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Joey.... Joey loved to be the center of attention and his natural gifts has never failed him. Joey's golden blonde hair and bluest eyes hasn't failed him to get all the girls he wanted. His 6ft tall body was naturally toned and covered with golden fuzz all over which drove the girls crazy for some reason. He also had the biggest cock in school reaching over 8" when it was hard. Just the sight of his big white cock could make most girls and even some boys be mesmerized and Joey loved it. He wasted no time as he entered the locker room to strip his clothes to get ready for his first wrestling team meeting today. Before he put his jock and the singlet on, he walked over to the mirror and flexed around loving the eyes of his friends admiring his beautiful body. His cock started to get semi-hard as he enjoyed the boys eyes on him. He swaggered over to his locker and bent down to pick up his jock and he even felt some boys stare at his pink hole between his golden mounds of muscled ass. Joey took his time to put on a show for other boys a bit before he started to get up when he felt something in the air that he never felt before. As Joey put his jock on and adjusted his cock, he looked over his shoulder to the source this stir in the air. Momentarily Joey's body forgot to move as he saw one of the darkest person standing behind him. He was maybe an inch taller that Joey but his body muscles were massive and his cock was massive as well. It was as big as Joey's 8" and it wasn't even hard. "Hi, I am Jason and I am new." A deep voice brought Joey's attention to the hand extended to him offering a handshake and that's when Joey realiized that his hand was still inside his jock holding his own rapidly growing cock. Joey felt himself blushing all over as Jason took his hand back. "Ummmm, let's skip the handshake for now. So you must be Joey." "Yes." Joey replied softly and turned around to get his singlet out of his locker. For some reason, his knees felt weak and he lost his balance as he turned to his locker. Jason's arms were quick to wrap around his waist to save Joey from falling on the floor. "Be careful, Joey. I want you down on the floor when I pin you dow during our match not in the locker room." Jason's laugh made Joey feel weak again and Joey felt Jason's naked body standing closer behind him to give him a better support. Joey's heart started to beat almost ouf of his chest as Joey felt Jason's body heat on the length of his naked back and Jason's cock on butt. "Easy boy." Joey felt Jason lightly push him away as Joey started to push his butt out to feel more of Jason's cock wihtout realizing what he was doing. Joey felt shame and embarassment but his cock stood bigger than ever. Joey hurriedly finished getting dressed and walked away from Jason but not before he saw Jason's cock getting semi-hard and growing to a size that Joey could never imagine on a human body. Jason and the rest of his team joined Joey in the gymnasium. They always had the wrestling team's gym's temperature set up high to make everyone sweat during the practice as it helped with the weight management as well. However Joey felt it was almost unbearable today as Jason stood close to him. When the door opened, instead of Mr. Smith, there was a black giant whose face resembled Jason's. Everyone admired and welcomed the two big strong black men newly joining them. However Joey was uneasy with new feelings these two men started in him however Joey felt strong connection with two men as well. As the coach ordered the team to break up in two to stretch, Joey and Jason faced each other as they both felt so naturally drawn. Even the whole team seemed to accept their coupling as if it was the most natural thing and didn't crowd around Joey as they normally do. After few minutes of stretching, the coach told them to play around with their partner for a while. At no time, Jason had pinned Joey down and used his body weight to push him down. Strangely Joey didn't fight hard as he felt safe and comfortable with his new position. New coach came by them few times and made eye contact with Joey before walking away to attend others. That's how Joey met Jason and his new coach, James.... and Joey's new life began.

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

I just had an incredibly hot time with this 18 year old I met off Grindr! I normally don't get a lot of play off Grindr seeing as I'm a chubbier bear type, but I logged on after I got into my hotel room at the Crowne Plaza by LAX. After an hour or so, a pic less profile that was a couple thousand feet away said "hi" - not something I would normally respond to. Then I looked at the stats: 18, Right Now, 5'10, 190lbs, so I figured what the hell, and sent back a "hey." After about a dozen exchanges of small talk, I asked for a pic, so we traded. Since he could already see my face, I assumed he wanted to see other areas ;-) I sent him cock and ass pics and he sent me a single waist-up face pic. He was very cute, kinda like the typical blonde high school senior football jock. He said he was about to leave LAX to drive down to OC and asked if he could stop by. I was a bit wary because it was only 1 pic and we hadn't discussed any "what r u into" stuff yet. I took a shot and invited him over - and was SO glad I did! When he got to my room, he was just as cute but more muscular than I'd imagined. I thought he was a little chubby like me, but the weight was all muscle. He had a lightly defined chest but huge thighs and, my absolute favorite, huge, muscular calves! I could've stroked those legs (along with my cock) all night! He seemed a little nervous, so we sat on the bed and talked for a few. He had been visiting family in Chicago for a week and was coming back to school at UC Irvine. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I complimented him on his awesome legs as I gently squeezed his calf. He said something about his football workouts, but I didn't really hear him as I started moving my hand toward his crotch. I told him to just lie back and enjoy. He eased back and closed his eyes and I gently slid my hand up the leg of his Nike basketball shorts. I could see his cock start to lift the front of his shorts, so I carefully squeezed it from the outside and he gasped like it was the first time he'd been touched there. I pulled his waistband down to expose the bulging underwear and started gently stroking his bulge. He was practically paralyzed with pleasure, just gasping and moaning with his eyes tightly closed the whole time. Finally I told him to slide the underwear off and he did, letting his cock spring up. He was hung average - probably 6-7 inches and cut, but had huge balls with that "new cock" smell too lol! Very carefully I climbed in between his tree trunk legs, and started to lick the head... it was as if he were connected to an electrical outlet and every time I touched his dick with my mouth, I sent a few hundred volts through him! Eventually he calmed down and started to really enjoy the service. I was careful to not let him get too close because I wanted that cum in my hot hole - hopefully; we had never discussed any anal play. I started sucking his balls, then licked below his balls, lower and lower I got, lifting his thighs higher and higher until I found his little pink pucker. I asked if he'd ever been rimmed and he said nobody had ever done anything with his ass. WOW! I thought, a rimming virgin! Needless to say I showed him my talents and he could barely keep his breath! The next thing I knew, he pulled away from me and got on his knees. I asked him what he wanted to do and his two word reply was "fuck you" HOLY SHIT YES!!! was my thought, but I simply said "sure man." There was no mention of a condom or lube, so I spit on my hand and lubed my hole then sucked him a little to get him nice and wet. I flipped onto my back as he grabbed my ankles and lined his cock up with my hole. I got the feeling this was the way he liked to fuck girls, I'm sure he'd had a few. Gently he eased inside me and fucked slow for a few minutes. It was heaven! I was holding his powerful thighs as he was thrusting inside me and I was pre-cumming like a leaky faucet! He began to pick up the pace and I could tell he was getting close. I grabbed my cock and started stroking in rhythm with his thrusts... after a few minutes I heard him start to groan and really jam his dick inside my hole balls-deep, so I let loose and blew a huge load all over my chest. He saw me and I guess couldn't hold out anymore because I felt his cock push ALL the way in as he practically howled while he shot his load deep inside my guts. Never bothering with the "where do you want me to cum" bullshit, he was going to breed me whether I agreed to it or not! He collapsed onto the bed beside me for a couple minutes until he realized he just fucked a dude I guess. Then it was all business about getting dressed and on the road and the traffic and blah, blah, blah. I want that boy to fuck me every single time I come to LA!

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

This all happened on Friday night. I finally met up with a top one been exchanging messages with for the past five months. Schedule conflicts, and me simply not horny when he is, prevented us from playing much earlier. I headed over to his place with the understanding he was only going to eat my ass for a while and suck me off. It started out with him rimming me for three hours (seriously it was a full 3 hours). We both took a lot of hits of poppers. Damn he has a long tongue. He then stopped, turned me over on to my back and then started sucking my nips. That always gets me rock hard, and he saw that. He started sucking my dick very well until I unloaded in his mouth. Instead of swallowing my load, he pinned my legs to my chest and pushed my load in my ass with his mouth. Fucking hot! He then used a bit of my load to lube his gorgeous 8.5 inch thick bbc... and he slid in all the way to the balls in one quick thrust. He didn't even ask if I wanted to fuck haha just took my ass. Oh, and raw ... never discussed statuses or if I play raw. I was so turned on that I came a second time right when he touched my dick with his hands! I was moaning so loud that his neighbors (lives in an apartment) turned on music at a high volume lol. The sounds of him fucking my wet ass, with my own load, was hot! He fucked me hard and rough for about 30 minutes. He flooded my ass with his own cum, no warning or asking me where I wanted it. After he was done flooding my hole, he rimmed me again to eat our loads. Well, I held in quite a bit of the loads and hit up a really hot 'straight' and monstrously hung black guy. He only fucks wet ass, and only raw. I made it to his place, but he can't host. So I drove us to a construction site off a road, and we fucked on the back seat of my car. I was on my back, legs held against my chest and ass at the edge of the seat. So he stood outside of my car. He spat on his 9 inch and even thicker then the first guy's dick and slammed in balls deep. I screamed from it and told him to stop ... so he held one of his hands over my mouth to muffle my screams and moans. Then he said, "I'll stop alright. Once I breed this ass." Love it! He picked up the pace and fucked me hard, slamming into my ass with each thrust. He only fucked me for about 5 minutes when he said, "Yeah, take it slut. You need my load don't you?" One final thrust in and a strong pulling back of my hips, and I felt his monster BBC thicken and unload. Damn he flooded me good. I dropped him off at a bus stop about a half mile from his apartment (he requested that). I went to a few clubs then passed out at home.

Officially broke my record and there are still two more days of Folsom Europe. Thursday got fucked 20 times, Friday 17 at the biohazard party. Tonight I broke my record with 26 fucks and 5 fists in one night. Previous record was 24. My pig hole is sore but makes me a happy piggy. Tomorrow the naked party, for more raw cock for my pig hole.

Just thought I'd share this story with you guys, especially you guys who think that partied up bottoms are a good time. Because in my experience, they never are. Never had a good fuck with a guy who was high on Tina. This is why I don't do it myself. There is this guy I met on BBRT a few months ago who is a complete bottom. And he's hot as hell- 32, short, slim, toned, smooth hairless body and a great little ass that is just made for fucking. The first time I met him, he was hosting an anon motel room pump n dump scene. I was horny as hell so I went over, got hard, fucked him and dropped a load in him and bounced. He contacted me the next day and told me that he thought I was hot and would love to meet for a longer one-on-one session, just us. I was very interested. Before we met the next time, he asked if I was cool with him partying and I told him I don't fuck guys who are partied up. I started to withdraw my interest at that point, but he promised he wouldn't party. He kept that promise- we met, had amazing, hot passionate sex and I've bred him a few times after that. Well, this morning he texted me and asked if I wanted to meet. It had been a while and I was really fucking horny, so we agreed to meet late afternoon at a cheap motel since neither of us could host. When we met, I noticed a little baggy of white powder. I asked him what it was. The answer: Tina. He asked if that's ok. I guess he "forgot" I don't do bottoms that party. I said I preferred he didn't but he insisted he was going to just do "just a little." I was so horny at that point that I wasn't going to leave, so I just said, "well I guess if you have to..." I probably should have just left because the awesome sex we used to have turned into a shit session this time. I was rock hard during foreplay, but when I tried fucking him, he was impossible. Squirming like crazy. When I was on top of him, he kept trying to control my motions by pushing my torso back and almost simultaneously pulling me in. I literally had to exert extra effort to fight back against his resistance to be able to actually fuck him. It was making me start to lose my boner. I was the top, I needed to be in control. All he needed to do was just lay there like a good bottom. Then he starts saying his ass feels very wet and he thinks the water from when he douched was coming out. Over and over again he was saying this. I told him it wasn't and everything was fine. Then he started asking if there was a smell. I said no, and I'll let him know if anything was wrong. But no, he had to keep asking these questions until he finally got off the bed to go check. When he came back I had no hard on anymore. I told him between all the squiminess and his worries about being wet/dirty, I didn't think it was gonna work. He insisted that everything was fine and to please "don't be like that." At this point I just wanted to blow my load that was practically aching in my balls to come out. I put him on his back, forced his legs back and held his hands down against the bed and pounded the shit out of him. Then I shot a huge load inside him and then got off him. But I was still frustrated with him. I know guys who are pro-partying might tell me that a bottom can be squirmish and worrisome sober. That may be true, but my response to that is that every partied bottom I've ever fucked has had these issues. So what bottoms like him need to realize is that while they are in the clouds feeling on top of the world, chances are they are annoying and frustrating their sober top without even realizing it. I'm just so irritated with this guy right now, I wonder if I will ever meet with him again. Fucking him today was not pleasurable, it was just plain frustrating. And he didn't even realize it. Anyone else ever seem to have this problem with partied bottoms? Would love to hear other experiences and opinions on this matter.

Couldn't agree with you more there. I don't know why guys don't get it. Drugs or sex, pick one, because together they are a shitty combo.

The best part is when I hear a top groan as he cums

you should have just bent him over & raped his ass - no pulling out & given the fucker a no mercy fuck

PrEP since January 15. Only taken raw loads since, usually poz undetectable but several guys claiming to be toxic, one who claimed he knocked up every bottom the first breeding, he didnt know i was on PrEP. He says i will test poz in Oct, absolutely certain of it lol. Guess i will find out soon.

Last night a couple that I've messed around with a couple times wanted a gangbang bottom. I was more than happy to oblige. I was told to wear knee socks, a jock and a ball cap. Fine with me, I wear those on a daily basis in my 'street' clothes. I showed up and was blindfolded and told to be ready for the 7 guys who were coming over. I was on my back on the sofa (covered in sheets). First daddy ate my hole and got me nice and wet! Then he slide inside me as I'm hitting the poppers and he proceeded to fuck a quick load into my ass, it was HOT and a really big load. I was then told to get on my knees in front of the sofa. I did as told, and then I felt something on my right butt cheek. Come to find out later, it was a hash mark, a black sharpie. Next guy saddles up to me and forces his HUGE cock into my ass, it was thick like a redbull can. Really big head and he was about 7 inches. He fucks me fast and uses the other guys load as his lube. He shoots a gallon of cum into my ass and I feel another mark on my ass. As the night proceeds I end up with 6 loads in me and 4 down my throat. I have 6 mash marks on my butt cheek 1 black mark and 6 red. Come to find out the black marks signify negative loads and the red marks... Poz. I'm in hog heaven, so hot and a total fantasy of mine has been fulfilled. I was able to take off the blindfold afterwards and was really happy with the tops that were chosen for me.

AMEN. I am anti party myself. As a top, bottoms, that have partied, are to figgity and unable to release control. As a bottom, tops, that have partied, can't even get hard. Don't see the point myself in partying

Total ass guy here. Turn on when I find a bottom guy who lets me skip foreplay/oral and let me start fucking his hole.

I love to stay hard and show a big bulge (even though I am a bottom) when I am getting fucked.

Wait.... I thought I was a true bottom since I enjoy getting fucked and can't ever get enough and enjoy pleasing the top..... But you mean because I also jack my dick, I'm not a true bottom? That must make me a false bottom..... Now I'm sad... I've been lying to all these tops for so many years... Look... All these rules about whether a bottom should be hard or not, caged, touching his dick, not touching his dick.... Why does it matter? If the top is getting off, why the hell should he care if the bottom is hard or not? Dom/sub role play? Ok. That's fine. But saying that guys who get hard and jack are not true bottoms... When does it come to the place where we have too many rules and too many labels? Aren't we supposed to be about freedom and do what we want? Hi. My name is ____. I'm a true bottom and yes, I get hard and jack my dick while getting fucked. All while milking the top's cock like a cow's teat. I can multi task.

Author's note: It's been awhile since I've posted a story... but I have been writing. This story is long (14 chapters and some of them fairly long themselves)... BUT it is mostly written. I'm just going back and doing proofreading / corrections/ adjustments on the later chapters... so the story should not be abandoned unfinished. The plan is to post one chapter a day (or so). Hope you enjoy.

This story is a combination of true events, furnished with extra details and embellished to make it hotter for all of you. So, enjoy, and be sure and let me know what you think; I would be happy to add more adventures! It was a Friday night. Payday, so you know where I was heading After work I made my way down to see my dealer, a big burly black man by the name of Clarence. I loved going to see Clarence, because Clarence had a thing for submissive little sissies like me! I made sure I had all my sissy gear I would need for the long weekend ahead as I knew visits to my dealer's house frequently lasted much longer than a few hours. But I was ready and willing. It had been a few weeks since I'd been able to score any Tina, due to my having spent too much of my previous paycheck on a sexy new outfit and a wonderful new silicon dildo. But now I was all Dressed up in my heels, corset, matching pink bra with my fake titties in, some sexy Pink panties and Pink yoga pants that showed off the nice round bubble butt Clarence loved so much. I had done my makeup to perfection, shaved smooth all over, cleaned out and ready to get wrecked. I pulled into Clarence's Driveway and took a deep breath. Here we go... My knock at his door was greeted by a deep voice from behind it. "Who is it?: the voice Demanded. "Just a little cockslut looking for her friend Tina." I replied in my best girly voice. The door opened, and a wave of thick smoke rolled out; I could smell good weed and Crystal. My clitty started to leak into my panties. "Come on in you little slut, we were just about to get this party started!" Clarence laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I could see several good looking black men who I had never met before lounging on the couch. They took turns taking rips off of Clarence's Tina bong that I loved so much. several blunts were also making their way around the room. A handsome mulatto handed me a blunt and said "Careful, I sprinkled some crystals in these motherfuckers, so take it easy fi you don't want to get too fucked up. By the way, I'm Tyrone." He smiled as I took the Tina-laced blunt from him and his eyes got wide when he saw me take three deep hits and let loose a flurry of little smoke rings. "I'm here to get fucked up and take any and all cocks all night baby, so don't worry about me. There's no such thing as too fucked up." Tyrone laughed and gave me a grin that went ear to ear. "Oooh baby, we gonna have a good time with you tonight!" Clarence had come up behind me while I was talking to Tyrone, and with one swift movement, he picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me onto the bed in the corner. "let me introduce you to my boys. You seem to have met Tyrone already. These other young bucks here are Jamal, Billy, and Jake the Snake. Now I know your bitch ass is clean as a whistle, but tonight if you want these cocks, youre gonna have to join our little club." Clarence smiled at me as I lay spread on the bed, ogling the fine specimens of man meat in front of me, and I could tell by the growing bulges in their pants that they liked what they saw too. "all of my boys here are Poz, you know what that means, don't you slut?" my eyes widened and I nodded. I had told Clarence about my secret fantasy of finally letting him convert me, I just hadn't expected him to work out a party like this though. "I want you to acknowledge that once you get one of our cocks in your hole, there's no going back. By the end of this adventure, you will be our little Poz Slutboi slave. You will be bred by all of us tonight, and you will take the load of anyone I say, whenever I say. Do you accept slut?" "Yes Daddy, I want to be your fuckhole, a slave to Black Cock and Poz cum." Was my reply. Clarence smiled his evil smile and nodded to Jamal. Jamal stood up, he was shorter and stockier than Tyrone and Clarence, but I could tell from the shape in this pants that he was packing some serious Black Cock. "Does this bitch take piss?" he asked Clarence. "She does what I say man, and I say she does." "You heard the man you little whore, get on your knees." Trembling with excitement (Clarence knew I loved to take Tina piss) I dropped to my knees at Jamal's feet and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Jamal unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick uncut cock. I guessed it was about 9" long and thick as a coke can. once his cock was free, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth, savoring the taste of his foreskin. My tongue sliding between the sheath and head of his beautiful Black Cock as I took the tip completely into my mouth. Jamal moaned as I felt the first of his precious Tina piss start to flow into my mouth. Not wanting to waste a single drop I began to suck and swallow his golden drug laced piss as fast as I could. He had a lot to give, so it took all my skill not to let it overflow and waste any. By the time Jamal's bladder was empty my head was spinning from the massive rush I was experiencing. The guys must have been parTying for a few days prior to my arrival, because his T piss was STRONG! By this point my panties are soaked with my sissy juice and I'm begging for more. "Let's give this bitch what she wants boys!" Clarence boomed, giving the signal for Tyrone, Billy and Jake to join in the fun. Tyrone's cock was a beautiful veiny 10" fuckstick, not as thick as Jamal's, but with a fat mushroom head with yummy looking foreskin. Billy was sporting a semi-hard 9" uncut tool that dripped thick ropes of precum constantly. Clarence of course had a gorgeous 11" cock with a fat head and pronounced veins. I had taken his beautiful Black fuckstick to the hilt on many occasions, so I knew These other guys would be no problem. "I bet you're wondering how ol' Jake here got his name, huh," Clarence asked "Hes something of a freak of nature, maybe its best if you just see for yourself." Clarence gave Jake a nod, and the statuesque black god dropped his pants. My jaw must have hit the floor, because I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest monster cock I had ever seen. Not even my biggest toys would have prepared me for this Anaconda. Jake's massive Black tool hung 10" flaccid with thick foreskin that barely covered the bulbous cockhead I could see peeking out. His heavy low-hanging balls caught my attention, the size of small oranges and undoubtedly filled with delicious black sperm. Jake began to slowly work his shaft to its full glory, as the others gathered around me and started to rub their cocks on my face. My mouth instinctively opened as I bathed in the scent of their cocks. Tyrone took his place in front of me and shoved his now rock-hard cock in my waiting mouth. As I began to work his cockhead with my tongue, My hands found the cocks of Jamal and Billy, while Clarence ripped a hole in my yoga pants so that they could get at my fuckhole. Jake, who's Anaconda had reached full size stood off to the side, a full 14" of meat stood straight out from his muscled body, The girth of that monster I could only guess had to be at least 3 inches wide, with a head that probably exceeded that. I was glad that Clarence would keep me full of Tina and poppers for the next few days, So I relaxed and accepted my fate. I felt at home on my knees serving the cocks of my big Black Masters. Clarence told Jake to mix me up a strong booTy bump, and my clitty leaked when I felt his fingers on my hole. He spit on my boipussy and began to loosen me up with his fingers. Through my nightly solo fuck sessions with my toys at home, my hole reacted with practiced ease, opening to his advances, almost sucking at his fingers, begging for more. Jake approached with the syringe. It looked like Clarence had him mix the Tina with My favorite Cum-Lube, and he had a big load for me it looked like! Jake handed Clarence the drugs and then joined the circle of cocks around me, taking Billy's place as Billy replaced Tyrone in my mouth. Clarence pushed the syringe into my hungry pussy hole and deposited the thick gooey drug-laced lube deep inside me. "You better not lose a drop bitch," he warned "If any leaks out, I'm taking it out on your ass!" Clarence withdrew the cumtube and I clenched my hole to prevent any precious Tina from escaping. "Good girl," he said "keep in in till I say otherwise slut. that's an order." I could already feel the stimulant absorbing into my bloodstream, making me hornier than I ever thought possible. I began to moan around Billy's thick cock as I took him in my throat. It felt so good to have his balls slapping my chin as he face fucked me. the precum that perpetually flowed from his shaft tasted so good, and I tried to swallow as much as i could, but there was so much, and he was fucking my mouth violently, so some dripped from my chin and onto my fake tits, splattering onto my pink bra and making my tits all slippery. I took advantage of the extra fuck lube to work the cocks in my hands, switching from Tyrone to Jamal, and trying to fit my other hand around Jake's Impossibly huge Cock. "let me have a shot at her pussy" Tyrone said "Its about time I showed this little cocktease what this thing can do to a hungry hole like that." "Have at 'er bud" Clarence replied with a smile, " I want to see her try to fit Jake's famous hole-wrecker in her mouth." He laughed as Jake took a position in front of me while Tyrone moved around behind, and pressed his fat cockhead against my hole. My ass was twitching with anticipation, as I stretched my mouth wide to try and accept Jake's massive tool. I was barely able to fit the monstrous head of his cock into my mouth, but Clarence came around with a fresh bottle of poppers and made me take four deep hits to loosen me up. I was then able to work the first few inches in and out of my mouth, my throat beginning to stretch painfully. But I didn't care, I was just a set of holes to be fucked and filled with seed. Both my hand were now needed to work the rest of Jake's massive length, So Billy and Jamal stood back and began to load more crystal into Clarence's big bong. A single drop of the previously inserted booTy bump dribbled down my smooth sissy balls. Tyrone scooped up the leak with his cock and began to rub his head against my hole. "Looks like we got a leak here Clarence, Want me to teach this slut a lesson?" Clarence looked me in the eyes and spoke two words to Tyrone witch made me certain I was in for one wild ride. "Wreck her." Tyrone needed no further instructions, and thrust his thick veined fuckstick into my pre-lubed and hungry boipussy, sliding in balls deep with one stroke. I let out a muffled moan of ecstasy around Jake's monster cock, as Tyrone slowly began to withdraw his cock, till I felt his thick head pop out and my hole gaped. Tyrone's cockhead was a good deal thicker than his shaft, so it made the most delicious feeling as it popped in and out of my dripping sluthole, scooping up cumlube that bubbled up from my hungry ass. As he began to get into his fuck-groove, his cockhead rubbed my P spot in such a way that my little clitty began to spurt little ropes of pre with each stroke, beginning to pool in my tattered yoga pants, making a big wet spot and dripping down my legs. I felt so feminine, being used by five beautiful Big Black Cocks! Clarence could see that I was having trouble handling Jake's tool, so he mercifully told him to swap places with Jamal so he could hit the bong. As he pulled his massive black snake from my throat I gasped and quickly began moaning with pleasure from the hard Fucking I was receiving on the other end. As Jamal began his assault on my helpless throat, I felt Tyrone's pace begin to increase. "Are you ready for your first load of the night bitch?" Tyrone grunted, his strokes getting harder and shorter, betraying how close he was to shooting his hot seed in me. Jamal removed his fuckstick from my mouth just long enough for me to say "Please breed me Daddy! Give me that Black Seed!" That was all Tyrone needed, as he thrust once more balls deep into my hole, Hist fat cockhead pushing past my second ring of muscle to reach a full 10" inside of me. I could feel his cock thicken and twitch as he began to pump his hot Toxic load into my hole. "Take my Toxic sperm you whore!" he shouted as his balls emptied out into me. I could almost feel the Poz sperm working it's way into my guts, converting me, making me a worthless cum dump for these Black Gods of Cock. "Who wants next?" Tyrone panted, his cock, still hard stayed lodged deep in my hole, keeping his load secure. Billy stepped forward, dripping fuckstick throbbing in his hand. "Yo, let me at that hole bro, I wanna know if her ass is as good as her mouth." "Aight, but first things first, I gotta piss now, and since I'm already balls deep in this ho, why not empty out right here!" I felt a burning deep inside me as Tyrone let loose a torrent of Chem Piss into my pussy. I began to feel full and his Toxic T piss tingled In my ass as my head began to spin. I was barely able to concentrate on Jamal's cock in my mouth. Now drained of Poz seed and piss, Tyrone pulled his cock from my sloppy hole, the huge uncut head popping from my hole with a wet sound. Clarence had come up with a cup to catch any cum and piss that were sure to flow from my well-fucked ass, when Tyrone's cock popped free, I squirted a good deal of his piss and cum into the cup. "Let's save that for later" Clarence said, and poured the mixture into a large jar he had on the table. My boipussy ached to be filled again, and I moaned and begged for someone to fuck me. Billy took up his place, and lined up his dripping shaft with the gaping cunt I had developed. "I hope you're ready bitch, Cuz I'm not stoppin' 'till I breed that whore cunt of yours!" I felt Billy's thick shaft penetrate my pussy, and my mind went blank, I was just a pussy to be fucked, and I loved it! The piss and cum Tyrone had left in me squished around Billy's shaft as he pounded me, his own Toxic precum mixing with the other fluids that had been pumped into me, every stroke of his cock made delicious wet slurping noises, and I began to feel that one cock wasn't enough now. "please double fuck me Daddy, I need to feel two of your big Black Cocks inside me at once!" I begged Clarence, "Stretch my pussy to the limit!" Together, the boys moved me to the bed and I straddled Billy, taking his shaft in one smooth stroke, and Clarence positioned himself above me and lined his cock up with my hole. I moaned while Jamal fed me more poppers and shotgunned Tina smoke into my mouth. Clarence began to push his fat uncut tool in alongside Billy's Cock. It was good that Billy pumped out so much precum, As my hole was sloppy with it, and Clarence easily got his mushroom cap in alongside the dripping shaft in my hole. As I felt him begin to piston his 11" monster into me Billy also started to pump in and out. Soon the sound of hard sloppy fucking and lewd moans filled the room. Two cocks in my ass, and I still wanted more. Seeing that I was ready for them, Jamal and Jake took up positions on each side and I took turns taking their cocks in my mouth and stroking their huge black shafts. The tightness of my boipussy was causing Clarence and Billy to sweat, Their fucking increasing to a frenzied pace. I saw the warning signs and felt their cocks twitch and spasm together, both releasing torrents of Toxic Poz Jizz into my fertile cunt. When I felt the explosion of their combined orgasms in my guts, my clitty began to flow. Girlcum squirting from my clitty with each stoke or their cocks as they worked their loads into the walls of my boipussy. Spent for the moment, Clarence and Billy withdrew their cocks and Tyrone was there to catch the Seed that tried to leak out of my now stretched and ruined asscunt. This was added to the jizz jar on the table. Feeling empty again, I knew I had to have Jamal next, I'd been eyeing his fat shaft all night. "Come on big boy, I need your cum in me now" I moaned seductively to Jamal, giving his cockhead a long lick and a kiss as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna wreck that pussy bitch, You're gonna need a good stretching to get you ready for my boy Jake! Hes been itching to see how much of his Bitch Destroyer you can get up into you." Jamal Gave me a slap on the ass and moved around to get his cock in place. Clarence and Billy were laying back on the couch passing another Tina blunt, and Tyrone was mixing me up another big booTy bump. "You're gonna need it for ol' Jake the Snake here, And just so you know, hes been off his meds for a while now, so my homie is Toxic as fuck by now!" The thought of Jake's monster shaft Wrecking me all night in a drug-fueled fuck haze really got me going, and I backed myself onto Jamal's Big Black Cock. The double fucking had loosened me up enough to take Jamal's Coke can thickness without too much trouble, and I was bouncing up and down on his shaft in no time. I could feel every vein and contour of his cock as I took his full length with each stroke, His hips bucking in time with my pace so that his cum-filled balls slapped my ass with a hypnotic rhythm. Clarence blew smoke in my mouth before Jake stuffed it with his impossibly large cock, and Billy held a bottle of poppers to each nostril so I was forced to take hits till he removed them. After six or seven hits my vision began to get foggy and I had no control of my body. I was a ragdoll in the hands of these Black Beasts, just a toy to be used and filled with Poz Seed. "I'm ready for round two" Tyrone declared, his 10" fuckstick now returned to its full throbbing glory "I wonder if the bitch can take three at a time" Clarence said, more to himself than anyone in particular, but Billy seemed to relish the thought. "My dick's ready to go again, why not see what the can take. Gotta get her ready for Jake too, So It's probably a good idea." I was pretty much unconscious from the pleasure overload I was receiving at this point, so I couldn't have objected, even if I wanted to. Jamal scooted down to the edge of the bed, with me still impaled on his shaft. Tyrone got up on the bed and slid in easily. Now, Billy stood in position and began to push his cock into my already overstuffed pussy. With an audible pop that send shivers down my spine Billy's fuckstick slid in next to those of Tyrone and Jamal. I let out my loudest moan yet and felt my clitty start to flow again. I figured I must have been dry by now, but I guess I was wrong As the three Monster cocks began to pump in and out of my stretched and ruined hole I could feel my P spot Working overtime, sissy juice spurted from my clitty all over Jamal's Stomach and I squealed with pure pleasure. Clarence had moved around to dangle his semi-hard Blacksnake in front of my face, teasing me. "I figured you could use some refreshment slut" he said as he began to piss into my waiting mouth. Not wanting to spill any, I latched onto his cockhead and started sucking and swallowing his Toxic Chem Piss. I managed to swallow every last drop, and now I was truly feeling the rush now. All done pissing, Clarence wiped his cock off all over my face and gave me a few good slaps with it for good measure, then returned with the poppers. The feeling of three Big Black Cocks pounding my boipussy was only enhanced my my Tina rush and the poppers that Clarence fed me, my hole getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute. "Aw shit, I'm gonna but in this bitch's Hole soon!" Gasped Jamal "You ready for this Pox nut bitch?" "Mmmmmfffffff!" was all I could manage with Jake's huge cockhead stuffing my mouth, but Jamal (correctly) Interpreted it to mean "Yes Daddy, Fill me with your Toxic Sperm!" "Here it comes slut!" Jamal grunted with each stroke, and with one final push, lodged his cock balls deep and unloaded his poison all over the cocks of Tyrone and Billy as they continued to piston into my ass. The added lubrication of Jamal's load caused the others to quicken their pace, and soon they both added their second load each into my now abused and broken cunt. Clarence was quick to catch the tidal wave of sperm that burst forth when the boys pulled out, and now, the jar was getting full. I lay exhausted on the bed, my destroyed boipussy twitching, feeling so empty and still hungry for more. "Well boys,it looks like its time for big Jake to have his way with this little skank" Clarence said to the gang, "think she's ready?" Jake stood up, all 14" of glorious uncut cock throbbing and dripping, the syringe with my next booTy bump in his hands. "Ready or not, here I come..." To be continued!!! 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Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

I lost my virginity at the age of 15, and had girlfriends off and on, so off and on I got a blow job, or occasionally got to fuck a girl, but looking back it seemed as if sex wasn't satisfying - sort of as if I was always, in some unknown way, holding back. In addition, as generally girls didn't want to swallow my load, I found blow jobs less than truly satisfying. Anyway, I was 19 or 20 - legal but not old enough to go to bars. But I was curious about gay bars and once I tried them, I found that the doormen weren't as strict as they were at college bars. It wasn't hard to get picked up and get blow jobs, but I didn't think of any of it as more than blowing a load in a willing mouth. That changed one night when I went to a biker bar and a guy named Jay started chatting me up. He seemed much older at the time (probably 40) and as we talked he cupped my cock through my jeans and massaged it. He was a big, good-looking guy, complete Marlboro man type. Keys on the left, which even then I knew meant he was a top. After a while he asked me over to his apartment, which was nearby. I told him I had no interest in bottoming or fucking of any kind and just wanted a blow job, and he said that was what he had in mind. Jay gave me the first real blow job I ever had. He could take it all the way down his throat in one swallow... it was like he had muscles in his throat that could actually milk the head. Drove me crazy. He edged me for a while and then told me that when I was going to blow I should tell him. Shit, I thought, he's going to pull off and jerk me off. No way. When I said "Shit, I'm gonna come," he grabbed my ass with both hands and sucked me even deeper in his throat. I blew the biggest load of my life straight down his throat -- it was like he didn't even swallow. That was what I always wanted from sex and never found. It was fucking incredible, a complete head rush. We took a break and I had a smoke while he drank a beer and put on some porn. It was hardcore fucking like I hadn't seen before -- a rough top really ripping a guy's ass. Before long I was hard as a rock again and stroking myself. Jay said, "Hey, let's try something different." He laid down on his back with his head hanging off the bed and said "I want you to fuck my throat like that guy" (the guy in the movie). "Don't worry. You can't hurt me. Make me gag on it. Make me take it." He got a bottle of poppers out of a drawer and took four hard hits on it, finishing with putting the bottle in his mouth and taking a mouth hit. By the time he was done he was grabbing for my cock and shoving it in his mouth, groaning. I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth like I was fucking an ass (or a pussy). He just moaned and took it. It started to feel good, so I did it harder. Then it started to feel really good. I went harder. After a few minutes, he coughed and started to choke, and I automatically started to pull out, but he groaned and grabbed my ass, holding my cock in his throat. When he was sure I wasn't going to stop he got out the poppers again and took a couple more hits, then took me down his throat again until he choked. This time I didn't hesitate and pounded his throat. The more he coughed and gasped, the more I fucked his throat. He never touched his cock but it was completely hard. For the first time in my life I felt like this was the way I wanted to fuck -- just using a mouth like a hole. This time when I came I held his head and forced my cock and cum as far down his throat as I could, yelling. When I let go he just curled up on the bed and tried to get his breath. After a while he said, "That's how you fuck a throat, man. That's how you fuck, period." Jay gave me his number and I called him a few days later. Over the next few months he taught me a lot more, including how to use poppers and how to get in the head space where the bottom is absolutely nothing but a hole. There are more stories, but that's enough for now.

I think sometimes we convince ourselves of stuff that may not necessarily be true. Enter urban legend lol. Honestly when I read some of the stories about a bottom on T, they're pretty hot to me. I.e., a top uses T to turn a bottom into an insatiable cum dump. But to me what's really hot about those stories is the top wanting to make the bottom into an insatiable cum dump. The reality seems really different than the stories. I confess to having no experience, I've never been stoned, or even drunk, in my entire life. I have a dom FB who wants to "get me a little drunk because it will make me a little drunk," but again it's the idea of him wanting to control me that's such a turn on. The truth is that a top who understands how to play a bottom is really effective... i have top fb's in my life who can get me so horned up I can hardly stand it wanting them. But they do that from pushing buttons that are already there.

Yeah I totally get off on being fucked and bred in public places like Slammers in FTL or bath houses, sex parties. Love doing it on video and posting it too. Nothing like getting up in the morning and seeing that 1,000 guys jerked off to my videos the night before. Its intoxicating. I'd like to do it with you ConstuctionGuy. Hot man. Check out my blog if you haven't www.tigermilner.com

I love to fuck in public.. Went two Weeks ago to the sauna and fucked 9 guys of which 8 bare. All with an audience! Three of them I bare stealthed by slipping off the condom while fucking and one of them I actually shot my cum deep inside after I managed to loose the rubber and his tight bare hungry ass sucked my cock deep inside him. Never done something like this before and was tested neg a few weeks ago.. Just hope I still am when I test next time.. If not.. It was one of the hottest nights I ever had!

I agree with NLbear that ass looks good enough to eat finger and fuck man i really need to do a road trip across the states some day. And i understand what you mean i find even here in montreal one of the more active sexual places in quebec there are some tops that are just really picky or sometimes they get in the mood one min and lose it the next unless your going to one of the saunas or gloryholes which can be an awesome weekend. Think we all go through a dry spell once in awhile then it picks back up

Yeah it really blows my mind that guys want to get together, do Tina, and then think sex is actually going to be on the agenda. I think there should be a hook up site that is dedicated to guys who PNP. Maybe that will get all of those guys off sites like BBRT and A4A and then those sites can be all about sex for those of us who can actually have it. tallbtm, yeah I've been there done that too. Back when I was a little more naive about what Tina is and what the signs are, I hooked up with a top who had a really nice cock but could only get half hard. His idea of a good time was fucking me in fifty thousand different positions with a half hard cock for about two hours. After being bored with the fuck for a while, I told him it just wasn't gonna work. It was only after that I realized that his profile said he was into partying. That's pretty much what ended up happening. I put him on his back, pushed his legs over my shoulders and held his wrists down on the bed so he couldn't move. This was the only way I could get him to stop moving. I pounded the living hell out of him and blew my load. Then I was done with him.

I agree with your opinion. I've had guys swear by Amsterdam but it didn't do a damn thing for me. Rush is the same thing. Rush is what I started with because it was the only one adult book stores in my area sold then. Then they quit selling them altogether. Someone told me about jj platinum. Fuuuck. Now that works great for me. Especially the ones from poppers to go. It's the old formula. Knocked me off my feet the first time I tried them. But for others, that may not be the case. What works for some may not work for others.

Has Lucas Entertainment gone completely bareback now? I just watched a vid in which Toby Dutch got gangbanged by six guys, including the Visconti triplets (are they gay or gay-for-pay?). Fucking hot anyway with cum oozing out of his ass.

Oh wait......I did use something else besides poppers, but only once. Can't remember what it was though. He said I should just try half a pill. It made me horny as hell. And that was a good thing because he went on to fuck me (in sessions) for over five hours. His BF (bottom) sometimes watched but eventually went to play on his computer, leaving his BF to ravage my ass. Also 1st time I was fucked by a guy with a PA. I was totally spent when he was finally done (it was great though, have never been fucked for so long before) and I could hardly sit down for about a week. But I am not really into drugs at all. Except for the poppers then.

Also a idea would be to make a free profile at : http://www.squirt.org From there you can look up places to visit & places with real reviews from real experiences from real guys. It's a worldwide website with reviews to where to go & what places are good, you can also advertise on there website where you will be.

Please stop counting. It isn't relevant. The only thing that is important is when you don't smoke. Smoke one day. Don't smoke two days. Smoke one more day. Don't smoke three days. All you should care about is reducing the amount you are smoking. Not smoking a certain number of days in a row isn't important. Just reducing what your smoke is what is important. You are creating artificial stress in your life that will lead to wanting to smoke. You are a human being, and eventually you will quit, but you may smoke, and then you will quit again, and all that matter is when you didn't smoke. Whatever you do is OK.

All we can do is encourage you Tiger, the rest has to come from you, don't ever be disappointed that you had some cigarettes , your not back smoking full time however once you get your mind focused on stopping it will be much easier, stress is a real distraction

I just use popperds, nothing else.

Thanks Deltafister will have to check that out, such a visual would give and keep your incentive going, it is not easy quitting smoking, I have tried many times but this has been my longest 9 months

You may be right, but hey I found this story here. Very hot. I want to here more adventures of the guys as well as the girl. Keep up the hard work.

It is also important to refuse to wear a condom or refuse to have one used in you. It should be raw at all times, no exceptions.

You and I would get along great. Love poppers and a controlling top man.

Part 14: Epilogue - Decade Viktor: Had they ever been so young? Viktor wondered, looking at the framed picture in his hands. The picture Tommy had taken on Halloween ten years ago. It had been three weeks since the funeral. Scott’s funeral. He had been sure his tears would run dry eventually. But he still cried himself to sleep every night. It had been so sudden. Witnesses had said Scott was crossing the street. Drunk driver. Ran a red light. Scott was gone before Viktor could even get to the hospital. Viktor had been sure he would be the first to go. Scott tested positive a few months after they started dating but had always stayed pretty healthy. Viktor had not been so lucky. He was that one who always been hardest hit by the disease. They surely shared the same strain, but Scott had responded to well to the meds. Viktor had not. Tommy and Greg had been at the funeral but Viktor barely remembered seeing them. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Not even old friends. He stood and walked over to the mirror. The wasting had set in within months of that Halloween night a decade ago. His cheeks hallowing out. His eyes becoming sunken. Work had dried up of course. No one wanted to hire a model who looked sick. Even companies selling HIV meds and services wanted handsome, healthy looking men. But Scott had stayed with him, had loved him, through it all. They had shared ten wonderful years together. Viktor knew he had let himself go even further since Scott died. He hadn’t shaved since the morning of the funeral. He just couldn’t be bothered. The beard, like his hair, was grey and disheveled. He barely recognised himself. And yet, he knew that face in the mirror. He had seen it ten years ago. On the night of the “seance”. The man who had fucked him. Infected him. “Hello Viktor.” A voice said behind him but there was no reflection in the mirror. Viktor turned slowly. The demon stood there, looking much as he had done years ago. If anything, he seemed younger. Viktor felt a wave a bitterness as he looked at the creature. “I’ve been expecting you, Zburător. Or do you still prefer Sebastian?” “I think we have more important matters to discuss that what you choose to call me. It is time for the third payment. I believe the terms were that the third payment would be do ‘after a heart is broken beyond hope.’ That seems to be a fairly accurate description of you, don't you think?“ “Why should I make this last payment? What if I refuse?” The demon tilted it’s head as if considering something. “If you recant now, everything that followed on from the night of the contract will never have happened.” “And that is supposed to be a threat? Look at me. Look at what your contract has done to me.” Zburător’s laugh was cruel. “Do you really not understand? If there had been no contract. then there would have been no love with Scott. He would have continued to resent you, to hate you, and — eventually — he would have succeeded in driving you out of his little circle of friends. You had ten years of happiness together. Would you throw them away so lightly?” “No. I would not throw them away.” Viktor’s voice was just a whisper. “But would he still be alive?” “No.” The demon said with a smile. “If you break your contract, I will make sure that he doesn’t. And I will make sure that you remember just enough to know what you lost. But you will remember none of the details. All those memories would be lost. Was your time together worth so little?” “That’s not fair.” “Did you really expect me to be ‘fair’?” Viktor was trapped. He had no option. None. He couldn’t give up those years with Scott. Not even to get his health back. “What is it you want me to do?” “You are going to fuck two men, breed them, and infect them with HIV. the same as you did to Scott.” “Who?” “Oh come now. You already know who one of them is. Michael did not recognise you, but you recognised yourself in the club that night. You told me so. And now you recognise that future self when you look in the mirror. You are going to, quite literally, go fuck yourself.” “And the second man?” “You have provided me entertainment.. and sustenance from you and your friends. I’m feeling generous and have chosen to reward you. You will be the one who takes Michael Christian’s virginity. Or, depending how you look at it, you already were that man.” Viktor nodded slowly. It made sense now. A little piece of the puzzle falling into place. But could he do this? He had already let the demon manipulate him into infecting Scott. Something he had always regretted. He hadn’t seen Michael in years. Hadn’t really thought much about him really. Michael had changed. Not just his appearance, or the strange ageing that set in so suddenly, but something more fundamental. It was like part of him was missing. Some part of his soul. Like Viktor and Scott, he had tested positive within months of that Halloween night. He tried to hide it but the virus left it’s mark on his body, as it had with Viktor himself. As Viktor and Scott had settled into domestic bliss, Michael had taken a different route. He was the subject of gossip in the gay community: the ‘total top’ who had fucked every pretty boy he wanted… was in the bathhouses four or five nights a week. Always face down, ass in the air, begging guys to use him. He had even ended up going some bareback films for some website that specialised in guys with the “poz look”. Until he had gotten too sick even for them. So they had drifted apart. All this was Viktor’s fault. He conducted the ceremony that summoned Zburător. He had lied to his friends and told them it was a seance. He had tricked them into the contract. How could he do what the demon was asking? How would he ever live with this guilt? But, no. It didn’t matter, did it? He couldn’t refuse. He couldn’t loose those ten years with Scott. He couldn’t let the demon cause Scott’s death even earlier. Not even to save himself or Michael. Even if his soul was damned for what he was about to do. He had no choice. “I agree.” “Excellent. Take my hand.” Viktor reached out and took the offered hand. It was like holding a piece of ice. “How does this work?” “I, and my kind, don’t see time quite the way you do. You are caught in the current of time, pulled along in it’s ebb and flow like the flotsam you are. My kind… we are not. But you don’t need to worry about that. You have other matters to attend to.” He whispered instructions into Viktor’s ear. Viktor nodded. And then the room began to grow dark. Like the light was moving away. Everything seemed… fuzzy. Indistinct. The room was spinning around him. Faster. Faster. And then everything shattered around him. And he was falling. Into a perfect darkness. And then there were lights and music and sweating men everywhere. The Club. Ten years ago. Halloween. Just an hour or so after the so-called seance. Back to the beginning. And there was Michael. Not yet changed. Still young, and beautiful, and arrogant. And yet strangely alone. No one looking at him. The demon’s doing, of course. Your eyes just wanted to slide off him. Scott was not to be seen at the moment. But there, out on the dance floor, was the younger version of himself. Their eyes met. The younger Viktor recognising his face in the older, sickly Viktor. Viktor could remember the fear and confusion he had felt all those years ago. But that was not important. His encounter with the younger Viktor was later. He turned and walked up behind the Michael. The other man did not see him. He took a deep breath. I’m doing this for us Scott. To make sure we have those years together. Viktor leaned in close and shouted over the noise of the club. “Hey.” - END - And that's the end of this story. Thanks to those who have sent likes and messages. Working on a few other stories and hope to have one up here soon.

Part 1: A Seance for Halloween Viktor: “Oh come on. What are you two afraid of?” Viktor laughed. Scott was scowling but Viktor found the expression almost comical on that pretty face. But he looked to Michael for a decision. He always did. Scott’s dark hair was arrayed playfully above his seductive blue-grey eyes. His square jaw covered with stubble that was always just over a one day growth… but never a beard. Tonight he wore a grey t-shirt with a couple buttons at the collar. Buttons that had been carefully left unfastened allowing a tantalising glimpse of his muscular chest. Yes. Scott was a handsome man… strange then that he had set himself firmly in Michael Christian’s orbit. To be near Michael was to be in his shadow. His entourage. Looking at Michael your eyes never knew where to land. His blond hair cascading over his forehead led you to his eyes. Blue eyes. Blue like a clear sky just before dusk. Smooth kissable lips. Cheekbones you would swear you could swing from and an angular jaw that guided your eyes down to his chest. His body relentless perfection. Tall, strong, tanned, toned. But no one part overpowering the rest. Everything in balance. He was 28 years old but was often mistaken for younger. And his cock. Oh fuck yes! His cock. Michael had a truly impressive member. 10 inches, uncut, and thick. A cock that Michael, a total top who wouldn’t even suck a dick, enjoyed using and using often. Michael had fucked every beautiful man who had measured up to his high standards. Except Scott of course. Viktor liked to tease Scott about it. How big the cock was. How great it felt inside his ass. Not that Viktor had felt it in awhile. Viktor had given himself completely to Michael. And Michael had used him until he grew bored then moved on. And that, perhaps, was what had led to this night. Michael sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” “Excellent. It is Halloween. We must have seance!” Viktor’s Romanian accent was strong, off putting to some, but he liked how it set him apart. It had brought him some resentment and persecution from time to time… but it made him exotic to others. He even played it up when it suited him. Like now. He lit the three candles he had waiting on his small round coffee table. He had made the candles himself. Just the way he had been taught. While he was lighting the candles he carefully pricked his finger on the sewing needle he had tucked under one of the candles. He made sure he stood in a way that the other two men could not see what he was doing and dropped a single drop of blood into the flame on each candle. Nana had always said that black magic need blood to target properly. A precise process to obtain the precise result he wanted. He turned of the lights; the room fell dark except for the three candles. He gestured for Michael and Scott to join him on the floor. The three men each sat facing each other around the small coffee table with the three candles in the middle. “We must to hold hands.” Viktor said. Scott: Scott sighed. He really didn’t want to hold Viktor’s hand but took it. Best just to get this over with. It was Halloween and Scott just wanted to get to the club: a club where friends were waiting and - more importantly - a club that was surely already pulsing with sweaty muscular men grinding away with each other under the influence of massive amounts of alcohol. No one would be wearing costumes, it wasn’t that kind of club. In fact, the guys would be wearing as little as possible. Scott had never liked Viktor. But then, to be fair, he never liked any of Michael’s tricks. Viktor had caught Michael’s eye in a club six months ago and Michael had fucked him a few times. That should have been the end of it… but Viktor had somehow managed to worm his way into their small group of friends despite Scott’s best efforts. ‘The trick that won’t go away’ as Scott called him. It wasn’t that Viktor was ugly. Far from it. You didn’t get attention from Michael Christian by being ugly. A model, Viktor had the lean build of a swimmer. His hair was just long enough to be unruly without being truly unkempt. His lips full and wide. His face smooth — perhaps a touch androgynous — the small scattering of moles on his left cheek only emphasised the allure. He carried himself in such a way that, when you first met him, you might think him naive. Until you looked in his eyes. Viktor’s eyes were not quite amber, not quite brown. But were piercing, cold, and calculating. There was nothing innocent in those eyes. Scott had thought about his reaction to Viktor. No. It wasn’t his looks. Scott didn’t like Viktor because he guarded their little circle of friends jealously. Or, truth be told, he guarded Michael jealously. Viktor had latched on to Michael but for Michael it had only been sex. After the novelty wore off, he had grown bored. He had long since moved on in the seemingly endless succession of beautiful men who tumbled into his bed. Not that Scott had ever been one of those men. He and Michael had never “hooked up”. Michael always said he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. The only glimpse of Michael’s infamous cock was sneaking glances in the showers at the gym. Michael: Michael hid a smile and watched Scott take Viktor’s hand reluctantly. Part of the reason he let Viktor hang around was to watch him annoy Scott. Michael liked Scott. He was a great guy and probably his best friend… but it was so fun to watch Scott get frustrated. He knew that Scott wanted him, idealised him. Yet he had always resisted. Sure, Scott was a hot piece of ass. But a hot piece of ass that wouldn’t want to be just a one night stand. Michael really did value Scott’s friendship but he didn’t love him. He would never be able to give Scott what he really wanted. Fucking him would kill their friendship. So he kept his friend close. But always at arm’s distance. Viktor had closed his eyes and was chanting. “Spirits of the underworld. Hear my voice. …” He continued on and on but Michael wasn’t really paying too much attention. Nothing was happening, of course. This kind of thing was just a bunch of superstition. A collection of old wives tales and fairy tales used to keep children in line. Michael had thought it might be fun (after all, it was Halloween) but he was starting to regret his decision. After a few minutes, Viktor opened his eyes. “I think is better if I do in Romanian. I can do just like my Nana taught me.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He simply closed his eyes and resumed his chanting, this time in Romanian. Michael listed to the unknown language rolling off Viktor’s tongue and wondered absently what he was saying. Viktor: Viktor began the ceremony for real now. This was, of course, not a mere seance. But he had no intention for the other two men to know that. Despite having spent so much time with his Nana, watching her and learning the old ways, he was nervous. He had never done anything like what he was about to do. He wasn’t sure Nana would have approved. ”Spiritele din lumea interlopa, auzi glasul meu. Deschis de văl între lumi, alaturi de noi aici.” (Spirits of the underworld, hear my voice. Open the veil between worlds, join us here.) “Deschideţi porţile iadului. Trimite-mi care zboara, cunoscut ca Zburător.” (Open the gates of hell. Send me He Who Flies, known as Zburător.) He continued for several minutes, rambling on. Nothing was happening. He was sure he was doing this right…. what was wrong? Michael: Michael shivered. The room had gradually grown darker, colder. Odd. He hadn’t seen Viktor turn down the heat. He was feeling a little light headed. He wondered if Viktor had put some sort of drug in the candles that they were breathing in as the candles burned. He wouldn’t put it past the dumbass. He wondered again what Viktor was droning on about. This had long since lost its appeal. Viktor: Viktor’s voice raised slightly. He was pleading now. He knew he was out of his depth but this had to work… he had studied and prepared for this night for so long. “Da-mi un semn ca esti aici.” (Give me a sign that you are here.) He felt something and his breath caught in his chest. He had been touched between the shoulder blades by a finger. A finger as cold as ice. Oh fuck. It had worked. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or terrified. Both. “Am fost nedreptățit. Acest om mi- a folosit și aruncat pe mine deoparte.” (I have been wronged. This man has used me and then thrown me aside.) He tilted his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, to Michael. “Ajutoare mă în obținerea răzbunare mea. Luați departe ceea ce el comori mai presus de toate: Predominanța. Vointa. Rezolva.” (Aid me in my revenge. Take away what he treasures over all: Dominance. Will. Resolve.) “Celălalt mă tratează cu dispreț. La departe ura lui și înlocuiți-l cu pofta. Dă -mi-l. Pentru a satisface dorințele mele.” (The other treats me with contempt. Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.) He nodded slightly towards Scott. “Știu că există un cost. Voi plăti costul de bunăvoie. Vei face cum am întrebat? Dă-mi un semn.” (I know there is a cost. I will pay it willingly. Will you do as I have asked? Give me a sign.) Viktor felt the icy touch on his back move. It slowly traced down his spine coming to rest just above his buttocks. He felt cold air on his ear, cold like death. A whisper so quiet no one else could hear. “Este dat.” (It is given.) Viktor smiled. “Contractul a fost făcut.” (The contract is made.) Scott: Scott was trying not to cough. The smoke from these candles was getting to him. Making his throat burn. Viktor’s eyes were still closed but he said, in english. “Repeat after me….The contract is made.” Contract? What contract? Scott looked to Michael but his friend just shrugged. Eager to end this nonsense, however, they repeated the phrase. “The contract is made.” Scott could see that Michael was out of patience. Excellent. He would put a fast stop to this now and they could get to the club. “Ok… we go to club now.” Viktor smiled and was already standing up. Scott stood up. “Wait. That was it? What a fucking waste of time.” Viktor just smiled. “Time will tell. Time will tell.”

Took my first load last night from a fwb bi dad who I occasionally suck off. He texted me if I could come over and service him, and out of the blue started asking what my fantasies were. Of course im just having some fun via text saying how I want to one day get fucked forecibly and be bread, and he says that's hot. Fast forward 30 min and im at his house sucking his cock on his bed. he literally has a picture of him and his wife on the nightstand and im beyond horny looking at it knowing that his cock is mine. After edging him for 20 min and slurping tons of pre cum, he grabs me and pushes me onto the bed. Im kinda taken by surprise but im so horny that im just letting him do whatever he wants. My ass is literally up in the air with my face buried into their pillow when I feel the flicker of his tongue on my hole. All I can think is holy shit... is this going to happen, as he starts tonguing my ass. This goes on for a few minutes, and then suddenly I feel his cock sliding up and down my crack. my mind is spinning and without knowing im slowly pushing back towards him. I feel the tip of his cock slowly push into me and with a painful pop, I knew he was in. I concentrated on his slow strokes, and the pain turned to pleasure and his rhythm picked up. his hands were around my neck pushing my body into the pillow as he fucked me harder and harder. I started to think about his wife and how good my ass must feel to have him want it. Without warning, I hear him moan, you ready? im gonna cum! i yelled fuck yea and then felt him thrust deep and stop. I felt the twitch of his cock and then my hole felt warm and flooded. my body froze as i just realized what happened. I was just bred. I took the load of this guy who i barely know, who has a wife and kids, and completely submitted to him. I felt like a complete cum whore, and i instantly wanted more. He pulled out of me, and i cleaned him up. My ass felt destroyed and soaking wet. I drove home in disbelief, and confused because i secretly want more now....

Once inside, Mike closed the back door behind his fuck buddy who stood waiting for Mike. Mike gestured to follow him and walked to the stairs and up to the master bedroom with his fuck buddy trailing behind, both silent. Mike went right for the bed and lied down on his back and said to his fuckbuddy, "Get comfortable. Lie down, chill,", and watched his buddy strip down to his briefs and lie down beside Mike. "I never even knew your first name until tonight. I know that we agreed to that for discretions' sake, but that was blown out of the water tonight. You know that I would never do anything to cause you any problems?" His fuckbuddy nodded in agreement. It was dark but Mike could feel his fuckbuddy staring right at him. "Can I call you Lawrence?" "Sure, but most people call me Larry." "Well, Larry, I gotta thank you for coming back and getting me out of there." "I am sorry that I suggested that we even go to that bathhouse. I feel like this is my fault." "It isn't your fault." "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you strapped to that bench, drenched in sweat, spun, cum all over your ass and in your crack, on your face, in your hair. You were literally coated in cum. How any guys fucked you? What do you remember?" "I remember a whole bunch of images or short moments but it was all hazy and hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. I passed out a few times, and each time I came to there was a different cock in my mouth. Once someone took off the blindfold, even though I couldn't focus my eyes, I could catch a glimpse. I don't know. I just remember feeling full of cock all the time, and I would be lying if I said that at some point I didn't start to enjoy it, cause I did. That's the thing that disturbs me the most." "But you thought I was there?" "Yeah, I know, I was seeing things. They injected me at least twice that I remember and from what I can tell it was probably crystal meth." Mike touched to spot on his left arm where he got the first injection. "I was so high for I don't know how long before I really even knew what was happening. At first, I was flipping out, terrified, and then when someone made it clear that I was going to get shot up, and I felt it go in my arm, I just let go, like that guy Jerry said. He whispered in my ear: "We are going to get you high no matter what. If you hold still, it will be quick, but if you move around, you're gonna get a bunch of nasty abscesses and have to explain to everyone why you look like a junkie" "Holy fuck. How'd it feel?" "Well, it's intense. A kind of ringing in my ears, and then I coughed for a bit. Then I was flying. And everything was blurry, unclear, and I sort of had no thoughts about anything but the feeling of a cock against my hole and another one slapping against my face. And when I felt that first cock in my ass and that first cock in my mouth after they injected me, that's all there was: cock. I have never been so hungry for sex in my life and I have done my fair share of drugs" "Holy fuck, wow. I admit that not only was I pissed off that I didn't get to fuck you, but - and I hope this doesn't piss you off - but I got hard when I walked up to the door of the room in the bathhouse, and saw you strapped in. When I felt your ass and crack, and the wetness, I put my fingers in my mouth and realized that it was cum. I was rockhard at the thought that you got barefucked and you got loads. I know we have always played safe, but I couldn't help it and I can't now: I am rock hard just picturing you there." Mike reached down to Larry's cock. It was hard. Mike moved his head down to Larry's crotch, never letting go of his cock. He squeezed that cock just lightly, then leaned in until he could slap the cock against his lips. Larry was moaning. Mike opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole length of Larry's cock into his mouth, until Mike felt his lips around the base of the cock. Larry's hands moved to Mike's head, keeping him in place and keeping his cock deep in Mike's throat. Mike started to show signs of gagging, but Larry held fast. All of a sudden Mike started violently gagging and Larry let go of his head. "Larry, my throat hurts from last night. I think it took a real beating and feels raw." "It's ok, let's just chill." Mike moved to lie beside Larry and they laid there in silence in the dark for a while. PIng. "Fuck. Where's my phone?" Mike was fumbling around on the bed, then turned on the bedside light, and scanned the room, realizing that he left his phone downstairs. He got up and told Larry he was going to check his messages in case it was his wife. He walked out and headed downstairs. He went to the back door and there was his phone on the table. He picked it up and saw that he had a text. He didn't recognize the number, and opened it. There was an attachment, so clicked on the attachment and all of a sudden he was looking at a vid clip that was difficult to make out, but then, clearly, his face in plain view, with a cock going in and out of his mouth. Someone says something in the background and Mike stops sucking the cock, and looks right at the camera and says: "Fuck me raw. Dump in me". Mike couldn't breathe. Who the fuck sent this? He checked the number again and it looked like a local number so he called it. It rang and then someone answered, a guy, who said, "That was just a tiny preview of what we have. What did you think?" "Who the fuck is this and what the fuck is going on?" "I am hurt. You don't remember me? I am one of the many guys who rode your throat and hole last night. In fact, I came back for seconds, then thirds, but you were so fucking high by then, I doubt you remember." "How did you get my number? What the fuck do you want from me?" "Ah, well, to answer your first question: I took the key to your locker, opened it up, rummaged through your stuff, copied your contact list and other info, took your Driver's Licence." Mike couldn't breathe. The voice continued: "To answer the second question, I want your throat and hole again. At the bathhouse. In the private room with private bathroom and shower. This Wednesday, 8pm. Got it?" "If I don't come or can't come for some reason?" "With what I have in still photos and vid clips of you? If you want to take that chance, sure, go ahead, but just about everyone you know and more, would get a series of good texts, with attachments. And cause I like to share, vids would also be shared online. And don't worry, all of it would be untraceable. You aren't dealing with amateurs." "Okay" Mike said quietly. He heard a click and the call was over. A second later, another text came through. Mike was terrified, but opened the attachment, and opened the vid clip. It showed Mike looking up and someone says something to Mike. He's in the bathouse. He says, "Yeah," then someone in the background says something, and Mike looks into the camera and says "I wanna get high and I want raw cock." Then you hear laughter, and see a tourniquet being tied on Mike's arm. With silent steps he headed back up to the bedroom, and Larry was asleep and deeply so. Mike crawled into bed beside Larry and began to play with his hole, trying to imagine which one of the guys last night is doing this to him?

Made another 3 day weekend for my ass- and had a couple fist tops scheduled for play yesterday (Thurs) Worked like a whore in heat to hose the hole spotless for the 1st fisting-- and made doubly certain there was no water trapped anywhere ( after playing last week for about an hour with him, a small pocket of water got suctioned out during a fisting and it killed my play) He came by, and spent 2 hours working my ass- began in the sling with just his cock in me, then put on a ball stretcher and fucked me with his balls, then balls and cock- getting a great stretch going. He pulled his balls out and put his fist up in my ass-it slid in easily at this point, and then shoved his thick cock in alongside and began grabbing and stroking his cock inside my ass. About 5 minutes of this, then he had me get on the bed on my back, and again put cock and balls up in my ass and had me clamp down as tightly as I could--if I wanted his load I had to keep his balls inside my ass. Of course, he teased me a few times by jerking them and his cock out in a sudden pull- pulling my ass lips open and then dropping back in. About 10 minutes of this and then he sunk just his cock in and began really fucking, and gave me his load about 2 minutes later. As he scooped up ass slime and lube and cum and pushed it back in wrist deep, he had me get back in the sling, where he spent another hour fisting his cum in as deep as he could go, As my hole began tiring, he gave it a 5 minute really hard workout, then washed up and headed out. The 2nd fister was tied up , and had to rain check, but luckily one of my anon FB's was hitting me up- so I hopped back in the sling and he arrived about 5 minutes later, came in the bedroom and shoved in my hole and fucked a nice load up into my loose hole. Once I heard him drive out, I got up and threw on some very revealing shorts and a Treasure Island Media tank top and went to the local leather bar--but the men were all drinking and not a single one was ready to do anything more. Sitting here now, Fri 1p, hoping for the FF top from yesterday to cash in his raincheck and gape me out

After what seemed like an eternity - Paul awoke from his slumber - he looked at the clock - 13:26. Damn. Paul sat on the edge of the bed - his body stiff from the fucking he has received. His ass hole was still tender. He got up - and looked at himself in the mirror - his reflection showed him looking wrinkled and still half asleep. - He turned around and spread his ass cheeks looking at his hole. It was red, slightly swollen with cum encrusted on it. Seeing his hole in this state set his mind racing to what had happened the night before - and his felt his cock twitch and the memory re-ignited the horniness in his groin. "Let me shower," he thought - "before things get out of control" Paul stepped into the shower - the heat soothing his stiff and sore body - he cleaned his ass crack gently - the encrusted cum momentarily turning back to liquid and filing his nostrils with the scent of sex. He let the warm water trickle down his ass crack and over his hole - the warmth soothing and relaxing it. He stepped out of the shower - dried himself off and - still naked - walked over to his laptop and opened it - the screen flickered back to life and he opened his email. There was the usual junk plus a few other replies to the ad he had posted the night before. He was about to exit the email app when a new email arrived - he recognised the sender as "The Top" - the subject line was : "Hey - Thought you might like these" He opened the email to find around 15 attachments - all pictures. He opened the first one - he recognised his ass immediately - in his ass was a thick veiny cock - he assumed this was the tops cock buried halfway into his ass - the pic caused another twitch in his cock. The second pic showed the same cock now buried to the hilt in his ass - again Pauls cock stiffened and the visual recollection of the night before. Around the 6th pic -things changed -the 6th pic showed the muscled body of what Paul assumed was the Voice - the picture was taken from across the room so it couldnt possibly be the top. Paul was now totally hard and stroking his cock - the pics were making him so fucking horny to get fucked again. On the 11th pic - a pic taken from the front showing strong hands gripping his hips - Paul noticed that the top had a small biohazard tattoo on his left hip - he had seen that before and knew what it meant - the guy fucking him was poz! Paul felt a sinking feeling in his stomach -"öh god - what have I done?" - however his cock hardened in his hand ... He opened the next four pics - all of them showed his asshole leaking cum - poz cum - infected cum - the more he looked- the less his stomach sank and the harder and hornier he became! Fuck - had he taken poz loads? Why did this turn him on? Fuck! With these thoughts runing through his mind - and through, it seemed, his cock, Paul orgasmed a huge load of ---was it poz now? - cum. Paul recoeverd from his orgasm and once again looked at the pics of cum leaking out his hole.....the biohazard tattoo,,the cum...the cum....so much cum..... He hit the reply button : "Does that biohazard tattoo mean what I think it means?" And hit send....

My first (of many) trophies was taken on one of the first nights I spent 5 hours fucking my way around a new bath house in Minneapolis in the early 80's. I went into the room of this incredible plump blond bottom boy who had a magical ass that I was able to ride for over an hour before shooting my first load (I was in my early 30's at the time). We took a break, smoked some pot, drank some beer and started to go for round two, and my cock took a little longer to get to its full fat 7 inches..... So my blond chub pulls a simple, leather 3-snap cock-ring out of his toy bag, wraps it round my cock and balls and I was stiff as a baseball bat again and back to fuckin him like there was no tomorrow. The second load took another hour of hard hot sweaty fuckin to deliver. I passed out at that point and we slept curled up together for a while. When I awoke, he was down the hall in the shower and I was ready to head home. So I went back to my locker, retrieved my clothes and went home happy and exhausted. When I woke up in the morning in my own bed, I found I was hard again with that little ring of leather round my cock and balls. I wore that cock-ring for the next 8 months, every other weekend at the baths and fucked probably 100 men wearing that badge of honor!

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.

Just like one of the dildos used on me

Raw, I was 12. My mums boyfriend used to kiss me with tongues and I would kiss him back and always kind of liked it. I didn't really realise he would do it away from everyone else but i really looked up to him and always wanted his attention. I used to go through and lie in bed with them in the weekends and he would hug me while he slept. I remember liking the feeling of his dick getting hard against me and getting turned on by it. He started to offer to take care of me and my sister while my mum was away. One night he came into my room and without saying a word, put me on my front, pulled my pyjamas pants down, spit on my ass and fucked me raw. I'll never forget how much it was hurting until he started moaning in my ear that i was a better fuck than my mum and that he knew i wanted it. I think something was born in me that day and I just fell in love with the idea. He came deeply inside me and I could feel his dick pulsing cum into me. The warmth felt great, even though i was bleeding. He turned me over and kissed me and told me not to tell anyone and that we would make a habit of it. After that I basically became his cum-dump whenever he was horny or drunk and wanted more than my mum. Every time since has been raw, always with him. Couldn't ask for more.

My first time taking it bareback was only the 4th or fifth time I had ever had sex... Met the guy at the Chute and he asked if I wanted to follow him home and parTy with him. As soon as we got thru the door he stripped while I sat on the couch while he got his stash of parTy supplies and a couple of beers. He handed me the bubbler and a torch and as I was hitting it hard he was undressing me down to my jock. Asked to see my ass again, said he couldn't wait to fuck it. He asked if he could fuck me bareback, I said safe only, still being an inexperienced newb... Anyways we went to his bedroom, he kept reloading the bong and told me I needed to catch up, he slammed just before we left the bathhouse. He put me on all fours on his bed facing his TV which was playing some T.I.M. porn and started rimming me and playing with my hole since I was pretty tight. I asked if he a condom, he said yeah and openened it up, but never put it on. He instead put on a cockring and I assumed he was rolling on the condom, but was so spun and horny I never turned to look. He gets behind me after he lubes us both up with Vaseline and starts to enter me... After he is in me he asks how I like his raw black cock. I panic, but he just holds my hips firmly, and pulls me back deeper onto it and kisses my neck and tells me how tight my hole is and how good it feels stretched around his dick. He then pulled out and asked if I wanted him to wear a condom, I say no, just pull out when you cum, and he agrees. Long story short he fucks me long, deep, and raw, and breeds me while a neighbor watches from his pation door.

I'm hooked on giving a bareback sex show in and around New England. I would be the bottom getting used and seeded in front of others.

I like this thread -- I'm very into how a true btm's hole changes with use, especially the ones that are totally smoothed out inwards, like a funnel. The feeling of sliding into that... very nice.

It's hot to have a look of a well-fucked hole. I think a slut should not look like a virgin.