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Some truth is too good to be fiction... DaddyBoy Ben is what I've renamed the slut. Taking on a new identity is integral to transformation. So we'll call him that. I travel a lot for work and pleasure and stumbled across him in the south. Let's say Birmingham, but it wasn't. He schooled and worked mall retail. 18 and hot young 6'1" soccer player with a tite lil body that was furry in all the right places, with a 5 o'clock shadow, piercing blue eyes and a million dollar smile--and was articulate, bright and obviously way too book smart--and boxers dumb. The kid was a strong 8 on a scale of 1 to 10... bear daddy has high standards (no point in ruining shit that's already fucked up, right?). About to graduate HS. So kinky and bold that the first vids he sent were 1) getting fucked bare by a bear, 2) pissing on himself and 3) of him crapping a shit into the tub. He'd been raised in a very conservative Christian home. Been top of his class in a private Christian academy. And boiling over with angst and urges he was powerless to control. Sadly, he was busy with school and graduation. I was never in town at the right time. So we just texted for over a year. And then this summer, he returned home after a year at school. And we still missed each other twice when I was in his area. And then, last Thursday evening about bedtime he called. "Daddy, do you have a minute. Something happened today. And I feel free. I've not been a good boy, but now I'm ready." What had changed is that he'd gone to a hotel room full of tweakers who had booty-bumped his brains out. But for all the rimming and toy play, everyone had limp lil tina dicks. And DaddyBoy Ben was finally ready to submit, but trapped on an island of misfit dicks. "I'm in the car now dad. I'm kind of lost getting out of town, but I'm heading your way. How do I get there?," he asked. "It's 9 hours son," I replied. "It's not like I'll be sleeping any time soon, Daddy," he shot back. "I've dodged you. Avoided you. Said I was busy when I wasn't. At one point I even blocked your number, but I still jerked off to thoughts of you. And went on Breeding Zone every day--knowing you were the one who sent me there. I've self-fisted my hole, wishing it was you. Feeling so empty. I'm coming now. I'm ready and I'm on my way." So, I thought to myself... all it took was one good booty bump to dislodge 19 years of uptight sexual constipation. Oh Tina, you are a wild one. And he was literally lost in the woods in bumfuck 'Bama. He had to share his location so I could talk him to I-65 north. And he blew up my phone all night. When he finally hit town, I left work to meet him at my place. He was every bit the adonis I'd seen in the pics. Yet he had come to life, with the most adorable aww-shucks smile. Bashful antics. And an eager mouth that raped my goatee and mouth the moment we stepped in the door. We left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. He jumped up on the bed, and raised in the air one of hot and furry boy ass, with an eager pucker you could tell he was trying to wreck. And then, I noticed dried blood on one of those tight, athletic ass cheeks. "Ummm... DaddyBoy Ben," I asked, "there's dried blood on your ass cheek." "Oh god dad, I'm sorry," he confessed. "I got so horny last night that I stopped at a rest area in Tennessee and got in the back seat to play with my boyhole. But all I could find back there to stick up in me was a big mag-lite. And I got a little too rough with myself." "I'm sorry, I tried to clean it up." Damn, I thought. Did the heavens just open up and drop the perfect fuck slut into my life? "It's okay, kid," I reassured him. "Dad's fave lubes are 1) cum from the last dad, 2) spit and 3) the wrecked remnants of a young fuck hole that's wayyyyyy to eager." With that, I grabbed the elbow grease and began to finger his hole while slicking up my chode. One finger met no resistance in him. The second joined it easily. The third joined those... and not until the fourth did I reach his fuck ring. And it was still rubbery and eager, opening up as I added my thumb to the pyramid my bear paw made as I tried to find his limit. He cried out--yet pushed back, instead of pulling away. And reached for the elbow grease, grabbed a handful and then lubed by hand up to my wrist. I worked that furry ass while dirty talking the little tweaked out, cum hungry fist-bitch. "So you're finally ready for your first known poz load, son?," I goaded. "Yes, daddy, I'm soooooo ready," he replied with his mouth in a guttural, come-breed-me growl... as his eager hole kept twitching around my big old bear paw, as I worked it up into DaddyBoy Ben. The cock and cum hungry bitch was a natural. At barely 19, his body knew how to beg at both ends. I removed my paw and replaced it with my daddy cock. Seeing his lightly-fur covered ass yield to my fuck beast, as my big bush of gray dad pubes nestled into his crisco-covered, crimson boy crack. And I went to town. Called him every dirty name in the book. Smacked his ass and asked him, "Who's your daddy, Ben?" and went wild as he bit the pillow and said, "You are, DaddySir." I'd stretched and wrecked his hole so hard it was my saving grace. I'd have busted my two day nut in him so fast if I'd had resistance. As he tightened back up after a few minutes, I got on my back. And told him to sit his teen ass on that vile fuck beast of a poz daddy cock. And hop on it he did. DaddyBoy Ben landed in the saddle and rode like he was breaking broncos. His tight teen pecs had nice nips with big eraser-sized points I could pull... and they were hard-wired straight to his cum hole. The harder I tweaked, the harder he rode. "You can hop off any time son," I said. "If you still wanna be a chicken shit who talks the talk. But if you wanna talk the walk and ride the cock, keep it up cum slut. And I'll bathe your innocent ass in the dirty daddy nut I've been collecting from a long line of fucksluts and boy breeders going back a decade before you were born." His non-verbal answer was affirmative, as he dug down and rode harder. The look on his face was no longer innocent and playful. Bashful or cherubic. He was a tina-fueled twink whose face was contorted by pleasure. His eyes were dilated and his lips alternately pulled back over his teeth as he groaned... or as his teeth bit his bottom lip hard. And then came forth the mating call he'd been practicing in his head, all those times he jerked off to the thought of me... as I fucked his mind by introducing him to things like BBRT and BreedingZone... squandering his innocence onto the field of full submission by boys to men, where he found his place on his knees. Or ass in the air. Existing only to be the next beautiful young thing in line, offering himself fully and fully exposed as a sacrifice on the altar of hedonistic, raw sex, in the boy-ruining breeding rites of daddy boys serving the dark desires of selfish, fucked-up men... as the thoughts I'd possessed him with for two years came spilling out, in a tirade of hungry, wanton need... "Fuck me daddy. Breed my bloody boy hole. I'm ripe. I'm fertile. I'm here. It's yours." And his ass responded to the rhythm of his sex rant, like to the beating of a drum... bottoming out. Clenching. Riding up and tightening up. Then thrusting back down on my daddy cock. "Poz me, DaddySir. I belong to you now. Share me with your dirty squad. Make me into the community cumhole for dads you promised I could be. Coach me to greatness. Train me to be one of those boys that becomes top 5 for the dads I ride... s'good that I'm their go-to fantasy as they jerk off for years to come. Make me a cum sponge, DaddySir. Use me up until I'm used up and your done. Then cast me aside like an unwanted cumrag. Dirty and stank. My only worth being a fuck hole no one wants once their loads land in me." I could no longer resist. I grabbed his waist and with one hand and neck with the other. I pulled him down to me and kissed the kid hard, as I drove my dirty dad cock deep, then flooded his freshly fisted womb with my bastion of dirty little swimmers. He stayed close to me, trying to keep me in him and hard. Tender moments to share, as he nestled into his new life. His cherry wrecked and ruined. His destiny secured. His options gone. As I got out of bed and wiped his cherry from my cock with a towel, I tossed him his phone. "Ready to earn some gear, toys and undies, DaddyBoy Ben?," I asked. "I've gotta get back to work. But today, you have a chance to earn #SlutPoints which are redeemable one-for-one into dollars at either the toy store or ToolBox Mens Wear, the undies store. Lotsa Nasty Pig Jocks there. Since you're tweaked out of your mind, you can handle an aggressive cum quota for this afternoon. DaddyBears are 10 points. If they're over 60 years old, you double down. Each bug nut is worth an extra 10 points, too. Anything else dirty will be acknowledge proportionately. Since your friend Tina blew your mind, your ass has the power to make DaddySir into Santa and make toys, trunks and jocks rain like Christmas." I pulled him to me and kissed that sweet face. "Go big or go home, Ben." And those were my last words to him. I came home from work to an empty house. Only the bedsheets ripped from the bed and a master bath that looked like a dozen guys had taken showers were left to feed my imagination, wondering what happened to DaddyBoy Ben. Oh... that and three places where bloody cum stains my white carpet. Anyone know how to get that out?

I was puzzled and still somewhat incoherent on the way home. I was familiar to being weed and alcohol buzzed, but I didn't know what was buzzing me still. I wasn't incapacitated, just unfamiliar. I was following the conversation and kicking in, but not entirely sure I was understanding it all at first. I learned that Paul had taken part in several of the breeding parties. I wasn't sure how I had missed noticing his mannerisms. Caught up in the moment I suppose as well as not expecting him to be there. Seems his idea was the same as what he had suggested early on before introducing me to the host. He liked the idea of my being fucked and bred bare. He slowly admitted it was a tremendous turn on for him to get to see it happen. He even more slowly admitted that he found himself somewhat jealous seeing me so willing to take cock that easily and willingly. Still, he blatantly told me, he enjoyed getting to watch me getting fucked by men I couldn't see and readily accepting the fact that they were about to pump their cum into my ass. He knew I was a potential cum-dump and loved the idea. I was his ideal cum slut as he put it. What had caused the problem was the session where the host announced later in the bottom's room was the fact that there was an HIV positive top involved in it. The HIV part of it had never figured into the situation for Paul. What shocked and wrecked him was my wanton descent into bug chasing. Once exposed, I quickly accepted that I was probably positive and my wanting more bare cock and cum to the point that I was willing to accept any and all cocks and cum, positive or not. He couldn't wrap his head around my mindset. Looking back, I suppose I was a fatalistic, all or nothing sort at hearing that I had taken a load of cum from a known HIV positive top and over reacted. I had the idea that, once I had been exposed, I was going to be pozzed. I had mentally accepted the idea that I might as well take as many positive loads as negative loads since I was mentally posed to accept the worst. I intended to try and make the best of it since I was potentially positive and simply accept any load of cum which, for whatever reason, seemed to sooth my mind. If I was positive, what does it matter? In hindsight, I should have thought about the regular breeding sessions. Odd are odds, but the strangest things happen. Paul still was the pivot here. He set me up to the gang fuck situations because of his particular kink. I was a very willing victim. Scratch the word 'victim', I was a willing participant. I wanted, liked, loved being fucked bare, raw, by multiple anonymous men and more than willing to take their cum without knowing anything about them. He didn't figure his interest in me. He had been there, seen and participated in fucking me. He had picked me back up after he had accepted the HIV situation. He didn't care now. It had been hit or miss while he sorted his mind out, but, finally, it was his interest in getting to watch me getting fucked and his getting to be the one to leave the final load in me. Make no mistake, he still lets, 'makes' me attend the breeding parties, but he attends them also. Sometimes I think I can tell that he's the one fucking me, but I don't let on that I can tell. I just enjoy getting fucked and filled by all those other anonymous guys that he's possibly and probably seen and I will never see or know. I just enjoy and hope to continue to be a ready bottom for these breeding parties. -30-

Part VI I sat there and could not even speak. I had drank too much booze in the heat and had pretty much been raped without really knowing it as I had been zonked out. I looked at my new buddy then and he then told me the rest of my dream had not been a dream either. He said after watching the other guy do me he, like he told me earlier was just too horny, and the two of them had lifted me up and placed me in the sling and had cuffed my hands and shackled my legs in it. Then he had entered my cummy hole with little trouble and had also fucked me and filled my hole with his cum. He said he thought I knew what was going on as I was moaning like crazy and when he had cum I blew my own load clear up to my face. He said he had licked it off of me and kissed me and fed my own cum to me too. He then said he found he didn't have the key to the cuffs and went to find it and forgot that whoever was chained in the sling was supposed to be fair game for anyone or he would have had someone keep a closer watch. The other guy said he just watched out of heat and by the time my buddy came back with a key he had told him that 6 guys had already stepped up an unloaded their cum in me too. My bud then said since there was that much in he felt he might as well leave me there as I seemed comfortable and was out anyway. The other guy said he stayed and watched the whole thing and by the time the line quit and he yelled at my buddy to come get me out of there I had had a total of, counting theirs too, 35 loads in my ass of cum. I just sat there in total shock. I had never even wanted a man's cock in me and now they are telling me I had not only had a cock in me but had had 35 of them and all had cum in me on top of that. I couldn't even imagine it. The dream was actually reality and I had really just been used as a cum dump just like I had overheard one those guys talking before. What the hell was I going to do now? I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. A cum dump, 35 loads, my hole so full of cum it kept leaking out of me like a faucet and they were saying I was moaning for more and more? I could not imagine it. I got up and walked over by the sling and watched the guy in it being fucked hard by another guy. I had been right there doing the same thing. As the guy started to cum in the guy I could hear them both moaning a bit too and I thought how did I stay out like that. When the guy pulled his cock out the guy in the sling jumped out too, a willing one it seemed. I walked up to it and stared into it and looked up at the mirror. My bud came up then and told me he was really sorry about that. I asked him did I really seem to be enjoying that. He said I sure did and my cock had been hard and throbbing the whole time and really erupted a gusher when I had cum. I turned and looked him in the eye for a minute. I then reached down and dropped my shorts off and hopped up into the sling and told him to show me. I wanted to see if I really had enjoyed that. He grinned and helped settle me into it. He then stepped back a bit and as I watched, he dropped both his shorts and jockstrap in one smooth action. He had one hell of a hard on. It had to be all of 10 inches and big around as my Coke can. I almost climbed back out of the sling at the sight of that monster, but got control of myself thinking I had already took that once so must be able to. He was smiling then as he stepped towards me and positioned his cock at my hole and said are you ready. I just nodded and in anticipation felt my own cock springing up hard. I reached down and pulled it out of my jockstrap and the he took my hand and pulled my up a little and guided it to his cock. He had me guide it to my hole and hold on to it as he started to enter me. Even with all the cocks I had had before my hole had closed back up fairly well so he had to push some to get in. It kind of hurt and then my hole gave in and he sunk in. I could feel that and then had to let loose of him and he buried it in me completely and he started to fuck me nice and slow. He was hitting that spot again right off too and my own cock was throbbing and tingling like crazy. After about 10 minutes of this he was getting faster and harder. It felt amazing. I then noticed we had gathered a small crowd to watch. There were murmurs going around about 'the guy' that had taken so many loads before and was back again. I zoned them out and looked into my buds eyes wanting to just feel this pleasure that was sweeping over me and yes I was moaning from the fantastic feeling. My bud leaned in and kissed me again running his tongue all through my mouth. He then really went to town pounding my hole and leaned in and said I am getting ready to unload again. I told him to hurry as I thought I was going to cum too any second. All at once he almost hesitated and then rammed hard and deep into me as he could and I could feel his cock throbbing as he was cumming in me. As he did he was leaning over me again and saying oh my God that is great to cum like this in a neg hole with my poz cum and my cock exploded again and hit me from my stomach to my mouth again. He then leaned over and was licking it off of me again and when he reached my mouth we kissed again and he fed me my own cum again. As we laid there recovering I started to wonder about his words. We finally managed to get up and he helped me out of the sling to applause from the onlookers. We both just kind of grinned and grabbed our clothes and walked back over to the cot. When we got there my ass was leaking again so I grabbed the towel again and wiped up a huge amount leaking out of me. I looked at the towel then for the first time and noticed that there were red streaks all over it where I had wiped the cum up from me. I asked my bud what that could be. He said that being a virgin ass until a while ago I had probably torn open a little here and there inside and it was blood. He then said something else I didn't understand about that helping to spread their babies better anyway. It was then I asked him about his wording. He said he had probably just fed me my last neg load to eat when we got done fucking. I just stared at him with no idea what he was talking about. He all at once gave a laugh and said oh hell I forgot for a bit you are supposed to be straight and don't have a clue about this. I shrugged my shoulders so he said get ready for another shock about your dream. He said they all had biohazard tattoos because they were all poz and none of them on meds either. I still did not understand. He just looked pained and said they were all poz and I was neg and every one of them that had fucked me were all poz too, so most likely with the bleeding I would become poz. I just stared not comprehending at all. He said you really are straight as hell aren't you and laughed. He hugged me then and said poz was kind of shorthand for HIV POZ meaning they all had it and I had been neg and did not have HIV. I probably would now though with all the amount of their toxic cum I had taken in me. I dropped onto the cot and asked "Oh, fuck, what the hell have I done?"

Moderator's Note: There are brief mentions of straight sex in this story. This story is not for everyone but thought I would share. Scruff Hook Up It started out as a typical Saturday for me. Waking up around 11:30 in the morning hung over from the night before and my dick hard as a rock. As I pulled back the sheet the smell of some whores ass and cunt juice still on my dick hit me. The fucking cunt that I had picked up at the clue turned out to be a real pig begging me to fuck her up the ass then sucking my dick clean before I rammed it back into her juicy cunt. But that is another story. In case you hadn’t figured it out I’m bi and really get off on fucking pussy, ass and a hungry throat. At 5’10” 175 pounds with a shaved head and black trimmed beard, my 8” thick cut dick has never had any trouble finding ass or pussy to fuck. Even when I was married I fucked around shoving my raw dick into any hot wet twat or ass that made it jump. My high sex drive combined with my dominate nature always seemed to get girls fucking wet and fucking faggots week in the knees. Even the most straight appearing guys turned into submissive cock whores around me. Dropping to their knees and taking my hard dick all the way to the base then bending over and begging me to fuck them. Thinking about all of this and the night before made my dick even harder. But I knew if I gave in and started stroking it I would get nothing done today. I made my way to the coffee pot fixed myself some coffee and settled in to write some music. After working on my music for about 7 hours I decided to go smoke a bowl and kick back before getting ready to go out for the night. After I smoked a bowl I logged into Scuff to see if one of my fuck buds was on line. While he was not on line another hot little fuck did and he was close by. His profile said he was bi 47, but sure didn’t look it in the right way, 5’8” 140 pounds 6.5 dick and versatile. My experience has been that guys who say they are versatile are really bottoms that just love to get fucked, but think versatile makes them more masculine. I hit him up, we started chatting and sure enough he was looking to get fucked. Not only was he looking to get fucked but really liked getting fucked rough and used like a whore. He also was into man smells and liked to get stoned because he turned into a real cock whore who could not get fucked enough. That was music to my ears so I asked if he was free around 8:30 that night. Just to sweeten the deal I told him I had some killer weed that I was certain he would enjoy. That seemed to close the deal and he agreed to come over at 8:30. I went to the kitchen to get a bite to eat and then thought about jumping in the shower but decided not to, just to see how much of a pig this little faggot really was. Knowing I was really ripe and that my dick was still covered in cunt and ass juice from the night before. This would be a good test to see just how piggy then little fuck really was. I decided to through on some basketball shorts with no underwear, t-shirt that I had worn all week to work out in and my dirty gym socks. I then kicked back on the sofa smoked some more then loaded a fresh bowl and waited for the pussy boy to message me that he was here. About 20 minutes later I got a test from him letting me know he was here. I told him the front door was open to come in and strip that I was waiting on the sofa. A minute later I head the front door open and close and then the sound of metal hitting the floor as he stripped down. I looked him up and down as he came into the living room with his hand over is cock and barely able to look up. I thought to myself I have it the jackpot he is even more submissive than he let on. He looked even better than his picture and much younger than 47. I told him to sit at my feet while I reached for the pipe. As the boy got between my legs I lit the pipe and shoved my foot in his face. He immediately took a big whiff and I could see him start to play with his dick. As I exhaled into his face I ordered him to get his hand off of his dick. I put the pipe to his lips lit it up again making him take a good hard hit. As he held it I leaned and tweaked his nipples making him moan as he exhaled. I made him take a second hit then leaned back and put my ripe sweaty socks in his face. Turned out the boy was a true pig as he began to sniff and lick my dirty ripe gym socks. I took a couple of more hits and then put the pip to the boy’s lips again. He started to protest saying he was already high but with a look from me the boy obeyed and took another hit. As it began to take effect he started rubbing my feet slowly working the socks off. Then he looked up at me for approval to remove my socks. As I looked down on him and nodded he slowly removed the first sock then shoving it in face taking a deep breath. I shoved my bare foot against his face holding pressing the sock into his nose. I slowly moved my foot and let the sock drop to the floor as a whimper escaped from his lips. I raised my foot back up to his face and ordered him to lick them clean. His tongue went immediately to the heel of my foot and he started to lick the soles of my feet then between my toes. I looked down at him at my feet as I felt my own high reach the perfect level. “Fuck you are a dirty little faggot” I barked at him as he started to suck my toes clean. “You fucking like my big ripe sweaty feet just wait tell you get to my ass and balls pig.” I slide my other foot under his ass as making him moan as I rubbed it against his twitching hole. Teasing him with it, making push back against my foot with that hungry fuck hole rubbing against my sock. I slowly moved my socked foot to his face and the whore went crazy licking and sniffing my sock covered with its ass scent mixed with my foot stink. I leaned up pulled the sock off of my foot and shoved it in his mouth, slapped him across his face and then spit in his face. His eyes went straight to the floor as I grabbed him by his hair dragging his face to my crotch. I shoved his nose right under my ball sack forcing him to sniff my crotch through my shorts with his mouth stuffed full of my dirty gym sock. That is when I noticed the little faggot was reaching back and playing with its pussy. Fuck its pussy not its dick. Damn this little fuck was a true whore and the smell of my fucking crotch had him fingering his hole and moaning into my crotch. I stood up slowly pulled his fingers out of his hungry cunt. I brought them up to his nose making him smell them before pulling the sock out of his mouth and then shoving his fingers into his mouth to clean. As expected the hungry little pig started eating his fingers fresh from his ass. I pulled off my t-shirt and shoved it in his face while he continued to lick his fingers clean. With my shirt covering his eyes I let my basketball shorts drop to the floor. I tied my t-shirt around his eyes using it as a blindfold then pulled his fingers from his lips forcing his arms behind his back. I grabbed the duct tape and bond his wrist together. This little submissive faggot wasn’t going anywhere. Then grabbing him by the hair I yanked his head back and spat in his face. I needed this little fuck to understand that it was nothing more than a hole to me and that I had no respect for it, at all. I then swung my leg over its shoulder and placing my foot on the couch. This put his nose right between my big bull nuts and my hairy ass. Forcing the cocksucker to breath in my stink, instantly his cock begins to drool leaking cock snot out the tip. Then without being told his tongue began trying taste my ripe sweaty nut sack. I pulled away from his mouth yanked its head back farther, spit a big luggie into his face before slapping him hard across his face. “Did I give you fucking permission to taste my stink faggot” watching the confusion race across his face. “Don’t even fucking think you have come close to earning the right to taste my fucking stink.” I shoved him down on the floor, sat back down on the sofa and placed my feet over his face. This time the faggot didn’t even attempt to lick me until I gave it permission. As the worthless cock hungry whore started to lick my feet I grabbed the remote turned on the big screen TV and hit play on porn I had waiting. As I watched this white whore who was tied up getting gang banged on the big screen I lit up a cigar and opened a beer with my feet getting worshipped by this cocksucker. Just as I ordered the piece of shit to lick between my toes the phone rang. I was my buddy Jarred. Jarred started right in telling me he had scored some good shit and wanted to know if I wanted any. Before I could answer he was asking about the bitch moaning in the back ground coming from the TV. I chuckled and told him I was interested in getting some good “shit”. He laughed as he realized he had not waited for my answer. He asked what I was up to and I told him I had some cock hungry faggot licking my feet while I watched porn and smoked a cigar. Of course this got his attention and he said he could be at my place in 30 minutes. I busted out laughing and told him to bring the stuff he had just scored with him. I felt the faggot begin to squirm under my feet as I hung up the phone. I moved my feet from over the faggots face reached over and picked up my sock and shoved it back in the faggot’s mouth. Then secured it with duct tape to hold the sock in its mouth, I flipped the pussy boy over to where he was on his knees with his ass in the air. I picked up my special lube from the table and began coating my fingers. “This is your lucky day whore you are going to get two dicks instead of just one.” As it began to protest though the gag I began working his ass with the lube. It wouldn’t be long until it was moaning and begging to get fucked. As the faggot continued to protest though the gag and try to move away from me I continued with the mind fuck. “Don’t act like you don’t want two big raw dicks fucking your hungry cunt. Oh I did tell you I only fuck raw didn’t I?” I began to laugh as the whore tried harder to get away as the realization hit him that we had never discussed fucking without a condom.

Chapter II. My boy had a huge grin on his face, as sweat poured down his chest, and cum seeped out of his freshly-fucked ass. A few guys dancing around us had just seen me guide a stranger’s cock into my boy’s hole, but it didn’t seem to phase them. Then, George reappeared, this time with a recognizable porn star, who shall remain nameless, in a sexy mesh singlet with the front cutdown to his pubes. This guy used to do safe-only porn, and had only recently started barebacking on camera after he came out as POZ. I had seen twinks line up on screen to take his massive thick cock, and his load. I suspected that many of those twinks on camera were on PrEP, but my boy certainly wasn’t. Even though the last guy to fuck my boy was sexy, he didn’t attract the attention that this POZ porn guy did. Heads turned as George introduced him to my boy. People, strangers, watched as this stud spun my boy around and spread his cheeks wide. The porn stud seems pleased that my boy was already leaking cum. He dove in and started lapping Sam’s seed out of my boy’s hole. A circle of maybe ten guys formed around this star going to town on my boy’s ass. My boy reached around and spread his cheeks wide. “Does this boy belong to anyone here?” He asked to the circle of guys. I nodded and George put his arm around me, smiling. “You gonna let me fuck him?” My boy looked at me with pleading eyes. How could I not nod. “When I fuck, I breed. Pulling out is for pussies.” I just nodded again. This porn god stood up, and bent my boy over so he was grabbing his own ankles. He pulled his singlet low enough to fish out his hefty cock and slapped it against my boy’s ass. He looked right at me. “Get me hard.” I knelt down and took that hefty dick into my mouth. It was the first time I had knowingly sucked POZ cock, and I knew, as he started dripping precum, I was swallowing it. When he was satisfied, he had me hold my boy’s ass cheeks spread wide so he could barefuck my boy. The crowd grew as this guy pumped into my boy. The porn star picked my boy up off the floor, his bare POZ dick still in him, and led him to the sofa. He laid my boy on his back and started pile driving into that ass. Some hunk at the edge of the sofa fished out his dick and offered it to my boy to blow. My boy gobbled that stranger’s cock as this porn star pounded his hole. The stranger was so turned on that he shot his cum in my boy’s mouth. My boy couldn’t gulp it down fast enough, and his face and hair were soon smeared with seed. The porn star loved this and wiped a big glob onto his hand and then dripped it onto his cock as is pistoned in and out of my boy’s pussy. That was the second guy’s cum up his hole, and the crowd applauded. The porn star withdrew and knocked my boy off of the sofa, with his shoulders on the floor, and ass at seat level. He then stabbed his dick back into my boy and kept fucking him. With his hole exposed to the room, another brave horny stranger approached. He jerked his dick right onto my boy’s hole, plugged with thick POZ porn star cock. “Help keep his hole wet,” someone shouted, and the stranger started cumming. The porn star pulled out just as volley after volley of cum went shooting right into my boy’s gaping ass. Load #3 was fucked in by the porn star’s cock. Three guys followed suit, all cumming on my boy’s ass and letting the porn star work that load deep. Load #6 got the porn star so hot that he plunged his dick all the way into my boy’s guts and left it there as he pumped his seed. A round of applause went up around us and the porn star stood up and bowed politely. The music stopped as our host, the infamous Brad appeared. “You guys had an orgy, and didn’t invite the host? Who invited these boys?” George raised his hand. “You breed him?” “Yes, sir.” “How many loads he have in him so far?” My boy, still upside down on the floor shook his head. He didn’t know how many loads were being absorbed into his guts. I’d been keeping tabs, so I spoke up. “Seven, so far.” ‘You two together?” I nodded. “You let this happen to your boy?” I nodded again. “I knew I liked you. Let’s kick things up a notch!” To be continued…

I just don't like getting fucked. There I said it! I feel free! I much prefer to suck a guy off. In fact, I think I was pozzed by sucking a guy off. I know that it's hard to become poz through oral sex but I think that's how it happened to me. I will swallow a load faster than anything. I don't like to get a load up my ass, let's just say I have issues back there.

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

I love meeting guys in public john and breeding them with my load. My partner is unaware I fuck guys and he is often waiting outside foir me as I meet men and breed them either under the stall or in the same stall. I am usually available to breed most Mondays and Fridays and would love to arrange some regular cum dumps to breed or neg guys looking for hot seed.

So I am a married man, (to a woman) living in Australia... The following is a fantasy I would love to become a reality... You are a dominant top wealthy man who loves bottom hairy bears, and you answered my ad. You paid my airfares and picked me up at the airport. We found a discrete spot at the airport (a handicapped stall) and I got down on my knees and offered you my arm. First you attached my collar, then got a rig and slid it into my vein, drew back and got a nice flash of red. You slammed it in and straight away I felt the rush. We then left the stall and went to your car. I was flying so high. In the car, you told me to slide my pants off and insert the butt plug that was in the glove compartment into my now twitching lusting hole. I said yes master and wasted no time doing so. We drove about 40 minutes arriving at a small farm. It was private, and you told me to take off the rest of myclothes, and go to the barn and wait for you. I did as I was told, and entered the barn, which once inside I found to be decked out as a playroom, complete with sling, fuck machine, fist bench and a cupboard full of assorted toys. I climbed into the sling, and you entered the barn and said good boy, lie back. You then tied me into the sling, tied off my arm and inserted another slam, you said the first was .1, this is .3, I said thank you master as you administered it. Wow, I felt the rush and straight away felt you remove the butt plug and replace it with your hot wet tongue....and then I heard voices coming closer....to be continued

Reconsider your approach to sex, you seem a little naive. Like myself just a year ago. I was very submissive but in no way wanted to get HIV, I thought I was being as careful as I could be, seeing as I still wanted anon casual sex, but it just doesn't work out that way. My attitude to sex now is almost completely different to that of a year ago. One day you mightn't be as horny for bareback sex with strangers but will still be living with the consequences of what might have been a passing phase. If you can, you should try for prep, I'm not sure of what country you are from. Maybe look into why you want to be a cum dump for strangers, maybe if you found someone who could make you feel that way without having to take massive risks with your health. But in the end it's your decision, I regret many of the decisions I made but I'm still alive and happy. However you decide to live your life, just please don't treat sex and HIV with the levity that many of the users on here do, because a lot of them are fantasists. Good Luck. Edit: Ok after reading through the thread I realised I may have wasted time with a considered reply. Fantasy section might be more appropriate for this thread. Yawn.

The most important thing is that the cum dump's ass be open and available for the top's cock. A jock presents and frames the ass in an inviting way for the top….it's always about pleasing the top.

I woke up when my friends called. They wanted to go out for some drinks and dinner. We went to a pub where they brew their own beer and served massive portions of food. The beer came on long wooden serving plates and you could drink yourself through their different varieties. I love beer! We drank and got pretty drunk. I forgot my dark secret for a while. Next to the bathroom was a breathalyzer. You put some money in and it measures you alcohol. I managed to hit 0.2% and was feeling accordingly. The guys were in an excellent mood, but I had enough. My brain was telling me to go to sleep and my cock told me that there was nothing to get here. On the rare occasion where the two agree, one should follow their advice. It was a big of a hike back to the subway, so I went on grindr and chatted up a few guys. Everyone seemed to be out and about. I debated whether I should join any of them, but instead jumped on the subway and looked for gay places in Schoeneberg. As I sat on the train, I skimmed some of the descriptions of various gay businesses, and noticed quite a few nasty ones. My cock got hard. Just then I looked up only to see the subway doors were closing and that I had missed the station at which I had intended to disembark. 'Fuck', I thought. More walking. Anyhow, I got off at the next station and Google maps to show me the way. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a sign 'The Bull'. I just read about this place. It sounded like one of the nastiest cruising places in Berlin. My cock jumped, and I brain was screaming no, but the alcohol made me listen to my cock. Securing my my cards and most of my money in my socks, I walked into 'The Bull'. The place wasn't particularly crowded, so I ordered a beer and scanned the room. Most of the patrons were middle aged men, drunk and horny. I smiled, finished my drink and disappeared into the darkroom. On my way in I passed a guy who was wearing only leather chaps. A beautiful tattoo was depicted on his torso, above his cock. A bio-hazard sign. Fuck that was hot. He turned around and followed me in. In a corner, I went on my knees and started to suck his cock. My eyes fixed on the tattoo in the dim light and my nose almost hitting it with every deep throat. He moaned, inhaled from a small bottle and held it under my nose. I started feeling the same sensation as the night before. I took of my shirt and threw it into the corner. Another cock appeared. The guy must have been at least 50. When I hesitated, Bio-hazard guy took my mouth and forced it onto the other guy's cock, which was rock hard. The cock tasted great, especially as he was drooling lots of precum. My cock was also rock hard and also leaking precum, although my precum was being absorbed by my jock strap. Bio-hazard guy helped my in taking off my pants while I was sucking the old guy so there I was, on my knees, in my jockstrap and my sneakers, sucking two cocks. Bio-hazard guy started fingering my hole, using some lube he found somewhere. “Are you poz?” I managed to mumble a reply of sorts while sucking the two cocks. "You're not?” “No, I am not.” “Oh well, don’t worry about it. It will be fine.” With that he lifted my ass and pushed his cock in. It felt amazing and I couldn’t control myself, moaning loudly. The old guy smiled, and placed a small bottle under my nose, encouraging me to take a hit, whispering "You like poz cocks, don’t you, you little slut?” “Fuck yeah” was all I could manage. “Take my poz babies, you hot little slut” bio-hazard guy almost shouted as he exploded in my ass. Before I could straighten up, the old guy pushed his cock in me and started fucking. Bio-hazard guy, meanwhile, left without a word. However, he must have told the guys back in the bar, because before the old guy could unload, a group of guys arrived. They opened their pants, wanked and lined-up. Some made me suck them first, while others went straight for my hole. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Load after load was dumped in my hole. In between popper rushes, I completely lost my sense of time. My hole started hurting, but all I could moan was “more lube.” A guy stepped forward wanked and sprayed his load over my hole while another guy was fucking me, laughingly remarking “Here you go.” More guys came in. Some had a look and left, while others joined the crowd. Eventually, however, it seemed as if they were all done: the last guy dumped his load and left, I was exhausted, and in looking around noticed the old guy was still there. “What a hot little neg slut you are! You just took 13 loads. I have no idea how many of them were poz, but hopefully it is your lucky number.” With that he strolled-out. I rested for a second and waited for the poppers to clear my head. I couldn’t find my clothes, and panicking, searched everywhere for them. Nothing. So I walked out to the bar and asked the bar man if he had any suggestions. He was obviously expecting me, as without a word he handed me an envelope in which I found a hand-written note, a 50 EUR note and, thank God, my phone. The hand-written note read “Byy yourself some new clothes - for the new you!” What just happened? The time on my phone said 5:15 AM. The sun was about to rise and I had nothing but my jockstrap for a 600 meter walk. I ordered a whiskey, finished it and left the bar. Somehow, I enjoyed the walk. I hadn’t cum, was still drunk and it was pleasantly warm. The receptionist just smiled at me, I slipped into the elevator made it into the room without anyone else noticing me. Looking into the mirror I took measure of myself: for some reason, my hair was covered in cum or something, my jock was wet with precum, and my hairy legs and pieces of dried and half dried cum were sticking everywhere on my body. I was a slut! I knew that as soon as I blew my load I would panic, that I would feel disgusted and might even run to the hospital. But I honestly didn’t want to. I jumped into bed the way I was. Let tomorrow be the day of worries. This day I was a cumdump. I was my true self.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 2- This is What Sissys Are Made For: We drove until the sun was starting to peak over the horizon and forced its way between the gaps in the blinds of the back window of the RV. Pa had shot a couple good loads inside me and knew how to open an ass up to take his thick, long dick. Well before he shot his first load I was pushing my ass back, wanting him deeper, needing him closer, I had to have him inside me. I didn’t understand what I was feeling but Pa told me, told me I was just a sissy cunt and all that sissies were good for was taking dick – any dick – any way they wanted. Still, wave after wave of guilt kept crashing over me – guilt over what had happened at the camp ground, guilt of doing something I knew was wrong, guilt for liking it. Brett pulled the RV into a parking lot, Pa got off me, they talked for a minute, then Pa threw on a wife beater, shorts, and left the RV. Brett walked to the back, smiled, took the joint out of the ashtray and lit it up, then sat on the bed. I figured this was my chance so I slid off the bed and asked if I could use the bathroom. As I did I grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor but Brett snatched them from me and laughed, “Sissies stay naked.” I was shocked at what came out of my ass when I used the little RV toilet and felt like crying again. I knew that wouldn’t do me any good so I wiped off and looked around for something I might be able to hit him with. Nothing. I stepped out of the little bathroom and as the door opened towards the bed area I knew that was my only shot. However, Brett was standing between me and the RV’s front door and from the look in his eyes I could tell he knew what I was planning. He just blew some smoke my way, pointed to the bed, and I shuffled on back and climbed back up on the wet and stained cover. Brett offered me the joint, I figured what the hell and minutes later I was bouncing up and down on Brett’s dick. Pa returned a bit later, took another turn on my ass, Brett too, and then they let me sleep even though it was hard because my ass hurt and ached so much and my mind was racing. It didn’t feel like I had been asleep long at all when I was shaken awake by Brett who tossed me some shorts and a torn up t-shirt, and handed me a glass of water. I drank it down, asked for something to eat, but Pa pushed his way in and said, “No, not yet. Need you clean and so far so good, but just to make sure.” I didn’t know what they meant, but soon found out. I stumbled out of the RV, shielding my eyes against the hot morning sun. Pa grabbed my arm and steered me past a beat up, tan colored sedan to a glass door in the middle of the strip mall marked ROXIES – ADULT VIDEOS. I quickly looked around and saw signs for a truck stop, a couple motels, gas stations and stuff so guessed we were still on the interstate highway. The door and windows to Roxies were all covered in a gray, shiny material to keep out prying eyes. Pa rapped on the door and shifted the green gym bag he was carrying to his other hand. We waited. He rapped again. The locks turned, several of them, and slowly the door opened and Pa shoved me forward, Brett following. I looked around, shocked by the adult sex toys, videos, and costumes I saw. I had never been in such a place and couldn’t believe such a thing was allowed, but I had learned in the past hours much happened in the big world I never could have imagined. “So, what brings your sorry ass back to these parts of the bayou?” a deep voice boomed from behind us. I turned to see the guy who had unlocked the door and let us in and saw a giant of a black man standing there. He smiled, nodded at me, turned to Pa and said “Well, tell me why the fuck I shouldn’t knock your teeth out right now you worthless piece of shit?” Pa laughed nervously, pushed me forward and said, “Curtis, Curtis, I know the last time I saw you things did not go as planned.” Curtis yelled, “Not go as planned? You fucking thief. Took my dope. Took my cash. Fuck.” Pa chuckled, “I know, I know and I’ve been trying to find a way to pay you back. I think I have found it.” Pa roughly pushed me to Brett who wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulled me tight, and smiled. Pa and Curtis stepped off to the side and spoke in a hushed tone. Curtis looked at me, shook his head, and headed towards the back. Pa, Brett, and I followed through a beaded curtain that covered a door under a XXX neon sign, down a long hallway with booths on each side. The smell of piss, cum, and fuck knows what else was overpowering. I could see used condoms, wads of toilet paper, pools of dried cum, and more filth all over the floor. We walked to the back, turned right, and Curtis unlocked a door and let us in to his office. There was several shelves of equipment and electronics stuff on one wall, Curtis began flipping switches, machines started to whirr, and the hallway we just walked down came to life with animalistic sounds. “You two, give us a few minutes, we have some business to discuss. I am sure you can find a way to keep yourselves occupied but don’t wander far,” Pa said as he handed Curtis the green gym bag, snatched a Ziploc bag full of gold coins off a shelf and tossed them to Brett before he ushered Brett and I out the office door and closed it tight. Brett smiled, laughed, and said, “Come on, bet you ain’t never seen nothing like this.” He was right. As we walked back down the hallway there were TV screens in each little room that had now sprung to life, all of them playing porn, and the animalistic sounds of fucking and hardcore sex echoed louder and louder. Brett stepped into a booth, shimmied out of his shorts, his long dick was instantly hard and dripping while he set the bag of gold coins on the metal folding chair in the corner and then fed a handful of them into a slot by the TV monitor and started pushing buttons. “See, until you put in the tokens you can’t really watch nothing,” Brett explained, “The videos just flip from scene to scene quick like just to tease you. But then once you pay up, BAM, you get to choose. Come on, which one do you like.” I stepped into the booth and was disgusted by the stench and being there felt wrong, but the sight of Brett’s dick bobbing in excitement was irresistible. I reached out to jack Brett’s dick but he batted my hand away, laughed and said, “No fucking way. Come on, let me fuck you. This shit’s wild right? I promise, I will go easy and it will take me no time at all to bust.” I hesitated. My ass still hurt like hell from before, by my senses were being overloaded and my dick was aching, so I nodded, shucked my shorts down which Brett kicked into a dirty corner, let Brett turn me so I braced myself just to the side of the TV screen, and stared in wonder as I watched a monster black dick fuck a white woman bareback. I yelped and startled forward as Brett pushed his dick in, but he held me tight and started pumping in rhythm to the black man on the TV as I jacked my dick. I couldn’t believe that woman could take such a big dick, and even though it seemed to hurt her, you could also tell by her face she loved it. Brett was saying something, I don’t know what, my mind was so busy focused on the black dick on the screen as a hunger I had never known before took hold. “See, I told you they would keep themselves entertained,” Pa’s voice said from the doorway behind us. I craned my neck and saw him standing there with Curtis, both smiling, and Brett paid them no mind and kept right on fucking me. “Hurry it up,” Pa said and right on cue Brett started shaking and saying he was cumming, he then slid his dick out of me and I turned in shame and reached for my shorts and tried not to look at their faces. Curtis said to Pa, “I’ll call you, and no worries. I can make it happen. I don’t know exactly how long, each boy is different, so just go do what you do and between the delivery you brought and this little gift you can consider all debts you owe me paid.” Pa nodded, said, “Come on,” and headed towards the front of the store, Brett in a trot right behind him. I quickly pulled up my shorts but Curtis gripped my arm with his mammoth hand and said in a voice laced with danger, “Not another step. You’re staying right here with me for a bit. Safer that way all things considered don’t you think after what happened? Now, just entertain yourself a second, I’ll be right back.” My mind raced as Curtis swaggered down the hallway towards the store front. What did he mean? Where was Pa and Brett going? Pa said he would never let me go. What the hell was I thinking! That asshole had kidnapped me so this was my out, my chance to get back home. I glanced back down the hall and did not see Curtis, so I slowly started to walk the other way back towards his office. There must be a back door, another way out. I tried a few closed doors that were locked. No luck. I turned and walked quickly towards his office and peered in hoping I might see an exit sign. Just as I cautiously stepped inside the office I was roughly grabbed from behind and yanked backwards. “WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?” Curtis screamed as he spun me around, “IF I SAY STAY, YOU STAY YOU FUCKING CUNT. COME HERE.” Curtis continued screaming at me as he tossed me from side to side against the walls, all the while dragging me back down the hallway. He threw me full force back into the booth I had been in with Brett and the gold coins scattered over the floor as I crashed into the folding chair. I tried to get up but Curtis kicked me in my side, making me double over as the fucker had boots on. He reached down beside me, scooped up two fistfuls of coins and started feeding them into the slot. The PING PING PING of the coins dropping was like a countdown. Curtis reached down, wadded my t-shirt around his fist, lifted me off the floor with one hand, pulled my shorts down with the other and threw me against the wall. I saw a flash of naked skin as he pulled me up and was struck with the realization he had dropped his pants. I tried to step back, to get away, but he slammed me back against the wall with his forearm across the back of my neck and screamed, “YOU NEVER WANT TO DISOBEY ME, UNDERSTAND?” I didn’t say anything so Curtis moved his arm, grabbed my head and slammed it into the wall making me see stars, “I FUCKING ASKED YOU A QUESTION – DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I squeaked out a yes, Curtis released my head, and I closed my eyes to fight the tears that were coming freely now, knowing this was all just some fucking nightmare. Curtis then grabbed my left wrist and twisted my arm behind my back making me cry out. He grabbed my right arm too, crossed it over my left, and held them both in the vise of his left hand as he yanked me backwards so I was facing the TV monitor and the video of the black man fucking the white woman. Curtis slammed my body and face back into the wall, twisted his vice grip on my arms and lifted them back and up so I was almost on my tip toes, my hips and ass pushed back a little as I fought to keep my balance. “I SAW HOW YOU WERE LOOKING AT THAT BLACK DICK. I KNOW THAT LOOK. ALL THE WHITE BITCHES GET THAT LOOK WHEN THEY SEE A REAL NICCA FOR THE FIRST TIME. YOU FUCKING SISSY CUNT. AIN’T WORTH NOTHING YET, NOTHING AT ALL, NOT UNTIL YOU HAD SOME GOOD BLACK DICK RIPPING THOSE WALLS. TAKE THIS FUCKING DICK, TAKE IT – THIS IS WHAT SISSYS ARE MADE FOR!!” The pain was unbearable as Curtis raped my ass using Brett’s fresh load to pave the way for him. His gigantic black dick went deeper and deeper, inch after inch, and the deeper he went, the louder Curtis screamed, “THIS IS WHAT SISSYS ARE MADE FOR!!” Curtis slammed my head against the wall one last time, then grabbed my throat with his left hand and pulled me tight against his body as he bellowed with release. I could feel his dick twist and quiver in my ass as he cummed and was amazed at the sensation, as well as fact that that at that moment it felt – well I guess it felt perfect. Curtis was breathing hard, his grip still tight when he said, “What do you say sissy?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, he squeezed my throat tighter and said, “What do you SAY?” I managed in barely a whisper, “Thank you,” which were the magic words as he relaxed his grip on my throat, his dick slowly slid out of my ass, and hot cum and ass juice and some blood ran down my legs. “I just took you from 0 to 60 – fucking sissy cunt,” Curtis growled, “Get on your knees, clean my dick.” I turned and looked at him like he was fucking crazy, his dick was just up my ass, no fucking way. Curtis’ mammoth hand pushed my head back against the wall, his breath hot on my face as he growled low and menacing, “I had hoped you would have learned quickly that when I say something I mean it. Do I need to repeat myself?” He let go of me, I kneeled, and in the shifting light from the porn on the screen got my first, close look at his dick. I had not seen many dicks in real life, but it was crystal clear to me so far that they all were shaped and looked pretty different. Curtis’ dick was long, thick, and reminded me of a torpedo with a big rounded head. The skin of his shaft was shiny and wet and the head was covered in gobs off ass funk, but I opened my mouth and slowly began to slide my tongue up and down his dirty dick. The taste was one I had never experienced before, even sucking Pa and Brett. Maybe it was the mix of the cum up my ass, or the blood, I didn’t know. Curtis jumped a little when I tongued the slit of his dick head, I held his shaft and watched in wonder as a golden glob of cum started to push its way out. I lapped it up, savored the taste of this man, and wanted more. Once he was satisfied, Curtis stepped back, pulled up his pants and said, “Come on.” I stood up, brushed my knees off, grabbed a piece of crusty paper towel from the floor and wiped the worst of the slime running down my legs, which only left a set of racing stripes. I dropped the towel in disgust and followed Curtis back to his office. He sat in the big chair by his desk, reached over, grabbed a joint from his ash tray and lit it up and blew the smoke my way. Curtis just glared at me and I was not sure what to do, so I just sat in the folding chair to the side of his desk and waited. Whatever he was smoking smelled different than what Pa and Brett had smoked, I sniffed a couple times, Curtis smiled and said, “You want to hit this? This is laced kush, not that 420 cheap shit those two gave you. No you better not, not yet anyways. We’ll get to that later. Time for you to fucking listen up, but first, give me your arm.” I didn’t understand and Curtis yelled, “HOLD OUT YOUR FUCKING ARM, CHRIST!” So I did, he grabbed my wrist hard with his left hand, swiveled his chair a little and rolled it a bit in front of me, then with his right hand he then held up a syringe and I started to freak. “If you fucking move understand I will beat the fuck out of you. Or, you can do what I say, sit fucking still, and trust me. This is just a little something to help you relax, that’s all. OK?” I licked my lips, nodded my head, and even though every cell in my body urged me to flee, I just watched as Curtis slowly took the syringe, pressed the needle against my arm, pushed the liquid contents into my vein, then released my wrist and folded my arm back. “See,” Curtis said, “Nothing at all. You should just feel a little calmer, more relaxed.” He was right. I felt a bit flushed, but it was like the whole world just fell away and there was nothing at all but me and him, sitting there, just that moment. Curtis smiled and I thought how handsome he was. Not cute like Brett, just handsome. Rugged. A real man. I tried to focus on what he was saying, “… and don’t expect roses and romance. You’re just a hole, a piece of meet, so repeat after me, ‘I’m a sissy cunt.’ Good, now ‘I am a hole for any dick’, that’s it. Let me tell you, you got a great cunt on you and I am going to enjoy our time together for sure. Its not often my balls be trying to climb out, but with you – WHEW – damn. OK, let me hear you again, ‘I’m a sissy cunt’ keep saying that for me.” My eyes never left his face as I kept repeating ‘I’m a sissy cunt’ and Curtis’ smile got wider and wider each time I said it. He rolled his desk chair so he was sitting directly in front of me, reached out and with both hands behind my head pulled me towards him and began kissing me. I had never kissed a man before and began to whimper in joy and the amazing sensation. I tried to kiss him back, but Curtis stopped, stood up, and asked, “What’s your name?” What’s my name? What did that have to do with anything. “My name is Mikey,” I said. SLAM. I reeled back in the chair, my head hitting the wall as Curtis hit me. Holy fuck! He loomed over me, a sneer replacing that smiling face that had just been kissing me, his voice no longer soft and assuring, but sharp as he asked again, “What’s your name?” Curtis’s hand was outstretched, ready to strike, I swallowed hard, tasting blood where I had bit my tongue, my mind racing, and I trembled, prepared to be hit again but said, “I’m a sissy cunt?” The seconds seemed to stretch forever as I waited. Slowly Curtis lowered his hand, he smiled once again, I flinched as he leaned in, but he just wanted to kiss me. I was so glad I had pleased him and eagerly kissed him back. Our kiss was broken as Curtis pulled away, relit his blunt, unbuttoned his pants and released his angry dick. He pointed to the desk and I was not sure what he wanted so I looked up, confusion and fear showing on my face as I knew he might hit me again. Curtis shook his head back and forth as he pushed a pile of papers to the side clearing a spot on the end and then said, “Fuck. You got a lot to learn. Get your ass up on the desk.” I sat on the edge of the desk, the cold metal cutting into my thighs and then I suddenly realized I was probably making a spot with my wet ass so prepared to jump down when Curtis put his hand on my chest, “Stay there, now lean back and support yourself with your left elbow. Yeah that’s it, leave your left leg down, and relax – fucking relax I said – give me your right leg.” Curtis then lifted my right leg high, edged closer to me, shifted my body a little, then slowly pressed his raw dick back in my exposed hole. I put my hand on his body to try to silently ask him to stop, but the deeper his dick went, the more he lowered his body over me so I was wedged between him and his desk. As Curtis began slow stroking my hole he said in the calmest, most reassuring voice, “I learned many things during two tours in Afghanistan. To rule a man you must crush his will and there is very little real difference between terror, love, discipline, desire, repulsion, the need to fight and the need to obey.” Curtis angled his dick a little to his right, really hitting my gut walls and making me feel like he was ripping my insides out with every stroke. I winced, and whimpered a little, but was determined not to make him angry with any complaints. “THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO BREAK A PERSON, TO MAKE THEM YOURS, AND I WILL BREAK YOU. TODAY WAS JUST A START YOU SISSY CUNT, WE HAVE SO MUCH FARTHER TO GO. I WILL ASSAULT YOUR BODY, MIND, SOUL, THE VERY ESSENCE OF WHO YOU ARE. YOU WILL QUESTION EVERYTHING, TRUST NOTHING, AND YOU WILL BE PUNISHED – AND REWARDED WHEN YOU ARE A GOOD SISSY CUNT. THERE IS NO GOING BACK, THAT IS YOUR LIFE NOW, HMMMM……THAT IS YOUR LIFE NOW……YESSS….YESSSS…..” Curtis held me in that position for a while as he dug deep up my ass and the pain continued to get worse and worse. I wanted this over, I wanted this to stop. I wanted it to all end, I wanted him to cum, so every time he slid his dick back inside me I said, “I’m a sissy cunt. I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” I truly didn’t believe that yet – but before Curtis was done with me I would. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 3: Welcome to Harold’s World **This series contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Glasgow Tales 3. Previously… I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. As he pulled out I looked at the time – it was 6.45pm. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I about to be late for an appointment with my hopefully new landlords. I’d just had the fuck of my life from a sleazy Spaniard dealer called Pedro and now I was desperately trying to get sober, get showered and get out from his place to run down to this new room I was hoping to rent. The ironic thing was I was hoping to get this room to keep an eye on a mate of mine who was in a bit of a drug spiral – was that real ironic or Alanis Morrissette “ironic”? So how does someone get sober from coke in less than five minutes? Fucked if I know. I had Pedro, who was chuckling to himself, looking up Yahoo Answers for it, but half the answers were preachy fuckwits saying you deserved what you got, and the other half telling me to meditate and not drink coffee. Without time for a shower, Pedro’s cum still in my ass and still not having cum yet, I pulled on my bag and my jacket and headed for the door. Pedro looked up from his phone and said “hey chico, here take this, it might help you calm down a bit”. He tossed me a spliff, which I pocketed, and then, as I was heading out the door, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it down to the shaft of his once-more growing cock and said “then bring that white pussy back to me when you’re finished with your guy. I have a guy lined up tonight, but I’m not through with that ass”. “You’re on” I replied and left, taking the stairs down two at a time. In my coke haze I made good time across the city until I was at the door of Bill’s place (and hopefully soon “my place”, if I made a good impression). Bill answered the door in a rugby shirt and running shorts. At 6”2 with bristly black hair that grew everywhere (the backs of his fingers were like little forests), Bill could be seen as intimidating, but only if you didn’t know him. The local rough types steered clear of him, but for me, I had grown up with him in Skye and remembered the geeky Super-Mario fanatic he was (and still is). I found it hard to see him as anything but a lovable stoner. Speaking of which, he stank of weed. “Dude” I said, wrinkling my nose, “you reek of weed and your landlords are due to meet me here any moment”. He laughed and said “relax, it’ll only be a quick chat I’d say, anyways I’m out for a jog, so you’ve the place to yourself” With that, he pushed past me, giving me the thumbs up, and headed down the road. With Bill gone I looked around the house – it was an old Georgian redbrick that had seen better days. The room I’d be renting was at the back above the kitchen. The kitchen being the only social room in the shared house – the landlords Davie and Blair who lived about five streets away in a decidedly nicer part of town, had converted the living room to another bedroom while they worked on earning enough money to do up the entire place. So the garden was a jungle, all the rooms smelled a little damp, even now in the middle of summer, and it was a good thing they had Bill there, cause he was the only one who was handy enough to keep the whole place from falling apart. All in all there were five bedrooms in the place, all dirt cheap. Top floor there was Bill’s master bedroom where I hung out many a night getting stoned. Across the hall there was a rail-electrician who worked nights and who I’d never met. Bill, in his more paranoid stoner moments, was convinced the guy was a cop on a stake-out. Then there was a split-level with the room for rent and a bathroom. The bathroom-door had a post-it note on it currently, asking people to remember to flush. That would be Sabine, the passive aggressive bitch of a girlfriend to Stefan. The German couple shared a bedroom downstairs and Stefan would often creep up to Bill’s room late at night to have a quick joint after his girlfriend fell asleep. We all wondered why he stayed with her, she must have been a demon in the sack. We used to have fun seeing how many of her post-it notes Bill could make her write in a day. Lastly there was Emmett, who was a “murse” – a male nurse, and who Bill (mainly because of his job) suspected was a fag. Like the guy upstairs, he kept night shifts and I’d never met him. Wondering what to do – it was 7.05pm and my eyes were still rolling my head from the coke-high, I went down to the kitchen and put on the kettle. The kitchen was full of post-it notes again “Who ate my cheese???”, “This is SABINE and STEFAN’s milk!!!” and the classic “Who left these dirty dishes here???” We wondered what would happen if we ever pushed her past a fourth question mark. I decided to make enough tea for everyone and took off my jacket to get comfortable. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the door. “Hello?” I heard a voice call from the hall, as two guys came into the house. The first guy to come was dressed in biker gear – all black leather. As he took off his motorbike helmet I saw he had a shaved head and was in his late forties – weathered, brown eyes with a little hint of grey stubble but well built with a broad frame and serious muscle under all that leather – this must be Blair – the older of the two. As we made eye contact I saw the second man behind him come into view. This must be Davie I thought, as the younger man (about mid thirties) pulled off his leather jacket. He was wearing a fitted checked shirt and one of those Che Guevara green caps over ear-length curly hair. As he turned and his bright blue eyes made contact with mine, all I could think was “fuck, I’m in love”. Bill never mentioned his landlords were fucking hot! As the two came into the kitchen I shook their hands and we sat down for some tea. I kept stealing glances at the two of them when I thought they wouldn’t notice. Blair was seriously buff and after removing his biker jacket, he was just wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt to complement his leather pants. His gym-work must have been impeccable cause every inch of his skin on display was an anatomy lesson. Davie was a slimmer but still had a gym-fit build with pale skin like mine, and his face looked like it had been lifted off a Caravaggio or one of those painters. Those bouncy curls that framed his face with its gorgeous cheekbones... I realised noone had talked in a while, and they were looking at me expectantly. “Um so yeah” I started “I’ve known Bill from when we were kids” I could see the two exchange curious glances. “Stuart”, Davie quietly said, “we were asking you what you did for money?” “Oh right” I replied, “I’m currently working a landscape gardening company. It’s just me and my boss Angus”. (Ok, relax Stuart – I thought – you don’t have to give them your life story). “We do a lot of the gardens in the area. It keeps the wolf from the door while I’m figuring out what to do next, and keeps me fit too – I mean, just look at these guns” as I flexed my biceps. (Oh wait – did I actually just say that?) – I caught up with myself – it was like my mouth was running two speeds faster than my brain. (Quick! Laugh it off and move on!) “Ahem, but I am planning to go back to college in a year and work on a PhD in horticulture” –(ok slow down), I continued “maybe do some work with the Botanic Gardens and so anyways I had to move to be closer to work, Angus is a real slave-driver (seriously dude, slow the fuck down) and Bill mentioned there was a room going here, he just let me in just before you came, he hasn’t given me a key or anything”. Davie laughed a little nervously, his eyes twinkling as he reached across the table to me “Relax, Stuart”, he said, “I can tell since we’ve given you little notice to meet us and you’re probably a bit nervous” His whole look was that of a trendy student-professor type, I think he said he worked in Caledonian or one of the others. His hand gently touched my forearm. “now tell me, why are you all wired up?” (Fuck he knows!) “Did Bill really give you such a terrible impression of us?” (Oh nevermind). I laughed and distractedly patted my hand on Davie’s. “Sorry guys, you’re right, you caught me at a bad time – I had to race across town from another meeting, and I guess my body’s still in that Speedy-Gonzales-mode”. Blair’s eyebrows raised and he shot a look to Davie. He asked “So where was it you were coming from, lad?” “Oh, em, a sorta friend I guess” I replied. “And does this “sorta friend” have a name?” Blair continued. (Why all of a sudden did I feel like I was back in Skye being asked who I was meeting by my parents, when I going off to blow the vicar’s son Aldous – but that’s another story). “His name’s Pedro” I replied, “he’s a new acquaintance I guess”. Blair and Davie smiled back at me “ah, that sorta friend” Blair laughed. Davie smirked “I knew you were gay the second…” he took a breath “the second Bill told us on the phone”. They both broke out laughing. Smug bastards. “Well we’re sorry we interrupted your budding sorta-friendship”. I laughed too, they seemed to get me. I piped up, “and to answer your question Davie, Bill did not give me a terrible impression and he definitely didn’t tell me how fit you guys are! When I think of a pair of gay landlords I would never have thought of the pair of you – I see ye both as gym instructors maybe” I quipped (ok – tone it down Stuart). Davie looked at Blair and said “well, flattery will get you everywhere!” Standing up, he said “well we should really show you the room, before you make poor Pedro jealous” With that we went up the stairs to the room. The narrow room was pretty bare with a bed and mattress in to the right as you opened the door. To the left was a wardrobe and chest of drawers with an ashtray on it and after that a sink. The room’s real feature was its Georgian windows facing out over the garden and an original fireplace – vital for keeping the place warm in winter. Davie was just finishing “and when we renovate, that’s where the pelmet will be”. I was not looking at where he was pointing (what the fuck is a pelmet anyway?) but at the gap of pale skin he left exposed from his fitted check shirt to his cords. Was that line a cum-gutter? Nice six-pack Davie! And the lad was obviously packing too from the way he was standing. ‘Stuart?” Davie asked me, smiling as I tore my eyes away from his crotch, “ I was asking you if you were had a boyfriend or anything? The room might be a bit small for a couple” “Oh, no” I replied, “just a few sorta friends” I joked. Blair was standing behind me, and reached over me to pick up the ashtray. I could smell his spicy aftershave and thought – If I can smell them, are they smelling Pedro right now…? “Looks like Bill’s been smoking his wacky-baccy in here again” Blair said as he emptied the ashtray. Davie smirked, “Fuck I’d kill for a joint right now” Blair replied “Fuck, I’d fuck for a joint right now” I laughed at the two of them and then I thought of the joint that Pedro left me. Blair lifted up my jacket that he’d brought from the kitchen. “Looking for something?” he asked, and with that he pushed me onto the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked mock-innocent, Blair pulled out the giant joint that Pedro gave me. “What do you call this laddy?” he barked. “You don’t honestly think we hadn’t realised you’ve been fucked up the entire time you’ve been here?” Davie sat down beside me and put his hands on either side of my face “Honestly, Stuart! Your eyes are as big as plates. Look at me for a second”. I was freaking the fuck out. “Wait”, I gasped, “I can explain”. I looked up to see Blair and Davie saying something about “are we doing this?” I immediately thought “this” was “calling the police”. “Guys, wait, look I’m sorry” I appealed to them, “You’re right I’ve been a bit stoned since I came here” I lied, “I thought it would calm me down, but it’s wound me up instead and now I’ve made a balls of the interview” I stood up and turned to the two of them on the bed. “Please, if there’s anyway I can “unfuck-up” this meeting let me know” Blair and Davie looked at each other and smiled. Blair turned to me and said “So you think you can come into our home, and get baked and flirt shamelessly with the two of us, all for what – to get a room?” “No” I denied, “I honestly just want to live with Bill – he’s been a friend from childhood and we get on well – I’m never normally this baked – I just got stoned with Pedro on a new strain of weed, and I guess I didn’t react well to it” Davie pulled out a lighter and lit up the spliff in Blair’s hands, he asked “is this the same weed Stuart?” as Blair took a deep drag. “So let’s see what effect it has” Davie continued and with that took a drag himself, his perfect lips drawing in the fumes, his blue eyes holding eye-contact with me before disappearing in the exhaled smoke. “Fuck, that’s strong stuff” Blair muttered, then asked “so what else did you and your stoner friend Pedro get up to?” I gulped, I knew where this conversation was going – at least I thought I did. Davie knelt up on the bed, all the while staring straight at me. He whispered something to Blair, who, laughing, said “yeah that’s a good idea”. As they were talking I realised just how fucked up I was, my knees were actually full-on trembling! “Stuart” Blair asked, “I want you to show us what you did with your friend Pedro, what happened first?” I hesitantly replied “um, I know Pedro through a fuck-buddy of mine”, I took a deep breath, and thought - well here goes nothing, “I went to his apartment at 4 o’ clock and the door was ajar. He was kneeling on the bed waiting for me, smoking a spliff” “Like this?” Blair interrupted and kneeled up on the bed beside Davie, taking a drag of the spliff, and then released it and asked “and what did you do?” Both watched me intently like cats that have their prey cornered and are just waiting for the right time to pounce. “Fuck this” I thought to myself, “go balls deep or go home” and facing my landlords, I quickly pulled off my top, slid off my underwear and trousers and stepped naked in front of them. “Then I sucked his cock” I said, and knelt down in front of them, licking my lips. Davie’s cords took no time to unbutton, and sure enough he was sporting a sizable cock at about 7 inches but almost that again in girth – a proper coke can cock. As I knelt and freed his cock I looked into both of their eyes. They were just as mesmerised by the scene as I was. Freeing Blair’s cock took a little more time – one-handed while stroking Davie’s cock it took a while to get the strong zip on the Blair’s leather pants down. It was then I realised they were shaved their pubes. I took Davie’s cock in my mouth while looking up at both of them. I ran my fingers over the day-old stubble up to their hard firm stomachs. Davie took a pull of the joint and then passed it down to me. After taking a toke I swapped over to Blair’s dick. He too was about 7 inches but not as thick as Davie and with a bright purple head. Blair pulled up his tight black t-shirt up revealing his abs and pecs as I swallowed his cock down to the root. Davie started to play with Blair’s obviously enhanced nipples and he shuddered as I picked up pace. “The boy sure knows how to suck cock” he said, eyes closed with one hand grabbing the back of my head. He then started bucking into my mouth. I gagged a little but went with it, loving how full my mouth was feeling. Meanwhile Davie bent down to help me with Blair’s cock, and we battled it out with our mouths over it – making a tunnel for it between our mouths, and then we found ourselves kissing passionately. I was kissing Davie, Bill’s insanely hot landlord, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands over his smooth pale chest. His pillowy lips engulfed mine and his tongue rose up to enter my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his crystal blues staring straight back at me. I felt this odd surge of emotion through me and it felt like Davie was feeling it as well. When I went down on Davie’s cock, Blair came around behind me and whispered two things into my ears, “We knew you were high as soon as you started babbling in the kitchen” and “we know it’s not just weed you’re on”. Then he grabbed my hair and started vigorously throat-fucking Davie with my head. I nearly fucking choked, there were tears running down my face. “You want this room don’t you Stuart, but you need to convince us why we should give a junkie like you a chance”, he then leaned forward and looking me in the eyes he licked the tears from my face. “I’ll be your new fucking landlord, is that what you want?” Blair whispered in my ears as he jerked his lover off with my mouth. “What else are you on Stuart? You can tell me” “Omghfjhddf” is all I could manage to say – as my mouth was quite obviously in use. “What’s that?” Davie asked, jerking back my head off of his cock. I gasped for air, and ’fessed up, “I did some coke with Pedro, it was my first time, he said I’d be sober by the time I got to you”. Davie looked at Blair, they both blinked a few times and then erupted in laughter. “Right” Blair said, “where’s this Pedro live? We’re gonna pay him a visit someday, but not before I get my first load out. Davie, prepare the boy” Davie looked at me, and grinned and said “well done Stuart, you’ve done the right thing telling us”, and then scooted to my ass and shortly shouted up “Looks like Pedro’s done some damage here” and then I felt Davie’s tongue dive between my cheeks looking for the foamy traces of Pedro’s load. Blair shoved me onto his cock as his partner licked me clean of Pedro’s seed. I deep throated Blair’s cock for all I was worth, banging my face on his defined abs and reach a hand up to play with his pumped up nips. Davie came up for air and got up on the bed facing away from me. “Get down on my lover’s ass boy” Blair barked and with no hesitation I dove right in. Even though he had looks like an angel, Davie had a well-worn hole that had seen some traffic – This was no young twink I was playing with. He opened quickly to my tongue and I licked off all the sweat of his day from him. Taking my cue from Pedro’s lingering ass-play I used my jaw and worked fingers into my routine. Davie was toking the remains of the spliff and grinding his ass back into me, loving the extra-special attention while reaching back to grab my cock. It didn’t really work so he turned around and ducked under me 69 style, presenting his hole to me while engulfing my cock. While I started to rim Davie, Blair had been tasting Pedro out of my ass. When Davie switched up the positions on the mattress, Blair spoke up “I think the young slut has had coke up his ass – I can taste it”. I chuckled at this point and said “yeah you got me Blair, now will you shove something else up there?” Blair chuckled “Oh, ya finally grew a bit of a spine did ya?” I just reached back with both hands and pulled my cheeks further apart. “Hang on lad” Blair said, “I’ll destroy ye, take a hit of this first” and passed me on some poppers he obviously had had on him the entire time. After a little bit of rearranging and me fumbling with the plastic seal for a bit, we were finally set. I was doggy-style diagonally across the corner of the bed sticking out into the centre of the room. Davie was under me, sucking Blair’s and my cock at the same time. I took the first hit off of the newly opened bottle. The room started to spin a bit as I reached back to give them to Blair. Moments later when he had his hit and passed them on to Davie, I felt Blair’s cockhead at my asshole. At this stage the poppers were properly lighting up inside me and added to the weed and coke my ass was on fire. Blair (with Davie’s guidance), got his cock about halfway up when I needed another hit of poppers. I kept thinking this would have been easier with a bit more lube than what Pedro left. This time I said down to Davie, “I’m gonna finger your ass, and I want you to guide Blair in the same way I’m fingering you”. Then I licked my thumb and taking a deep hit of the poppers I guided it down to Davie’s spit-slick tunnel until I reached halfway, then I started to pull and push slowly working my way deeper into his well fucked hole. Seconds late I felt Blair’s cock push and pull inside me and I smiled, ‘that’s it, yeah!” Working in two more fingers I got the thumb, index and middle finger in to the second knuckle and started to gentle rock them in and out of Davie’s sphincter. Sure enough Davie got Blair to follow suit, and we soon had a decent rhythm going where I’d slow Blair down or speed him up depending on my finger-fucking of his lover. Davie wanted more and more of me in his ass, and his eagerness lead to me increasing the pace of my fingering and thus my own fucking. I’d say Davie had been fisted a few times, and if I had the right lube I would have tried it, but maybe next time. Blair’s cock, lubed with spit and Pedro’s cum, felt massive inside me, I could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of Davie’s mouth and pulled him around to face me. For a few seconds time stood still, as we locked gazes. Then Blair started to shout "oh fuck yeah" as pounded my ass while he came. I held to Davie and passionately kissed him while one handedly getting to cliamx myself. I felt that I could feel every drop of Blair’s juice’s swimming in my gut and while looking into Davie’s wonderful blue eyes, I started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody shuddering orgasm. I came all over Davie’s stomach and he chuckled at my orgasm face. Then, looking down at the jiz he frowned and said “pity, next time I want that inside me”. I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said “does that mean I have the room?”

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

Here's the link, Sub; http://news.bme.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/pubring/people/A10101/gelding.html I'd be keen to have my sack emptied, but I think I'd like to keep my cock and watch it steadily diminish.

Hey everyone. My name is Steve. I am a Bachelor of Business student in the harbor city of Hamburg in Germany. I came out when I was 19 and had my fair share of men over the years (I am now 24) but have always played it safe. While I was fascinated by cum, I thought it was a dangerous fluid which shouldn't touch my lips and best stay in condoms. I never tasted mine or anyone else's for that matter. All that changed when I joined a group of friends in taking a two week vacation in Berlin where we planned to join the Pride (or CSD) festivities. We arrived Friday evening and the four of us, a couple and me and another single guy, checked into the (gay) hotel in the main gay area. The couple got a room for themselves, and the other two of us each got a single room as we wanted to have some fun, so were happy to bear the cost. As it was Friday after all, we decided to go for a couple of drinks to some of the bars around the corner. Reception gave us a map and we started our own little gay pub crawl. Now, I am 5’11, lean, 160 with dark hair and a smooth body. It is a pain in the ass to shave but I love it that way. While I love drinking, I can’t handle very much. My friends however, must have a supercharged liver, because they can handle whatever you throw at them. Tonight, Michael, the other single, decided it was the night of vodka. We drank, vodka straight, vodka cola, vodka red bull and started at the front again. Early on I started struggling, so I stuck with vodka red bull. Michael was calling the rounds and both our eyes wandered around checking out what was on offer. Soon he made some new friends and now we were ordering rounds for six people. While the couple and I were tired, and could barely walk, Michael and his two new friends started kissing, so we made our excuses, called it a night, and made our way back to the hotel. A short distance from the hotel I found I really had to piss. Fortunately we were in front of a pub, so I told the others, ran inside, found the bathroom and relieved myself. Next to the bathroom was a little staircase leading into the cellar. A guy passed the urinal, smiled at me and disappeared into the cellar. I was curious, so I followed him down the staircase. In the cellar were some couches, walls and not much else. Some guys were kissing in the back, and another guy was on his knees giving a blowing two daddies. No, as I said, I had never been in a darkroom, but the red bull and the vodka made me horny enough to stay. A guy approached me, and started feeling my ass, started massaging my back and kissing my neck. It felt great. We started kissing and I could taste a mix of beer, cigarettes (total turn on for me) and something else. He unbuttoned my pants and slowly slit them down my legs. Only then did I remember that I was wearing a jockstrap. His fingers went straight to my butt hole. “What an ass” he whispered. “Mind if I taste it?” Without waiting for a reply his tongue moved pass my neck, my shoulders and my back all the way to my ass. Another guy, he must have been my age, came up, kissed me and started playing with my nipples. My cock was rock hard and leaking. The guy behind me started rimming me. His tongue exploring my ass, deepening and widening my hole, My nipple magician moved my hand towards his bulge. I was amazed by the size. I unbuttoned his pants and at least an eight inch uncut monster jumped at me. Now if there is one thing, I am proud of, it is my oral skills. I don’t swallow cum, but that doesn’t mean I don’t swallow cock. My gag reflex disappeared with my third boyfriend. I took his cock all the way in, and he moaned. I could taste precum immediately. The two daddies who had been kissing in the back came over to watch. They took out their cocks and I started wanking them while sucking my young hung friend. Just then, the rimming stopped and I could feel a cock pressing against my hole. Instinctively, I reached into my pockets and passed a condom to the guy behind me. I heard the it being opened, but suddenly my young hung nipple magician slammed his cock into my throat. Tears were rushing into my eyes. A guy held a bottle under my nose and close one nostril at a time. I was inhaling some weird smell. I started flying. I felt warm, dry and horny. The cock entered my hole and it all felt amazing. He started pounding me, so I had to hold on thighs not to lose the balance. I kept sucking and the guy kept pounding. Every once in a while someone would hold a bottle under my nose and I would lift off again. The guy behind me started moaning. I knew he was close. “Aaaaaahh shit your ass is hot” he moaned as he unloaded in me. One of the guys high-fived him, but before my hole could relax another cock slid in. I lost all plot, and just enjoyed the ride. Soon after the second guy, my young hunk nipple magician couldn’t take it anymore. His cock exploded in my mouth. I was shocked, but the taste was great. For a split second I wanted to spit it out, but he said: “Swallow my babies.” And so I did. The third cock unloaded in me and as it did so, I did as well, shooting all over the floor, probably the biggest load I have ever produced. I am not sure how it is with you guys, but after I shoot, I come to my senses. I panicked. What just happened? The guys looked at me bedazzled. “Are you clean?” I stumbled. My young hung nipple magician looked at the others, and replied ”None of us are, but we are all undetectable. Looks like you got lucky, little fella. But looking at the load you just produced, maybe you got unlucky?” and he grinned. I relaxed, but ran home. Later, laying in bed, I tried to recall everything that just happened. It felt amazing. The connection was amazing. No artificial boundaries. Everyone relaxed. The cocks felt great, the cum tasted amazing. I wondered, and then literally slapped myself. What was happening to me? This was disgusting and dangerous behavior. I stared at the ceiling and back to my rock hard cock. I was laying in a paddle of cum from strangers which leaked out of my ass. Oh, and I had a massive erection.....

Hi all. Hope you enjoy this - like everything it's based somewhat on some experiences I've had. Alright lads? My name's Stuart. I'm from Skye originally but moved to Glasgow like most of my mates, cause there's fuck-all to do in Skye and even less to shag. A few years back I was back visiting and I bumped into the mother of an old school friend of mine Bill. When she heard I was moving house, she was delighted and asked if I would stay with Bill for a while. She was worried about Bill's choice of friends and it was a fair request. Bill had hit weed pretty strong in college and had dropped out of a computer science course for part-time jobs as a lighting rigger for shows in the city, full-time job as a stoner. Bill lived in a slightly run-down part of Glasgow, in a beautiful old redbrick house with Georgian windows and crappy insulation - I'd been over there once or twice for some great nights smoking my brains out with my straight mate. His mum was right though, his current crowd was full of right dobbers and pissheads! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed a toke or two. At this stage I hadn't tried much else - a bump of speed once and a few pills if I could get them. However, unlike Bill I didn't arrange my life around drugs. I kept myself fit by joining a canoeing team in college and did some climbing too. At this point just after my Masters, I was 24, dirty blond, pale-as-fuck skin (thank you Scottish weather), lean with defined muscles and if I tensed-up enough, I had a six-pack. After I got the call from his mum, I called Bill to ask him how he was and if he knew of any rooms in his area. "Aye lad, yeah sorry I forgot to mention it, there's the room going here" he drawled, "but you'll have to be ok'd by the landlords first, but you'll have no bother with them" he continued with a bit of a leery tone. I replied "what do you mean?" I could hear him stop for a toke, hold it, release, and then continued, "they're poofs like you man, you can probably talk to them about fuckin' flower arrangin' or some shite" I laughed "haha, fuck you, ya wee gob, I still remember your stamp collection phase". He spluttered with that comment "not a word of that now, if we're to be housemates, no leaking of any dirty secrets!" I chuckled, "well put in a good word for me and I'll see about "forgetting" certain key facts about Scotland's 1998 philatelist-to-watch award winner". After a few more friendly jibes, Bill told me he'd call them and get them to give me a text with an appointment in the next few days. The following Saturday I got a text "Hi this is Davie, Bill's landlord, Would you able to pop by at 7 tonight?" I groaned a little cause it was midday and as I had just arranged a shag with this fit guy I met through a fuck-buddy of mine - Pedro. At least I was told he was fit. My fuck buddy Andrew being a total slut that he was, had to cancel a shag last minute, and suggested to Pedro that he could get him a replacement. When I got the text that morning I chuckled. Only Andrew would be considerate enough to think of my hole, I thought - although granted, Pedro sounded pretty fit - 36, Spanish, good body, a bit sleazy, 9" cock with a slight curve, top. Ok maybe it was the last part I was happiest with. A drag queen from the local shows used to say "Glasgow is like American Apparel - you can never find a decent top!" And I was due to meet this top at 4pm about a ten-minute walk from Bill's house. "Fuck it" I thought, "I am not turning down some prime Spanish meat for this meeting, I'll get fucked by him and then meet Davie, and then afterward I'll go back for more!" My contact from Pedro had been minimal, I was interested what he meant by sleazy. I just got a message from a blurry torso with rose tattoo on the left pec on Grindr saying "I hear Andrew's recommended you as an animal in the sack, looking forward to later" and an address. At 3.50pm, I got to the apartment at that address and got buzzed in - from the stairwell I saw his door was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me and heard a voice "In here Stuart!". I followed the voice to a bedroom and opening the door I saw Pedro, naked, kneeling on the bed facing me, with one hand smoking a joint and with the other stroking his beautiful cock. He had deep golden skin, a shaved head and a fit body with some tattoos. There was the rose on his left pec and more colourful tats on both arms and legs. If this was the United States I'd bet people would be be checking their wallets, but here in grey, dull Glasgow he was exotic. He smiled at me, "hey chico, wanna suck on this". I took my bag and jacket off and walked over to him, "hi Pedro", I said "your pictures don't do you justice". He smiled, took a drag and then pulled me by my shirt-front and kissed me, giving me a blowback from the joint as he did. "It's all yours boy, enjoy the ride" and pulled me down to his cock. Pedro's cock was darker the rest of him and his black pubes were kept trim but were still a bit curly. Kneeling in front of the bed I held his growing cock and started to rhythmically stroke it to full hardness while I got my shirt off with the other hand. I licked the velvety skin of the shaft and took his cock head in my mouth. I only started with the first third of his cock and my mouth felt almost full. His cock was thick, a bit salty and juicy, with a long foreskin I played with a little as I pulled him into a better position. As I started to tug at my jeans Pedro said "Don't be in a hurry boy", and started rubbing my face against his cock, "now show me those cock-sucking skills I've heard about". His cock was getting longer and harder in my hand and mouth, sticking out with a curve to the right. I smelled his clean but strong scent -I fucking love a good sweaty guy! I started to move my head down him. As we got into it, I made my signature move - when you put the tip of your tongue up to the roof of your mouth (like when you say the letter L) and hold it firm while the cock moves back up to push past it in your mouth. Then as it breaks past the tongue, the tongue is quickly slid underneath the shaft - rinse and repeat. Pedro was loving it "Aw yeah chico, do more of that!" I gripped his brown ass and licked a finger to rub his hole, but Pedro said "no dude, I ain't gay for that kinda shit". "Oh great" I thought, "another closet case", but the dick was right - it just fit beautifully in my mouth, soft and firm, pumping in and out. My mouth, his dick - they were like custom designed for each other. I got into a rhythm with Pedro, with him moving his hips as his cock-head increased pace and started pummelling the back of my throat. I took ages slurping and sucking his cock, occasionally licking his taint and balls - this Spaniard was loving the attention, but wouldn't let me rim him. I'd take little breaks to swallow all the extra spit that had built up and one of these Pedro passed me the spliff again. "Up on the bed chico" he said, and started to help me out of my trousers. At this stage the effect of the joint was making me more relaxed and sensual. I shucked off my trousers and shoes and grabbed Pedro and kissed him passionately, tongues battling it out and invading eachother's mouths. "Thank fuck he's got no hang-ups about kissing" I thought to myself, and revised my notions about him being an "MSM" (straight men who lie to themselves that shagging men doesn't make them gay or bi) and thought he was just a top who knew what he wants. Much better. I tasted something acrid in his mouth, and pulled off him to say "what have you been drinking? Window cleaner?" He smirked at me, "close", he said, "you had G before?" I'd heard of G but never tried it. I knew it was easy to overdose on it so I shook my head, "maybe later" I replied. He kissed me down my chest, stopped at my briefs to pull out my semi-hard cock and gave me a few cursory welcoming licks, but as a consumate bottom I knew what he was looking for and twisted myself round to put my ass on display. My ass is pretty fucking beautiful if I do say so myself. All my climbing work has given me a firm white ass with a bright pink pucker I keep shaved. As he inched my underwear off and I spread my cheeks I heard an intake of breath "Dios mio, what a fucking culo" I turned my head to see Pedro taking in my "rear-view". He dove in to my ass with his mouth. Lappping and sucking. He did stuff to me that I can't quite describe and I wish I'd asked him later so I could improve my own technique - but fuck yeah he was good. He used his tongue in a way it felt like his tongue was fucking me but also knew just the right amount of finger to mix in with the rimming. "Mmm, oh chico, this ass is art! You should become an ass-fucking-model. He made those photographer "frames" with his thumbs and index fingers jokingly and then said "this china-white ass deserves a photo!" I quipped "as long as my face isn't in it, I'm game". Pedro looked at me with a devilish smirk, cock at full attention, while rummaging around his room for a camera, "what else are you game for, china-white chico?" Now I'm not naive by a long shot, and I know that in Scotland and the rest of the UK at least "China-white" used to be a term for cocaine, there was a club in London named it as well, so when Pedro pulls out a giant bag of white powder with his camera and places it on the tablestand, I try to just wryly raise an eyebrow - who knows maybe I came across suave and worldly, maybe I looked like I had a facial-tick. I was pretty stoned by then and so was Pedro. This was a huge bag of coke - we're talking at least 500 grammes - like the stuff you see on television, not in a two-bed apartment in Glasgow. I half-expected some officer to magically appear with a knife to cut the bag and rub some on their teeth. "That's a lot of coke Pedro" I said, as levelly as possible. "No shit chico, and I want to snort some china-white off that china-white as of yours" he said with a gleam in his eye. It was about then that I realised his pupils were fully dilated. I laughed "you've been sampling this a bit already, haven't you?". He just laughed too, and brought out a tray and poured out a bit and started crushing it and making it into lines with a credit card. As he took out a plastic straw and cut two short lengths, I knew then I was going to be snorting coke for the first time. He looked up at me and said, "you game China-white?" There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at 7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard.

Don't know if anyone will be interested or if this is the right place to but i'm 18 and have been locked up for my first week. It was originally going to be for a month but my daddy says i'm never going to cum again and, oddly, it makes me very happy =). Here are a few pics of my new eternity with reference to before and after. I just had some questions for masters and slaves out there: I've only ever been with my master. I've known him since i was quite young and our relationship progressed to the next level. How does the relationship work with you guys? Is there a big age difference? (my daddy is 47) How did you meet? How does he use/make love to you? Is it all bondage or do you do other things? Any special kinks that you can offer for me to suggest? Is it just you two or do other people get involved too? How many times was your most in one day? (ours was 6!) Bareback or not? Can your sub/boi cum hands free? For those subs that are locked up: how do you deal with it in public? Is exercising a problem for you? Has anyone ever found out??? How often are you released? Is cleaning an issue? And don't worry, he likes to show me off and he knows i'm posting on here! If you've any more questions then ask away! I've more photos too and can take more if anyone fancies giving me suggestions! Edit: for some reason it's only letting me upload three photos! I have loads more though!

The next few entries are going to cover my very recent trip to Berlin. I stayed in Schoneberg for 5 night, I'm typing this as I've just got back my ass and cock are still tender and the memories are still fresh. I fly in to Berlin during the day and get to my apartment in less than an hour, it's a nice apartment with a great price, at first I couldn't believe it but I booked through ebab(a breedingzone user's suggestion) the week before I flew to Berlin I looked through both recon and bbrt to make up a top-do fucklist, I can now say that I never met one person from that list. I decided to take it easy for the first night so I looked at some of the tamer gay restaurants and bars in schoneberg. I came across one place that had a few people scattered throughout the bar, I sit up at the bar and politely ask "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" "A liddle?" the barman replies, he is very slim twinkish type who through some conversation, learned that he was from Prague and a singer, I casually asked him about the places in the surrounding area. "Well Toms is good for drinking and sex downstairs, there's New Action, next to that is the Bull, but don't go there, it's nasty. Everyone has AIDS" I can't get across tone in text form but if you could hear the disgust in his voice when he mentioned The Bull and his facial expression it might make you as uncomfortable as I was. Here's a guy who has no idea who he is talking to in Berlin, in the gay area and he says something like that to a stranger. One of his many favourite songs come on the radio and he begins to clap dance and wave his arms about while singing alone, putting on his own little show for the uninterested patrons, who seem like they've seen it all before. I finish my drink, and leave. I walk down to Cafe Heile Welt and head inside, it's a swank fancy bar, chilled out and full of guys and girls. The bar is full but there are some seats close by. As I sip on my third beer, I look around to see what kind of folk drinks here, seems to be the kind of folk who just out of the office, not exactly people I relate to. Then some older Italian gentleman at the bar raises his glass to toast me, I raise mine in return. We start talking, and he offers me a drink. After a while he leans in and start kissing, then he works his way to my neck(which I love) I grab at his crotch and he has a fat piece, he tell me to follow him to the toilet. He gets up and leaves. I get up after him, and as I walk in he is pissing into the urinal. He looks surprised that I followed him, maybe I misheard him. He shakes the last few drops of piss from his dick, it's a nice size, and looks semi-erect. He gives me a look and then looks down at his cock. I squat down and start sucking, I can taste the few drops of beer that leak out of his slit onto my tongue, and swallow him down to the balls, he pushes my head into his groin so hard that he stumbles back a little when my weight leans forward, he pulls his cock out, the only thing connecting us is the thick string of spit from my lips to his dick. "Would you like to finish your drink and come to mine?" "Yes please" I answer. I wasnt exactly searching for sex on the first night, but hey, I was ready for it. "Do you have poppers?" "I can get some" We walk up the street and he runs into a bar called Schuene to get poppers. I wait outside, as the door swings back open I can see from a glance that the place is a lot sleazier that the bars Ive seen so far. What lay ahead? I wondered. We get back to his nice apartment, and strip off and kiss, I suck his cock some more, as it grows I realise exactly what I'm in for. Oh dear. He puts me in the doggy position, a position I've never been most comfortable being fucked in for some reason, always makes me feel like I need to pee, but I go with it. Luckily he applies lube first, then slowly pushes it in, which catches my breath. Prior to this I hadn't been fucked for a month or two. It slid in and stayed deep for a while until my ass adjusted to it's girth, then he begins to fuck. Before long my legs are over my head and he's drilling my stretched hole. No mention of a condom and I didn't even go to the Bull, so much for that barman's skewed sense of how sex works. I moan in pleasure, "Do you want poppers?" I had totally forgotten about the poppers, was having too much fun. I take a deep hit from the freshly opened bottle, woah these are strong. I feel the thumping of my heart rate increasing. He starts to drive down harder, I feel his balls slapping my ass. So hot! I grip his hips and pull him into me, and deep and hard as I can. He spins me over onto my stomach, slams his cock into me all the way, wraps one arm around my neck and opens the poppers. Holding them under my nose as he grinds away inside me. The strength of the poppers is making me foggy and I begin to fade. He slams harder and faster as I go limp, my hole finally gives away and takes his pounding with no resistance. He moans, groans, and grunts and shoots ones right up into my guts. I pass out with exhaustion and popper rush. I feel tingling in my legs and come to. He pushes his fingers up into my hole, and then his knuckles really working his cum up in there. I turn around and kiss him then squeeze the last few drops of cum from his cock into my mouth. We sleep, go for brunch the next day and exchange numbers... By the time I got back to my apartment it was nearly evening, which meant it was time to get ready for a night out on the town. I wanted to check out TOM's, so I get ready and head out at about 10PM. I enter the club, there is a bar to my right and coat check to my left, there are a handful of people sitting at the bar and one of two guys on the benches opposite. I perch myself on the barstool and grab a beer. One or two overly confident scantily dressed guys pace the bar area cruising for someone to take downstairs into the darkroom. Two Arabs sitting next to me at the bar strike up a conversation with me. They are both thin and approx early thirties. One guy takes a shine to me and tells me all about himself, I'm not too interested and try to look for some other dudes while being polite. He tells me his fetish is feet and guys stomping food and making him(as a slave) eat it from the sole of their shoe. "To each his own" I thought. It's a relatively safe fetish compared to some of the activities I've gotten up too. "Can I lick your feet please?" he asks me. "Aaah it's not really my thing, I'm more bottom" at this point I'm ready to check out another section of the bar. He keeps pleading with me to just try it, then his friend also asks. There is only so many times I can say no, so I tell him just a few minutes. His face lights up. "Ok let me take you to the dark rooms". The dark rooms in Tom's are, well, dark. A pitch black maze, with audible groans and slapping and rutting going on. This gets me hard immediately. I have no interest in the guy I'm with or the kink he's into, but my imagination is running wild with the thoughts of sex I could be having. He leads me into a seated area and I take a seat. He then squats down and grabs my right foot and takes a large lick of the sole of my boot. God only knows what I've been stepping in down here, this guy is doing something I simply couldn't. But he's really getting into it, I push my left foot against his crotch to feel a hard lump. He then pulls off my boot and smells inside, all the while pushing my other foot harder against his dick. He then presses my (white) socked foot against his face and breathes in deep, just like he is taking a hit of poppers. I start to get into it, and I'm becoming aroused. He opens up wide and swallows all of my toes, pushes on my heel to get my foot deep in his mouth and makes himself gag on my foot. The idea of wet socks for the rest of the night is loosing appeal to me. So I tell him to take them off, he does this with pleasure. I then get the most awesome tongue bath I've every had, never experienced this before but woah, it's a hot feeling. After drenching both my feet in his saliva, I'm feeling horny as fuck. So I grab his head and bury it in my crotch, grinding on his mouth and nose and just generally humping his face. Before things can get interesting, his friend finds him and complains he's bored. At this point both men start arguing in a very camp annoying way. "Fuck this" I think, I'm going to The Bull. The Bull is a 5 minute walk from TOM's, I buy a bottle of Rush from behind the bar and make my way down. I get there and it seems from the outside like a very nondescript bar. My heart starts to thump, it's a similar feeling to that I got before I entered my first gay bar in New York. How far I've come since those days, what a difference a year makes, huh? I build up the courage and enter the bar. It's a small bar, dive like, with different porn playing on each TV all bareback, all raunchy. I check my coat in and buy an energy drink. I've had enough beer and need my energy up. There was about 3 people at the bar, so I went straight ahead to the back room. It had an area where people slept, I later learned this bar stays open 24/7 so people can nap off the alcohol or whatever other chemicals were coursing through their veins. There was a fuck bench, a sling, and a benched area all around with guys sitting jerking off. I walk around the backroom advertising myself to those who look like tops. One older muscled guy see's me and calls me over, he is sitting down playing with his soft cock, fully nude. I stand in front of him and he pulls up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. Then forces me down to his crotch and slowly positions my face in between his balls and inner thigh. I begin to kiss him. Then move to his balls, they are nicely scented low hangers, I swallow both and look up to see his face, he nods in approval then pushes his soft cock in with both balls, so his genitals are resting deep in my mouth. I fondle everything with my tongue, and feel his cock swelling, I then work his cock. He likes me swallowing it deep, which I love also. When I eventually come up for air I get a whack across the face, and he pushes my head back down on to his cock and thrusts like hell. His dick is still only semi-erect so it's easy to take down my throat, it feels nice as it's large but soft. I come up for air and met with another hard smack across the face. He speaks something in German, "Ich spreche kein deutsch" I tell him, "You like?" he asks in a deep manly voice. I nod "yes". He turns me around so I'm facing away from him, then bends me over. He pushes his semi-hard cock against my hole, I try to push out to allow him to enter me, it bends against my hole then eventually pops in. He begins to fuck his soft dick into me deep and rough. He is quite aggressive, I start to wonder if it's because of his lack of erection. His eyes seem a little spaced, I wouldn't be surprised if he had taken something. This seems like the kind of place, plus at this stage it's early morning, and all the freaks are out He pulls out and makes me suck him again. I do my very best to make him grow inside my mouth but it isn't happening. I feel two hands take me from behind as I'm working this soft cock. The person takes off all my clothes, then penetrates me with two fingers. The cock in my mouth is swelling again. He flips me around, and jams it in again, there is a large black guy in front of me wagging his cock. I swallow it down like a good boy. I try to concentrate on both giving good head and squeezing his friends cock with my hole. I get a few hard spankings from both guys as I do my thing. I take a huff from my bottle of rush. I start to realise the sleaziness of the situation, it drives me wild, I love being used, and think of the mentality of the tops using me. It turns me on further. The white guy pulls out and his cock is still only semi erect. He shoves my head down to take care of it. I then feel the black dude at my back door, his dick really hurts going in, I take another large hit, I feel his dick press against my bladder, it's uncomfortable. I'm taken away from the sitting soft German by the large black guy. He throws me in the sling. Then enters me slow. I take another hit, I feel pretty high. He grunts and groans as his dick slams against my insides. I feel like my inner organs are being shifted around, I really want him to stop but don't want to pussy out. "This is what you wanted" I tell myself, "This is why you came to Berlin, so take it!" As I'm being skewered by this big black man he sticks his fingers in my mouth and grips my jaw, like a handle, and fires off like he's about to cum. He cums, groans and collapses on top of me. He pats me on the face to indicate a job well down. As his dick leaves my holes I feel some of the cum seep out and down my back, between me and the sling. I reach under to feel some and smell it, it's a strong cummy smell. As the black guy leaves a filthy looking skinhead parks himself right at my hole at the base of the sling. He slaps my open hole with his fat cock, it's not as large as the black guys, which makes me happy, as I get a break. This guy looks fucked, jaw is gurning, glassy eyes, piercings on his face, tattoos, very sleazy, very hot. He has a large metal cock ring at the base of his cock and balls. He slides his dick in with ease. It makes me tingle, I take another hit of poppers. My heart thumps in sync with the loud dance music(I guess that's why they play it) without hesitation he penetrates me deep, pushes against my ass hard, I feel the metal ring enter me, it's so fucking hot. He fucks away, balls slapping, he's dripping sweat on me, this guy is high and loving being inside my ass, and I'm loving it too. He pulls me into him, and we make-out, he tongues me deep. He grips both hands around my throat and squeezes. I get tunnel vision, sound becomes distorted. I wake up in the sling. The skinhead is fucking me like crazy whilst pushing down hard on my stomach, I feel the stinging pain that I have to pee. He's trying to get me to piss myself. But I simply can't. I ask him to stop, he does. "Would you like to go to my apartment?" he asks me in a strong German accent. I accept the invite. I pick up my clothes from the dirty floor, and get dressed, we head out into the daylight, it's blinding, the skinhead is dressed entirely in leather, he looks like a comic book character. I'm very turned on. He brings me back to his place. The more I'm with him, the more I notice how incredibly high he is. We get back to his and I strip off, he throws me on his couch and pushes my legs behind my head. He enters me dry, no lube, no prep. Slowly pushing himself deeper into me until it reached the cold metal of his cock ring. After some fucking, he takes his dick out, and presses both of his large smooth balls against my hole, he tries sitting down so they will go in. I push out hard to open my hole, some more of the black guy's cum pours out "Oh yaaah geile!" his balls slide into my ass. The feeling is incredible, it brings me directly back to new york during the meth binge. Only I'm not on meth, and I don't want to be either, I've achieve that level of horniness without the use of drugs. He fucks me for an hour or so more, as deep and as hard as possible, my hole has totally submitted it just craves cock hard fast deep. We both collapse on the couch in a sweaty pile. "Did you cum?" I ask, expecting the answer to be no on the count of the drugs. He smiles, "Three times". Hell yeah. Just what I needed to hear. I'm tingling and exhausted, I fall asleep for a few hours and wake up covered by a blanket with him sitting next to me watching TV. What a nice dude, for such a sleaze ball(like myself lol) He gives me his PlanetRomeo handle and I get stepping, it's a surprisingly short walk back to my apartment, I'm spent. I get into the shower and push out a healthy load of cum. I'm on cloud 9, I've decided I need to be here. This was a nice introduction to The Bull but the best was yet to come. "Ich liebe Berlin!"

I had been talking to a guy online for about two months before this point. Let's call him Tom. Tom had a profile on BBRT NKP and here on breeding zone. I had been wanting to experiment with chemsex for about 6 months before I left for the states, I had been watching some videos to see what the deal was. I believe it was this site that introduced me to the concept, before hand I had no idea about meth use in the gay community(or a subsection of the gay community) but I had it in my head that if I was to try it, it should be in America(where I could get away with it). Plus it seemed to be more available over in the states. What I was looking for was tough, a top who was willing to introduce someone to Tina for the first time who also was hiv negative. This may not seem like much. But first of all nobody seemed to even respond to me on NKP(maybe they were too high) I was beginning to this it was an online ghost town, or that perhaps my account was broken. After searching for some time, I found two profiles that matched the requirements, a neg Top, who can administer. I messaged both guys. One replied "Any pics?" I sent him some pics of me, including a face pic. "Hmmm any more pics?" He wasn't sure. A little disappointing. The next guy I message replies "I would love to meet". However plans changed and we didn't get to meet for quite some time(scheduling conflicts). This was a good thing in some respect. We managed to talk a little more and I felt comfortable this was an honest and open guy, he was in his 40's and seemed mature, extremely attractive, and sexually right up my street. He asked for porn vids that I found hot so he had an idea of what I was into. He liked these very much. We eventually arranged to meet a little over one week before I was set to leave. He was situated up the top of Manhattan and told me to meet him around 9pm. I took the train up, then hopped a cab to his place. A nice apartment complex. I don't remember feeling nervous. Strange really, I felt more nervous walking into a gay bar, or sucking off my first New Yorker, but this, what would be the most extreme thing I was about to partake in, and I felt eerily calm. I also remember thinking very calmly "I could die here" just before I pressed the buzzer. He unlocks the door from his room upstairs, I'm not told what room number or floor he is on, but the second I step in I get a text. "Be right down, have to get something from the basement" I wait in the foyer. Probably a good time to mention my previous experience with drugs. Tried ecstasy a handful of times, first two times were great, the rest sucked. Cocaine 3 times previously, got absolutely nothing from it(became quiet and fidgety) and weed on a handful of occasions. In no way was I a drug user, never partied and played, with the exception of weed with two guys in NYC. So why I was actually doing this I have no idea. But I'm hoping it's good. Tom comes down to meet me, and we both head to the laundry room where he empties the machine. He seems rushed, I spend my time examining him as he does his laundry. His head is shaved(bald), he has a grey goatee, very handsome masculine look, dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, he's in good shape. He really is a perfect match. Perfect Daddy. I wonder if he's high already, but I think he isn't How will he be with me, what will I do when I'm high? "Positive thoughts" I keep telling myself in my head. Positive thoughts. We enter his apartment, it's nice, big, he leads me to the bedroom. A large bed is covered with rubber sheets, to the left of the bed on the floor is a large duffel bag, filled with all kinds of sex toys. To the right is a computer and desk, on the desk lay some syringes. Now my heart starts to race a little. "Do you want to have a look through the toys?" "Sure". He shows me his collection, rubber cock and ball rings, rubber anal inserts, large buttplugs(one shaped like a sperm), sounds kit(makes me wince), rope, cuffs, things that I couldn't even identify. "That's an impressive collection" I say, wide-eyed. "Yeah. So I'm thinking we get you in a harness" He instructs me to take my clothes off. Then he puts the harness on me and tightens it. I feel infinitely sexier. I've never worn a harness before or since, but it felt great. He began to explain the benefits of said harness. "So when I'm fucking you I can just grab it like this, and pull you towards me" he says as he demonstrate by grabbing the shoulder straps and pulling me towards him, this makes me horny. "Hmm, a rubber jockstrap." He then takes a jockstrap from his bag, again, I've never worn one before this. It fits well and covers up that dick of mine. I'm slowly being transformed into his toy, there is only one thing left. He talks me through the whole experience, what it will feel like, how he preps the meth by pouring hot water until the crystals have fully dissolved, etc etc. He then shows me about 4 or 5 videos of slamming, and explains what the person might be feeling. "Ok so are you ready?" "Have you ever done this with someone for the first time?" "No, never introduced anyone" I sit on the cold rubber bed, he props two pillows behind my back. "Hmm, hang on." He goes to the bag, and takes out two of those, I actually don't know what they are called. Like small leather hoods that go over your hands. and leather cuffs. He loosely ties me to the bed. ​"It'll be interesting to have you tied up for your first slam" My heart starts to pound faster, the nerves are coming in hard and fast. Should I look at the needle going in? Maybe not. Everything will be fine. He holds the needle up to the bedside lamp. "They're full dissolved, see? Let's see how hard it is to find a vein." He runs his finger over the inside of my elbow, a vein comes up immediately. He then puts on the tourniquet and waits a few seconds. Wipes my arm with a pad and sticks the needle into my vein. He pulls back I look, see red inside the needle, then look away. "Ok. Now tell me if you feel any burning or stinging in your arm." I look again, he slowly pushes the plunger until the meth is inside me. He then snaps off the tourniquet and looks at me. I feel nothing. He gives me a look as if to ask how I feel. "Nothing?" I say, smiling nervously. He looks in disbelief. "Nothing?" "Nope" "Are you sure?" "Yeah I don't feel anything" "Hmm, that's crazy. Maybe I didn't give you enough" He turns around to look at the syringes on his desk. I let out a nervous laugh. "Maybe if I moved around a little" I say as I bend my arm up and down(as much as it will go with the restraint) Then I feel a sudden tingle in my legs, reminiscent of the first time I tried E(which I was the last to come up on then too), then BAM! This indescribable rush goes through me, my breathing becomes heavy and I blow out a long shaky "woah" I look at Tom, he seems excited. "OK....nowitsworking" I say in a short burst. I start to feel myself and wish these restraints vanished. I start to feel as if I could make them disappear if I really wanted to. Tom sees me squirming in ecstasy on the bed. "Now I know it's working." He then turns around and straps up his arm and gets ready to slam himself. I writhe around feeling everything with my body, everything tingles in such an amazing way. This is too good for words. I'm loving this, nothing has happened yet and I'm loving it already, I think of a thousand scenarios of what will happen throughout the night in the space of a second or two. My mind is well and truly fucked! It's very hard to focus on anything, everything has a shudder effect. I hear Tom exhaling heavily I look over and he's whipping of the strap from around his arm. "Fuck" "Fuck" I say almost at the same time. He seems very controlled, I don't know how he does it. "Do you have sensitive nipples?" "Not really" I answer. "You will". He then straps two sucking cups to my nipples and pumps them until they stick. "Thank you so much for this" I gush, I feel forever in his debt. I become overtly grateful and complimentary, he smiles knowing it's the drugs doing their work. He also becomes very talkative, he asks me about the first time I had sex. He raps my legs around his waist and I start to grind against him as I describe my first time. "Tonight will be a night of firsts" He tells me in that calm and hushed voice. For some reason we both feel the need to half whisper to each other. "Ok let's get these off" He removes my restraints as I thank him again for being so generous to have me over and get me high. He thanks me for coming. "God if we met earlier? I'd send you home stupid". After some talking, he takes my head and buries it into his armpit. I lap away at it as he moans. He takes the suction cups from my nipples and twists them as I start to suck on his. I still don't feel sensation in my nipples, however the rush from the meth was too much to notice if I did. This was perhaps the most sexually confident I had ever felt, I had to constantly remind myself, this is actually happening. I move down to work his cock. He tells me to suck it hard, so I do,gripping with my like and sucking down on his soft veiny dick to the balls, he grabs both balls and pushes them against my mouth "open" I try to accommodate for both cock and balls but it proves too hard, even though his cock is only semi erect, his balls are far too big. I settle for one ball and a dick in the back of my throat, my mouth is stuffed. He likes the feeling as I gag and retch. Eyes water, stomach knots, body squirms. Next I take both his balls in my mouth which is another mouth-filling task, his dick lays on my face with his wet helmet resting on my right eye. I feel like a good little slut. He tells me to smell his dick, which smells of precum. After sucking his dick some more it becomes hard enough to fuck with. He puts a rubber cock ring and ball separator on himself and tells me lie back. I put my legs in the air and present my hole for fucking. "No." he says. "Put your feet here" he motions to his chest. I place both feet on his chest and he slides his cock into my ass. At first my hole rejects him, pushing him out when he gets into a rhythm. It's the Tina, it has made my ass tighten up. However, I have an idea. I get up and take out a bottle of poppers out of my bag and lay back on the bed. "Maybe if you choke me" I suggest. He places his open palm against my neck, just under my Adam's apple, then moves up and down to find the strongest pulse. I take a huff of my poppers and raise one hand in the air(this is a safety technique I use at first with some guys, when the hand drops, I'm out and they should let go. Any longer and it could become quite dangerous). He presses down, not too hard, but enough to make my feet tingle. Everything goes tunnel vision. I'm back in Ireland doing something menial or talking to a friend or something. All of a sudden a man's face appears from nowhere, then a room behind him, where am I? Confusion. I feel a heavy tingling and something moving in and out of my hole. It has a similar feeling to pins-and-needles. Then I remember where I really am, in an apartment in New York, high on meth, being fucked unconscious by a complete stranger who could have killed me with little effort. The rush of realization is incredible. My breathing becomes heavy "Wow! Oh my God" He leads in to make out with me, his dick is now in my ass without me pushing it out. "Did you have a little dream, baby?" "Yeah, how long was I out" "Only about 5 seconds, don't worry." He fucks me harder and although his cock isn't rock hard it feels incredible. I could feel the rubber of the cock ring against my hole. I wanted everything he had inside me. "I think I can get my balls in you" he lets out in a grunt as he thrusts back and forth. "Yeah?" I ask with some scepticism, the drugs have taken away any pain the fucking may have caused, but it in no way made my ass wider, in fact it had a tightening effect on my hole. This problem was solved with a little force, or a nice choke-out. "Yeah, I think so. Hang on." He rolls me back so my ass is in the air, he then stands over me and squats down. I feel him pushing against my hole and decide to push out, hoping it will let him in. This works and he pushes his balls inside me. He pulls them out "Oh fuck" he lets out in pleasure. He pushes just his balls into my hole a few more times, dipping them in and out until it becomes easy. He then pushes his sloppy cock into my widened hole, followed by both balls. Everything is inside me. It has to be the best feeling I've ever had during sex, it's incredibly hard to describe that pleasure, knowing you're connected to another man by both his cock and balls, they fit tightly into your hole. You are being completely used as a place for him to rest his dick and balls. The feeling of his pelvis pushing against your ass, knowing there is nothing further that can go in, he is as deep in you as he can possibly go. Amazing! I feel with my hands to ensure everything is in. I rub his taint while he grinds against me. He stops moving, but I continue to grind in a circular motion, churning my insides with his balls and dick. "Hold still" he tells me, he looks focussed and stares into the distance. "You feel that?" "Nope" "I'm pissing inside you" "Oh fuck!" I concentrate on the feeling, a tingling in my lower back, I'm being used as this guy's urinal. "Ugh, it's hard to piss in this position". He only pees a little in me before slowly pulling his balls and cock out of my piss-filled whole, he keeps me propped up with one hand. "Don't move boy. Fuck yeah" he spits in my gaping hole. Then reaches into his bag of toys for a large butt-plug. He spits on it, and pushes it against my ass lips, it's not going in as easy as it should. He calmly instructs me to breath in and out, eventually the rubber plug slides right in, filling my ass completely. After about 30 minutes of playing, I go to the toilet to take out the plug and push out the piss. I feel very wobbly on my feet but very happy also. I notice that when the plug comes out there is no more piss up my ass. I feel around to check. Either my ass has absorbed the little piss there was, or it's gone a lot deeper than I can reach. The next few hours become a blur. I get slammed again which is so much stronger than the first, I cough and it hits me like a euphoria freight train. This turns Tom on greatly. We make out more, fuck, suck toys and attempted fisting. He could slide four fingers but not past the knuckle. I found it extremely hard to concentrate on what was going on, everything spun and shuttered, I felt fantastic, almost a state of frenzy. When Tom is on top of me he sweats so much it dribbles down onto my face and chest, almost like a tap. Our sweat has a distinct smell, a chemical smell because of the meth. He takes me to the shower to cool off. I check the time and hours have gone by. It's about 10.00am the next day. "My boyfriend will be home soon" What? Oh no, "is this going to get awkward?" I think. I say nothing. "It's ok though, we could always go to the bathhouse" First time for everything. I let him know I'm up for this adventure and he tells me to get dressed and meet him at the nearby subway, while he cleans up and gets dressed. I walk to the nearest subway, it's a hot day out and people are up walking to work. I'm very aware of my movements, not to act like a tweaker. He eventually meets me and we head towards the bathhouse. It's not long until we are there. I'm becoming paranoid that people will know I'm high. Tom seems fine. We get our locker key and head to our room. After stripping, I head to the locker with our clothes. To large black men check me out in my jockstrap(given to me by Tom) the place seems pretty empty, which doesn't surprise me given the time. I put away my stuff and head back to our booth/room. I'm tingling all over and moving faster than usual. I get in and Tom lunges at me, jamming his tongue down my throat and shoving his fingers up my hole. I turn to liquid in his arms, the feeling is very hot. He has a small bag of toys with him. He takes out a large metal buttplug. It's very wide, "Guess where this is going" he says as he slaps it against the palm of his hand. "No way" "Get on all fours" I climb onto the bed on all fours. He squirts some lube onto the top of the plug, then pushes against my ass. I feel there is know way this will fit. I try to push out to open my ass up. "Breath, relax." He instructs. It's hard to do so, even though there is no pain at this point(from the drugs) I'm still nervous of damaging my ass. I breath in and out. Then take a big hit of poppers and repeat. I feel it enter my hole, it begins to hurt. "Damn, is this nearly in" I think to myself, then my ass retracts. "It's in" he tells me, before leaning in to gently kiss my ass cheek and tell me "good boy". He slaps the base of the plug and every time he does is sends an extremely pleasurable shiver up through my insides. He lays me back on the bed and spreads his ass cheeks. "Stick out your tongue" I do, then he sits down hard on my mouth. I work my tongue slowly up and down he asshole, trying hard to push my tongue deep. He lets out a series of moans and groans to indicate he loves the sensation. He then grabs the back of my head and really pushes me into his hole. He wants me to go deeper and I can feel his hole pushing out against as my tongue slides deeper. My tongue is stretched out to the point of pain, but knowing the pleasure it gives him causes me to endure it. This goes on for a few minutes(with a few air breaks) before he lifts his hot ass from my face. He hands me down a rubber butt plug. "I want you to put this up my ass" "Can you pass me the lube?" "No just use spit" He opens my mouth and slides the plug all the way down to the end, I gag, he pushes further, fucking my throat with the plug. This gets him off. He sits on the end of the plug and forces it down my throat with his ass. I'm now being smothered and choked. I cough up some spit. and he takes the plug out and turns it around, facing his hole. I take it off of him and push. It takes some force and I worry about hurting him, but he seems to be fine. It eventually goes up his hole. I smack the end of it as he done with my and he groans in ecstasy. We make out for a while with plugs up our asses, I then go to give him a blowjob. After some time sucking his semi-flaccid cock I feel it's time to take the plug out. I leave our room to walk to the toilets. I get a few propositions on the way, but ignore them in a chemmed out haze. I enter one of the cubicles and try to push out the plug. This is more difficult and painful than getting it in. I finally manage to pull the metal plug from my insides and the thing is hot. Really hot. Hard to hold. I have to run it under a cold tap before I can carry it back to the room. By the time I get back he has jerked his cock hard. And places me on all fours before fucking me for quite some time. "Shit I've got to go to work soon" I wonder how he can even think of working, as my mind is so confused and fried from the meth, I could barely see straight. I guess this guy is well used to this kind of activity. This worries me slightly. Maybe all isnt as it seems with him. He edges himself with my ass a number of times but is too uptight to cum. "Wanna meet me later on, say 7pm?" "Ok". We both head to the showers. As we wash up he tells me "I think I have to piss" "Can I drink it" "Sure, get down there." I get down on my knees and open up. He shoots hard, like a fire-hose down my throat. It tastes extremely strong but I swallow every drop. As we walk back to our room to get dressed it hits me hard. It had totally slipped my mind that his piss was filled with strong chems, and it sent me flying high. "You feel it?" He asks me in a hushed tone. It really tickles him that I'm high as a kite in public. We get dressed and leave the bathhouse. I get home(somehow) and try to get some sleep. This is impossible. I am shaking like a leaf and sweating buckets. I go to the bathroom to have a cold shower. I look in the mirror. My face frightens me, it looks so different to what I usually see. There is a deadness in my eyes. I try not to focus on it, and shower and change. By the time this is done it's almost time to head out the door again. I get to Tom's apartment again, his eyes are red. He looks like he's just shot up. "Hey baby, come in" I come in and undress. "Ready for another slam?"

Alright guys, sorry for all the confusion, but here it is, in its entirety, from start to finish. Be aware that Part 1 only hints at anything gay, but part two includes straight sex, gay sex, drug use, and all sorts of other nasty ideas that will come to fruition in part 3 so keep reading!!! "Abel" Bodied Boy Part 1: From Nobody Special to Nobody Better Abel or Abe as he preferred to be called, was not known for much. He’d spent most of his time on this planet getting by, much like any other teen boy his age. Average was the word most commonly used to describe him: average grades, average home life, average family, average intelligence, average athletic ability, average interests, average looks, etc. Without any significant talents or faults to set him apart, he ended up floating squarely in the middle of his pack of peers, where he got along fine and didn’t make waves…or friends. Those of his school mates who even knew who he was had very little to say about or to him, which suited him fine. Not even noticeable enough to be bullied, Abe enjoyed the anonymity of his status with what few friends he had. For many years Abe split his time between being alone and hanging out with the two people he called his friends, his neighbor Will and the girl down the street, Lane. In all likelihood, the three of them would never have known each other were it not for their proximity and the fact they were all in the same year in school. Once Abe moved into the middle house on the cul de sac it was only a matter of time until he was forced to interact with the only two kids in the housing development. Sure enough, he boarded the bus a few weeks later and sat across from the boy he’d seen outside in the backyard next to his, and they were soon joined by the shy girl from the end of the block. 7 years later they were still bus buddies, only now they knew everything about each other. With summer coming, Abe and Will had gotten jobs at the local pool life guarding, and Lane would be leaving for 8 weeks to visit her Dad in Ohio. Nobody seemed too sad when they were separated, and besides a few random text messages and emails, they didn’t keep in touch. Assuming this year would be exactly like the last two, Abe and Will walked to work the first day with barely a word between them, instead listening to music on their respective devices. Once they were inside the lockerroom it became all to clear how wrong they were. “Suit up guys, and meet me on deck for lifeguard certification tests,” Mike, The new manager of the pool was an eager college guy from the nearby university with grandiose ideas about what his staff could do with some focus and pressure. Abe was not looking forward to losing the cushy gig he’d gotten used to, but he knew he was too late to find another gig for the season, so he pulled up his trunks, shuffled out onto the hot concrete deck and stood up straight, pretending to be interested in what the boss was about to say. “This year we’ll be looking for more than just the requirement,” the 5’9” blonde muscular manager said with enthusiasm. “We’ll be looking for folks that go the extra mile and take this job seriously. Some of you will not have the drive to do what it takes to go the distance, but a few of you might find something unexpected lurking inside you, pushing you further that you knew you could go. It’s my hope to turn those few people into leaders, and together we can lead each other to something amazing.” Will rolled his eyes at Abe and a couple of the other teens obviously felt the same way, Still Abe was desperate to make some money this summer, so he ignored them and tuned in to what Mike was asking of each of them. It seemed simple enough, just some extra laps before and after work, a few hours a week in the attached rec center to build strength on the weight machines, and participation in some activities outside of their normal work hours where they’d be able to learn new skills and take part in teamwork activities. At the end of the summer, if each of them took on Mike’s challenge, he promised that they’d each qualify for their certifications in snorkeling, first aid, and scuba-diving. On the way home from work, tired and wet from the added laps, Will bitched about how much he hated the new manager and everything he had in mind for them. “Who does this asshole think he is? He thinks ‘cause he has three years of college under his speedo that he can make us do this shit and get away with it? I don’t think so. If he tries to make us do it again tomorrow, I say we quit;” Will proposed. He was so fired up that he didn’t notice Abe’s face. The furrowed brow and squint in his eye would have given away the fact the Abe was torn, but Will was so used to having his buddy agree with everything he said, that he didn’t even look. Back at their houses, Will said goodnight and disappeared inside while Abe sat on his lawn and took a folder from his bag. Inside was some of the papers that Mike had laid out on the counter before they left, detailing the different parts of his plan for the teens. Whether or not he was on board with all of it would depend on what he could foresee being a part of it, but that wasn’t his only reason to sit outside and review the facts. The truth was Abe’s mom had started seeing a man a year ago, and Abe wasn’t a fan. Much like everyone else he knew, Abe’s mom’s boyfriend ignored him most of the time. This would have been fine except there was only one person in the world who always put Abe first, and that was his mom, Millie. Around when school ended, Millie informed her son that the new guy would be moving in with them at the end of the month, and before Abe knew what was happening, the boyfriend was trying to befriend him. Suddenly Abe’s home-life consisted of forced interaction or wrestling for attention with Rich, a junior partner at the firm where Millie was a paralegal. The guy was probably not bad, but Abe had gotten used to being the only man in his house and now he was finding any and every excuse to avoid the ‘happy couple.’ Still, this plan of Mike’s seemed to require a lot of hard work and determination; two things Abe avoided if possible. As the sun dropped behind the trees, Abe decided it was time to suck it up and head inside to face his mom and the new guy. The door wasn’t even shut when Rich called out to Abe, asking him where he’d been and why he hadn’t called to let them know he was going to be home late. Shuddering Abe ignored the substitute dad routine and snuck up the stairs to find his mom. Alas she was snuggled under a blanket with Rich watching TV, so he made a few half-hearted apologies for not calling and went to the kitchen to grab some food. When Abe heard Rich yell something after him that sounded like a promise to talk more later, the teen made up his mind to spend as few seconds under the same roof as Rich that he possibly could, even if it meant becoming the best employee Mike had ever seen. Three days of extra laps and scheduled work outs later, Will had had enough. True to form, he tried to pull a coup when Mike was done handing out the schedules for the following week, telling his boss that none of the staff was going to take this abuse. Mike looked puzzled so Will explained that either he tone down the extra work or he’d be walking off the job, with most of the staff behind him. Of course neither of them knew who was really going to take part since the entire staff was literally lined up behind Will, waiting to receive the schedules. Not easily broken, Mike told Will he was disappointed but anyone who wasn’t willing to take part in the activities he had planned was welcome to leave. Both young men stood their ground for a second and waited for the other to crack before Will walked over, picked up his bag and began towards the door. Mike showed no reaction as three more staff members went to join him, leaving only five people standing before him. To Will’s surprise, Abe was one of the five remaining workers. Waiting at the door for his friend to join him, Abe kept his eyes forward, looking at Mike instead, until his friend got the message and went out the door, slamming it behind him. “That can’t have been easy for you Abel,” Mike said as he entered the room where Abe was showering. The younger man was startled and jumped at the sound of the older guy’s voice, but tried to seem cool about the whole thing, just shrugging and telling Mike to call him Abe. “Sorry, Abe. I just mean I know Will is your friend and I wanted to tell you I think it takes a lot of courage to choose to honor your commitments and take on something of this magnitude, especially when your friends want you to quit.” “I need the job Mike,” Abe muttered, very aware that he was naked in front of his boss…who also happened to be naked. Naked, buff and tan from head to toe, even on and around his balls, meaty cut cock and trimmed blonde bush. “Can’t afford to quit.” “Even so, I admire what you did,” Mike moved closer and slapped him on the back with one of his big hands. Trying not to stare, Abe waited until Mike had his eyes closed under the spray before turning and looking at the built body of his boss. When he raised his gaze all the way up, he blushed to see Mike returning the favor. Turning away he mumbled an apology to the jock, expecting an angry rant but hearing laughter. “Don’t sweat it man. I work hard on my body to get people to stare. True, you’re not my usual target but I don’t blame ya dude. If I still looked like you, I’d be checking out the dudes I wanted to look like too. Luckily, if you show the same spirit all summer that you did today, and take part in all the voluntary work-out sessions, I can have you half way to buff by the end of the summer.” Disbelieving, Abe scoffed at the older man, but Mike assured him it was true before flexing an arm and telling him that “this monster gets me all the pussy I want.” That night Abe lay in his bed imagining what he would look like with abs and pecs and arms like Mike, and it made him laugh. Then he imagined some of the girls from the pool he’d seen leaving with Mike, and what it would be like to take his place with them. He laughed again but a little less than before. Finally he imagined himself being mounted by the hot blonde in the bikini from the swim team, sliding his long thin uncut meat into her imaginary cunt. He wasn’t laughing anymore as his hand fished his hard cock from his boxers and began stroking it. The last thought in his mind was his head on Mike’s body, as Lane dropped to her knees in front of him and began blowing him. Laying there with his stomach and chest drenched in boycum, he drifted to sleep with a smile on his face, but not before setting his alarm to make sure he’d be up in time to make the 6:30 workout on Mike’s schedule. Over the next 7 weeks, Abe discovered an unexplored passion. Where average used to be good enough, he found he now wanted more than that. Taking the opportunity Mike was offering him was only the first step towards becoming someone worth mentioning. Once he began taking part in a couple volunteer workout sessions, Abe found it harder and harder to hide out from Rich or sit in Will’s basement and play Halo for hours on end, so he started attending every session he could. No matter why he decided to dedicate himself, he was in completely after a few days, and his boss was only too happy to take it as far as Abe could go. Most of the time, it was only Abe and Mike in the gym before and after work, even on their days off. Soon Mike was providing his new protégé with protein powder and old copies of Men’s health so Abe could work out every spare second of the day. Abe watched as his long lanky form began to take shape, with defined abs, widening shoulders and pecs, steadily growing biceps, thighs and calves, and a tighter, rounder, higher pair of ass cheeks. With only one more day until Lane got back from her dad’s, Abe was proud to look in the mirror and see a stud staring back. He knew he needed a lot more muscle growth before he would be even close to the level of buff as his boss, but he no one could deny that ol’ Average Abe had been replaced with a head-turning, lip-lick-inducing, toned titan. Girls were becoming more and more talkative at the pool, but for some reason Abe only wanted Lana’s attention. That’s why he texted her to come join him at the pool as soon as she got back and was unpacked, not knowing she wasn’t coming alone. Heart pounding, Abe was posed and perspiring atop the lifeguards chair as Lane made her way over to him. Mike had obtained a new pair of trunks for him to wear that was a size smaller than before, and many guys and girls had commented on how great his ass and legs looked in it (they also noticed his bulge in them but no comments had been made yet). He was so excited to see the object of his lust that it took him a moment to realize she was pulling someone with her. Abe tried his damnedest not to look angry or hurt when he realized she was holding hands with Will, who he learned was her new boyfriend. Listening and biting the inside of his cheek, Abe smiled as Lane explained that Will had been texting her all summer since abe “abandoned” him to work out all the time, and the chatting had grown into something more over the last week or so. Turns out Lane had come home the night before, and stayed up with Will, lying on the porch, talking until the sun came up. Destroyed, but too proud now to show it, Abe spent the day with the girl he loved and his friend who had her instead. When school started back up, Mike and Abe decided to keep working out together, and Mike even offered some assistance to Abe with his classes if Abe agreed to join the swim team. Reluctant at first, Abe wondered if he could return to his old habits and be content with mediocrity. Unable to distract himself with his friends, since they were now an inseparable couple in love, or slack off at home, since Rich had doubled his efforts to be involved in Abe’s life; Abe found himself diving head first into school and his workout routine. Rich was so desperate to insert himself in some way that he spent a ridiculous amount of money and transformed the attic above the garage into a gym, with a plan to work out along side Abe and better get to know him. Like most middle aged men, Rich had no idea just how hard the teen liked to go when he worked out, and gave up taking part after two pitiful attempts. Now the gym was free for Abe (and Mike when he could get away from college) to use as often and as long as he wanted. By the time October tryouts came up, Abe was in the best shape yet and had no problem getting on the varsity team. It didn’t hurt that Mike agreed to be assistant coach. A few weeks of Mike’s heavy training and a new practice routine did more than anyone could have expected, leading Abe and his teammates to dominate at the first 3 swim meets of the season. Once Christmas break arrived, Abe was happily surprised to receive invites to parties and skitrips by half the guys on the team. When the next semester began, word was spreading that Abe was on a short list to be team captain the following year and would definitely be making all-state. Almost overnight, Abe was everyone’s best friend. Anyone who was anyone knew who Abe was and what he could do. Rumors even spread concerning his sexual prowess, even though he was still a virgin, too focused on school and the team to notice all the girls who wanted him. Mike was always telling him how far Abe could go when properly motivated, and once his SAT scores arrived, he began pushing the teen to apply to some colleges. College had always seemed impossible, but still Abe had saved all his money from birthday checks, Christmas Cards, life-guarding, mowing lawns, etc. Somehow he envisioned community college and a part time job was his future, but Mike told him to strive for more, just like before. By the end of the swimming season, scouts from schools all over the country had approached Abe and let it be known they were interested. When summer returned and he began receiving early acceptance letters and scholarship offers, he finally believed it might be true. Once he found out that Mike had taken a job coaching across the country the following year, he applied to that school and waited. Working harder than ever, he missed hearing about Will and Lane’s break up until it was all over the pool-gossip line. Abe had written off Lane many months ago, and figured she was out of his life for good until he got a text from her one day as he was working out. “Hey Abel,” Lane was the only one who called him that, including his mother. “wanna hang? Haven’t seen u in 4ever dude! I miss my stable abel!” “Sure, when?” he responded while wondering what brought this on. “In an hour or so? That enuf time 4 u 2 shower and change and come over?” Her text came back instantly and he pondered how she knew he needed a shower. “My window faces ur gym window.” She added, as if she read his mind and knew what he was thinking. “I didn’t mean 2 spy but I saw u and figured u might wanna hang.” “No worries, just need 2 remember 2 close the curtains if I change in here lol. CU in an hour.” He typed, trying to act cute and not dash to the window and look for her. “K, cu soon. P.S. U don’t have 2 close them all the way ” her last text made his dick jump. Had Lane been checking him out? Was that why she and Will broke up? Looking up from the phone and heading over to close the curtains, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Somehow, with all the homework, studying, working, working out, hanging with his teammates and spending time planning his future with Mike, he’d never realized he’d become exactly what Mike promised: a walking muscle god. He may not have been as buff as Mike, but his body was more defined, more toned for him to use in the pool. Pulling the curtains closed, he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slid them and his jockstrap to the floor. His cock was hardening rapidly, so he discarded his weight gloves and took it in his hand. Jerking himself with one hand and fondling his muscles in the other, he honestly wasn’t sure if it was because he was about to see Lane or because he found himself to be so hot. An image of Mike’s nude body flashed before him and he smiled, proud that he was now in the same league as the man who’d taught him so much. Suddenly in the mood to show off, he took a pic of his chest, cock arms and legs with his phone, and sent it to Mike with the caption: “Results you promised, now u have competition bitch! lol” Wondering if he should open the window and show Lane what she was hinting at, he felt a load rising in his balls at just the thought of showing her his cock. Before he could decide, his phone buzzed and he opened a text from Mike. Attached was a few pictures of Mike’s chest, back, arms, legs and butt, all flexed and perfect. The last pic was of him holding his hard dripping cock over the mouth of some lucky co-ed with her tongue out. The caption read “if it’s a competition, I give up, u win. Now get on ur knees and swallow ur prize.” The homoerotic taunt made Abe laugh but the shot of the girl about to lick Mike’s cock was too much for the teen’s libido. Cum started rocketing out off his cock, hitting the mirror and dumbbells in front of him, and finally creating a small puddle at his feet. Breathing hard and keeping his eyes on the picture, he licked his hand clean without a thought as to why, then ran off to shower and see the girl of his dreams. If Abe wasn’t sure whether Lane wanted him around as just a friend or something more, he didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Once he arrived at her house, they snuck up to her room and chatted for 20 minutes before Lane asked him why he was always working out so hard in his gym. As he explained that it had grown from a curiosity into a hobby and was now an obsession, he lifted his shirt to show her his abs as an example. Uninvited and unexpected, she reached out with her petite hands and stroked the curves of his cut abs. As his stomach tensed up from her touch, his pants found less to cling to, and his jeans slid down his torso, revealing the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear. He blushed when Lane pointed it out, not understanding that she was happy about it, until he heard his zipper begin to descend. Over the next twenty five minutes, Abe worked his respectable 8 and a half inch uncut cock into her tight twat while maneuvering her so he could watch her moan and shiver, making her perky tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Having seen Will hard a few times when they would jerk off looking at Will’s brother’s pornos, Abe knew Will wasn’t as long as he was, although they were around the same width. Since toning his stomach, Abe had seen his cock get longer, or at least seem longer, so it took awhile for Lane to be able to take the whole thing. In the last few minutes, she was taking it all and begging for more, which worked Abe up until he couldn’t hold back and blasted his load inside her. Informing Lane he was cumming with a scream, she hopped off his cock and let the last few spurts hit her in the tummy and tits before leaning down and licking it clean. Disappointed he’d cum before getting her off, Abe threw her back on the bed and started licking and fingering Lane, imitating the porn video he’d found and watched at Mike’s a few weeks ago when the college stud left him alone after a work out to run to a class. Since she was already worked up, Lane had no trouble giving Abe a hand by stroking her clit and pussy lips while he licked and nibbled on her. In no time she was on the verge of cumming, and seeing Abe’s renewed hard on, she told him to fuck her while she creamed. Showing no mercy, he slammed most of his cock in on one stroke and less than a minute of pounding later, Abe felt her pussy shoot all over his cock and pelvis. The added lubrication made it easier for him to pick up the pace, spending five or ten minutes giving Lane orgasm after orgasm until he felt himself get close again. Pulling out of her wet snatch, Abe grabbed his phone from the bed next to him, and turned on the camera while Lane lay beneath him with her eyes closed. Tucking the phone into the arms of a teddy bear a few feet away from them, Abe hit record and got in position to jerk off on Lane’s tits and face. He started cumming the moment he thought about showing the tape to Mike, and how the stud would react to a video of his younger friend losing his virginity and coating the girl in his warm boy cum. As he soaked her chest, chin and cheeks, somehow the vision in his mind combined the actions until Abe was shooting all over Mike. The idea made him cum even harder. After cleaning up, getting dressed, making out for awhile and then sneaking back out of Lane’s house, Abe was exhausted. Walking down the block to his house, he looked over and wondered if Will had done anything like that with Lane. He decided it was better not to think about it since Will was his friend and he’d just slept with Will’s ex. As if a light turned on, Abe suddenly realized what he’d done might end his friendship with Will. Guilt sat in his stomach like a rock until he decided that Will had ended their friendship, not him. Satisfied with his justification, Abe went to bed dreaming of Lane. Abel Bodied Boy Part 2: Trying New Things Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which is now right above Part 2). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Fourteen tacos later, Abe and Will were walking back to campus when Will got quiet and asked if Abe could forgive him for disappearing on him the way he had. Too guilty to say anything, Abe just shrugged the way he always did, and Will laughed and pulled him into a hug. As they rounded the last corner before entering the back door by the pool, Abe couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out "I'm in love with Lane." "I know bro," Will said after a few seconds of awkward silence. "I figured it out a few weeks after I got together with her when you stopped coming over or hanging out with either of us. If you want to get with her, I'm okay with it." "Seriously?" Abe sounded younger than he had in two years, hope and disbelief combining to create a painfully juvenile tone to his voice. "You're my best friend man," Will added, putting an arm around his buddy as they walked into the dark back hallway. "I'd be a dick to stand in the way of Looooove. But you should know, she will probably say no man. She's not really into the whole 'muscle jock' popular crew thing you got going on these days." "Thanks for the warning man," Abe said while elbowing his buddy for making fun of his feelings. "but I think I'll give it a shot anyway." By the end of the week, Abe and Lane were officially dating, and Will and Abe's friendship was back to normal. Abe never questioned Lane about which one of them had ended their relationship, he was just happy to have both his friends back in his life, not to mention the added perks that came with the new dimension of Lane's friendship. His only hesitancy came when his first swim meet arrived and he knew that Lane was finally going to have to hang with his teammates and their girlfriends. Just as she had before, Lane proved to be his perfect match, getting along great with the girlfriends of the guys on the team, even offering to drive the carpool the next time they were gonna head to an away meet to cheer them on. In a couple more weeks, Abe began to notice Lane adapting more and more to fit in with the in crowd. Lane's previous standard appearance consisted of disheveled long hair, holy jeans, ironic t-shirts, tons of rings and bracelets, flats and the occasional long skirt or sweater, but now she was rarely seen in public without high heels, fitted skirts, tight blouses, and maybe a watch and necklace. Even her classic brown curls were trimmed, styled and highlighted. By Christmas, Abe and Lane were one of the most popular couples in the school, due to his athletic success and her new clique of gal pals. They were invited to every party and always arrived just late enough, stayed just long enough and left early enough to ensure the perfect appearance and reputation. Rich and his mom were so happy to see him succeeding in school, activities and relationships, they surprised him with a pre-owned truck, which he and Lane christened the "tsunami" during a hot session in the bed of the truck that very night. Abe fell harder and harder for Lane with each passing day, never straying or even flirting with any other girls, even after their nights together started becoming further and further apart and their sex became more and more routine. At first they were going at it like bunnies, trying various positions and acts whenever they could get some privacy. Once Lane's transformation started, the sex became more adventurous, including new locales and risks. Some of their wilder exploits included Lane riding Abe in the back of a bus heading back from a meet, Abe eating Lane out in the middle of a movie theatre, Lane sucking Abe off under the blanket on a ski trip with five other couples in the dark room, Abe taking Lane from behind while hot tubbing only feet from a couple friends at his coach's house, and even a night of playing in the same bed as the co-captain of the swim team and his girl. As the swim season wore down to a close, Lane had begged off from a lot of possible hook-ups, and Abe figured it was just because they'd been together for awhile and had begun cooling off. Still, he felt pretty frustrated when they went away with some other couples over a four day weekend and they only had sex twice during the entire trip, and only when Lane was drunk. With the deadline coming to decide where they would be matriculating after graduation, Abe was hoping to convince Lane to pick the University where Mike was now a coach, since they'd both been accepted and he'd been offered a scholarship. With records and first place wins in most of his events at the state swimming championships, Abe decided that night was the perfect night to ask Lane to go with him to college, and maybe even get pre-engaged (until he could afford a nice enough ring). Pulling over before they reached the congratulatory party, Abe took a deep breath and turned to Lane, who was complaining that they were going to be late. Swallowing the fear in his throat, he took her hand and turned off the engine. Before she could tell him to forget any ideas he had about quickies in the truck, he cut her off. "Lane," His voice quivered as he said the name of the only girl he'd ever loved. "I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. Everything I've achieved tonight and over the past year has been due to your support and love. I know I've told you I want to go to school where Mike is teaching, but more than that...I want to be with you. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives, and that means going to the same school. So I need to know if you will go to ----------- University with me, or not?" "No Abel," Lane said after a moment of tense silence. "I already decided to go somewhere else." "O...k..." Abe answered, confused and off balance. Still he wasn't giving up. "Where do you want us to go?" "I want to go to Penn State Abel," Lane looked down and her voice got quieter as she added "but I want to go...by myself." Abe sat in a state of shock as Lane explained that she was just coming into her own and didn't want to go to college with him. She was happy and popular finally and wanted to explore what else she could do, without having to worry about a boyfriend waiting at home. By the time she was finished she'd made it perfectly clear that while she cared for Abe, she saw their relationship as having an expiration date, excluding the possibility of going to school together, in the same area, or even trying to make it work long distance. Still, she made it clear that she planned to stay with him until after graduation, especially since she thought they had a good chance of winning prom king and queen. Heartbroken and numb, Abe drove to the party and wandered through the crowds of well-wishers and back-slappers in a haze. On the ride home he drove in silence as Lane chattered nervously about plans for spring break and the upcoming formal dances. When he pulled into her driveway, he was too upset to do anything as Lane leaned over and sucked him off right there in front of her house. Much like every other teen boy on the planet, Abe's cock betrayed him and got hard for her talented tongue, finishing with a large load of cum which she jerked out of his dick as it shot onto her tits and the steering wheel. Kissing him on the cheek, Abe could tell she was reassured of his loyalty to her as she slid out and went inside. Driving his truck down the cul-de-sac, he wiped the cum from the wheel onto his thumb and pointer finger and sucked them clean before putting away his cock and bursting into tears. Crying himself dry, he looked up almost an hour later as Will's car pulled into the next drive over. Needing a friend, Abe went to get out and go talk to his buddy, until he saw a figure moving down the sidewalk. Concealed in darkness, he watched his 'girlfriend' appear next to his best bud's car and start chatting. His fist clenched when he saw Will lean in and kiss Lane, even going so far as to push her top up to gain access to breasts. Before he could get a handle on what was happening, Will had Lane pushed against the side of his crappy car, her skirt hiked up as his pants came down and he entered her. Furious but frozen to his seat, Abe watched his two best friends for the last decade as they betrayed him. Unsure whether to scream or run over and murder them both, he jumped when his phone buzzed with a message from Mike asking how the meet went. A lightbulb went off in that second, and Abe turned on the video camera on his phone, zooming in on his puny neighbor's 7 inch dick as he pulled it out of Lane's bush covered pussy, before spinning her around, bending her over the hood and entering her from behind. Tears returned to his eyes as he captures another 4 minutes of Will's ass pumping Lane's twat before pressing hard against her as he, presumably unloaded inside her. Waiting for them to sneak away, Abe watched the video again, wondering what to do with it. With no one else to talk to, Abe sent the video to Mike with the caption 'BFF and GF betray me. What should I do?' before quietly making his way into his house and up to his room. Tired and over-wrought, he passed out without reading Mike's response: "I took care of it." -- Around noon the next day Abe woke up and wondered if the entire night had been a dream, so he reached for his phone to check for the video and found something else entirely. Hundreds of texts and calls had been missed while he was asleep, all of them expressing doubt, disbelief and disdain for the horrible thing Lane had done to Abe the night before. Without knowing how anyone knew, he read a few dozen messages before one of them mentioned a video link on facebook. Eyes widening, Abe dashed over to his laptop and opened his facebook page, scrolling through similar messages and posts until he found one from another guy on his swim team that said only "Bitch betrays best dude in school with his best bud" and had a link to video. Clicking the link, Abe's jaw dropped as the video he'd recorded came to life in front of him. Had he posted it and forgotten? Neither his phone or computer seemed to think so, but then how...Mike. Pulling his phone over to him, he dialed his friend as he read the dozens of comments from half the kids at their school. "Guess you finally woke up," Mike spoke calmly. Trying to form questions in his head about how, why and what had made Mike post it, Abe was unable to complete any before Mike would jump in with an answer. Once he saw the video Abe sent him the night before, he got so mad that he sent it to a couple of the other guys on the swim team and told them to go over today and kick Will's ass, since Abe was too nice to ever try it. Instead one of the guys decided to make the retribution more equal and posted it online, planning to send it to Will and Lane's parents, but forgetting to make the link private. Some girl who had a crush on Abe saw it before he could take it down and shared it with all of her facebook friends, one of whom reposted it, ensuring that it was now online forever. Mark apologized and asked if Abe was alright, but the teen was still too numb to be sure. All he knew was it would be hell going anywhere for the next few days with everyone pitying him and asking him questions. "I think I know what will make you feel better and allow you to avoid the pity party," Mike replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Why don't you skip the three day week leading into your spring break, hop a plane, and come check out the campus! If money's a problem you can use my frequent flyer miles and crash at my place. I know you wanted to wait to decide until you found out where Lane was going, but I figure that is no longer the case. Besides getting away from the drama, this will give me a chance to convince you to come here next year, what do you say?" His clothes were filing his duffle bag halfway through the request and Mike assured him he'd find a flight out sometime in the next twelve hours. Hanging up, Abe finished tossing a random assortment of clothing in the bag and jotted down a note to his mom explaining (without going into detail) that he and Lane had broken up and he was going to visit Mike for spring break to start moving on. All set and ready, he dashed down the stairs and almost ran into Lane who was crying, leaning against his driver's side door. Aching to comfort her, he paused before announcing himself by clearing his throat and tossing his bag past her into the bed of the truck. As their eyes met, he could see she was devastated and he desperately wanted to run over and hold her until it was all better, until she opened her mouth. "I know it looks bad," she sniffled as she spoke. "but I swear that video was made before we got together. I would never hurt you like that, and I think we can fix this if we tell everyone we're still together on Monday." "Lane....how..." Abe looked at the girl he had planned to be with for the rest of his life and watched her lie so convincingly that he almost believed her. He should have been livid, but all he felt was a dawning of clarity. Slowly he began to giggle as he realized that Lane had never really loved him in the first place. The chuckles grew into a full scale laughing fit when he saw that Will really had broken up with her to play the field, and she was only using Abe to get over him, until it opened a door to popularity. Her face was a mix of horror and anxiety watching Abe laugh like a man possessed when the pieces fell into place and he figured out that she was nothing more than a groupie who took advantage of him. Finally she got fed up and shouted at him to tell her what was so funny. "I honestly thought you were going to apologize." Abe smiled and motioned for her to get out of his way. When she wouldn't. he simply walked around and slid in the truck cab from the passenger's side. "I thought you had some explanation that might make me forgive your for using me as nothing more than some stepping stool to the a-list. Tell everyone whatever the hell you want, but I made that video, and finally I can see what you are, and I'm pretty sure everyone else does too. Sorry it got out, but good luck on becoming prom queen. We're through." -- Flying standby sucks, especially after a big break up, but Abe forgot the entire ordeal as he walked out of the sliding glass doors and saw his blonde, buff buddy pulling up to the curb in his awesome convertible. They shared a hug that lasted longer than might have been kosher in any other situation, but both men were too relieved to be together to care. On their way back to campus, Mike explained that his new job came with lots of perks, the most recent being a huge bonus after he helped lead three of their teams to national championships, and recruited two nationally ranked athletes. "Three," he added, turning to Abe. "once I get you to sign on this week." The drive was pretty long, but the friends were in no hurry and talked most of the way. When they pulled onto school grounds, the sun had set hours ago, and the lamps gave the college a mystical gold glow. It was everything Mike had described plus all Abe imagined and more. Driving around the edge of the campus, Abe's head whipped around like a kid on his first trip to the zoo, eager to see each amazing aspect of the tour as Mike talked about it. Too soon, they were pulling into a neighborhood off campus and into the garage attached to a nice two story house. The wonder returned to the younger man's eyes while they toured the simple two bedroom house, walking from the garage, into the kitchen, across the dining room, through the living room, up the stairs and peeking into the master bedroom before being shown the guest room/gym and attached bath. Sitting on the bed, Abe fought to keep his eyes open but Mike could see the boy was exhausted from his trip and recent ordeal. He wished him sweet dreams and walked down the hall to his room, while Abe stripped out of his shirt, shorts and undies and passed out in only his socks. -- For the next two days, Mike paired Abe with one of the guys from the university swim team and had the two of them go everywhere together. Classes, work-outs and swim practice were almost as fun for Abe as the visits to the dorms, dining halls and events in the evenings. It turned out that this week was also a short one for the college, with midterms wrapping up and athletics taking time off for spring break. Since Mike was also teaching some kinesiology classes while coaching, Abe was glad that Chris was able to show him around and keep him company. By the time Abe got back to Mike's house each night, both of them had eaten dinner separately, and they decided to spend the evenings working out in Abe's bedroom/the gym. Both men had worked out at the campus athletic center during the day, but Abe, like his host/mentor, liked to finish each day with some exercise before bed. They sat shirtless and pumped iron with each other while shooting the shit and it seemed like no time had passed since they'd done the same thing over Abe's garage. When Abe showered each night, he found himself stroking his stiff dick to images of the two of them pumping iron next to one another, but never continued to orgasm. He didn't question what about the memory made him hard, he just blamed it on being a horny teen naked in the shower, and happening to think about how good he felt with his buddy. When Thursday arrived, Mike was all done with testing so he offered to hang out with Abe, since Chris had two midterms that day. The morning began with a run around the stadium, followed by a swim in one of the three Olympic sized pools on campus, then lunch at a local burger joint, before heading to a pudding wrestling match put on by two of the frat houses in the afternoon, and finishing with a work out at the gym and dinner at a dive bar across the street. Walking back to Mike's house, the coach asked Abe what he wanted to do that night, and Abe shrugged like always, which elicited a headlock from the older of the two. "Okay, Uncle, UNCLE!" Abe laughed as they separated, and thought for a second before coming up with a reply. "Alright Mr. important coach guy, I want to get drunk, get wild, and get laid at a party." "Damn man, not sure if we can," Mike replied, obviously let down that he couldn't provide for his bud. "Since campus closes over the break, most of the kids head home once midterms are over. All the housing is empty so the only people left are the few grad students, faculty and a random student or two who finds a motel or a couch to crash on before catching a flight out." "Shit Mike, seriously?" Abe was disappointed about the lack of entertainment, since he finally felt up to scoring some pussy. "Not a single party we can check out?" "Hold on," Mike whipped out his phone and started texting. While Abe checked out a hot girl who was jogging past, Mike's phone started to explode and Abe's hope's raised that someone had an idea of where to go for booze, tunes and boobs. "Turns out Chris is still in town, was planning on staying with a friend at his apartment. Hmmm, it's not my best plan, but if you're down we could have Chris, his buddy and some of the assistant coaches come to my place and party." "I dunno man, sounds like a sausage fest," Abe lamented. "And what about some booze?" "I got tons back at my place in the basement," Mike assured him. "and Chris says his buddy Dirk has some goodies, if you want to get high." With all the opportunities that had come his way over the past two years, Abe had never taken any that involved drugs. During the athletic season he and the other guys were subject to random piss tests so they never smoked or snorted anything between late October and early April, and the rest of the time he always begged off or passed the joint along when it came his way. That night, as they made their way up Mike's front walk, the blonde muscle god seemed so non-chalant about it that Abe couldn't help but feel his first ever pang of immaturity next to him. His mind didn't even get a chance to object before his mouth wrote a check he wasn't sure he could cash. "I'm up for trying anything tonight," Abe regretted his choice of words, hoping Mike wouldn't put it together that he just admitted to being a drug virgin. "Tell Dirk to bring whatever he can and head over." "Done," Mike texted as he spoke. "I'll send out word to all the peeps I know who'll be down and have them head over here. Once I know who's coming, I'll know if we'll need to try Dirk's stuff in the gym for privacy. Either way just watch what I do with anything you're unsure how to use. If you're like me, it is easy to forget how to do this stuff between sessions." Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!

For me this is a very tough question to answer. Going one step further...If you had to give up getting fucked or sucking cock, what would it be? Thought about this before and I can't decide. My best ever experience remains the first time I sucked cock aged 16. I was on cloud nine for about a week after. I love taking cock in my ass but I don't know if I could ever give up sucking cock if I had to choose.

I'm a bottom and LOVE rimming guys holes! When I'm sucking on a top's cock, I'll always move down to his balls and suck and kiss them. Then I will always try to rim his ass hole. Lots of times the top will push me away and tell me to stop, but if he doesn't l rim him deep. It really excites me and if I'm stoking his cock I love to feel him twitch as my tongue is working in his ass. This can really make some tops more aggressive when I pull my tongue out and they seem to fuck me a lot harder. I never try to fuck the guy, I just love looking at his ass hole and making love to it with my tongue. If I'm at a sex party or at a bathhouse in group sex, I love to rim another bottoms ass if he is busy sucking cock. If the bottom has been fucked, i love rimming him and tasting the cum a top has left in him too.

You never know what your going to find when you go to a bath. Yesterday was a successful visit. At first there weren't many tops there (for that matter not many people there at all - top or bttm). Spent a few minutes walking around to check out the few that were there. I was starting to consider just taking loads from some of the trolls there just to get a couple of loads in my hole for strictly lube thinking it would cum in handy for hopefully hotter fucks. Fortunately, I didn't need to do that. Turned the corner in one of the hallways and literally ran into an extremely hot guy whose hard dick was giving his towel that "tent pole" look. We locked eyes and he knew what he wanted and I knew what he could give to me. He followed me to the dark area, walked behind a wall and stuck his hard huge cock through the hole for me to feast on..and that's what I did while he moaned in pleasure and told me that I was his pig, that I was going to get his hot load, etc. - all the right words to get me to suck harder and beg more. After being reminded that I was a worthless cum whore, I was awarded with a huge hot creamy load shot down my throat (Load #1). Beautiful cock, huge hot load - a great way to start. After waiting for a sling hog to finally get out of the sling I hopped in and immediately got some action from a guy who unfortunately put on a condom much to my disappointment. I suggested removing the wrap and was told that he had to leave it on because he was going to be fucking his girlfriend in a few hours. You can't win them all as they say...so I thought I would let him at least fuck my hole and stretch it our for breeding by a raw cock. The guy didn't cum and left me swinging in the sling. Decided to get out of the sling and walked into the nearby dark room bent over and within a minute had what felt like a large big headed dick being pushed into me. The top pounded my hole hard and for some time...he was on a breeding mission! About 5 minutes of non-stop fucking later, I go what I wanted/needed...and large hot load...one of those ones that you can feel being shot into your hole (load #2). The top bent over and whisper a thank you in my ear and for being such a dirty pig hole and taking his dirty load. Can't ask for more than that. While he was pounding my hole, a good size crowd gather to watch the breeding. So, when he was done, all I had to do was spin around a bit and I had another good sized dick in my pig hole. As you know, a breeding top can't resist fucking a sloppy cum slick hole. Load number 3 (and unfortunately the last) was pounded in quickly. So, overall, it was a fairly successful visit. 3 loads total...1 down my throat and 2 in my pig hole.

Rimming doesn´t mean, a guy is Top or bottom. I am a bottom and love to rim in any way.

Thanks for all the comments guys, I appreciate the feedback. Fisterm8 - Sadly Pedro's now in the US and not in Scotland anymore! He was (and I'm sure, still is) and amazingly talented fuck. I'll post another installment in a week. Cheers

As a top the ultimate complement is the bottom getting the load and being bruised totally on the chest.

two months ago I went and got a PA. Since then, I have not fucked, just a few JO sessions and one nice Oral session. well, finally thought I was healed enough to fuck. a buddy came over last night and I pounded his ass into the mattress, then flipped him over onto his back and pounded him till I felt my load rising. Told him I was gonna cum, he told me to shoot it deep. I shoved all the way in and shot my seed into his willing ass. Pulled out, he jerked off and shot. we snuggled and fell asleep. At 5 am, I woke up to him playing with my cock. I told him to get on his belly, got some spit on my cock and pushed in to his hole, with just my sit and cum as lube. Pounded him again for a while stopped and held myself inside him for a minute or two, then pounded him again. took another break inside him before giving his ass a final pounding and seeding him a second time. This morning as we were getting ready to get some breakfast, he told me it felt incredible to have me fuck him with the PA. he loves me fucking and seeding him, but he said this was way more sensual, that the PA was hitting something inside him that made if really incredible.

I like a loose hole, so that I can spit on it and slide right in without the guy I'm fucking needing me to go gently. Best is when the guy knows how to work his fuckhole, squeezing it tight and then loosening it as he rides, so that I don't have to do the work and he just milks that load out of my nuts like a hungry lil whore.

Agree with a Harness and Jockstrap. Something to hold on to, while keeping the hole exposed with cock & balls out of sight.

I want Alex to fuck his brother and then his sister

He-Man & Skeletor

I got real good muscle control I can make me hole as loose or as tight as me fuckers want even after a hard gangbang I can still control it ! One of me first regular tops had a real thick uncut genuine 13 inches n he fucked real hard n ruff n he allways wanted a real tight hole so I think he trained me real good he was never gentle even the first time he just went balls deep in one big push (_0_)

At 45 years old, Jim was a tall man at 6' 6" when barefoot. He weighed about 200, had collar length brown hair, a mustache, wore glasses and was endowed with seven cut inches. His callused work-worn hands weren't conducive to masturbating so he needed to fuck ass and mouth or get sucked off. Clem was short at 5' 6" and about 150 to 160 pounds, sported blond hair in a buzzcut, was clean-shaven and sported well-bitten nails unlike Jim's nails which always had grease under them due to his job at a junkyard dismantling cars, engines and checking transmissions. Clem worked as a clerk in a retail store. They met at a bar and seemed smitten with each other. After getting to know each other over a couple of beers and Clem giving Jim's cock a quick kiss in the men's room, they headed to Jim's place, a pad in an older two-story block of flats. Once inside they hugged and french kissed and then stripped. They admired each other, Clem admiring Jim's rugged work-strong but slender body and his cock ans balls nestled in dark brown pubes and his size 13 feet. Jim liked Clem's youthful body and his masculinity as well as his respectable uncut 6" cock. They hugged and french-kissed, lay on the bed and continued for another few minutes. "You ready to get fucked Clem?" Jim asked. "I was ready before I even saw your cock in the bar men's room," Clem gushed. Clem began sucking on Jim's already half-hard cock bringing it to full hardness. Jim then got some Vaseline while Clem took his place on the bed laying on his stomach and spreading his legs wide. Jim quickly greased-up his loggerhead, spat on Clem's asshole and mounted him. Clem could feel the man's warmth as the stud mounted him. Jim put his hard on to Clem's entrance and let his weight drive it right home. None of the slow shit Jim reserved for breaking the cherries of men he liked. Clem flinched at the man's sudden complete penetration which ended a second later with Jim's balls on Clem's ass. Jim flexed his love-muscle which Clem felt as it swelled a bit and then began fucking Clem who was loving it after just a few strokes. Jim fucked Clem good, putting his own sexual pleasure and enjoyment ahead of how his conquest felt. Clem was enjoying Jim's studmanship, glad to finally find a real man instead of some wimp who worried too much about how some piece of ass felt. Jim sawed away for about ten minutes, gradually speeding-up his thrusts, his dick feeling better with each powerful thrust of his loins driving it in his punk's cunt of an ass. Clem was so turned on after eight or nine minutes that he came, his dick shooting off sperms between his belly and the bed sheet. The orgasm tightened his ass for Jim who liked it tightening-up around his dick. Jim fucked even faster and harder enjoying himself being the man in their relationship, his dick in heaven as he piston-thrust in the tight ass. The final minute saw Jim's crotch slapping Clem's ass with each powerful thrust as he pounded him into the bed and then hilted himself pumping spurt after penis-pleasing spurt deep into the man-loving ass. Jim then resumed thrusting, pumping his remaining cum into Clem who arched his back to get as much as his new hero's dick into his hole as possible. Jim snapped his hips to slam home two more mighty thrusts and rested on Clem's back to enjoy the after fuck while Clem praised Jim and the great fuck he threw into him. Jim told Clem he was a great piece of ass and that he'd gladly fuck him as often as he wanted. Clem lovingly massaged his hero's dick with his talented ass muscles and told Jim he wished more men were like him. After resting a few more minutes our hero withdrew from his anal conquest and stood beside the bed. Clem got up, bent over and lovingly sucked Jim's dick clean and kissed it and his sweaty balls. He then licked his cum off Jim's bed and said he wanted to rim Jim.

Fuckin A, pig! Please post a link on Tumblr. More coming soon...

6'2" and 240 lbs. So you are a big guy, and that changes everything. HIV has no impact on muscle mass, none whatsoever. Just remember that. I`ve got 30 years of gym in me, with all the frustations and discoveries i accumulated. I could give you a 50 pages answer, and still have more to say, so some key points. The NUMBER ONE reason that guys quits is because of the absence or results. Bodybuilders are not created, they are born. Muscle gain is 100% genetics. Trainers and magazine will tell you otherwise but research has proven it over and over again. One of the best comparison is height. Imagine a 5`8" guy asking you to show him how to grow to 6`2" because clearly, you were 5`8" once and you sucessfully grew another 4 inches! You are tall (the taller you are, the less you gain muscle mass, one of the unbroken law in gyms is "anyone who is more muscular than you, is always shorter than you) and you can gain fat, which to me means a muscle beef rather than a lean fit guy. There so many sites and books on muscle gain out there that you can find all the info you need. My wisest advice to you is to go back to the gym, even if you are not seeing any changes. I could spill my 30 years of frustration with a body that just won`t gain muscle mass (steroids, professionnal trainers, food, supplements: nothing worked) but it`s not the topic. Youre poz, tall and big, so just go back, 5 days a week, 6 if possible. Even if some days you train like shit, and you do only 10% of what you have done the day before. Just go back. Hope you keep sharing your "shape" journey. I will read every posts. Steve

I love having a wrecked hole. It makes me feel slutty which is what I am. Love how easy it opens up just when I clean it and how cocks just disappear in it.

Black cum dump in HOLLYWOOD taking now.

well keep us posted subchub. i would love to see the pics or video.

Abel bodied boy part 3: Mostly Willing and Abel Here’s a recap and character description for anyone who needs it. Characters: Abel aka Abe: 5’11” brown hair, hazel eyes, ripped smooth straight swimming dude with an 8.5 inch uncut dick. Former loser/average-Joe turned high school swim team super star after a summer spent lifeguarding (and becoming buff) under the tutelage of Mike. Abe spent most of senior year dating a girl he’s loved for years, but was heartbroken when she admitted she wanted to break up after graduation and then cheated on him with her ex. Upset and humiliated, he ran off to spend a week with Mike, which has culminated in a guys’ night complete with drinks, porn, parTying and Abe witnessing two of the guys engaged in gay sex. Mike: 5’9” blonde, blue eyes, muscular shaved body-building college prof/athletic coach with a thick 7.5 inch cut cock. Worked with Abe at the pool while finishing grad school, becoming a good friend and motivation to him in the process. Moved cross-country to take his first coaching job at a prestigious university and invited Abe to come visit after hearing how he got his heart broken. Hosting a party with some friends, and introduced Abe to his first hard drugs. He just witnessed the same thing Abe did and seems unphased… Chris: 6’1” Buzzed black hair, blue eyes, shaved college swimmer with the body to match and 8 inches of uncut meat. Abe spent the week shadow Chris to his classes and hanging with him. Chris helped organize the party and doesn’t know that Mike and Abe just saw him get sucked off by another party guest, Westy, and promised Westy he would take it up the ass from him later! Dirk: 6’4” Buzzed brown hair, brown eyes, slim, tattooed, wiry, white-trash drug dealer with serious abs, dark treasure trail but hasn’t revealed his cock yet. Came with Chris to the party and provided the tina and other party favors. Assistant Football Coach Kiernan “Westy” West: 6’2” brown curly hair, green eyes, firm muscular built body of an athlete, with curly chest hair, sweet bubble butt and 7 thick cut inches. Westy just sucked off Chris in the basement bathroom and showed off an impressive bulge, promising to use it on Chris’ ass later. Assistant Wrestling Coach Cody “Eddie” Edwards” 5’9” wavy black hair, olive skin, dark eyes, fuzzy muscular body, awesome smile, and who knows what else… Eddie has been enjoying the party so far and has no idea what his best friend, Westy, just got caught doing in the bathroom. Now where were we? Ah yes… Realizing Westy was about to discover him, Abel panicked at the thought of Chris and Westy finding out he watched them screwing around. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" Now Part 3 “I…um…” Abe sputtered and turned bright red. He willed his hard on to go away, and figured the embarrassment would do it, but no such luck. It continued to pulse harder against his abs as he tried desperately to find some excuse why he’d been watching two guys go at it in the bathroom. Instead he found himself mesmerized by Mike’s wide tan pecs and bulging arms as they worked to put the tina in the pipe. “Calm down Abel,” the blonde god laughed and patted the couch next to him, before pulling out the torch and starting to melt the pipe’s contents. “If you’re gonna get freaked out everytime somebody sneaks off to fuck around tonight, you might as well go back home right now.” “You serious?” Slowly sinking next to his friend/idol, Abe’s incredulity was the only thing that gave away his inexperience and age. Waiting for the answer as Mike took a hit off the glass bubble, Abe couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was in over his head and should do as the more experienced guy suggested. “Yeah, but don’t sweat it Abe. Just take a hit,” Mike handed him the pipe and torch, exhaling his own huge cloud as he explained. “and keep an open mind. Guys will be guys, and sometimes, when there isn’t any pussy around, they will do stuff you’d never expect. Desperate high times call for desperate low measures.” The two of them shared a laugh at Mike’s joke and Abe felt himself worrying less and less as they continued to pass the pipe between them. Before long, he’d forgotten to be afraid and was asking dirty questions about what Mike had seen guys do when they were on this stuff and how far would they go when they had no girls around. “You’ll be amazed,” Mike lamented before taking a shotgun hit from Abe’s mouth, brushing his pink lips against the teen’s mouth as he did it, then exhaling back to the boy with another brush past. “This shit makes men wicked horny for any warm body I meet.” “Any warm body YOU meet,” Abe repeated the coach’s words, to be sure he heard right. “You mean you’ve-“ “Not me specifically,” Mike quickly corrected the boy. “I just mean these clouds cloud your judgement and anyone can end up doing something you don’t expect.” They sat only a few inches apart and looked at each other. Abe’s head was spinning, sweat rolled down both their bare torsos and he was aware once again that his cock was hardening in his jock. The only sound he could hear was his own heart beat as the two of them leaned in towards each other. Moments, perhaps only a second before they were close enough for their lips to meet, they jumped apart when Chris’ voice called out for Mike to “come judge the contest.” Caring little about what Chris was asking, both guys hopped up and collected themselves before heading back into the main room to see what the swimmer jock wanted. It was perfect timing as Chris was just a few steps from coming into the room to look for them. “Westy and Eddy are fucking around, doing a “pose” off, and they want to have a contest to see who has the hottest bod.” Chris informed them, oblivious to what he’d almost walked in on. “so we need you guys to come judge.” “Screw judging,” Mike responded, leading Chris and Abe over to the couches and tossing Dirk the pipe to reload while he talked. “It wouldn’t be a fair fight without me competing.” Chris, Eddy and Dirk all chimed in with an “ooooohhh” signifying the fact they were being burned by the buff young blonde coach, but they couldn’t seem to do it with a straight face. The laughter was dying down as Dirk suggested he and Abe would judge, which got some approving responses until Abe’s voice broke above the din. “What about me?” asked the high school swim god. “What about you?” Westy replied, stretching his arms in preparation for the contest. “I wanna compete too,” Abe’s response silenced the other guys for a second before Mike walked over to him and clapped a hand on his back and chuckled. “Fine,” the host said, squeezing his teen protégé’s shoulder. “We can all compete and we can all judge.” Abe couldn’t believe he’d been so brazen to suggest he might have a chance at competing in anything with these fully developed models of muscular perfection. Even Dirk, the skinniest of the group, possessed abs with more ridges than most mountain ranges. If Abe had any chance of saving face, he knew he’d need something a lot more flashy than his b-ball shorts to show off in. He considered dropping his pants and posing in his jock, but then he knew his big round ass would be on display and might lower his chances of doing well. The problem seemed to solve itself when Dirk began bitching about how unfair it was that Chris could show off in the speedos, while he was stuck in a pair of plaid boxers and his board shorts. The color drained from Chris and Westy, and Abe suddenly remembered that they’d switched undies back in the bathroom when Westy sucked Chris off. If they dropped their shorts, everyone would know they’d been fucking around. Abe smirked and looked over to Mike who shared a look with him that said ‘I know what you’re thinking’ causing the two of them to laugh. Eddy and Dirk seemed confused by their outburst, but Chris and Westy were suddenly sharing looks that seemed to share a fear that maybe the laughter was at them…which it was. Taking pity, Mike offered a solution. “How about this?” He said, standing up with a freshly loaded bowl and handing it to Abe to hit so he would stop laughing. “I have some new calvin klein tighty whiteys upstairs in my room, we can each wear a pair of those.” “Still not even odds bro,” Dirk chimed in. “I got a lot smaller waist than you old ass mutha fuckers. Chris n’ Abel and I’ll be swimmin in that shit!” “I got a few clean pairs in my suitcase,” Abe said before realizing what he was offering. True he was not as skinny as Dirk, but he was a lot closer around the waist than Mike, Eddy and Westy. “Sounds good to me bro,” Chris chimmed in, desperate for any option that wouldn’t involve him having to show himself in Westy’s oversized briefs, with a combination of their jizz spotted in the crotch. “Sweet,” Mike said, hopping into coach mode and ending the debate. “Abel, go with Dirk and show him where yours are, then grab the unopened pack from the bag near my bed, I’ll change the lighting and you three can refill the pipes. When everyone gets back we can each take a second between turns to step into the john and change, cool? Go to it!” -- Taking two steps at a time, Dirk chatted about what a chill pad Mike had, and held a conversation about how good the tina was with himself. Abe just went along as tour guide and it was a good thing, since he was preoccupied with thoughts of Chris and Dirk in his underwear all the way up. “---dontcha think bro?” Abe caught the end of whatever question Dirk was asking as they turned the corner into the guest room/gym where Abe was staying while in Mike’s house. Before he could ask Dirk to repeat himself, the dealer interrupted him with some more one-sided chatting. “Damn dude, check out the mirrors in this place. Oh shit and the work out shit too! Mike is one kinky mutha fucker! Bet he lays on this weight bench and lifts naked! Pro’ly doesn’t have Looks like it was made for porn!” Dirk pulled his boxers and shorts down so his ass was hanging out, and mounted the bench and began humping it. In spite of his tweaked state, Abe laughed and enjoyed the other boy’s antics. Once he’d gotten a laugh, Dirk hopped back up, but left his shorts and boxers pushed down his butt cheeks, holding them up in front with one hand and readjusting his ball cap with the other. “So where are these lil boy undies o’ yours man?” Dirk said, kicking off his shoes and hopping onto the bed. Abe was offended by the implication that his briefs were for little boys, so he pulled them out and tossed a pair on Dirk’s face. The dealer flung them back and the two of them traded the white cotton underwear a few times before Abe defended them. “Nothing little about what goes in these dick!” Abe said grabbing his crotch, trying to seem tough and manly. “Prove it Marky Mark” Dirk’s insult made little sense until Abe caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and started laughing again. “Fuck you dude,” Abe shot back. “At least I’m not Eminem’s retarded cousin, skittles.” Both guys cracked up at that, but suddenly Dirk was on his feet next to Abe, with his outstretched hand pushing a pair of briefs in Abe’s chest. “Seriously, show me how butch you look in your panties.” Dirk stopped laughing and gave Abe a look that he recognized from the showers with the swim team There is was used as a taunt. An unspoken dare by some cocky dude who wanted the other dude to drop his speedos or run out crying. Either way it was a win for the daring party, but rarely turned out well for the dared. After all, even the most hung guys are tiny after two hours in an ice cold pool with their junk plastered to their hips in spandex. This time however, Abe was confident that his cock, which had been hard until only a few minutes before, would be ready to prove its worth. “Fine,” turning around, Abe pulled down his shorts and jock and stepped out of them, before realizing Dirk could see everything in the mirror. Undaunted, he turned to face the boy, who he now realized was probably only 2 or 3 years older than him, and slowly donned the white briefs. “Not bad A,” Dirk reached out and squeezed Abe’s crotch, but the teen controlled his urge to jump away and let the older teen have a feel. “Not bad at all. Got another for me?” Abe turned around and pulled another pair from the pocket on his suitcase, and handed back to dirk just as he was stepping out of his own undies and shorts. Standing up straight, Dirk had almost 6 inches on Abe, made all the more obvious with how close they were standing. Still that was nothing compared to the difference in their cocks. “Fuck man, you’re…huge,” Abe blurted out. “Heh, yeah.” Dirk shrugged, took the briefs from Abel’s hand and stepped into them, keeping eyes on the boy the while time. “Gets about 9 and half hard, but hits ten when it gets a tight pussy for the first time.” “Did it hurt?” Abe asked, referring to the piercing just underneath the head. “Nah man,” Dirk said, shrugging, and tucking the cock head away, but leaving his hand on it, so stroke a few times before pulling away. “Just sore for a couple days and hurt like a bitch first time it got hard, but since then it is awesome. Makes all the bitches cum. Wanna feel?” Abel was suddenly back in the real world and stepped away, realizing he was getting hard while they had been watching each other. “go ahead dude, don’t be shy.” Dirk wasn’t letting Abel leave. He grabbed the teenager by the wrist and thrust his hand into his own hardening cock. On instinct, Abel began palming it, helping it get bigger, and bigger. “You weren’t lying Dirk, you’re at least 9 inches.” Hearing Abe talking about the cock in his hand, Dirk released the grip on his wrist, knowing Abe wasn’t gonna run now that he had a cock in his hand. Dirk reached over and returned the favor, until both of them were hard and leaking in their briefs. Dirk leaned in and tried to kiss Abe, who turned his head to the side at the last second. The drug dealer always got what he wanted, so he grabbed the boys face and turned it back to his but they both jumped apart when a voice called up the stairs and told them to hurry up. Dashing to grab their shorts and pull them on over the briefs, they ran out so fast that Abe had to stop half way down the stairs and go back for another pair for Chris, and the unopened pack for the three muscly dudes. Holding the plastic wrapped briefs in his hand, he noticed something on the floor next to the bed, and realized it was Mike discarded jockstrap from their work out before. There was no way Mike could have changed before the other guys arrived, which meant he’d either shimmied out of it when Chris was with him in the other room, putting on the speedos or…Abe picked the jock up, it was still warm. He felt his stomach rising up. Mike must have been the voice they heard, and he must have yelled for them after he’d come upstairs and stripped off the jock. Abel stepped back into the hall and looked down to the door where he was staying. If mike had even glanced slightly that direction, he could have seen the entire production between Abe and Dirk. Descending the stairs, he dreaded the moment he’d have to face the rest of the party, sure that they would all be calling him a fag. Taking a deep breath before heading through the basement door, he reminded himself that Mike said nothing about Westy and Chris, and told himself that he knew they were closer friends than Mike and some guy from his team or a new co-worker. Still he broke a sweat, and it wasn’t just because the temperature in the basement was at least five degrees warmer than the rest of the house. As it turned out, Mike seemed oblivious and was more concerned with who would go first than what he maybe saw. Looking into his eyes as he hand Mike the briefs, Abel caught no sign or hint at anything other than his friend’s regular glance. It made him feel warm when their hands touched as they exchanged the package, and the smile from the blonde made his stomach go from nervous to tingly in no time. Worried he was getting hard again, he was surprised to find he was soft for the first time all night. He took a couple hits off the pipe as Westy went into the other room to change and everyone got seated, and thanked his lucky stars that his dick was finally under control. Part 4 very soon!

Something to consider..... Side effects of castration and treatment you will need: Without Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT), typical symptoms (similar to those experienced by menopausal women) include hot flashes; gradual bone-density loss, resulting in osteopenia or osteoporosis; potential weight gain or redistribution of body fat to the hips/chest. Replacement of testosterone in the form of gel, patches, or injections can largely reverse these effects, although breast enlargement has also been reported as a possible side effect of testosterone usage

Hot! It's up to us, as tops, whether to take off the condom, and whether to cum inside. Condom off and sperm inside are always the right answers.

I prefer it in my pussy , then hold the cum inside me as long as I can so I can get pregnant

Last load I got was at the airport tonight. BF had to work tonight so I needed to pick up his cousin who is staying with us for a few days. (BTW totally hot and doesn't seem to be modest...already seen him in just briefs...lol). Stopped by at restroom (to actually use it) and another guy stepped up next to me. He caught me looking and when he finished was slowly stroking. Well, I'm not one to let an invitation go. Headed to a stall and he followed me in. Pushed me to my knees and forced me (right....totally was him) to suck him. Facefucked me hard and held me down for a bit. Then pulled me up and shoved me against the metal wall. Pulled out a condom and started slipping on when I reached back and accidentally pulled it off and it fell in toilet...oops. After that I had to let him up me bare...after all he was hard and wet and blue balls are a real concern right? Pounded me hard and quick but did give a courtesy reach around. Only lasted a few minutes and came up me as my whole tightened when I came. Pulled out and left me there to recover. After cleaning up a bit I met BFs cousin at bagged claim. I think he may have noticed the smell of cum on me, since he commented that I must have had a quickey with BF before picking him up... He thought I turned red because he "caught me"... lol

I fucking love Jace, he reminds of me when i first took Meth... 4 months after I was starting chasing AIDS and STDs, to become a filthy AIDS faggot. I really see Jace ending up like me, but trashier...

i am into darkrooms and being fucked anon.... it is so hot just to bend over.... a cock is a cock is a cock and i know where it has to go.

Love dark rooms! Just bend me over and fuck me. Does not matter as long as his load goes in my ass.

I like sucking cock a lot and swallowing load too. I can take it deep down my throat, but I absolutely love getting fucked and taking loads up my ass.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): cesar Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 310-908-9972 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 10009 Times you're generally not available: 9-7 tuesday-saturday Age: 29 Height: 5'7 Weight: 170 Ethnicity: latino