesitated, suddenly aware of the large glass windows facing the street. "Oh come on. I've seen how you've been drooling over it. You know you want it." With his free hand, he pushed me down to my knees, my face exactly level with his dick. I stared at the black snake for a moment, not quite believing where I had ended up. He wanted me to suck on it, to debase myself at the altar of his black cock. Involuntarily, I wondered what my father would say if he were still alive. It would have been bad enough that I was gay. It would be unforgivable that I was kneeling down in front of a black man and even contemplating sucking on his massive tool. "Come on cocksucker. You know you want it," he said, before pulling me forward onto his cock. By animal reflex, I opened my mouth, letting the black cockhead slide into me. So many years of my life had been spent teaching me how everything I was doing was wrong. Between the twin sins of sucking dick and hanging out with a black guy, it was hard to tell which was worse. But the combination of letting his warm cockhead slide into my mouth was a sin my father would have never been able to forgive me for. Nevertheless, I let it happen. This evening, it seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the absolute least thing I could do to improve this man's experience. As I nursed on his dickhead, I heard snippets of conversation. "Yeah," he said. "715 Oak St. Unit 5," followed shortly after by "5102." He listened a while longer, then finally said, "Thanks, yeah." and put the phone down on the counter. "Fuckholes," he said. "But it should be ok now." I looked up at him, his dick still nestled in my mouth. "One good thing, had you kept that up, I might have shot right down your throat." He picked up his new phone from the counter. "But now I can use your throat properly while we wait for my phone to sync." I nodded dumbly. I was still kneeling before this black thug, hungry for cock. "Take off your shirt, faggot." I didn't want to take it off, not for him. I had no idea how he was going to react; the tattoo was far worse than the jock strap. I was saving up, slowly, to get it removed, but for now, it was the reminder every morning and every evening of my youth, and the stupid choices we all make. It was simple, but powerful. A black eagle, holding a red Nazi swastika on my left pectoral. It had the unfortunate characteristic that the more I worked out, the more obvious it was. "Go on, cocksucker, take it off. Don't get all shy with me; you've had my cock in your mouth." I slowly pull it off, hunching over slightly, hoping against hope he doesn't notice it. But it was to no avail. "What's that faggot?" he asked as he pushed me back. "Fucking skinhead asshole, huh?" he laughed. "But yet, you gobbled down my big black cock, didn't you?" I nodded dumbly, trying to keep my balance as I leaned back, trying to stay out of range of his fist. He looked me over, and then started to laugh even harder. I dared to look down, and I saw the waist band of my jock strap clearly visible, the red flags almost glowing against my tan skin. "Fuck cocksucker. Just one racist asshole symbol after another, huh?" I try to protest but he slaps me. "Don't matter. I'll just take out a bit of insurance." He took the phone and swiped a few times. "Let's just get a few pictures of that sweet white mouth choking on my nigga dick." He smiled, as he spoke. "Just something to share with your manager. Maybe your white power facebook buddies as well." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock, forcing it into my throat. Before I can react, he got a picture of my mouth wide open, his cock sliding in. Then he took another, one of me staring at him. Then a third, this one of me gagging as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Finally, a fourth one, drool dripping out around my mouth and my lips tight on the anonymous and massive black cock. By the time I had recovered from my gagging and coughing, I knew it was too late. The pictures had been synced to the cloud, and no matter what I could do, he'd always have access to them. "A better attitude on your part and these pictures will be our little secret. Any bit of racist white shit, and it's gonna be all over the internet. You got that white boy?" I nodded, acutely aware I had no option but to comply, however hard it was going to be for me. I took another look at him, taking time to see him anew: his massive chest, taut abs, and then his thick cock. It may have been the tina finally hitting me, but I realized it was the most beautiful, most perfect cock I had ever seen. It was thick, almost too thick to wrap my hand around. It was long, like a foot-long ruler hanging out from his groin. It was hard, hanging down under the influence of gravity. It was the porn-star epitome of cock, requiring my obedience of its every desire, and my worship of every inch of it. A little thing, like a poor racist whiteboy gagging was a thing of utter inconsequential pointlessness compared to the pleasure his ebony shaft demanded. I opened up my mouth, and swallowed it again. Once more, I started to gag again when it hit the back of my throat. It was no easier physically. If anything, his cock was thicker and harder, making it more difficult to take into my mouth. But mentally and emotionally, it was an entirely different world. I was no longer choking down on a black thugs cock, a man beneath me in every way. I was now worshipping the most perfect dick in the world and giving my ebony God pleasure. With his guttural moans of pleasure, forceful thrusts of his hips and the salutary effects of the tina, I powered through the urge to gag and let his steel shaft enter my throat and dominate my experience. "That's it cocksucker. Gobble it up." Another spasm of gagging racked my body but I forced myself to stay on TJ's cock. "Come on, Mark," he continued, resting his hand on the back of my head. There was only the slightest bit of force from him, but it was enough to let me know I had to stay on my knees and take his cock. As the spasm slowly subsided, I got more comfortable with his cock sliding in and out of my throat. "Damn," he said. "I guess anyone on the street can see us, huh?" I nodded as best I could while impaled on his black shaft. "Probably should be doing this somewhere a little more, private, maybe?" he asked. "I mean, you do work here." I nodded again, my mouth and throat still filled with his cock. "You have anywhere more private?" Once more, I nodded. This time, at least, he pulled out enough for me to say something. "Stock room," I said as best I could. "Sounds good," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the fat head now glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. It took me a second to recognize that it was my spit shiny on the black shaft, and that the majority of his pre-cum had dripped down my throat and into my stomach. I was already contaminated with the black man's pre-cum and it would only be a short while before he added his sperm to my body. "You go ahead and close up shop. I'll be back in the stockroom, waiting. Then we can finish this, um, transaction." Still on my knees but made brave by the crystal now coursing through my blood and invading my brain, I decided to make a different suggestion. "Well, I was going to go to the bath house after this. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled for a moment, torturing me with the silence. "Maybe," he said. I had barely processed his statement before the tina made another statement. However, it needed to use my mouth, my body to make it. "I'll pay for your entrance," I said. "Bath house," he said. "You mean, like a sex club?" "Yeah," I said. "Exactly." I was still on my knees, still right on level with his thick, hard cock. It was gently bobbing in time with each breath he took, and I thought I could see it throb with his every heart beat. I was fascinated by his black manhood. I had seen pictures online, but never seen a black cock so up close and personal. It was scary, almost evil, but at the same time, I was fascinated. As hard as it was to reconcile with my past, I was in awe of it. I needed to understand it, and the only way I knew how involved a night at the bath house. "Damn. So you're gonna get fucked there? Suck off random guys? "Yeah," I said, terrified, but knowing that it was the truth. And it was a truth I would have to confront at some point, no matter how hard I tried to repress it. "Fuck, faggot. Gonna get all loaded up, huh?" I nodded, not really wanting to acknowledge what he said out loud. But it was true. My plan had always been to get tweaked, head to the bath house, and see how many loads I could collect over the next twelve hours. Only now, at least one of those loads would come from a black man. I was momentarily repulsed at the thought, something so patently inferior and bad entering my body. But then I looked up and saw TJ looking down at me, a slight grin playing across his face. I would do anything to make him happy, no matter how debased it might be. "That I can get into," he said. "You lead the way." He pulled up his sweats, pushing his cock into them. It was still straining against the fabric and still plainly visible. I went into the back room, grabbed my bag, the empty booty bump syringe, and my jacket, turning out the lights and arming the alarm as I came back out. TJ was playing with his new phone, and looked up at me. "And don't worry. I've more than enough of this to keep us going all night," he said, shaking a fat bag of white crystals. I didn't tell him I had just as much in my bag. I turned out the lights, and locked the door behind us. The night was cool, the light rain still continuing. "Where we going?" he asked. "I took a bus, so hope it's close." "Yeah," I said. "Just down the street, actually." "Sweet," he said. We walked in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. All I could think about was how his cock had felt in my throat, and how badly I wanted his black meat in my hole. But that barely seemed appropriate out on the public street, even if it was relatively quiet and growing dark. Luckily, TJ rescued me. "You go here often?" I had been there every weekend for the past few months. I had long ago lost track of how many men I had let inside me or how many loads I had taken. But I wasn't ready to tell TJ about this side of me; he already knew more than I wanted. "Yeah," I said. "It comes and it goes." "And there's just sex going on? Anywhere?" "Well, there are private rooms. But sometimes in the halls or the dark corners." "Damn. Full-on sex?" "Yeah," I say. "Fuck man. And I've been jerking off all this time?" He laughed, right about the time we get to the door. It's a nondescript industrial building. The entrance is the only thing well-lit, a plain door that only reads "Private Club." I opened the door, and TJ walked in. I followed him and went up to the desk. I recognize the guy behind it; it's Dennis. More than once he has ended up in my room on his break, hitting the pipe, then hitting my ass hard. For a skinny guy, he has got a big cock, and he knows how use it. He smiled when he saw me. "Mark," he said. "Good to see you." He looked behind the desk and checked what rooms were free. Before I could say anything, he put a key on the counter. "Looks like we have an upgrade for you tonight," he said. "He with you?" Dennis continued, indicating TJ behind me. "Yeah," I said. "I'll get his locker." I pull out my membership and put it on the counter. "ID?" Dennis asked TJ. He pulled a wallet out of his jacket, and put his license down on the counter. "First time here?" Dennis asked TJ. "Yeah," TJ said. "I know you'll have fun," Dennis said and rang us up. I pulled out my wallet and opened it up to get some cash. TJ was standing behind me and was tall enough to see over my shoulder. As I counted out three twenties, TJ let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had gotten enough cash to cover the bath house as well as several rounds of re-stocking on favors. It made for a thick wallet. "All done," Dennis said, and buzzed the two of us in. He met us inside, holding a few towels and the keys to the room. "Gotta check your bags," he said. "What?" I asked. Reluctantly, I put my bag on the counter. If I had known, I would have taken precautions to hide the favors. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Boss wants me to make sure we keep our reputation." I repressed the urge to laugh. Of the several sex clubs in town, this one had the reputation for being the sleaziest. It was why I went. Dennis opened my bag, and started to look through it. At least I had already done one booty bump. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be better than nothing. "Hmmm," he said, digging through the bag. "I think you should know better." From the bottom, he pulled out two forgotten condoms, no doubt the relic of some ancient, mis-guided attempt at safer sex outreach. He tossed them into the garbage, before zipping my bag back up. "Yours?" he said, turning to TJ. "I'm not sure about this," TJ says. He's holding his bag a bit protectively. "Don't stress," I said. "It's just a formality." "I guess," he said, and put the backpack on the counter. Dennis unzipped it, barely looked in it, and zipped it back up. Dennis reached under the counter and pulled out a plain white envelope. He handed it to TJ with his bag. "First time. Welcome. I doubt you'll need it, but here's something to make it extra memorable." He winked at me before handing me the towels and keys. "342," he said. "I'll find you on my break?" "Sounds good." TJ and I started up the stairs. It was a Friday evening, so it was already fairly busy. TJ was staring in open wonder at the range of men walking around with nothing more than a towel. I was staring as well, looking forward to the rest of the evening.

The Freshman 10 – My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass. Just six hours ago I was running late for my last class, on the last day of my first week at the University of Maryland (UMD), in College Park, Maryland. While the school was not quite as far away from my family down on the Eastern Shore as I might have wanted, the Robert H. Smith School of Business at UMD was one of the best, so I promised mom and dad I would ‘come home often’ – yeah right – and they agreed to pay for school. Breathlessly I opened the door to the class, heard the professor’s booming voice, and slunk into an empty seat in the back row where I was greeted with a warm smile and the most amazing eyes by the guy sitting beside me. I could barely focus on what the professor was saying as I kept glancing at my classmate, his light brown skin, his strong jaw line, the way he sat a little forward in his seat paying attention while lightly tapping his pencil on his notebook. Flashes of our naked bodies pressed together crowded my mind, my dick strained against my jeans, and I missed most of what the professor said. Class ended, and as I was gathering up my things to leave my new classmate held out his hand, smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Kevin, Kevin Durant.” I blinked real fast, realized I was taking too long to reply, grabbed his hand and shook it too vigorously as I said all flustered, “Hi, nice to meet you,” and then I dropped my cell phone. “Fuck,” I said as I shook my head, slammed my books down and almost bumped into Kevin’s head as we both went to bend down to grab the phone. Kevin laughed, he got there first, handed my phone back to me and said, “I think it’s OK. Hey, if you’re done for the day I’m happy to share my notes with you on what you missed. I live close by so we can go by my place or just hang out on campus, whatever you prefer.” I almost dropped my phone again but managed to say, “Your place would be GREAT – um, that’s cool, yeah.” Oh God. I sounded like a complete idiot. Kevin said we would take his car, which was good as I was not sure I could find mine without poring over my map and looking stupid, and as we walked we made small talk, realized we were both in the same business program and had almost all of our classes together. Unlike my hand-me-down Volvo, Kevin had a tricked out and brand new Cadillac ELR sports coupe with a red paint job that made it simmer. We hopped in, Kevin banged on the steering wheel a couple of times and smiled with pride, “Just love that new car smell. Had to work fucking hard for this. My dad bought it for me, but he’s a fucking task master like you wouldn’t believe.” As the car revved up and we took off, I eased back in the high-grain leather seats and did not know I would soon come to find that out for myself. A short drive later we pulled up to a nice size house that had a few other cars in the driveway and only then did I think Kevin may still live with his parents. I had just assumed he was in a student house like me. Kevin led me around back, through a side door, and into a large apartment in the lower level. “Go on, make yourself comfortable, I got to piss,” Kevin said. I set my stuff down and wandered around his living room looking at pictures on the wall, then to his bookshelves and noted he liked to read sci-fi, which I did too. I then started thumbing through his DVD collection and about shit myself when I came across an entire shelf of porn – not just any porn – gay porn! My hands shook as I pulled one out. Damn! My parents would have skinned me alive if I had anything like that at my house – Jesus! Kevin came back out and saw what I was looking at before I could put it back on the shelf. He smiled, “Oh man, that is like my favorite one! You seen it before? Wait, what about this one? Seen that one?” I could only shake my head and hope Kevin did not notice the bulge in my pants. We sat down at the table, Kevin grabbed a couple sodas, and we started to review the info I had missed. Shit, this class was going to be intense, but Kevin said we could study together and that made me feel better. Once we finished, Kevin stood up, “Come on upstairs. I’ll introduce you to my old man. He works from home, has a technology consulting firm, pretty cool shit.” Kevin bounded up the stairs and I raced to keep up. The house was pretty impressive, but nothing like his dad. Kevin’s father was standing by a window looking out at his back lawn while speaking to someone on his blue tooth phone headset. His dress shirt was cut tight and I could see thick, hard nipples on his firm chest. The dress pants he wore showed the muscular curves of his ass and when he turned, I paused as I took in the long curve of his dick running down his right leg. He was a much bigger version of Kevin, taller, thicker, his skin several shades darker. His hair was cut tight, his face clean, and the gold rings and watch attested to his success. Kevin quietly started to point to various awards and things on the wall as he father finished his call and when he was done, he pulled the blue tooth out of his ear, walked over, gave Kevin a big hug then about broke my hand as he grabbed it, shook it hard and said, “You’re a friend of Kevin’s? Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Come on in, take seat, so what are you boys up to?” I followed Kevin’s lead, sat down, and listened as Kevin reported to his dad all he had been up in the past 24-hours. His dad asked me a few questions about where I was from, my family, and then made his apologies as he had to take another call. On the way back to Kevin’s apartment downstairs we stopped and he pointed to several pictures on the wall. “That’s my mom,” he said in a voice laced with sadness. “She passed away a few years ago, so it’s just my dad and I now.” One last stop at a restaurant size fridge and Kevin asked, “Want some beer?” I was not 21 yet but said, “Yeah, OK, sure.” We got back downstairs, Kevin opened the bottles, we sat down on the couch, he then got up, pulled out the DVDs, found the porn I had looked at earlier and before I could say a word popped it in and started it up. He smiled, “You’ll love this! Oh wait, I never asked, sorry man, do you like guys even or girls or what?” Kevin was so open, calm, and relaxed about his sexuality and the fact that he did not act like the stereotype of a gay person that I had been raised with made it all the more disarming. I flushed a bit, looked away, then said, “I like guys I guess – I mean I like girls – but I like guys in that way – like that – but I’ve not had a lot of...” Kevin set his hand on my leg, squeezed it reassuringly, and said, “Really man? I guess I forget how lucky I have been. My mom and dad were supportive from the moment they knew when I was about 13. They knew before I did really, but they waited for me to catch up and when I did, they were there with love and support. Your parents don’t know?” I laughed nervously, “Fuck no! My mother would think I’ve been possessed by some evil creature and my father would then try to beat it out of me. No.” Kevin squeezed my thigh again, then surprised me as he leaned over, kissed my cheek, smiled and said, “Well then its good we met up right? No pressure here dude, but I have to admit I think you’re cute as fuck and going over the class notes was not the only reason I wanted to hang out.” Kevin then set his beer bottle on the coffee table, took mine out of my hand and set it on the table as well, leaned in and this time when he kissed me it was on the lips and I kissed him back. I leaned back on the couch as Kevin half laid on me, half on the couch, our hands exploring, our lips caressing. I paused and pushed at him a little, “What about your dad?” I asked. “He’s right upstairs!” Kevin chuckled, “Don’t worry. He’s cool. He won’t bother us. Anyways, he’s busy working.” A few more minutes of making out and I couldn’t take it anymore and finally reached down and grabbed Kevin’s hard bulge. He had been pressing it against my body and I ached to feel him and wanted to let him know. Kevin moaned, broke our kiss, stood up, pulled his shirt off, then did a slow-strip tease as he undid his pants, turned around, slowly pulled his shorts down, stepped out of clothes, then turned back so I could see him naked. Wow – fucking wow! That’s all I could think. His dick was rock hard, about 7 ½ inches long with a slight up curve on it. I sat up, leaned forward, and let him slide his hot dick in my mouth. I slowly worked my tongue around the head, up and down the shaft, then started to move my head back and forth trying to suck it like I had been taught by the one guy I had fucked around with back home. Kevin seemed to enjoy it and soon he held onto my shoulders, encouraging me to keep sucking, and I was lost in the feel of him in my mouth when suddenly he tensed and a river of cum started to flow from his dick. I gagged, tried to pull away, but Kevin held my head and said, “No, swallow, please, that feels so fucking good, please swallow it.” So I did, all the while realizing how much I loved the taste, and at the same time felt scared as I knew it was not a safe thing to do. Once Kevin was done, he leaned down, kissed me on the lips and ran his tongue into my mouth – “MMMM....luv the taste of a fresh load. Ever eat your own cum when you jerk off? I do all the time. I’m always so fucking horny and can cum several times a day, and eating it is just the best.” Kevin then plopped down on the couch and said, “OK, your turn,” with an evil glint in his eyes. I stood up, dropped my pants and clenched my jaw as Kevin swallowed my dick whole and began to work his tongue around. I shuddered, my thighs tensed, and I immediately blew my load his mouth and quickly started to apologize as Kevin sucked me dry, “I’m so sorry. That just felt so good, I couldn’t hold it at all, I’m...” Kevin looked up, ran his hand up my stomach, smiled and as he licked his lips said, “Chill man, it’s all good. I’ve got plenty more where mine came from and bet you do too?” I was not quite sure how to reply to that, but took the beer, sat back down, Kevin pulled my sneakers and pants off, and we leaned back on the couch watching the porn like nothing had happened – except our hard dicks twitching testified that we had been bad boys and probably would be some more. We barely finished another beer before we Kevin and I were a tangle of limbs on his bed, kissing, licking, fingering, squeezing, wrestling a bit to see who would be on top. Sex for me had always been a furtive, uptight, secretive thing and it was so fucking liberating to be with someone so free about it all and making it a joyous celebration! My balls felt like they were 3,000 feet underwater with how tight they were and the pressure to cum again was fucking intense as I tried to hold off. Kevin surprised me by jumping off his bed, getting flat on the floor, digging around a bit, then coming back up with a bottle of lotion held in his hand like the Olympic Torch. He squeezed some out onto two fingers, reached around, shoved his fingers in his own ass, sighed a little as he closed his eyes, pulled his fingers out, smiled at me and said, “You ready to fuck?” DAMN! While my mind tried to process that, my dick tried to pull away from my body to get to his hole. I was usually more of a bottom, but the thought of fucking Kevin right then was the only thing I wanted in the entire fucking world! I got off the bed, he got on his hands and knees, laid his chest forward, reached between his legs and started fingering his asshole. DAMN! I looked around for the condoms, and was starting to get onto the floor to look under the bed when Kevin turned, “Come on man, what’re you doing? My ass is PRIMED!” When I told him he replied, “Oh – forget that. I don’t have any. I’m on PREP.” I told Kevin, “I’m not sure what you mean,” and he smiled again, turned around and said, “It’s cool man. I take this pill everyday or whatever and I don’t have to worry about anything. I’m NEG and fuck raw all the time, shit totally works! I’ll set you up with my doctor, he’s cool as shit. You ready?” I eased into Kevin’s waiting ass and it felt better than I could have dreamed. His ass clamped down around my dick and literally stroked it. How’d he do that? I grabbed his hips and let Kevin push back and do the work as he was clearly more experienced than I was and once again I started to cum before I knew. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming in your ass!” I said in disbelief. Kevin banged back harder and when I tried to pull out he reached back, grabbed me and said, “No, I want every drop.” After the last drop was out Kevin pulled off my dick, jumped up with a big grin on his face and said, “OK, now your turn.” What? I couldn’t get fucked, I had just cum, but Kevin was already lubing up his dick and those eyes and that smile broke all resistance, so I assumed the position and about jumped out of my skin as Kevin pushed right in my ass and started pounding. “Please, wait, let me get used to it!” I pleaded. Kevin chuckled, “Naw, best way to take dick is to just TAKE IT!” I shifted my body and pushed back, pulled away as far as I could, shifted some more, and after a while, the pain and discomfort went away and all I felt was liquid gold. I don’t know how else to put it. It was just – well just fucking perfect and felt way fucking better than being fucked with a condom! Kevin was a man on mission and pounded me like a long distance runner – slow and steady with a sprint to the finish and then a SPLASH as he blew his cum inside my ass. OMG! That felt fucking amazing! I started to ease off when Kevin grabbed my hips and said, “Oh no man, I got another load for you, won’t take me long, not long at all – oh shit, oh fuck, here it is man – TAKE MY CUM!” My ass ate his cum up like it was manna from heaven, and after Kevin’s load was depleted, he slid out of my ass and once again our bodies became a tangle of limbs, tongues, hard dicks and now creamy holes. We made out for a while longer, then laying in each others’ arms we drifted off to sleep for a quick nap before waking up and starting all over again. I felt so comfortable with Kevin and was not all self conscious, or shy, or inhibited by what we were doing – surprised for sure – but it felt natural, right, and I knew I could get used to studying with him. I was on my hands and knees and Kevin was just about ready to fuck me again when his cell phone rang and by the ring tone he knew who it was, “Hang on,” he said, “That’s my dad.” As Kevin spoke with his dad I could tell something was up, and after he ended the call with a resigned, “Yes Sir,” I knew our fucking was done. “Dad said that the office called him, asked if I could come in. I’ve got this amazing internship with Lockheed Martin, thanks to my dad, and there’s some problem with the a new system we are working on and I have to go in for a while.” I got up and started to grab my clothes and shit when Kevin came, pulled me tight, gave me wet sloppy kiss and said, “Will you wait for me to get back? I’d really like you to stay.” I sort of didn’t have a choice as he was my ride and was actually glad he asked as I wanted to stay too, so I said, “Sure. I’ll just watch a movie or something if that’s ok?” Kevin laughed on his way in to the bathroom and called out, “Don’t watch the good ones without me!” I turned on the TV, started flipping through channels as I opened another beer and heard Kevin’s cell ring again. He came out of the bedroom, grabbed his keys and said, “My dad said there’s plenty of food upstairs in the fridge if you get hungry, so feel free to help yourself, have some more beer, whatever, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Two beers later and I was feeling buzzed and decided maybe I should grab something to eat. Kevin had been gone about an hour or so already, but he had not called yet, so I figured I might as well eat something. I nervously made my way upstairs to the main part of the house. The house was silent and dark, so I figured Mr. Durant had gone to bed early or out, so I quietly made my way to kitchen, opened the fridge door and was debating if I really wanted some food or another beer when I about jumped out of my skin as a voice behind me said, “Find what you need?” I turned around and about dropped the bowl of pasta I had grabbed as there was Mr. Durant, naked, with the biggest dick I had ever seen. “Umm…yeah...thanks.. I was just…Kevin….so I ….” Shit, I could barely breathe let alone speak as my eyes kept darting to his long, dark shaft, the foreskin hanging in a loose tip at the end and even soft, Mr. Durant was as big as Kevin – or me for that matter. Mr. Durant’s eyes narrowed, he stepped closer to me and I tried to back away but banged into the fridge door, he smiled, “So, you and Kevin getting along all right? If I know my son he probably gave you a couple loads didn’t he?” Fuck, I didn’t know what to say, I could never imagine talking to my dad about sex. My hands were shaking now as Mr. Durant calmly took the bowl of pasta, reached past me, set it back on the shelf in the fridge, his body pressing me against the open fridge door, which was not helping my nervousness at all. I started to slide to my left to get out of the way, but Mr. Durant’s arm snapped up, holding both the door and me in place as he casually reviewed the contents of the fridge. I could hear a clock ticking and realized I was holding my breath, too horny, scared, and confused to do anything else. Mr. Durant bent forward, shuffled a few things around on the shelves, stood back up, turned, and set a covered butter dish on the granite countertop of the big kitchen island. I was like a possum playing dead and did not move and stayed standing where I was against the open fridge door. Mr. Durant leaned past me again, this time pushing more of his weight against me as he grabbed the pasta bowl, a packet of what looked like meat from a butcher, and a wedge of cheese. He set these on the island, turned to me, smiled, and said, “Thank you, you may close the door now – on second thought, grab yourself a beer and open one for me too.” I could see where Kevin got his smile from now, straight from his father, as well as his lack of inhibitions, or self assuredness, or whatever the fuck it was. Mr. Durant flicked on a light over the island and another over the stove and then was opening the packet of meat, which I could see was some kind of sausage – the fancy kind you buy from butcher, and I set the opened beer bottle down just off to the side and took a long drink of mine. Mr. Durant then spoke, directing my attention to his culinary work, “Do you like sausage? See how this sausage meat is nice and dark, how it’s thicker here at the base, but only slightly as it tapers a little to the slight bend in the middle then gets thicker again at the end?” As he spoke my eyes instantly went to his dick, then back to him as I wondered which sausage he was speaking about? My eyes started to travel back to his dick, but afraid he would notice I forced myself with all my might to look back at his face as he dug three fingers into the cold stick of butter from the butter dish and began to rub them up and down the length of the sausage, stroking it as it lay on the counter. “It’s important to caress it in long strokes,” he said, “You need to work the flavor out, and to do that you have to have a little lubrication. Do you want to try?” I just shook my head, gulped some more beer and shockingly realized I had just downed a whole beer in nothing flat. I set the empty bottle on the counter and quickly grabbed another from the fridge as Mr. Durant continued preparing the food. Mr. Durant was speaking again, and this time when I looked up from staring at Kevin’s daddy’s dick, his eyes locked with mine, he smiled – fuck he knew! He stepped away from the stove, over to me, took the bottle out of my hand and set it out of reach on the island and was so close now his dick was just pressing against my navel area. I had to look up to see his face and his eyes now peering down at me. “It will take a while for the sausage to cook right, I got it at a low simmer, and when the flavor is ready to burst I’ll turn the heat full up until the juices pop.” I just nodded. Mr. Durant continued, “So, while that’s cooking, I think I could use a some bomb head and ass right about now and from the way you’ve been eyeing my sausage, I could think you could use something too.” I was still processing what he had just said - hsocked by his frankness - as his dick pushed against my body, stiffening, getting hard. I tried to take a step back, but Mr. Durant’s hands grabbed my shoulders and with a firm grip he began to push me down to make me kneel in front of him. “I can’t…I…Kevin should be back…and I…we…I don’t want…” Mr. Durant laughed as my knees hit the floor and his dick slid back and forth like pendulum on Big Ben across my face. “Shhh,” he ordered, “Kevin will not be back until the morning. The problem at Lockheed is bigger than he expects and I have made sure they will keep him busy until I tell them otherwise.” I looked up in confusion as Mr. Durant shifted his hips and his dick swung back and forth across my face again, this time striking me hard as it had stiffened and engorged and lengthened to a stunning degree. “The head can wait, you can nurse on it after,” Mr. Durant said. “Get back up and take your pants off.” I obeyed without question or pause – why was that? It just seemed right, natural, normal. When I did and stepped out of them, Mr. Durant bent down, picked them up, sniffed at the ass area, inhaled again, then smiled and let them drop. I was not wearing underwear so I knew he was smelling the remnants of his son’s loads up my ass. He then turned me, had me step the side so I was on the long mat that ran in front of the island, then he pushed my body forward against the cool granite of the island counter top, stepped behind me, and reached over to the right and pulled the opened butter dish towards him. I watched, knowing in my mind what he planned now as Mr. Durant used three fingers to scoop out a large glob of butter. A sharp intake of breath announced Mr. Durant’s fingers at my hole as he forced the cold glob of butter inside my ass. As he worked his middle finger into my ass he asked, “You’ve never taken a real big dick have you? I can tell. You’re so fucking tight, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of that, now stand still, let me warm this up for you.” Mr. Durant continued to finger my ass, shoving the butter further into me and churning it at the same time. Some of it began to run down my leg as it melted, but there was nothing I could do about that as my ass continued to get prepared. An arrow of fear pierced me as Mr. Durant leaned over, grabbed some more butter, and instead of sticking it in my ass he started to rub it along the his shaft, making his black skin shiny and the veins bulge as he slowly stroked his hand back and forth. I was truly scared now, there was no way I could take that dick! Mr. Durant grabbed the hand towel that was beside the butter dish, wiped his hand off, pushed me back down with his left hand then pressed it hard into my lower back to make me squat a little. Then holding the towel in his right hand, he adjusted the base of his dick and guided the head towards my waiting ass. A little more shifting of bodies and I could feel the thick head begin to push into my buttered up hole. I gasped, the muscles in my ass ring screamed in agony as Mr. Durant now tossed the towel onto the island and said, “I’ll go slow, I promise.” It sure didn’t feel that way as his dick pushed a little further and the scream now shifted from my ass to my throat – and caught – all that came out was a meek gurgle. “OH HELL YES – THAT PUSSY IS POPPED NOW,” Mr. Durant exclaimed as his dick head broke free of my ass ring and slid forward on its buttery trail. “I BET YOU NEVER IMAGINED THIS WAS THE FRESHMAN 10 YOU HAD TO WORRY ABOUT – POPPING YOU OPEN WITH MY 10 INCHES OF BLACK DICK, I WANT TO FEEL THAT AGAIN, FEEL THAT HOLE GO POP AROUND MY DICK – OH HELL YES!“ My head was resting on the back of my hand and I lifted it slightly as my ragged breath sounded like I was running a marathon. My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass.

* Disclaimer* This is my first attempt at writing, and is based on a true story. Porn has always been something special to me. When I was a young boy, just 8 or 9 years old, i would love to hang out in my club house with my stash of porn mags and just study the pictures. Even though these were straight mags I would study the poses and practice them secretly. I would love to feel the cool air on my asshole has I spread my young cheeks wide. I remember wishing was a girl just so I could become a porn star. At that time I didn't quite understand the longing I felt for the veiny cocks that were glistening nice and bare in the magazines. Fast forward a few years, the Internet was now common and my old porn mags from the clubhouse were a thing of the past. I discovered the wonderful world wide web full of any type of porn you could possibly imagine. I would watch grainy videos and slow loading pictures for hours, sometimes touching my young and growing cock, but usually I would just be fantasying about how much I would love to be able to do porn once I got a little bit older. I ould visit some of my favorite websites (by this time they were mostly gay sites) and click on the 'Become a model' link and fill out the information, telling myself that once I turned 18 I would finally click the 'Submit' button. Well, my eighteenth birthday came and went, and I found myself in a long term relationship with a girl I met in college. At this point in time I considered myself bi and that my girlfriend was holding back my true desires of cock. After all, almost every night after a date, and when we said 'goodbye' for the night, I would find myself spending a few hours searching my favorite gay sites. Around this time I discovered Treasure Island Media and began to discover the intriguing side of bareback gay sex. It always seemed unnatural to me that men would wear condoms while fucking each other. I would think to myself "Why the hell would you wear a condom, it's not like they can get knocked up." I would later discover I was wrong about that, but in a good way. As the college years continued, I knew I no longer wanted to be with the girl and our relationship ended. By this time I was 20, but still hadn't found the nerve to take my first cock, bare or wrapped. I decided that now was the time. I started searching hook-up sites and came across Manhunt.com. It seemed the right time, so I created a profile and threw on some hot pictures which I had had taken of myself. Naturally my profile received a lot of attention, and, as it turned-out, one guy, Chad, lived near by and as his profile attracted me, we chatted several times over the course of a few days. By this time I had convinced myself I was going to get Chad to take my cherry. After a night of a couple beers, I received a text from Chad, suggesting I come over to his house. Chad also mentioned a buddy of his would also be there, and that the guy was about my age. "Well," I said to myself, "Alright this is it, we're doing it." loaded up into my truck and headed to his apartment. I was so excited I could barely grip the steering wheel. Pulling into the apartment complex I located Chad's apartment. He had made it easy by telling me to look for the Colts flag hanging on the front door. Screwing-up my nerves, I knocked at the door, and Chad opened the door. He was wearing only a bathrobe, whereas I was wearing basketball shorts (which did nothing to hide my excitement. I couldn't believe I was about to do this! Chad immediately made me feel welcome, and asked me to follow him into the bedroom where Harry, Chad's buddy, was awaiting us. As we walked into the bedroom I was immediately presented with the vision of Harry, who was already naked, sporting an extremely large cock. Once I saw him the lust for cock took over and I said "Looks like I have some catching up to do," and instantly dropped my shorts exposing my seven inch cut cock which was at full mast. Chad dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. Finally a man had his mouth around my cock. No girl ever gave me pleasure like this. I knew I was hooked and there was no denying it. Harry walked over and I grabbed his semi-hard cock. I remember being very gratified of how good it felt to hold another guy's cock in my hand. After a few minutes I knew it was time for me to become a cock sucker, there was no going back now. Once a cock sucker always a cock sucker. I wrapped my mouth around Harry's large cock and tried mimicking what I've seen in gay porn since I was a young boy. He moaned and seemed to enjoy it. After a few minutes of that Chad mentioned that Harry should fuck me. I was so ready for my first cock. I owned a few large dildos and three inch wide butt plugs so I was confident I could take his cock. I hopped on the bed and presented my ass to Harry, doggy style. He lubed up my hole and I heard him snap a condom on to his cock. I remember somewhat wished he hadn't pulled-on a condom, but I had other matters on which to focus, including that I thought it odd Chad was letting Harry fuck my hole first since Chad had told me he wanted my cherry. Harry lined up his cock and teased my hole with the head before plunging his dick into my virgin hole and went balls deep. Harry's thrusts into my hole quickened as I got more comfortable. This is when I discovered I was a vocal bottom and began to start begging for him to pound my faggot hole and to make my hole gape for him. Turns out Harry was new to gay sex as well and within a few minutes he announced he was coming and buried his still covered cock into my hole. He pulled out and seemed a little different after coming. He came up with an accuse about having work early and left. I was a little dismayed he had bailed, but then Chad asked me if I was ready to lose my cherry. I said "What do you mean? Harry just took that from me." "No," said Chad "I mean your real cherry." I wasn't sure what he meant. He told me Harry didn't count because he used a condom and it just so happened to be his last condom. Chad explained to me that I hadn't really had a cock in me yet and I didn't fully experience what sex with a man should be. Without a second thought I propped my ass up on his bed again and presented my ass. This time we didn't need as much lube. Chad then asked "Are you ready to take a true cock and become one with a man?" I simply moaned and my cock became rock hard. Chad pushed his bare cock into my newly fucked hole and he let out a moan as did I. It felt completely different! Something rushed over me. It was hard to describe, but it felt so right. I swear could feel the veins of his cock as they passed my sphincter, deeper and deeper into my ass. As Chad fucked me, he told me repeatedly how good my guts felt wrapped around his bare cock, especially when he would fuck me deep for a few thrusts and pull all the way out exposing my gaping hole. "Wow, I've never seen a hole gape so easily" he remarked. As he pushed his cock back in my ass would release a nice gasp of air, showing Chad how willing I was to accept him. I felt Chad's uncovered cock start to stiffen and swell up in me. I knew he was about to cum. I asked Chad "Where are you going to blow your load? You're not wearing a condom." "It's already taken care of," Chad chuckled as he picked-up his pace, and his breath turned into a series of continuous grunts. Then Chad said the words that would change my life "Prepare to be bred by my bare cock, you fucking bareback slut." With that he then buried all six inches of his thick bare cock into my guts and emptied his load deep into my virgin gut. We remained connected to each other, his cock holding his cum in my used ass like the knot on a dog's cock. I loved knowing his cock was holding his cum in while my guts adsorbed his load and accepted it into my body. After a few minutes he withdrew from my ass and I felt my asshole. It was sopping wet, which lead Chad to comment "Well now you're truly a man whore. That is what man-on-man sex is suppose to be. Promise me you will always bareback from now on. Without hesitation, I nodded in agreement. As becomes a good bottom, I left Chad's apartment without cumming, hopped in my truck and drove home, Chad's load leaking out of my hole while en-route. The sensation of his cum oozing out of my ass was too enticing. I had to stick a finger in my hole and feel myself up a bit. So I did and had my first ever taste of cum, and I thought myself fortunate to have had it come straight from my ass. I knew I was a barebacker and would find myself only wanting to watch bareback gay porn. I discovered more and more websites that catered to my desires. One day I was on Treasure Island Media and was watching some of the trailer videos. I loved how hot the no limits bare sex was and I knew I needed to do that. While searching the website I saw the 'Models wanted' link. I knew it was for me to start thinking about taking the next step. Part two coming soon if wanted.

Two nights ago I met a big burly bear in his 40s on Scruff and we decided to meet for coffee and see if we hit it off. We met downtown and he was very sexy. Beautiful deep grey eyes, handsome face, full beard, brown curly hair receding a bit in the front. He was exactly what I want in a dominant top too - I'm a little guy at 5'7" and he's 6'2", and while he's chubby he has a really strong build. I wanted him in me the second I saw him. We decided to skip the coffee and walk back to his place. We got to his apartment and he was on me almost as soon as the door shut - kissing, nibbling at my lip, one hand holding the back of my head and the other groping my ass, running under my shirt to feel my chest fur. He somehow knew all the right buttons to push to get me turned on and horny. He pushed me down onto his bed and we rolled around kissing. He practically ripped my shirt off me and started licking and biting me all over. I've still got hickeys on my neck, back, chest and belly We undressed down to our underwear. He was wearing a pair of black briefs that could barely contain his rock hard 7" cock. A lot of guys describe cocks as rock hard but this was as close to the real deal as I've ever felt - he was somewhat thinner than average and cut really tight, so there was practically no give to the skin on his cock. I started stroking him and his cock felt like a warm fleshy dildo in my hand, it was so hard. He rolled me over and pushed me down on my stomach, and pulled down the back of my trunks so hard he ripped a hole in them. He buried his face in my ass and started tonguing my musky sweaty hole (I was clean but hadn't showered since the morning). All the while he growled over and over in his deep sexy voice "mm you are such a sweet sexy cub...I love your furry body....I Love your tight hairy hole..." Every word sent shivers all over my body. Finally he flipped me over again (I'm a husky boy so he is really strong to be able to do that!) and looked deep into my eyes, and asked "you want to get fucked tonight, don't you." I gasped out a yes. He flipped me over onto my stomach and spit on my hole. Before I could say a word he threw all his weight down on my body and pushed his cock all the way into me in one powerful thrust. My hole spasmed painfully and I yelped. He pulled out and without lifting his weight off of me growled into my ear "mmm you are so tight baby boy....I don't want to hurt you but let's get that hole ready and then I'm going to fuck you hard." He grabbed some lube and fingered my tight hole until it relaxed. My whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he worked my opening. Finally he grabbed my wrists and held me down as he thrust into me again. He pounded my ass relentlessly for the next half hour, only stopping to catch his breath or slightly change positions. Once he had me ride him, and I sank down onto his cock feeling it slide in deeper than it had been so far. But he wanted to be in control of my body completely, so he ended up back on top of me plowing me from behind, his husky furry body dripping with sweat. Finally his pace quickened and I felt his breathing get more ragged (his massive furry chest was pressed against my upper back so hard I could literally feel every breath and every beat of his heart as his entire body strained to plant his load in me). He moaned and said "this is it baby boy....I'm gonna fucking flood your guts with my cum....tell me you want it, beg for it." I pleaded with him - "mm yes please breed me! Cum inside that tight hairy hole, I want your load in my guts!" With that he let out a long moan almost like a howl and gave one final thrust, almost collapsing onto me. I couldn't feel his cock throbbing - he was a bit on the thinner side - but I felt the warm wet rush of cum deep in my hole as he unloaded. He rolled off me, glistening with sweat, and kissed me saying "that's my good boy." He gently rolled me over onto my back and said "cum for me baby boy....I wanna see the load you built up from me fucking your hole." I started stroking my 6" cock as he tugged, licked and bit my nipple. He slid his other hand down to my balls and cupped and tugged them gently. He then slid his middle finger into my sore fuckhole, massaging my prostate with his cum as lube. That sent me over the edge pretty quickly and I blew a huge two day load all over my stomach (I normally shoot far and hard but for some reason if anything at all is in my ass I just dribble). He scooped up my cum and worked it back into my hole, mixing it with his. Two days later and my hole is still sore. I held both our loads inside me as long as I could...fucking love knowing his sperm and mine are both swimming inside my guts. Definitely want to see him again.

wish it was the tip of my dick, Tiger LOL actually rather be on the tip of your dick. LOL

Had quite possibly one of my TOP 10, no make that 5 fucks ever this afternoon. I've been disappointed with the guys (flakes) on Grindr, Scruff, A4A and even BBRT so I did a CL posting late this morning. Right away I get a response for a Latino guy, 5'9" 145 or so lbs with a picture of his GORGEOUS 8" uncut fat cock. We made plans for early in the afternoon. I went to the gym, picked up new poppers and told him 2pm or so. well, WOOF is HOT as HELL and the cock feels even more promising thru his jeans. We make out, make our way to the BED. Both naked in no time when after more making out, he lays be ass up and eats my hole.. no makes LOVE to it for s good 15-20 mins... bringing his hard cock up to play at my hole intermittently. gently with only his spit from the royal rimming, he slides in slowly. well fast forward 2+hours and 2 loads. We fucked in most positions, him eating me then fucking more, when I needed more lube. After his first NUT, he ate his cum out and fed me. I fingered the second and sucked my fingers clean. DAMN this ones a keeper.. told me how beautiful my hole is and will be back for MORE.

I've had some big shooters. But I like the big throbbers more. The throbbing is the best part.

No brainer for me. Nekked as a jay bird. Want full body contact. Him having full access to my body and me his.

Then minutes and minutes and before you know it, you are so lost in lust and pleasure there's no going back. Fuuuuck. Ok. Officially boned right now.

Yesterday, I am in a nearby town/suburb, flicked on Grindr and there was a guy close by. Before I could send him a message he sent me one. 30, 6'1" 185 needed to "get drained". I figured a BJ and all is well. I always douche when I leave home and I'd only been gone a couple of hours so I figured I was still good to go if I got really lucky. Went to his apartment and I saw him standing in the second floor window, puled back the drapes and was stroking a big dick. BONUS! I went up and in and found him now sitting on the sofa, legs wide apart just waiting. I got down on the floor between his legs and sucked him like an expert. "Imma cum if you keep that shit up" he said. Hell I thought that was the point of it. "what would you like?" I asked him and he said he hadn't had any ass for a long time and could really get into a fuck. He said he didn't have condoms but "I'm clean man.. I mean, my wife is here with me, I am totally DDF" .. Fine, whatever I thought and grinned. I got up, undressed and bent over the sofa while he went for lube. He absolutely shocked me by burying his face in my ass - married men eat ass much? - then lubed me up and gently but forcefully slid all 7" up my chute on one smooth continuous motion. I just moaned, buried my face in the cushion and pushed my hole back on his cock. He boned me like a pro, holding on to the hips, swearing and grunting until he unloaded, but he kept on .. my favorite part is when I have an ass full of cum and they keep fucking and you can hear the squishing sloppy sounds coming out. Finally he pulled out and wiped off, wiped off my ass and gave it a squeeze. I understand his wife is on the afternoon/evening shirt so I will be able to go back for more. Fucking loving Grindr right now.

The last load I took was from a guy that I initially met maybe 4 or 5 years ago but still had his phone number. We only fucked once but I remembered he had a nice dick. We have been texting back and forth trying to set something up but neither of us could host and options weren't really there...eventually we decide to fuck in his back yard while his roommates are asleep. We meet up at a park nearby so I can ride with him and leave my car. He tries to make some small talk and gets two sentences out before I'm reaching over and stroking his thick cock before wrapping my mouth around it and sucking it like a lolipop. While I've got my cock in his mouth he's reaching down my shorts and rubbing my hole and driving. He had such a nice thick dick, good mouthful but managable and I could swirl my tongue around his head. We get to his house and park in the driveway. He has a big yard and a wooden fence...its dark, and he has a sheet set up with lube ready for me to spread my cheeks doggy style. I'm wearing a tshirt, mesh shorts, and a jock, but he tells me i can take off my shorts and shoes and get on the sheet. I fall to my knees and start working his cock in my mouth and feel it grow thicker and harder in my mouth. He's moaning and loving how good of a slut I am for him...for his big thick cock. I'm slowly sucking his dick and savoring the fullness in my mouth before he motions for me to turn around and present my hole. He gets down on his knees too and starts rubbing his rock hard cock against my hole and squeezing lube on his dick and my hole. It drives me wild feeling his dick rubbing my hole like this...like my hole has pussy lips. He starts to work his thick dick in me...but its too big and I squeeze it out a few times...I have to ask him to slow down because he wants to shove it in my hole. After a couple squeezes and shuffling around his cock is all the way in my hole and he's pumping me doggy style. I'm moaning and sometimes push him out of me and he asks if i'm alright...he's working my hole pretty aggressively but I'm loving it. There's the constant murmur of cars passing on the road outside his house as I'm getting pumped by this guys 7.5 thick cock, and he's working my hole like a it was a pussy. He has to pull out a few times to keep from cumming....which turns me on immensely, knowing my hole is making a big dick like his wanna shoot. he tells me to get on my back and lift my legs up so he can shove his dick in me. he's got my legs up and is pinning me down with his arms on mine...the entire time sliding his dick in and out of my hole to the point i start pumping against him and am milking his cock with my ass. he's loving it and i'm relishing in being such a good slut for him. He's getting close and is near my face leaning into me, telling me what a hot little hole I have and asking if if love big dick...i want him to cum in me so bad but he pulls out and shoots all over my hole...but he can't resist sliding his cock back in me and working all his cum into hole. when he pulls out some cum slides out too...and he wipes up my hole after he wipes off his dick. i'm mostly trying to catch my breath while we get dressed and he thanks me for letting him fuck my hole like that. I tell him thank you too. It all happened so fast I didn't get to chill and enjoy his dick but there was a rush in fucking outside like that. He drops me off at my car and tells me I need to take his dick whenever I'm in town. I wholeheartedly agree and tell him i get off on making his big dick unload, i think he likes that

If I get his cock all his cum n piss thats the only thophy I need (_0_)

I completely agree, fskn. A profile littered with "don't"s is a real turn off.

Your body is great just the way it is. Embrace it! My weight has fluctuated over the years, I no longer shave my body hair, and I can say objectively that none of this has made any difference in terms of how many guys I fuck, or how pleasurable each fuck is. It's funny, because when I was younger, I always preferred older men (except my ex-husband, obviously a mistake), and these days I seem to meet guys around age 25. As for posting a successful ad, the only rules are to show and describe yourself accurately, and to ask for what you actually want. If you're shy about showing your whole body right away, use an ass shot (BBRTS), underwear shot (allowed on most apps) or a face shot as a public pic, and then unlock or send more pics after a guy has expressed tentative interest. Just be sure that your verbal description and stats are honest. You're hairy, so say so! As for saying what you want, if you want a 20-year-old Poz muscle twink to impregnate you, say so. He is out there! If you want a slow, passionate breeding by a gentleman, say so. He has his fireplace going and is just waiting for you! If you want to be pushed up against the wall of a deserted warehouse, choked, and forced to take an anonymous load, say so. Your sadistic top is stroking his dick and dripping precum as we speak. I used to (except on BBRTS) avoid saying that I fuck bare. Now that I say so openly (or use strong innuendo, in apps that censor bareback references), I am contacted by lots of other bareback pigs in my neighborhood, as well as good boys who are curious about the dark side. One thing to avoid is negative statements in your profile. See if you can achieve the same result affirmatively, or just by screening. There is no need to put "no Asians", "Latinos to the front of the [proverbial] line", "Don't woof at me [on Growlr, an app. you should try]", "Don't say 'Sup?", or "Don't send nudes or cock pics". The psychological effect is like walking into a restaurant and seeing "Restroom for customers only" or "No checks accepted" on the door, instead of a welcome message or a glowing review reprint. If very specific criteria really matter, you can always respond "No thanks" after the fact. Expect some rejections, and just move on to the next profile. The more people you contact, the more compatible ones you will find.

Once home that evening, I was content about having been fucked and bred. I was sore but mostly happy. I still had nagging concerns about having specified that I wanted as many positive tops as possible and, the fact that the host refused completely to tell me anything about the tops. "You told me what you wanted, I delivered what I could. Let's leave it at that." He didn't seem too happy about the conversation. It seemed to me that he was still working over a problem with having to deal with positive tops and bottoms that didn't want to be pozzed. He told me privately after my gangbang that he had been forced to reconsider a previous frame of mind. He admitted that he hadn't considered the idea of bottoms seeking positive tops specifically for the purpose of being infected. He had made his quiet fame by being able to arrange gang fucks for cum-dumps and hadn't considered status previously. On the way home, cum leaking from my blissfully abused hole. I was afraid to fart since the seats in my car were cloth. I kept a happy feeling for the first few days, remembering that the host had told me that I would be a future participant in further parties. I was momentarily beside myself, considering the thought that I might not be invited back. I opened a beer, sat down at my desk and started thinking. Paul had fuelled my fantasies of being fucked by more than one guy. He had introduced me to the guy I now mentally called our host. My multiple partner/gang fuck fantasies had been happening since then. It still bothered me about the way Paul had responded. Then I wondered what I had said or done other than those parties. The second beer opened my thoughts to Paul being concerned about the HIV presence in the parties. I had pretty graphically described my thoughts of having possibly being fucked by positive tops during a couple of the parties and, in that one, readily accepting the fact and, perhaps in his mind, my cheering it on. I knew I had participated when I was convinced I was already positive. I still don't know if I had taken a "hot load" as I had learned it was phrased or not. What puzzled me at this point other than Paul's responses, was my specifying to the host that I wanted as many positive tops as possible in the party where I was the sole cum-dump. While I had enjoyed every moment of it as it happened, in retrospect, I wondered why I had acted that way. Did I actually want to become HIV positive? Or had I rebelled subconsciously against something Paul had said. I finally told myself that it really didn't matter at this point, since everything was a done deal. If I was infected, I was positive. I had insisted on as many positive tops as he could arrange and had readily taken them. I grinned for a moment at that thought and knew that I would do it again. I still hadn't heard from Paul which was concerning me less and less when I got a text from the host about an impromptu party and asked me to call him. Since I was at work, I had to find a place where I wouldn't be overheard. Shortly I was on the phone with him and asking what was up. It seemed that, strangely to him, he had received requests from several bottoms about finding positive tops to add to the breeding parties. He told me that he had decided to branch off and work those parties separately and asked me if I was still interested. Date and time was my next question. He told me he would text me that information. I was strapped to the fucking bench and felt the popper vial against my nose as I waited for the host to announce the top's entrance. I had already been in the bottom room and watched two potential bottoms leave when they learned that both of the tops tonight were indeed fully HIV positive and, potentially, multi-orgasmic. My main concern was that there were four of us bottoms which lowered the possibility of being bred unless they were REALLY multi-orgasmic. It caught me off guard when, in the breeding room, we were told that we would all be gagged which was shortly followed by my feeling something against my mouth which I later learned was a penis gag. Under other circumstances I might have enjoyed it, I wasn't happy. "Bottoms," He began, "I'm sorry that I was only able to arrange two positive tops for you since that's what you specified you wanted. Circumstances being what they are, I can't guarantee that all of you will take an infected load of cum tonight. The best I've been able to come up with was to redo the 'musical asses' idea, so, for tonight, we're going to have the tops start inside one of you and fuck you until I stop the music. Once I stop, then they move to the next bottom they fancy. This time, they don't have to go in any specific order. They can move to the next bottom, just not the same one. This will continue until we get a breeding. Then we'll let the other top continue as he pleases, bottom to bottom until the other top tells us if he's ready to rejoin. I was one of the two bottoms that got to start. His cock went inside me and I was overjoyed to be their first choice. I hoped beyond hope for a premature ejaculator, but didn't expect it. I was right. Once the music stopped, he slowly pulled out, leaving me disappointed. It took three more 'musical asses' interludes before I felt a cock against my anus again. Apparently I wasn't top hole tonight. This cock was about average compared to the first one. He slid in easily and met my ass. Hope! Hope! Hope! I wanted cum. The music started then he did. I was enjoying his thrusting. I had just been empty for too long I felt. I heard him breathing deeply and felt his rhythm falter just a bit. I was hoping! The music stopped and so did he. He was buried deep inside me and I was working my anal muscles trying to milk the load out of him. He pulled out. Three more cycles of the music before I felt a cock entering my hole. I snapped for the poppers and tried to work my anal muscles again on his cock before the music restarted. The music started and so did he. This top was aware of the size of his cock and worked slowly and deep. I was beside myself when he hit my second ring. He was clearly not the other top. I was hoping but expecting for him to be my breeder. He kept stroking me in his slow and steady rhythm and I felt so relaxed to it that I almost forgot that he only had that minute or so inside me. The music continued as did his stroking. I was so relaxed that I barely noticed a warm feeling inside my ass. My eyes went wide, hoping, but couldn't cry out or ask. The music stopped and he held himself inside me until the host ordered a change bottoms. The rest of the evening was similar. A cock stroking but, no clear declaration of cumming. Most of the time I ended up listening to music without a cock inside me which frustrated me to no end. Finally, the host announced that the evening was over which turned my mood sour. I thought I had been bred once but wasn't sure. But I had gotten what I had asked for that evening. I had been fucked. Hmmmmm.

Yeah i love fucking chicks without a condom, all the girls i sleep with dont want kids/hate them so it works out, a few times they have gotten knocked up we simply party for the weekend. And she drinks lots of coffee, so far i have no kids so it works. Only been with one guy(many times) he would cum inside and i never asked him to pull out(because he was clean and i cant get knocked up so i did not see the point)

I'd become addicted to meeting married guys. Even though I knew it was morally wrong, my dick didn't care. Neither did my asshole. Whenever I would chat with a guy who was "discrete" I would inevitably ask them if they were married. I think my brain hoped that they weren't, so that I could hook up guilt-free. But my ass would hope that they were married, so I could get fucked by a married man. There was something so hot about a guy, married to a woman, with children of his own, raising a family. A man so confident in his ability to manipulate those around him, to fuck a fag like me. After my first couple hook ups with married men, I desired to be their piece on the side. They can take it or leave it, but my ass was open to them. I met up with a construction worker, who was currently staying at his friend's place while working a job. His wife and kids were back home miles away, and I released myself to him with abandon. We kissed furiously within the first seconds of greeting each other. I couldn't get enough of his buff physique, hairy in some places and smooth in others, with skin bright red from working in the sun shirtless. After some hot foreplay, he made a move to fuck me. I asked if he had any condoms, and he said he wanted to fuck me raw. I appreciated a man who stated what he wanted. No bullshitting or lying like, "oh I forgot to buy condoms sorry!" He wanted to ride me bareback and made it known. I weakly protested, but he only smirked as he playfully wrestled me down. I tried pushing back against him, to see how far he would go. He wrangled me face down, ass up, his thick hand holding my neck. Using only a couple globs of spit, he sank his girth into me, and I squealed into the sheets. At last, I felt like was home again. Being filled by a man, a real man. A man who's dick has probably fucked many men and woman, including his wife. The same dick that has brought children into the world. In a weird way I wished his seed would make me pregnant, marking me as his property. I loved getting dominated like that. His hand held my neck down, choking me as he brutally fucked and seeded my ass. After he came, I massaged his cock with my ass, milking it for all I could get. We met up frequently before he finished his job and went back home. I knew it would eventually end, and that was all part of the allure to me. Am I fucked up?

Uncle Jim Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door. He drove his car over to Alex's house, knocked on the door. Uncle Jim answered the door seeing Nick standing there with what looked like his life's belongings. Alex was smoking a joint to help himself settle down from the partying they had dune for two days. Nick wanted stone of what Alex was smoking as they passed the joint around Tim they were stoned enough for bed. Alex invited Nick to share his bed with him as the two drifted off to sleep. While the two teens slept Uncle Jim got on his laptop. He sent an email to his party pals letting them know that he now has two HIV poz sons. They all knew he wanted to give his nephew his DNA, but they didn't know about his nephew's friend. His friend were hard core partiers that couldn't wait to meet the newbies. They ranged in age from 22 to 50 and they were ask I decent shape. What really got Uncle Jim's cock twitching was that the 22 year old had an 18 year-old brother who wanted to join in on the fun. What the 18 year-old didn't knew was the actual type of party he wanted to attend and that he (along with Alex and Nick) were to be the 'guest(s) of honor'. Uncle Jim knew he wouldn't have to convince Alex and Nick to participate, the trick was getting the very straight 18 year-old slammed up, fucked and pozzed just like his older brother. When the boys woke up Uncle Jim informed them of the party that would be held at a friend's house. When Uncle Jim told them about their friend's straight younger brother and the plan to drug him and fuck him full of cum, poz cum. That's when Nick realized that he was probably pozzed the other night. Alex rubbed Nick's back, kissed him on his cheek and placed a hand on his crotch. This brought a slight simulation to Nick's cock which began to get hard. As Alex began to suck Nick's cock. He wanted hard enough to ride as they talked about what both of then had gone through the past couple weeks and how they could pass their bug on to unsuspecting guys. Nick plowed Alex's hole filling it with what was probably still neg jizz that they knew would be poz in due time. The poz talk as they fucked turned both boys on while Uncle Jim watched knowing he had created a couple of prime gifters. I the few days before the party Uncle Jim came up with a plan, he figured he could have Alex and Nick play dumb and innocent like the straight boy. The straight boy's older brother was going to drug him and he figured his two boys could play along and once all three of them were in slings and the newbie was waking up they'd get slammed up (again since Uncle Jim wanted Alex and Nick really fucked up without their knowledge). When Friday night came the three of them arrived at their friend's place for the party. The only people visibly there was three host, the older brother, Ray, and his younger brother, Fred. Alex and Nick played it up with Fred (or Freddie as he liked to be called). Freddie's brother got him to the party by telling him that there were going to be some 'easy pussy' at the party to fuck, what he didn't tell him is that he was one of the 'easy pussies' for fucking. Alex and Nick played along telling Freddie they couldn't wait to score. When Freddie began to get 'woozy' the boys played along. When he was out the two were told to carry them down to the basement where most of the guests were waiting. After they stripped Freddie and placed him in one of the slings they quickly stripped and climbed into the other two slings. As they laid there and had their arms and legs restrained do that they couldn't get out even if they wanted to climb out. This would match what was being done with Freddie that way he'd think that all three of them were set up with Alex and Nick loving the attention and (hopefully) cumming Freddie down, although ate his slam he'd have no will to fight. Uncle Jim knew it would be a good half hour (or longer) before Freddie would be awake to be slam. He pulled out a couple decent size slams to get the boys started. Alex and Nick were eager to get going as tourniquets were fixed on both boys arms, their arms swabbed with alcohol, followed by the point. Both boys coughed out as the drug took control. The friend began to take turns teasing the boys as they each begged to be fucked as they waited for Freddie to come around. As he stated to stir the attention Alex and Nick were getting stopped as they prepared Freddie for the first slam of his 18 year-old life, as well as preparing Alex and Nick for their next set of (stronger) slams. Uncle Jim reminded the boys to be a little vocal of their objections or they'd get slammed and left in the slings without any attention. Alex and Nick thought they were getting weak slams as they fixed the tourniquets, swabbed each arm as Freddie was asking his brother 'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RAY, LET ME OUT IF THIS THING!' Alex and Nick gave their own protests as they all were getting points stuck in a vein. The slams were administered, Freddie was specially fixed by his brother who made sure to mix in an ample amount of his poz blood and as the tourniquets were removed all three coughed out hard. Alex and Nick were (pleasantly) surprised when they were totally fucked up (and then fucked). After Freddie caught his breath he began to moan and was heard saying 'OH FUCK'. Uncle Jim leaned close to Alex and asked how he liked his second slam of the night? Alex could barely make out what he was being asked as there was a ringing I his ears and wasn't sure who was asking since he couldn't focus his eyes. He just simply replied to keep them coming. When Nick was asked the same question from Uncle Jim he simply mumbled, 'Fuck yeah.' Over the night the the boys were fucked (and seeded) by each guy at the party. Ray was the first one who fucked his younger brother. It was apparent by the moans escaping from Freddie's mouth that he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. It was self evident by Uncle Jim that Freddie needed to be taught how to suck some cock as he stroked up to Freddie's head and rubbed the tip of his cock over Freddie's lips. His older brother Ray whispered in his ear to open his mouth and suck the cock he was drooling over. As the sun came up the three teens needed a break and to stretch their legs. All three were helped out of the slings and into a refreshing shower. After a specialized protein/carbohydrate drink to refresh and energize them they were taken bake to the basement where the slings were replaced with mattresses and each was given another slam.

Moderator's Note: I appreciate you connecting the two parts with a link, but please just post the chapters in one thread. ______________ I start to tremble as I hear master talk to this anonymous man. "You have fun with the boi, dave" master said "yah the bitch was a good fuck, a bit too lipy at times and actually tried to resist my cock going in his hole at first. I got it in him though with a good scolding and some force" dave responded "good. but the boi will have to be punished for trying to resist you tho" my heart sank even lower as I tried to decipher where master was in the room thru my blindfold and beg with him that I was sorry but all I got out was "master I'm so...." Then my head was shoved abruptly into the mattress by dave where my muffled apologies went un noticed. "see told you he's a cheeky little slut" dave said forcedly Then I heard master walking over to me, the creeks in the wood floor sending shivers down my spin till the foot steps stopped in front of me and then I felt his hot breath in my ear "we are all going to fuck your holes till you are nothing but a cum dumpster.... then start fucking you all over again" As I heard these words being whispered into my ears I could also hear the sound of foot steps along with dark sinister chuckling piercing the darkness "I searched far and wide and only got the biggest fattest cocks to go inside your tight little holes. They are here to use you how every they like. I how ever tell them there are only three rules.... no lube, no condoms..... and no pulling out." I started to weep thru my blindfold as I heard a multitude of men come striding into the room. all with very heavy footsteps. Dave began to laugh above me and greet the people coming in. I tried to count the voices of all the men but was having a hard time cause I was starting to lose air as my face was buried in the mattress. I heard comments from several people saying: "nice ass" "damn I cant wait to fuck that thing" "hope his mouth as good as his ass looks" "so who's going first" after a few more comments I got light headed and started to slip into unconsciousness but was pulled suddenly from it when dave let go and lifted my head up sharply and declaring: "don't want you unconscious for the fucking" followed by group sadistic laughter. from what little I could tell there must have been at least 8 men in the room, and I mean men. they all sounded over 40 and big. "so how do wanna start this" dave asked the room master answered with "put him on the breeding bench" that seemed to appease everyone cause all I could hear were remarks of glee and guttural satisfaction. I tried to plead again but was roughly picked up after I felt some men untie my legs from the bed. I was dragged over on the floor for quite a distance. Dave thru me on a hard, cold metal device. I got goosebumps as my hairless chest pressed against the cold metal. I tried struggling but more men came over to maneuver me into position on the device. I felt my legs and knees being pulled down onto some knee holders where they were promptly fastened into place with some what felt like leather straps. the leather felt much better on my skin than the metal did. I could feel my ass hanging off the edge of the bench device with my knees locking me a tight doggy position. After some adjusting I felt my legs being spread apart and my ass being trust back making me feel very exposed and vulnerable. but that was far from the most freighting part of being made to be on display and forced into a very compromising position. for then I felt something being wrapped around my neck holding me in place with my jaw resting on an angled pad keeping my head straight forward. my mind raced on how I was going to make thru this alive. What if someone took this too far and I chocked on a cock and my rapist didn't even notice me squirming. there was literally nothing I could do to stop the upcoming raping. only thing left to do was scream "NO PLEASE DONT DO TH...." that was all I could get up before someone shoved the ball back in my mouth and my words turned into groans and moans. a man chuckled "Jesus this bitch is a mouthy little cunt isn't he" resounding laughter from all my assailants squashed the last remaining hope that this was not going to be a long painful night for me I let the despair wash over me as my blindfold became soaked from the tears. Feeling hands start to grope and man handle every part of my body I just gave up and let them do what ever sick thing they had in store for me this night "I call his ass" a man spoke up followed by another man shouting: "I call his pretty little whore mouth" both of them deep domineering voices that boomed in what seemed like a pretty large room. Then came some arguing from some of the voices but I didn't really care, I figured they all are going to have there turns so why does it matter to me really. "your too big to go first you will rip him in half and make it too loose for the rest of us" one man commented followed by sounds of agreement from the room and a huff from the man wanting to go first. The man came back with a retort of "so what if I loosen him up, you all can just go in him two at time after I'm done with him" Further arguing surrounded the room while my mind reeled at the fact that I was going to reamed by all these cocks two at time now "no, just let.... " a long pause filled the room as I heard master contemplate "let Jack go first. after all he is the smallest, want to make sure he enjoys it while its still reasonably tight" I then heard from what I could only assume was Shane: "well I wouldn't call my self small, I'm over 8 inches and just about as thick as you.... but never the less if it lets me go first then I am all for that" I heard some shuffling behind me and could only contemplate for a second on what was going to happen to me before I felt some warm hands grope my ass checks and spread them apart. feeling the cool air blow onto my gaping hole I knew now that my first rapist before really did a number on my hole because it was still gaping and trickling cum down my covered scrotum "damn dave you really opened this kid up, hes still leaking. good thing cause I, like everyone else here, hate lube. And it looks like you already opened him up for me to go straight into fucking. I love going balls deep fucking after the fist pump" with that he gave my ass a nice big slap with his cock on my wet puckered hole At that point I was almost grateful that I was opened up and the previous rapist had dumped a big load into me my gratitude subsided when I heard the booming voice of the giant cocked man speak "well since I cant have his ass ill get his mouth" I heard some booming footsteps coming to the front of my body then I felt the heat of his groin and smell of his cock in front of me. I was grabbed my hair and was cock slapped in the face by a VERY large cock. at this point it wasn't even hard and it felt like I was getting hit in the face by a big soft meaty log. I heard everyone in the room laugh at his display on dominance. I felt large hands unfasten the gag ring in my mouth and it fall to the floor with a lifeless clatter. Then I heard him say "open up wide kid and if I feel any teeth on my cock I swear to god you will regret it becuase I will pull out your teeth so you can be a permanent cock sucker" heading the words from the man that from his voice I knew he was very serious. I slowly parted my lips. The domineering man still pulling my hair and head up to meet his groin he suddenly stopped his cock millimeters from my lips. "I am gonna wait till he shoves his cock into you first just to be safe" with that I had almost forgotten the man behind me till he shoved his cock fully inside me all in one go. I let out a brutal scream as I felt the massive flesh dive deep inside me mercilessly. I felt his stomach and balls slap against me simultaneously along with a long pleasurable groan from the man behind me. He pushed down on me feeling his very weighty gut on the small of my back followed by him placing his large hands on my shoulders. From there he began to ream my ass with his whole cock going in and out, giving no care for me getting used to the massive girth invading my insides. All I could hear was cheering and the pleasurable moans from the man fucking me as his pendulous balls slapped against my own. Mine feeling very small in comparison. "damn jack this ass feels amazing. I can feel him trying to close his walls around my cock." he said with a soft chuckle "kid you can close that ass all you want, you already gaping and there's no stopping me from getting inside you now, your just making this feel better for me. Ok Shane tell me how that mouth feels" "my pleasure" the voice above me retorted darkly with that he pressed the head of his dick to my lips. the head alone felt like it was not going to fit. I then proceeded to open my mouth out as far as I could and stick my tongue out to begin licking the head and shaft. I began to lick the head wondering how the hell I was going to take this thing into my mouth, but I am sure Shane was going to find a way..... and boy was I right. After just a few licks Shane became impatient. he saw me starting to purse my lips around the head to start licking it when he pulled hard on my hair and shoved his cock deep as he could "bitch start sucking. If you are good I will reward your sore aching throat with my hot seed. Either way I am cumming deep down your throat with my balls under your chin and nose against my pubes whether you want me to or not" He began to push hard into my throat. My eyes starting to water uncontrollably and start to gag and try to puke. He just keep tunneling down my throat like the man behind me was tunneling deep into my hole. both mercilessly pushing there cocks as deep as they could into my holes. my throat felt like someone was shoving a wiffle bat down it. I gagged and choked for air as I was caught off guard by the sudden intrusion into my mouth "mmmm your mouth feels great around my cock, dont you agree cock slut?" I could barely hear what the man was saying I was trying to keep my self from puking and choking, desperate for some air. My desperation turned to rage when I was suddenly smacked in the face by the giant cocked man. "DONT YOU AGREE BOI" I contemplating biting off his dick but then thought, even if I could and its very unlikely due to the fact I could barely move my jaw it was open so big, I didn't cause I remembered his stern warning about any teeth on his cock. I slowly bobbed my head up and down as much as I could in the neck restraint and groaned into the cock as a sign of submission "good. I'll let you breath then. but only for a second so make a count. you made it half way down. next time I m going all the way in so really open up that throat." with that he slowly pulled his cock out of my gagging mouth. Desperately I breathed in as deeply as I could. feeling strands of salvia cling to my chin and mouth hanging between the meaty cock hovering inches from my mouth But unfortunately for me this is when the man invading my ass decided to really go to town and put all his weight on my back and let out some deep grunts as he began to dig really deep into my hole "fuck this kids hole is hot and wet. I don't know how much longer I will last" I could barely focus on my ass burning right now cause my lungs burned for air more. my horror was more realized by the cock beginning to press against my open lips gasping for air "here we go kid hope you got a deep breath" I felt the head split past my lips and widen my jaw as it began its descent into my throat. having air replaced with cock sent me into a scream of panic as I began to wiggle and writhe, but the monstrous body on top of me now and the monstrous cock in my throat made it completely useless. the mans groans of pleasure masking my groans for help. I thought this may be the end. I could feel the saliva hanging from my chin as it made contact with the mans giant balls "damn kid most people pass out before I get that far" that really got the room laughing the laughter though seemed far away as I felt my self starting to slip unconscious. I felt his plum sized balls get under my chin coating it with excess spit and drool running past my lips and the giant shaft lodged in my mouth. I began to loosen up on the grip in my ass and in my mouth which let them both now I was passing out. "shit I guess I spoke to soon" the man laughed seconds from passing out the cock in my mouth withdrew its self slowly and steadily to the sound of gagging and gasping for air but mostly just sucking in the excesses drool that collected around the cock from in my throat. "I told you to get a good breath" he stated coldly just as he was finishing that sentence I felt the man behind me start to climax. He started to get closer to my body letting his hips do all the work as he pounded deep into my ass grunting into my ear and yelling "fuck fuck fuck im gonna..... CUM!" It felt a hot wave inside me much like the previous load but with less varicosity and volume. All I could hear was the heavy man panting in my ear as he continued dumping his load. Finally his cock got soft and it slurped out of my wet hole leaving a dribble of cum going down my taint "damn kid you got a nice hole on you, thanks for being a hot cock sleeve for me" the man dismounted off of me and collected himself beside me. I heard my masters voice say "what do your say to the nice man that just breed you boi" I reluctantly stated "thank you sir" "ok good, now you wont mind helping him clean his cock will you" "no master" I then heard the heavy man thundering towards my head. I felt my head being lifted and smelling a very pungent crotch near my face. He slapped his cock on my face a couple of times leaving residue of cum and ass juices. Then he stuck his half hard wet cock in my mouth. "thats it boi, suck it clean so I can fuck you again later" I could taste the horrid musk of his groin on his cock along with his and Dave's cum. I felt like vomiting from my nose being shoved into his pubic hair. I wanted to resist but thought what was the point, might as well save a smack to the face and just suck it clean. So I just slowly suckled on his cock till I didn't taste cum any longer "there we go all clean, so whose next in his ass" I heard a few people scrabbling to there feet to jockey for position in my ass while I heard Shane push the cleaned cocked man out of the way and say "I'm still not done with his throat" Before I could get rest from the brutal face and ass fucking he shoved his cock once again into my mouth and throat. Still very hard he flung it down my throat like a battering ram. This time only stopping till his pubes were up my nose. I gagged and groaned around the cock but that only turned him on more. He was soon just holding my head like a basketball and fully going in and out of my throat like he was fucking a pussy. "damn kid you sure can take a dick down that throat" I just turned red in rage and embarrassment. He was treating my throat like a flesh light and he seemed not to care when or if I was breathing or gagging. He just kept driving his cock in and out of my throat and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Before I knew it I felt another hard cock slapping at my very wet hole then the huge cock being shoved balls deep into me with a care at all for immense pain. Even with all the previous cocks opening me up it still felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up me every time. Another hairy gut slapped onto the small of my back and hands on my shoulders as yet another anonymous man shoved his big bare meat deep inside me. Using my insides as a means to get off into, that's it. "damn this little slut butt does feel amazing. I can feel both of you guys cum in him. I can feel it sloshing around my cock. feels great" Indeed I could also feel the cum sloshing around inside me as it was plunging out my insides, pushing some of deeper inside into me and some of it was splashing around his cock as it slammed in and out of me. At this point I had no idea who this guy was nor did I care. I just wanted his cum in me and to get off of me. Being filled from both ends was really warring me down, I just let my body go limp and let these men use me as they wanted, which they did. Every one in the room could see me start to give up and just let it happen "giving up so soon little boi" I heard come from the room followed by laughter "But we have barely started, you still have a lot more cocks that need to cum in you" I didn't care, I just wanted this over with, my cock however ached for release from all the prostate massaging. While transfixed on when I will be able to cum I felt the cock in my mouth start to change tempo and start going faster and his breathing get heavy. Finally he's going to cum I thought. I felt his grip get rough on my head and he shoved my head deep into his belly fat and my nose stuffed deep into his pubic hair. I felt his balls on my chin go up and then I felt the hot splash down my throat and the deep moan come from his belly. It felt like I was drinking a thick hot milkshake. I gagged around the volume of cum and the fact that he was balls deep in my throat once again I couldn't breath. Jet after jet of cum hit my stomach as I squirmed for air, pinned, I panicked I start to cough and groan around his cock but both men inside me where lost in bliss filing my holes. I felt one last blast of cum and the hard cock began to soften. He slowly pulled out in time for me to breathe and not pass out, coughing up cum as the cock slowly wormed its way of my throat. with a sigh of relief from Shane he slipped his cock from my mouth with a wet slurp and cum and drool trail from his cock to my mouth "well kid there's your meal for the night" that really got the room laughing He slapped his cock on my cheeks a few times then brought the semi hard cock back into my mouth with a simple command said: "clean it bitch" I suckle on his cock as the man behind me is still berated my poor little sore hole begging for him to cum soon also I thought to myself..... This is going to be a long night.... TO BE CONTINUED

I was on my lunch hour. Saw this tall skinny muscle guy walking down street, T-shirt slung over one shoulder. (It was 95 degrees.) I must've been staring cause he waved. I realized he was a hustler. Goofy grin, missing teeth confirmed he was jacked up on something - meth, crack, who knows. I circled block, slowed down ... made sure he saw me make right turn off busy street on to quiet, leafy street. Waited. He approached passenger door. I rolled down window, unlocked door. "Get in," I said, grinning. When he got in, he saw I was playing w/myself. "Looking to make some money?" I asked. "What you get into?" he said. "I'll pay to suck your cock," I said, adding. "Twenty bucks. More if you face fuck me hard, cum on my face." He laughed, said, "Damn, is this a great country or what?" Took him back to my house. (Housemate was at work.) Afraid to take a crackhead in my house, I parked in my garage, gestured for him to get out. In my suit & tie from work, I squatted, started sucking his cock. Like the rest of him, it was long. And stinky. I loved it. It was about 9 inches. As I slurped on and made a pig of myself, I dropped my pants, starting beating my meat like I'd been doing in my car. I looked up and whispered, "You wanna fuck me? Fuck my ass? Please? PLEASE? I'll pay you! I'll pay you!" He shrugged. I went inside, got lube. I gestured for him to bend me over the trunk of my car and fuck me, with my shirt up and my pants down. My beard was sticky with his precum. He popped in my ass in about 2 minutes. He got back in my car, I dropped him off back where he'd been walking. I headed back to work ... 40 minutes late. :-) And had to go to john around 2:30 and beat off! Oh, and I paid a total of $30!

Tops: Nick Roberts, Lito Cruz and Rocco Steele Bottoms: Marco Cruise, Jesse Balboa and Rich Wrangler Vera: Matt Sizemore, Jake Wetmore and Colin Steele

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Jake poured a small capful of g into some soda, and handed it to me as he pulled out the points. "Hold your nose and shot this boy" I said to Tanner, lifting his moist lips off my dick. Tanner knocked the shot back and immediately sucked his gums as the flavour registered in the back of his head. I quickly guided him back to my dick as he flushed red and started to sweat a little as the g worked into his system. Jake left the toys for a moment, got behind Tanner in the chair, hoisted the boy's ass onto his lap and stuck his tongue up the boy's freshly seeded hole. Tanner moaned around my dick as Jake gave him his first, out-and-in rim job...hitting all of the boys anal buttons. It turned me on knowing Jake and Tanner were tasting me at the same time, I felt my cock start to grow again, snaking its way down Tanner's receiving gullet. To his credit, the boy never lost suction even whilst his face was buried in my crotch. Jake was list in the jock's ass, he'd come up for air every once in a while, spread the boy's cheeks further apart before diving back in, licking, kissing, and slurping on the perfectly corrupted, cherry-ripe hole. Whole minutes passed in this perfect daisy chain, each worshipping the other. All the while Tanner moaning, experiencing the pleasure of being rimmed out. Eventually, Jake came up, smiled, and indicated that we should switch. I was only too happy, the boy was close to milking another load out of me and I was close to letting him have it. We spun the boy around and Jake planted his lips on Tanner's, passing him a mouthful of my cum, sucked out his ass. Tanner looked momentarily surprised but, his cock got rock hard... "Taste it...Taste the seed that bred you" Jake said.... "Good bro!...now swallow..." Tanner did as he was told as I gently started fingering his hairless little cunt. Jake made a "syringe" action with his hand behind Tanner's head as he deep kissed him again...time for the real party to start. I got the tourniquet and points "On the chair kid" I commanded, slapping Tanner's ass hard. Jake switched out and grabbed a ball clench from our 'bag of tricks" "Dont want any accidental spillages" he grinned. Tanner looked so fucking gorgeous in the chair, like some kind of blonde God...cut glass body heaving under taught, Sun kissed skin, rivulets of sweat creeping down the crevices of his muscle. "Boy" I said "Anyone ever told you, you are perfect?" He smirked, a little slowly from the drugs I ruffled his blonde hair, bringing my hulking frame close to his, pressing my hairy chest against his hairless frame, kissing him deeply and passionately. Tasting my cum and feeling his heat. I broke the kiss, and began to whisper in his ear. "Tanner, I'm going to fuck you again..." His pecs shivered "Jake's gonna fuck you. We're gonna break you in right, get you used to cock, craving it...by the end of the night it's all you're gonna think about...that tight little jock pussy is gonna bleed with cum..." Jake began kissing Tanner's drug sensitive thighs and he moaned. "And...you're gonna love it" I continued licking his ear. "O... ok..." He breathed I smiled "First, cuz you deserve it...I'm gonna give you a shot of something, help you relax baby boy, help you on your way to realising what you were built for...what you were bred to be" "A ..." I bit his ear "Jock boy cum dump" He moaned and I tweaked one of his pink nipples. "That a consent boy" Jake bit the boy's thighs leaving an angry love bite "Yes!" He sighed "Please" "Jake's gonna clamp your boy balls, stop you from cumming till you're a man...no one wants your neg boy jock juice...ok" Jake began screwing the device on the boy and he winced as I strapped up his arm. "Ok boy..." I said...finding a pulsing vein "Here we go" Jake finished screwing the ball clamp as I shot the boy up. There was a moment of silence, I took off the tourniquet and... "F...fuck...chggghgg". The boy went into coughing overdrive as I soothed him, rubbed his back. "Ride it pup, ride it out...we'll see you on the other side." Tanner was still coughing as Jake prepped his own slam. He winked at me as he found base and let go...Jake starting coughing as Tanner came out of his fit.... "Holy fucking hell" he whispered "Holy fucking hell" His eyes were solid black and he smiled wildly as he caught sight of my semi hanging between my legs. "Want it?" I said "Fuck yes!" He cried, licking his lips.... Jake rose up between Tanner's legs. "Daddy'll be back in a minute" he said, passing me a newly packed pipe and engulfing Tanner's growing, useless cock in his mouth. Getting him hard and horny. He'd not cum with the clamp affixed. "Very good boys" I said, sitting in the opposite chair, stroking my semi and lighting up....Jake knew slamming got me off but smoking got me hard...the little fucker.

I agree with MaxC, which means that I disagree with the view that all those who bareback, especially bottoms, are bug chasers. Wanting to breed and to be bred have been part of the man-to-man sexual repertoire for centuries. Barebacking has nothing to do with wanting HIV.

And then there was the virgin... Now your probably thinking that the odds of a true virgin agreeing to take a poz load his first time being fucked are basically zero but there are exceptions to every rule. So Jason and I met this Freshman kid Tom at a gay social event. In talking to him it came out that Tom had recently come to terms with his being gay and wanted to talk with a poz guy about what that was like. We told him we could help him with that and invited him over to our place. When we got there we told him we were poz but keeping it quiet but would be happy to talk to him. He told us that he was a virgin but had been jacking to gay porn for a while and found he really liked playing with his ass and got turned on by seeing guys who were total cum sluts getting fucked and dominated by other guys. He's thought about it and realized that going down this road probably meant getting pozzed so he wanted to be sure he knew what he was in for. We talked for a while and laid out the benefits of being poz if one wanted to live an utterly uninhibited gay life. Tom was your basic 18y/o nerd. Skinny even waifish, white, with glasses and an analytical approach to everything. And both Jason and I had grown rock hard and the thought of pozzing his tight virgin ass. We asked Tom what he was waiting for? Was he ready to lose his cherry and get pozzed? Because if so we had some experience in the field and would love to help him explore his future as a gay cum slut. His last concern though was what if he didn't like getting fucked? What if it hurt too much? Our reply was that based on what he'd said so far he'd never be happy as a top. HIs true calling was being bent over talking raw cock and he knew that. He looked at the ground for a min thinking over what had been said and then looked back up at us fear in his eyes.. "Will you be my first fucks?" Tom asked. "It won't just be a fucking it will be a pozzing you know that right?" "No going back" I told him.. "Yeah...I know..." he said.. "Stand up and strip naked I told him". Now both Jason and I are more lovers that rough Dom tops but something in us said that was this kid needed and wanted wasn't to be made love to.. It was to be used like a piece of meat. Tom seemed to know what to do and quickly stripped completely down his breathing getting more rapid and when his underwear came off we saw a very hard small 4" cock sticking out. "Look at that Kevin" Jason said "its hardly big enough to be called a dick at all..He's tiny Tom". Tom's face went beet red at this and we could see he was ashamed of his small cock. I walked over and stroked it a bit Tom looking at the floor in shame.. 'You know its a good thing your a bottom cum slut because this wouldn't please much of anyone" I told him.. "On your knees bitch" Tom immediately complied and we proceeded to take turns fucking his throat gagging him as we shoved our full length into him milking our precum into his mouth and making sure he drank every drop down. Tears ran down his face but his small cock was if anything even harder that before and leaking a copious flow of precum down the shaft over his little balls and then onto the floor. It was time to stop playing and fuck his virgin ass. We got him to the couch on his back and pushed his legs over his head spreading them wide to expose his cherry fuck hole. Even spread wide like this it still looked impossibly tight. We flipped a coin to see who would be first and I won. I debated for a second just shoving it in without lube but decided that given how tight he looked that would be a bit much. So with Jason holding his legs and Tom trembling in a mixture of fear and anticipation I started off my working my tongue into him. He was tight but gradually his hole opened up a bit and I switched to working a lubed up finger into him. Tom meanwhile was moaning and trembling clearly having never felt anything like this in his life. I kept going until I had two fingers into him and figured that he was now ready. I mounted him and guided my thick cockhead to his tight hole. I pushed the tip in just a bit and looked into Tom's face. "This is it" I told him "I''m going to fuck you and take your virginity and seed your neg hole with my poz cum. From tonight on all your are is a sex toy for real men with real cocks". "Yes he whimpered.... fuck me...poz me..." I could have just shoved the length of my cock in with one thrust but instead I went slowly at first until the head had entered him before burying my shaft in his ass. Tom cried out whimpering in pain his body shaking and tears on his face. I was slow at first as I began to fuck him but began to pick up steam as felt him relax and heard him begin to moan. His eyes were shut but it was clear that he was beginning to enjoy his first fuck as his ass relaxed. Soon the sounds from him were those of pleasure and I could feel my load building in my balls. "Tell me you want it! I ordered him.. "Yes please .... give it to me...yes....cum in my boy pussy" I felt my cock throbbing ready to explode..."This is it I'm going to poz your cunt". As I said that I drove in deep and felt my cock let go squirting jet of jet of poz cum into his neg hole. At the same time Tom's cock erupted squirting shot after shot of some of the last neg cum it would ever produce over his chest and face. I could see Jason was dying for his chance so I pulled out and yielded Tom's ass to him. Jason moved in and started by working a toothbrush up into Tom scrubbing his hole vigourously..."Owww..Owww it hurts owww" Tom whimpered. "Shut up bitch and take it" Jason replied. He pulled the tooth brush out and showed it to Tom blood on the bristles. "Yeah see that our poz loads are getting into you for sure". WIth that Jason mounted him and in one swift thrust pounded his cock in deep. He fucked him hard working his cock in deep until filling Tom's guts with his own large load of poz cum. We took Tom to bed that night and both fucked additional loads into him. In the morning we woke up to Tom sucking our cocks and begging us for another fucking. "Please fuck me again my ass feels so empty without cock in it". It was clear that Tom had become the cum slut he was born to be.

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“Now who want’s to be the first to help this boy get all eighteen of his birthday loads? Oh, did I mention that when the birthday boy came to the baths tonight he was a virgin.” An older guy stepped up, I couldn’t see his cock, but Tom pulled his fingers from my hole and I was soon equally as full as the old guy started to pound away. Tom kissed me and then turned my head to the side so that he could force his cock down my throat. The old guy didn’t last long and soon he was moaning and spluttering as the cum shot out of his cock into my ass, and all the while Tom was feeding me his cock. Apparently just outside of my field of vision a line was forming because no sooner had the older guy stepped aside then a young thing blond twink took his place. And so it went on and on, and all the while Tom was gagging my on his cock till he shot a load down my throat. I kept count for the first ten loads and then after that I lost track. By that point though my hole was so stretched out that the guys with average sized cock were invisible to me and I could only feel the big ones. It was as if the rest of my body had shut down and all that remained was my ass; my cum and sweat covered ass. It wasn’t just my ass that was covered in cum, some where around the seventh top guys had started jerking off over me and now there were ropes and pools of cum all over my thin twink torso. Henry still stood beside me, occasionally fucking some guy waiting to breed me. Tom had clambered into the sling next to me and now had his legs in the air and was well on his way to catching up to my count. As a big fat black man pulled his equally fat cock from my hole and I could feel a river of cum flowing out of my hole. A few guys cheered and shouted things like: “look at his hole gaping,” “he’s fucking wrecked,” “that cunt will never be tight again.” I was in heaven. After all that time wondering what sex would be like, just wanting to get it over with and now here I was wreaking of cum and sweat my hole gaping wide, I had found my place. A new guy appeared between my legs and as I watched him line up his cock with my hole I thought he looked rather familiar. He was about six feet tall and squarely built with jet black hair and super dark five o’clock shadow. It was the guy from the desk at the entrance, the one I had rented my locker from. I felt a thick cock slid easily into my hole and he leaned over me and taking in my cum covered body said, “I knew you’d be popular birthday boy, but I didn’t know how popular. I’m just glad this cunt was still here when I got off work even if it is basically destroyed.” He bucked into my hole for a few moments and then seeing Henry said, “You taken charge of this boy hole then Henry?” “Yep, plucked his cherry myself.” “Sweet, well seeing as you’ve already let every guy in this place wreck this boy’s cunt mind if I just ruin him for life.” “Go right on ahead Sam, do what you like.” I had no idea what they were talking about but Sam pulled his cock out of me and examined my hole for a minute. He then began rubbing around my abused and stretched ass ring sliding his finger in from time to time. Slowly he worked in first two, then three, then four fingers inside of me. The pressure mounted as he began to work his thumb in too twisting his hand around inside my hole, pushing forward a little with each twist. The cum smeared all over my ass acted as lube and eased Sam’s entry and in what seemed like no time with a soft pop my hole swallowed his hand. I moaned like the bitch in heat that I had become as he started to fuck me with his hand. Cum splattered out of my hole and onto the floor as Sam worked his hand deeper and deeper into my guts. I really have no idea how long he fisted me or how deep he got. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head and all I could focus on was the sensations coming from my ass. Several times cum shot from my own cock without my having even touched it, but it did nothing to slake my lust. When Sam finally pulled his fist and his cock from my ass after cumming twice I realized that the room had emptied out quite a bit. Henry was depositing another load into Tom who looked as fucked out as I felt, and a few men were hanging around the perimeter but the massive crowd had gone. “Where is everyone,” I asked weakly. “Gone kid, it’s eight am,” Sam replied. Holy shit, I had spent the whole night in the sling, I had never even made it to the hotel I had booked. “How about one last load from us two and then we’ll get you cleaned up boy,” Henry said helping Tom from the sling. “Yes please,” anything to keep this day from ending. Henry and Sam helped me from the sling and the two of them supported Tom and I on unsteady legs back to Henry’s room where Tom collapsed on the bed. “Get on top of him boy,” Henry commanded, and despite the fact that my legs felt like jello I mounted Tom’s ever hard cock and then practically laid down on him with it still inside me. Henry slid his cock easily inside of me next to Tom’s cock and slowly began to fuck me. Sam made to leave but Henry told him to stay, and in fact Sam got behind Henry and slid his cock inside Henry’s big meaty hairy ass in a quick smooth stroke. The four of us then shared what was honestly the most tender fucking that happened that whole night. We had been bonded together by what we had done with each other and it showed in how Henry controlled the smooth easy tempo of the other three till finally he and Tom blasted inside of me adding to what I thought must honestly be a gallon of cum in my ass and Sam planting the first load of the night in Henry’s ass. We then disentangled ourselves and made our groggy way to the showers. Henry washed the cum from my body but made sure not to remove any from my hole, though a good quantity was simply running down my leg out of my gaping hole while Sam cleaned off Tom. We went to our lockers and put back on our street clothes, it felt weird to have them on at all. Henry grabbed my phone out of my locker before I could put it back in my pocket and the three guys quickly passed it around putting their numbers in, and then we all did the same for Tom. Then we left. I drove home in a sleepy silence, and when I got home I walked past my parents muttered something about having a good time and went up stairs to pass out. When I woke up sometime around dinnertime my phone was glowing with texts from my new friends; I smiled. Perhaps the rest of my summer wouldn’t be such a dry spell after all.

The three of us walked through the hallways. Only Henry, who was in the lead, wore a towel. Were were heading towards the main common room. When we were passing a large group of men, several of whom had turned to stare at us, Tom grabbed me from behind, and with ease slid his cock into my cum dripping hole, gave me a few quick hard thrusts before pushing me after Henry who hadn’t stopped walking back out towards the patio. Tom repeated his quick pounding act on the patio in front of another large group of guys. Henry led the way to the dark corner of the patio and into the even darker corridor and then to the door of the sling room. There were many more guys there now then there had been the last time I looked in the room. Still, only one sling was occupied, but not by the black guy I had seen before; however, there was now a group of about twenty guys all standing around him, each with a raging hard-on, waiting to breed the guy's hole. I practically ran to the sling where Tom and Henry helped me and to get me situated properly. Once my legs had been put up into the stirrups, Tom roughly slid four fingers into my hole as Henry turned to the tops around the other man. “Hey guys, don’t wanna take you away from what you’re doing but it’s my friend’s birthday and his first trip to the baths and he wants to get his hole used pig style. So this little twink’s formerly tight hole is open for business."

I don't touch myself when I'm getting fucked- but, I haven't ever anal orgasmed either. Generally, unless specifically told to cum by the top, I just don't cum at all. After all, that's not what he's there for, and it's not what I'm there for; we're both there for HIM to cum.

My attitude about whether and when a bottom cums while I'm fucking him depends on the situation. Generally speaking I like to see a bottom get hard and cum while fucking him with as little manual stimulation as possible. However, my bigger concern is the bottom's unloading ruining the overall fuck. If he wants to stop after cumming and I've got more fucking to do I'm gonna be pissed. So I usually work to avoid that and the bottom can deal with it from there as he wants

Feeling Big Al’s cum leak out of my ass was strangely intoxicating. I felt a sort of wild freedom as I rose, still licking some of his spunk from my lips, and the big bearded man rose beside me. He wrapped one of his huge arms around my neck and half pulled, have crushed me against him. A second later we were moving up the stairs and across the hall to where I saw light streaming through the open door of the master bedroom. Big Al put a finger to his bearded mouth, and I nodded. We walked to the open door as quietly as we could, though given the grunts and moans coming from the open door – as well as the noises coming from behind the closed doors at the opposite end of the hallway - I was pretty sure no one was going to hear us. Big Al got to the door first, and grinned, gesturing to me with one hand to come stand beside him. I bit my bottom lip, felt more of his spunk dribble from my ass, and went to join him. My mouth dropped open at the view. Mark lay naked and spread-eagle on the king-sized bed, each of his ankles secured in a loop of tape-covered rope that was secured to the bedposts at the head of the bed frame, his hands were tied in front of him, and he was perched up on his elbows, his slim chest already damp with sweat. He was blindfolded with one bandanna, and a second bandanna was tied around his open mouth, gagging him. Behind him, between his legs and grinding into him with an exaggerated circular motion that I imagined was causing all sorts of incredible sensations was Bill, who’d shucked his shirt and revealed his stocky, hairy chest, and one strong arm which gripped tight in Mark’s hair and pulled him backward as he shifted himself behind the young man. The open bottle of lube, and the wicked smile on Bill’s face told me that his dick was buried deep, and the groaning, moaning voice that was muffled by the gag told me that Mark was definitely enjoying having Bill inside his ass. Bill saw us, of course, and his smile widened. He winked at me, sticking out his tongue and giving Mark a short series of faster hip-grinds, which made Mark groan all the louder. Bill leaned forward and pulled harder on Mark’s hair, until his mouth was close to Mark’s ear. “What if I told you you were being watched, little boy?” Bill asked. “Do you like the idea of being watched as much as you like the idea of being fucked?” Mark’s groan was nearly tortured – I knew that sound, I’d been making it earlier: he didn’t want to want it, but he desperately wanted it. Bill smiled all the wider. “You know daddy is going to make you his, don’t you?” he asked, and again, the moan that followed was nearly guttural. Bill laughed. Beside me, I felt Big Al’s fingers brush my ass, and then slide between my ass cheeks. I looked at him, and he grinned, tugging me toward him until I was standing in front of him. His cock had recovered from before, and he rubbed it up and down the small of my back. I couldn’t help it – I groaned a bit myself, and I saw Mark startle as he realized Bill hadn’t been setting up a fantasy. Mark was truly being watched. But Bill took Mark’s mind off it almost immediately, letting go of his hair, bracing both arms to either side of the slim young man, and then giving his ass three quick pumps that made Mark’s shoulders sag and his head slump. He was almost whimpering. Tied up like that, he couldn’t do much but be ridden, and I could see the tension building in his body. “You want daddy to ruin you, don’t you, boy?” Bill said, his voice deep and almost dangerous. My whole body shivered, and behind me, Big Al aimed his dick at my spunk-sticky hole and pushed himself into me. I ground back against him, leaning forward slightly to accommodate his height, and groaned again. My eyes were riveted to Bill’s hairy arms and chest as he moved in a constant rhythm against Mark. God, I wanted to be Mark. Big Al’s hand slid around my chest and pulled me up against himself. His thick beard tickled my ear as he leaned in close, and whispered “The boy’s about to be bred for real, just like your friend Tim. My head spun. I wasn’t entirely sure what Big Al meant. I opened my mouth to ask him, and then heard another voice. “Is this where the line starts?” I turned to see Robert and Mac, who had come from one of the rooms behind me and were obviously done blowing each other – though they were both hard, both naked, and both enjoying the show happening in front of them. “Definitely,” Big Al huffed, starting to fuck me now, standing behind me and jabbing me with his cock with short little thrusts. My sore hole clenched on his dick, and I bit my lip. My eyes returned to Mark, who must have heard the question and the answer. His noises were barely coherent. Bill ground into him. “Ready for it, boy? Ready for freedom?” Mark’s head bowed, his hair sweaty and sticking up from all angles from Bill’s grip. He was desperately shoving back against Bill’s dick, and the sound he managed to make wasn’t exactly a word, but the intent was clear. He desperately wanted Bill to keep fucking him. “Fuck yeah,” Robert’s voice was heavy with lust, adding “Fill that boy with the seed.” It finally clicked what was happening. Tim’s talk about how fucking with Bill had opened his mind up to new experiences and new freedoms. Big Al’s “bred for real” comment. Bill saying he would “ruin” Mark. I gasped, and Big Al’s hands clenched on my waist, holding me in place, and he started to mirror Bill’s thrusts. What if I’d been the one who’d chosen Bill’s keys? On the bed, I heard Bill growl, and he nearly yelled as he said “Fuck yeah, boy – there it is, take daddy’s seed in deep!” My whole body clenched, and I came on the spot without touching my cock at all.

I like many already mentioned here. If you like the bigger boys, I think Ashby Red really knows how to throw a fuck. Other bare bear stars are Nate Wolf, Venice Cub, Clint Taylor, Ray Stone, Mack Brody, Andrew Mason, and a tatted, Brit, lean-muscular guy from the TIM film "Wild Breed" named Darren ("Darren Breeds Nikos").

my current porn ideal is colin steele. he first made my pucker flutter in 'return to meat rack' and he's now costarring in 'park & ride.' if you like tall, handsome, built, tattooed, hung tops who can fuck like nobody's business, check him out. and the bonus scene where he teaches caedon chase to take a fist is amazing.

Jim Ferro, Jake Wetmore, Lito Cruz, Marco Cruise, Dan Fisk, Dawson - my ultimate wet dream... couldn't agree more- that's an amazing lineup - would buy that movie in a second (Jake Wetmore was the first [and only so far] guy to cum in me- didn't take )

Rough sex, bordering on rape -- that is, the roughness is possibly non-consensual even though the sex is totally consensual (isn't that what we're really talking about here) -- is totally hot. Rough sex demonstrates the Top's absolute control and His need to make His presence known and felt by me. i consider it an honor to be roughly fucked, an endorsement, so to speak of my desirability.